NEW MESSAGE (6)
The laptop screen came to life when Milkos was removing his shorts. He was just coming back from the Akara joint two houses away from his, where he went to get breakfast. He opened the messages as he was munching on a piece. The message was from an unknown contact on WhatsApp. As he read the contents of the message, his eyes widened.
This is too good to be true. Finally. He mused.
He minimized his WhatsApp Web and opened his Tracking Software.
And got back to work, stuffing the remaining Akara inside his mouth.
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Unlike Wale, this was Seven’s first time inside an Interrogation Room. The closest to this he had ever been was on one of the many crime dramas he followed on Cable Television. Those had one-way monitoring rooms guise as mirrors, lights everywhere, an iron desk, and a chair for the suspect.
But this one was dimly-lit, four chairs, an old table with the edges brazed
“W- w- what do you mean by ‘David is a computer’?” the entire room started to spin around Seven. He stared at this man with his irritable grins. Wishing he had never embarked on this in the first place. Now sitting beside a chronic lair and staring into the dangerous eyes of their abductor, he wished he had stayed home.Olalekan removed his suit and draped it around his chair. The tension brought the heat. Heat brought sweat, he hated to sweat. He has had a lot of successes across his entire life but he has never come close to achieving anything with children or teens which is why his long line of children gadgets and gaming software were managed by his partners.Kids are energy-consuming. The only energy he wants to be consumed is the one that is exhausted during one of his numerous heated one night stands. Not by an emotionally, mentally, psychologically underdeveloped human.The boy looked like the confusion and the impen
Firstbank, Lagos.Yaba Branch.Since crowded places made him nauseous, Milkos did not flinch when he got sandwiched into the stuffy Transaction Area of the banking hall. He had come to deposit some cash. The line of people on the deposit queue was almost fifteen feet long. So he opted for a cold cup of water from the dispenser while waiting for the queue to be decongested.When it was finally his turn to perform his transaction, he walked up to the counter, smiled at the beautiful bank representative and slid his fat wad of a thousand naira notes across it, the rep took the money and counted with the machine.While she was busy shuffling the cash and recounting, he placed a black square micromagnetic device on the slab, finger-flicked it. He aimed for her System Unit which fortunately for him was propped on the same desk where the Monitor sat.The device silently stuck to the System Unit.Milkos was delighted.The light-skinned repres
2014.Vertical Technologies Ltd.Inside the restricted area of the Information Department breathed a two-ton machine swarmed with hundreds of wires that were connected to monitors and work stations. Each work station had an operator and each operator was assigned to a particular web audience. Their job was to arrange and redirect the data provided by this monstrosity of a machine to the designated clients. There were however over fifty work stations and operators, it was a chaotic environment during operating hours.The elevator dinged open, he stepped out, clad in a three-piece navy blue suit and a briefcase, walking briskly towards the main office. His office. Hours earlier he had received an error report from one of his assigned assistants about the monster machine not being able to perform tasks. Such an error can be brutal. Clients who pay dearly for their goods and wears to reach their desired audience demand that they get optimum impressions before their
An incoming call lit up Q’s private phone.The man stared at the army-green device with a white towel across his shoulders. Suspicious, he took the ringing phone inside the reception area. He was at a Lawn Tennis Resort area where he had gone to show some Love – as he would call it. He let the call vibrate violently till the ringing stopped, hoping that the person does not call back.But they did. The phone vibrated to life once more.This is unusual, he thought. This person intends to speak with him. No mistake. For this to occur, it means that the person must know what businesses he was into.He picked the call.And waited for the person to speak.There was pin silence on the other side. Yet, he waited. For something.“The man with the alias of ‘Q,’ are you there?” A crisp voice with a slight trace of Indian accent spoke, so clear, Q felt he was present in
Staring at the information retrieved from the bank’s database, Milkos could not help but smile widely. He had struck a big break with the tip given to him by his anonymous lead. There was a lot of foul play judging from the information staring back at him and it was a delightful feeling to be in the position to have access to such information. There was this feeling, a rush of adrenaline that flows through his body whenever he successfully executes a task without any form of drawback, or when he successfully infiltrates a database without any quick-reacting firewalls. This was one of those moments. And it was only a matter of time before his hard work produces visibly fruits.He smiled at his monitor.A call came in. It was a private number. From the person, he was expecting.“How far have you gone with the job?”“Child’s play.” But it was not. He spent hours to infiltrate the system. Something that normal
CHANNELS TV NEWS@12BREAKING NEWS“Explosion in Ogun State. An uncompleted building was blown to bits this afternoon, killing five persons. Three have been identified as residents who had gone for a drink and the owner of the store. The other two are yet to be unidentified, their bodies burnt beyond recognition. The property is said to be owned by a Mr. Peter Ayodele. Unavailable during the time of the report.”“Fuck!” Olalekan cursed as he smashed the remote on the ground. Staring at the TV. The reporter continued with the details of the incident as he turned towards his room door. He was just about to go to the office to meet Daniel and the other workers who had been informed about an impromptu meeting when the news came.Getting to the Vertical Technology building, ignoring his PA and the reception lady, he took the stairs instead of the elevator to work out all his
07:32 PM.Two of Olalekan’s guards dragged in someone wearing a shirt Seven could recognize. They had used a blindfold on the person. There was no struggle. One of the guards dropped a bag on the table and pushed the person into one of the chairs. Seven’s heart began to beat fast.“His house was hard to locate.” The taller and more light-skinned guard informed.“Is this the Michael?” Olalekan said rhetorically.But Milkos responded. “Yes, I am Michael. My eyes are hurting, can you please tell your men to remove the blindfold?”Olalekan gestured to one of them to remove the blindfold. He did. Revealing Milkos’ cocky face with a smirk plastered on his lips, like a man who knew what he was capable of. Unfortunately, the smirk disappeared almost as soon as it appeared the moment he spotted Seven at the far right.They stole glances at each other, knowing better not to make it ob
9:35PM.The suburbs of Lagos had this odd mix of sweat and carbon monoxide, noises emanating from moving vehicles slugging through the traffic on the Third Mainland bridge, and the throaty screams coming from the young and able-bodied hawkers carrying on their heads, goods ranging from fresh snacks, utility accessories, and drinks. From this angle, the entire world was lit up. In the dangerous will of the night, Q was sandwiched between two vehicles inside the traffic that connected the Mainland to the Island.Pappi Chill’s authoritative voice cracked from his car radio. Q loved the controversial man. He was nodding in affirmation to the words said by the OAP about the negative effects of Twitter and other social networks on youth development. Ruining the mental inclination of the presumed leaders of tomorrow.Even though he shared a contrasting view from what the man shared, he enjoyed the valid points he was tossed across the radio frequency still. As th