After parking their car at a nice spot, Franck Dubila and his team of two entered in a seductive restaurant called ‘Naija Plates’. When they got in, they were received by a sales mate who showed them the way in and where to sit.      As in appreciatory mood he concocted. “You`re welcome to ‘Naija plates’ my Ogas (Nigerian expression of Sir, elder, respect; for males appellations only). On our list we have gari and okro soup, pounded yam and egusi soup, Water-fufu and ogbono soup and lastly rice and stew. All cooked in the pure Nigerian style.” The guys all looked at themselves then laughed mockingly. As to say, ‘What was all that?’ It was their first time from their novice attitude.      “Well guys, let everyone give himself a chance to discover.” While looking at them in a foxy manner. Then in a boyish style to

      Franck arrived at the spot twenty five minutes after separating from Diego. The area was a vast pace with very few houses around. He has never been in this neighborhood before. But knew of its existence. The place was a kind of hidden area to be straight in description. A pauperization zone.       Being born and bred in Makepeville, every corner in that city Franck had an idea of or had passed there once in his lifetime. He looked for a more discrete corner. Voided of nuisance and quick alert signals. To where it  was having a bird view of Madame Ugochi front house. Franck in his stratagem gave a distance of about two hundred meters. Left his driver sit for the long sit behind. After collecting and mounting his sniper rifle from where it was at the back boot. His jeep car was kind of smoked and by the fall of the day you could hardly see any person within.      From his vantage position,

     Forty minutes after, they were in Brando`s house. They were precisely at the garage sector. Frank was tied on a chair. He hadn`t regained consciousness yet; lacking awareness and the capacity for sensory perception as if asleep or dead. Brando was standing and looking at him as his remaining and savior bodyguard was standing behind him. In a temper of waiting for the next order.     Franck finally took to consciousness. He looked left and right, then quickly understood he has been taken captive. He was in the hands of Brando whom he had wanted to capture for facts finding. This was so bad for him. Brando stood still without saying a word, turned and looked at his bodyguard and made a sign with his right had. Showing he should go ahead. The latter went to where Franck was sitting; stretched his left hand and held Franck`s jacket with power and drew him closer to him. Then gave him a series of punches on the face. Leaving Franck to fall

      It was six am when Jane`s cell phone rang. She was still lying beside her husband who came back late without her noticing. She turned and looked at him before managing to get up and go to the room`s table where her phone was.     She answered it. “Allo. Mrs. Dubila on the phone.” Feeling very weak from the sleep effect.     The caller went forth to speak. “It`s the hospital Ma`am. And  we would like to confirm again if you`re truly the one.”    Upon hearing that, she got frighten as if the worst had just happened,     “Yes, please, I am the one.”      Her desire to know more instantaneously grew. As he continues, “Please go ahead and let me know what`s happening?” As fear took over her body.     Franck hearing that the hospital was the one on th