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Miles away, inside UNIBEN's St. Albert's cathedral, Byron dropped his extremely large headset. Attached to it was a microphone. He heaved a sigh as he clicked his Big Brother Counter engine's shutdown button.

CLICK.

He smiled at his genius. Tomorrow he will be on his way to Lagos.

Time is running out.

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When Barrister Kunle left his office at Kunle & Sons' at noon on Tuesday he was tired and high. He had put together his file on Godwin Ayodele's wealth. Surprisingly, the late democrat had prepared for the worst of the worst, he had laid a backup will if in fact anything should happen to him and his whole family. Kunle was a little bit puzzled at first when Godwin approached him years ago, seeking his help and from the events that followed, Kunle had a feeling the man knew his time, and that of his family was getting near. Kunle shook his head in pity.

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The things politicians put their hands into these days.

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He remembered that day like it was just last week Godwin Ayodele paid him a surprise visit. He was a bright and lively man, with a good sense of humor. They exchanged pleasantries and little law jokes, too. Then, without warning, Godwin hit the hammer on the head of the nail as to why he came to see Kunle. He want to write another will, he had began. Just in case something happened to his family, you know if we travel together at once, that was the excuse he had given. However Kunle never saw a second meaning to this, the barrister in him didn't register alarm. He rendered the services notwithstanding.

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Igniting the engine of his Black Venza, Kunle glanced at the brown envelope containing Mr. Godwin's will sitting on the passenger's seat, he shook his head slowly, arching his lips, he shifted the gear to drive.

As he was about to turn the steering, something materialized on the driver's window, something hard made contact with the glass, shattering it, Kunle's heart pounded in distorted rhythm as he saw what passed through his window. It made contact with Kunle's neck, strangling him. A sudden wave of alarm filled Kunle as he realised what was happening.. but it was too late. His eyes were going dim.. The air stopped going into him.. For reasons unknown to him he didn't fight the object.. Then, everything went black.

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Y released his grip on the man and opened the car door, moving the limp body to the back sit as he sat down in the driver's seat, closed the damaged door, and drove off. 

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