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The story is one of the best i've read in Nairaland,
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I will write one tonight and update on the morrow.

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Please give him a break!it isn't easy to write a poem not to talk about a story...and even posting while writing is intriguing. Well done 'Mynd'!!!

Today is the tomorrow we talked about yesterday

Oga mynd make u come upload na abi u want make we call COAS for u.

Oga mynd, how far with "THE STING" the last time it was updated was april 16, shey she wants us to comment ni. Make she talk na, pls helep me, i miss d story.

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Thank you sir

2map: Today is the tomorrow we talked about yesterday

Done typing already

drsolob: Oga mynd make u come upload na abi u want make we call COAS for u.

No need, I don type am. I go upload soon

Damex333: Oga mynd, how far with "THE STING" the last time it was updated was april 16, shey she wants us to comment ni. Make she talk na, pls helep me, i miss d story.

No be madam fault ooo. Na my fault. I have been so crazy lately but I hope I get time to sort it out soon

Update next

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Ifeoma felt nothing but anger. She did not know why the NSA would be keeping tabs onher and she did not really want to care about their reason. The NSA’s functions did not include gathering intelligence on their own and they depend on information they get from the intelligence agencies so the NSA spying on her seemed like a big insult and with the state she was in, she was not going to sit down and take it easily.

“What type of traces do they have where?” she asked the young IT staff

“Your house has been completely bugged with listening devices and all your phones too. There is a spyware also installed on your computers so any mail you send goes to an address set up by them” He paused and said;

“Even your car has been bugged to know where you are and where you are going”

Her bodyguard Charles looked at the man and said;

“Can you take them off? All of them”

“If you ask me to, I can get a team down on it right now and we will remove everything before sunise”
Charles said;

“Then get to it”

“No don’t” Ifeoma said “Whoever it is wants to play the hard way, we can always help them”

Still looking at the young man, she said;

“The two of you should go downstairs and get a me a clean car right now, I have to go somewhere and I don’t want to be followed. If we take out the bugs, these people will know we are on to them and I don’t want them to know. At least not until I get the answers I need”

Charles said;

“Yes ma’am”

The IT staff handed her phone over to her as they both headed for the door and Ifeoma said;

“Get me a secure line too; I might need to make some emergency calls”
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When Kuyi left the conference room, he walked down stairs and barely noticed that his assistance was following him. he was sad and heavy at the turn of events but he could not show it to anyone at least not yet. He knew the Vice President would shuffle the security team immediately he is sworn in as President and a lot of the chiefs will go but hewould remain. He has been the intelligence chief for a while and it will be suicide firing him.

He only felt sorry about those who would lose their position as a result of a plan he had. As he walked into the elevator and his aide walked into it with him, he could not help but see a lot of things wrong with the mission but that was not the first extraction he would plan and it was supposed to go perfectly. He was a perfectionist to the core and he alwaysgot his mission right but this one felt wrong in every way.

The elevator closed and he noticed the presence of his aide. He turned to her and said;

“You said something 7 years ago when I became Intelligence chief, you said I am the most intelligent person they have in the military. Do you still believe that? And please answer honestly”

The aide shifted nervously as she had never been asked a question so direct and personal in the years working with Kuyi. He never showed any sign of weakness to anyone and right now, it seemed like he wanted to boost his ego;

“I still believe that sir, you are heads, shoulders and feet above everyone else”

“And what would you say is the probability that I am wrong?”

“Probably 0.001% sir”

“Okay thank you. And I am sorry, I have kept you for these long hours, we are facing a badtime as a country”

“I completely understand sir”

“How’s Ben? He should be writing his School leaving certificate by now right?”

The question took her by surprise as Ben is the name of her last born who was about to graduate secondary school. She had never discussed him with her boss but she was notsurprised he knows’

“He is fine, I spoke to him recently and he seemed happy and confident enough”

“Oh good, do you intend to have him in the military or like his sister, you would rather have him get a civil life devoid of this madness?”

“He wants to be an aeronautic engineer and then join the Air force sir, I hate to say that I tried to dissuade him but I did and he chose not to bulge”

“Of course he would not bulge, he is as head strong as his father”

Her late husband had been dead for fifteen years and she was past mourning for him but his sudden mention of him gave her chills as she did not think he knew him. he had been a civil engineer and as stubborn as ever. He was involved in an accident one night after getting drunk to celebrate the commissioning of a building he supervised and ended up dead.

She said;

“He reminds me of him, everyday sir”

The elevator got to the ground floor and they both got out. They walked to the front entrance where the car was waiting for them to take them wherever they wanted. The door was opened and Kuyi stood as he allowed and allowed the aide get in while he got in after her. The drive back to DMI was short and quiet as Kuyi did not say a word. He simply brought out his phone and played Sudoku.

They got down at the DMI headquarters and Kuyi got out of the car and headed for the front door as his aide almost had to run to keep up with him. he went past the doors and there was still someone behind the front desk. He looked at him and said;

“Get Gbenga on the phone and tell him I need to use a room right now”

He waited a little for his aide to catch up with him and they both went into his office. He asked her to come in with him but he did not say anything as he offered her a seat. He just sat down and watched her from where he is while playing his game and soon, the comm. Rang and he picked it;

“Hello, what do you have for me?”
The reply was short and what he wanted to hear;

“The room is ready for you sir”

“I will be right down”

“He looked at the aide and said, you will be coming with me. I am sorry about the long hours, everything is just coming down”

They walked back into the elevator and went down to the floor below the ground floor. This place serves mostly for interrogation and is restricted to almost everyone; in fact a lot of people who actually work there don’t know it exists.

