Chapter Eight

The meeting was coming to an end and he was zonked out. Muhammad had been expecting the worst but what he had not been expecting was walking into an office occupied by the Inspector General of Police (IGP), the Defense Minister and last but not the least, his boss. He thought his boss was bad enough but with two deputies, he couldn’t have asked for a more tormenting triad. Monday had no doubt lived up to its reputation.

The SSS never abandoned their traditions of not playing a role in politics and not fully accepting the legacies of the police but the president has insisted all security agencies unite and work together in sending thE rising doom known as The First One back to hell where he belonged.

The moment Muhammad stepped into the office, the look on the face of Mr. Lawrence Esson told him there was no fire burning but volcano erupting on a mountain. At that moment, Muhammad knew that his time was running out and if he failed to beat the deadline his boss has given him, he was