ELVIS: EPISODE 20

MSN was still walking furiously when his phone rang, the acrimonious way with which he spoke into the phone proved that it must have been the previous caller; his eyeballs were radiating anger and bitterness as he listened to the caller. He almost smashed his phone into the wall when he was told the identity of second bomber was still unknown.
“Contact our man on the inside and get me the identity of the second caller” he shouted into the phone as he hanged up.
His phone rang again, on identifying the caller, his countenance softened as if he’s trying to hide his anger. He answered the call and spoke with a straight voice devoid of anger.
“Sir……..I’m currently watching it sir……..someone in out camp spoke too much……..i’m sorry sir………our plan is still underway sir………I’ll personally oversee the rest sir……okay sir……..affirmative sir” he almost squeezed his phone to rumbles as he fumed.
A maid entered the room to clean up the mess of the broken cup and wine with a broom and a packer in hand. He walked towards her as she bent to sweep, he raised up the pinafore clothing she has on over her a-s, her panties came into full view, he use a finger to pull the panty aside as he plunged deeply into her with his monstrous d**k, he pounded furiously into her as he ravaged her, venting all his anger into her teenage vag**a. The poor girl could do nothing other than to whimper in pain as she was sexually molested and her feminine core plundered.
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Congratulatory calls and messages have been disturbing and disrupting his sleep, he had tried to get some sleep on him getting home but he hasn’t been able to do so. His parents especially his mother couldn’t help but shout at him on the phone in fright over the dangerous task he just performed warning him about her not ready to lose a child especially her only male, she warned him against such adventure in future; his dad was so proud of him when he managed to wrestle the phone from his mum, he told Elvis how proud he was and how proud he was to have him as a son, he however warned him to be careful; Jane on the other hand was so happy, screeching in joy over the phone of the heroic deed her brother has done, saving lives, she asked Elvis when she’s to come over for a selfie with him for her social networks, she can’t wait to show the selfie off to her friends. Calls from journalists, press officials and blog writers kept pouring in asking him questions about the event, how they got his mobile number eluded him, he is forced to switch his phone off in frustration. He fixed a quick meal, he has no fiancée to help him with his cooking, he ate the meal absent-mindedly before crashing on his bed, off to wonderland.
The vexing ringing of the land phone in his sitting room woke him up, he muttered some blasts under his breathe sat up on the bed, rays of the morning sun blinded him momentarily, he shielded his face with a palm and rubbed the sleep off it with the other palm, he walked drowsily towards the sitting to answer the phone, he almost broke the receiver of the phone in anger while slamming it back into place when he discovered it was some blog writer trying to set up an interview. He headed for his room, knelt down to pray, something he last did in the bygone days, he sure as hell needs prayer.
He prepared a quick breakfast of bread and tea from his dwindling stock, Jane has to come and help him restock his stocks, he thought as he chewed the bread which would have been stale if not for refrigeration, it has even been long he swept and had a general cleaning. He went back to his room to pick his phone and to put on his coat and headed for office.
Whistles and claps greeted him as he stepped into the floor housing ‘work’, congratulatory remarks are flung his way as he walked through the middle of his clapping colleagues and subordinates, he shook hands of guys and hugged the female folks as he smiled in appreciation trying hard not to blush. After the felicitations, he headed for the IG’s office.
“That is my boy, the hero” the IG said with his ringing voice as Elvis stepped into his office, the IG walked round the table round his large table before engulfing him in his bear hug, his pot belly making Elvis’s back from an arc as his upper part is squeezed tightly in the hug.
“I’m no hero sir, I disobeyed you still need to be punished” Elvis said
“Oh yes, you need to be punished” the IG said stroking his Indian moustache “You will be definitely punished for disobeying me, your punishment is that I’m giving you the case, get to the root of this matter”
Elvis doesn’t need to be told, he’s already on the case but he wasn’t officially on the case now he’s officially on the case, he was hoping to work with the other teams on the case, now the case is his own responsibility, he and his team.
He hadn’t even briefed the IG of Honourable Titus’s case, he briefed the IG of his findings and about the money been transferred into MSN”s account, he told the IG he hadn’t discovered the link between the honourable and MSN. The IG listened with rapt attention, his face contorted to show undiluted seriousness.
“Do you have all the evidences linking the honourable to MSN?” the IG asked, to which Elvis nodded in the affirmative.
“It seems it’s enough to warrant his arrest” the IG said conclusively.
Elvis now gave him a detailed statement of the happenings of the previous day, he said he met a two bombers, he managed to kill one in combat and the other with his pistol, he said he later learnt that one of the bomber was an agent of the NBI who he believed had gone dark. He managed to give a detailed report shelving the truth and making it not so incriminating as it is, the IG listened with esteem interest, just like a child listening to moonlight stories. The IG commended his efforts.
“Is there any news from the forensics yet?” the IG asked.
“Not yet sir” Elvis replied.
“You have to go and see them, hasten them up, I need you to get to the root of this quickly” the IG said.
“Sir, I don’t know where there office is” Elvis replied.
“Really?, you must be kidding me, what do you think the 20th floor is used for?” the IG replied.
He had even forgotten the 20th floor existed
“Ok sir”
“Make sure you interview the plumbing company for any information about the two dead bombers” the IG said sipping from a cup of coffee Elvis didn’t notice he was holding.
“Ok sir, I’ll get on that immediately” Elvis replied.
“If you can get to the root of this matter and bring down MSN, you will be the next IG, I’m retiring soon” the IG added.
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Elvis walked out smiling he had managed to get a less defaming version of the statement and the IG believed it hook, line and sinker, he hadn’t seen his team members yet, he had to check on them before going to his office. He saw Ellie walking right past the office before him; she didn’t bump into him which shows she’s still troubled by something. She greeted him coldly to which he replied mildly, he asked if anything was wrong, she replied that all is fine, they agreed to see at the office later before he released her and she walked towards the office.
He checked Dauda and Ben in their cubicle, Ben’s face is still healing, he doesn’t winch in pain again if his face is touched, Dauda looks brighter than he used to be but the glimpse of sorrow can still be sensed behind the smile. Elvis filled them in about the latest information of them been officially given the case, they would have the briefings later.
Timi’s cubicle was empty when Elvis got there; he had almost turned back when he heard someone calling him from behind, it was Timi coming from the restroom. He looks charged up, excited about something, worried too.
“Sir, I’ve been to your office, both you and your secretary aren’t around” Timi said on getting to him.
“I was with the IG” Elvis replied.
“What is wrong with your phone too, I’ve been trying it has been unavailable” Timi said
“These press guys have been on my neck, I’m forced to shut my phone down, you look agitated, what’s wrong?” Elvis asked
“Sir, there’s a problem, I don’t know if it is really a problem but it seems like a problem” Timi said
“What is the problem?” Elvis asked curiously
“Honorable Titus is dead, shot through the head” Timi said.
He had thought things won’t get worse, alas he was wrong……again.
FIND OUT WHO KILLED HONOURABLE TITUS?