The elevator stopped and they both got out with Kuyi walking with a pace that still amazed the aide. They met a man on the way and he saluted Kuyi;

“Is everything ready?”

As the three of them walked past cells, guards and holding rooms some of which were empty and some were not. They got to the interrogation room and the man who met them said;

“Sir who do you want to question? Do you need me to get the person”

“Kuyi looked at him, smiled and said;

“It is a double questioning"

He continued;

“Gbenga, get me the person in cell 3A”

Evelyn his aide said nothing as she did not know who was in cell 3A but when Gbenga brought out the prisoner she felt her heart rip out. It was her son

“What’s going on here sir?”

“You will find out soon enough”

He was dragged into one of the interrogation rooms while she kicked and screamed. None of the guards moved as they were used to screaming down here just before the soundproof doors of the interrogation roomsclose while Evelyn ran after them screaming that he be left alone.

Evelyn’s son was forced into a chair by Gbenga and strapped him into it with leather belts which held his arms and legs in place while Gbenga laid out a bag filled with knives on the table as she was still screaming. The boy looked afraid and he was also screaming;

“Sir what are you doing? That’s my son”

“I know it is” Kuyi said, “but this is not about what I know, not anymore. This is about what you know and I don’t know”
Gbenga, held up a stainless steel knife whose edge shone and reflected the light back and Evelyn’s eyes brightened. She had seen interrogations before and she knew what was coming.

Kuyi said;

“I want you to picture his face right now and realize that I sent men to go get him for me and I can leave him in a room with Gbenga and have him cut to bits. He would start by pulling out his fingernails and then his toenails. He would then start drawing circles all over his body with those knives on the table and just when the little boy is about to pass out, he would stop and allow his rest. His wounds would be treated and then the treatment would start all over again. But I decided to have you in the room because you alone can save him right now”

They were separated by a one way glass wall which made sure the people inside the interrogation room could not see the other room but those observing can see well. Both rooms was connected by radio communication but for anyone in the communications room to speak to the other room, you had to speak into a microphone and push a button. Kuyi pushed a button and said;

“Gbenga, you may begin” while he looked at Evelyn’s face.

“I just need some answers”

Evelyn got on her knees and begged and saidwhile crying;

“I have not done anything, I don’t know whatyou want but I would tell you, just ask”

Kuyi sat on in one of the chairs while Evelyn came over to meet him and he looked her straight in her teary eyes and said;

“What made you help the NSA bug my phones and my office?”

She looked at him stunned and she said;

“I have no idea what you are talking about sir; I will never do anything like that”

Kuyi pushed a button beside the microphone and said;

“Gbenga, take out something”
Gbenga went to the boy dug the knife into his left thigh and the boy screamed while Evelyn held on to Kuyi’s arm pleading and Kuyi said to Gbenga through the communication link;

“Go all out, I don’t have time for this”

Gbenga the remove a finger nail from the boy’s right hand while he screamed and Evelyn did too. It was as though the knife was going in through her skin and she kicked and begged.

“Tell me what I want to know and I will let him go else, he would continue”

Evelyn’s face we was filled with tears and saliva as she watched her 16 year old son tortured. Gbenga pulled out another fingernail as the boy kept shouting and Gbenga hit him on the face. Kuyi said;

“Gbenga, what the hell is wrong with you? Don’t hit him on the head, you might send him into shock and block out the pain”

“I am sorry sir” Gbenga said

Kuyi looked at Evelyn again and said;

“You can stop this right now. just tell me what I want to know or you can stay here and watch this happen”

Evelyn realized she was face with an impossible situation and so she said;

“I was just asked to place the bugs in some places. I did not know what they wanted. They offered me a lot of money and my son a place in the military with accelerated promotion if I helped. I swear that’s all I know”

By now, Gbenga had taken out about five of the boys nails on both hands and there was blood everywhere. The boy’s screams did not seem to bother him as he went about it with precision and professionalism. And then kuyi’s voice came;

“You can stop for now, get a medic to look at the subject and you take a break”

He looked at Evelyn and said;

“I want to know everything. How they came to you, where they did, phone numbers, e-mails etc. I want to know it all”

She was still on her knees crying when Kuyi’s phone rang. He picked it up and a male voice said;

“Where there is light……”

It was a old code he was taught as a young spy while in Congo. It was used before sending messages to know if the line was free or not and he replied;

“There is no light yet”

He hung up and retrieved the number while he got a small phone from his pocket and he called back. The person answered and he said;

“All darkness disappears”

The voice was silent and Kuyi asked;

“Who is this?”

He heard a familiar female voice say;

“Kuyi, its Ifeoma, I am on my way to your office. I need a place to talk. I think we are all in more trouble than we thought”

“Where exactly are you?”

“I just pulled up at your front door”

“Okay, I will have someone bring you to me”