The hotel's interior was even more of a spectacle than the outside. An exquisite fountain stood at the very centre of the drive way, a drive way that counted only enticing cars, the kind that the normal people of Lagos referred to as machines. They had good reasons to, these so called machines were worth more than the net worth of most lagosian families combined, but Sunday and his team couldn't care less about the interior of the hotel or the worth of the cars, they had a bigger mission, and right now, that was going after Fasting's client. They blended well seeing as their car was equally a work of art, it didn't just look expensive, it was expensive, and that was a good start. &nbs
Sunday thought nothing could possibly make him hate fasting more than he already did, for his whole life, and for the most part of the period he had worked with the CSS, his sole mission had always been to find Fasting and his goons, and put an end to their drug ring, but unfortunately, that had led to him neglecting his own family, himself, and his sister. After loosing both their parents, she was all he had left, and yet he couldn't even keep her safe, he had failed her, he had failed in his promise to protect her. Catching Fasting wasn't just about accomplishing his mission anymore, it wasn't just about his ego or settling a score, this was way personal, it was about avenging his sister, and right now that was all that mattered to him. In the end h
A man wearing a white sleeve, long gray pants and a jacket walked through the doors of the white baker hotel, his hands tucked into his pocket while his eyes scanned the room as he strolled towards the receptionist, giving her a friendly nod accompanied with a charming smile. He looked like every other regular resident, or potential resident of the hotel, at least that's what the ordinary person would think, right before anuone even considered exchanging pleasantries. " Good morning sir, how may I help you " the receptionist asked calmly. " I would like a room please, " he replied. " Any particular requests ? " she asked while clicking at the keyboard, with her eyes fixed on the screen. " 2nd floor, " he responded . " 2nd floor, luxury suite, " she
" Here you go, " Susan said, gently pressing her hands on Achademsi's shoulders as he sat on the toilet. She wiped his wet pants, slowly moving her fingers up his thighs, and he very much obliged her, until he just couldn't handle the arousal anymore, she made him feel things he had little control over, and like most men would react to the touch of a plumb, endowed woman, Achademsi's reaction was no different. He grabbed Susan's hand suddenly, and from the way he looked at her, she knew what he wanted. In less than a minute, he pressed his lips against hers and hugged her body to the wall, caressing as many parts of her as he could get his hands on, she didn't draw back, in fact she held on to him, and pressed her body to his even more.
" Here you go, " Susan said, gently pressing her hands on Achademsi's shoulders as he sat on the toilet. She wiped his wet pants, slowly moving her fingers up his thighs, and he very much obliged her, until he just couldn't handle the arousal anymore, she made him feel things he had little control over, and like most men would react to the touch of a plumb, endowed woman, Achademsi's reaction was no different. He grabbed Susan's hand suddenly, and from the way he looked at her, she knew what he wanted. In less than a minute, he pressed his lips against hers and hugged her body to the wall, caressing as many parts of her as he could get his hands on, she didn't draw back, in fact she held on to him, and pressed her body to his even more.
Sunday hid behind one of the doors in the men's toilet, but he had a clear view from there, and watched silently as Achademsi's CC's probed Reuben, who was now wearing a disguise that hid his actual appearance pretty well. A fake moustache and a black wig that made him look like a jazz musician. The two men didn't seem to fall for his pretense and got even angrier as he continued denying ever walking in with any waitress, yet alone the waitress in question. " Look guys " he said forcing a laugh, " if this girl is as hot as you say she is, I don't see why anyone would deny being with her, at least i know i wouldn't " he said again laughing. At first they acted like they found what he had said amusing, and even laughed like he did, but these men didn't find his act amusing at all, and t
The crowd kept on filing into the restaurant, making it easier for Paul and his team to slidder amongst them, a few agents secured the perimeter, while some others went with Paul. Shola had been instructed to remain with the agents downstairs, but he somehow found a way inside the hotel with no one noticing, disguising himself as a waiter, that way he kept an eye on Fasting, Achademsi, and the agents who lingered in wait for the perfect moment to pounce on them. " I didn't come here just so i could eat lunch with you " Fasting said. " Oh come on old friend, when was the last time you had some fun, stretched your legs or took a break at the beach, huh ? " Sunday asked, " I say you deserve a well earned break " Sunday said, taking another drink out of his glass as he relaxed into his chair.  
" Sir, we're in position " a CSS agent dressed as a waiter answered through his mouth piece. " Down floors clear sir, " another one who waited at the park responded. " Maintain your position, " Paul answered " Fasting won't hesitate to open fire if he has even the slightest clue that we're here, stay alert " he said as he walked out through the kitchen door, rolling a trolley towards a table, where a man and his wife sat across from each other. " Your orders sir, madam " Paul said smiling, as he dropped their plates on the table, and retreated to the kitchen, " get the rifles ready, take the first clear shots you get " Paul ordered as he rolled the trolley away, " Copy that sir " They had planted sedatives in all the rifles, that way Fasting and his goons wouldn't know what hit them, they would avoid an open shoot out, and by the time they finally regained conciousness, they would already be locked in secure cells. It was a well thought out plan, with no hiccups, at