"This is my problem with you officers... You're so impatient to know the truth." Scorpion rolled his eyes at the D.P.O.
"For now, get me the people I asked for and I'll tell you." Scorpion hissed at him.

"Okay, fine. I'll get them immediately."

Office Bamidele took his phone and dialed Alhaji Musa's number. He was the first person he wants to call so that the issue between he and Humaira would clear. And if he was guilty, he would know that he's definitely exposed. Alhaji Musa woukd have no choice than to run begging at the police station. Well, no secret is hidden forever anyways. Maybe it was time for truth and confessions.

Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!

Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!

The D.P.O dialed his number, wondering why he wasn't picking up. Alhaji Musa too was in the same state. He was lost in thought... Why would this stupid officer disturb me again? What's it this time. He hissed and finally picked up.

"Hello Mr. D.P.O!" He started with a loud excited voice. As if he was happy speaking with the superintendent.

"Hello Alhaji Musa. Something urgent came up."

"Oh! What is it." His smile drops.

The kidnapper showed up this morning. He said he would confess definitely but he wants you present.

"W...what? He's there with y...you!" He stammered in a low tune, almost peeing into his pant that very moment.

"Yes, Alhaji Musa. I'd call Humaira and Zainab as well. The guy is in my office as present and he's ready to confess.

"Okay... I'll be there in a moment." His lips muttered as his shivering thumb clicked on the end call button.

Not sure if what he just said. Well, for no reason. For absolutely, no reason would Alhaji Musa want to get exposed like this. For the first time in forever, Alhaji Musa felt exposed. He felt opened and wondered who would be at the police's custody. 'It must be scorpion ' he thought and quickly grabbed his phone. In between his dripping sweaty face and the mental torture he was going through, he managed to searched a contact on his phone.

Again, the Alhaji was confused on who to call. His lawyer or the only puppet he has, Mario. He's the only one that can obey his right now but he was confused on what to do. What to act upon and what plan to execute next.

With his heart racing faster within his chest, Alhaji Musa tried to search his contact list for Mario's number. Suddenly, his vision blurred as he tried dialing the number. His hands trembled like someone being strangled. His breath sized as he tried to help himself but the mobile phone on his hand dropped. Trying to open the lockers of his desk, he brought out an envelope. In it were his drugs. Alhaji Musa has been suffering from severe stoke. These last five years, he's been managing to live on God's grace.. well, nobody wants to die, even the wicked.

Alhaji Musa threw a couple of drugs into his throat as he gulped in water and swalled hard. He drank more water and his body rest a bit. Thank goodness I brought my drugs along with me. He clamoured. He rest a bit before picking up his phone. And yes, he failed Mario's number.

Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong!!

An electronic beeping could be heard at he other end throughhis phone. It rang for a while before Mario picked.

"Hello Alhaji."

"Where are you?" He started.

"I'm at home. In my house at Lugbe. Hope all is well sir?" Mario asked in confusion.

"No! All is not well. Where is your second?"

"My second? What do you mean by that sir?" Mario asked looking more confused.

"Your second, your boss or whatever he calls himself! Where's scorpion?!" Alhaji Musa cursed.

"He's in his house I guess.  Else where could he be?"

"You're so stupid for asking me that! Don't tell me you don't know that he's about to confess the truth right now. The D.P.O just called me now saying he asked of me and Humaira. Don't tell me you don't know any of these!"

"Fuck!" Mario cursed under his breath. That guy is just an idiot! I never knew he was capable of doing something so stupid!"

"It's no use cursing him unnecessarily right now because I'm already exposed. And if I'm exposed, you're exposed as well."

"So what should I do now? Do you have any plan at hand? I'm going to teach Scorpion a lesson of his life, he'll never forget!"

"There's no need for that right now. I'm sure he won't be able to talk without me there but if he tells his  address, they may definitely come for you."

"What do you suggest I do now sir, I'll do anything just to get out of this!"

"Okay... Calm down, let me think." He muttered, clutching his head and trying to think straight.

"I know his address. He lives somewhere at Wuse, I'll send you his home address and you should attack him tonight."

"What? He's the D.P.O of the entir_"

"Are you going to do it or not?!" Alhaji Musa cut into his sentence, annoyingly. So you can't do the job because he's D.P.O?!"

"No sir... Yes of course, I'll do it." Mario swallowed hard. In his entire life, he has never attacked a uniform man ever before. The feeling of killing him  brought tightening to Mario's guts.

'This feels terrible but nothing is impossible.' he cries within himself.

"Look here mister, nothing must go wrong else, you'll got caught. First. You have to leave that place immediately, it's not save for you to stay home anymore.

'Win-win-wiin-nn-wwwwiiiinnnnwwwiiiiiinnnnn! Ppoooooo!!' Mario heard the sound of the police patrol car.

What's that sound?" Alhaji Musa asked him over the phone as Mario peeped through his window. He saw two, black patrol cars in his area and two police men in each of them. They were driving towards the building were Mario was.

I think they're here for me. I'd talk to you later Alhaji. But get me payment ready.

Don't worry, I'll pay you whatever you want just do what I ask of you. Kill the superintendent and meet me under Obafemi Awolowo's bridge tomorrow evening. I'll meet you there and arrange your Visa for China.

"Okay sir." Mario wears a smile and cuts the call. He knows Alhaji Musa always have good offers but this was the best so far and maybe, the worst.

He quickly took his gun and loaded it with bullets before leaving.

Mario jumped through the window of his back yard and claimed the tall lengthy fence into the other side of the town. It leafed to a long, express way. Mario stopped a taxi and zoomed away, leaving the police officers clueless to get him.

After a thorough search in his house, the noticed he'd already escaped so they reported back to the station.

Meanwhile, Mr. Bamidele Isaac called Humaira and asked her to come along with her younger sister, Zainab.

It's already 8: 00 p.m Mr. D.P.O, I just had my first case today and it didn't go well. Can we do whatever it is tomorrow?" Humaira's voice questioned over the phone.

The guy is here and he's ready to confess.

"Really?" Humaira's eyes widened.

Yes my dear. Don't you want to meet him? He says he wants to see your sister, Zainab. He's been having strange nightmares about Zombies.

Ugghhh! I would have come right now but I still have a lot to type. I just came back from work not less than thirty minutes ago and I'm just having dinner.

"What about Zainab? Can't she com_"

"No! My sister has been through enough! To hell to that stupid gang or whatever he is! Zainab just got the bandage removed today and you want her to come alone to your station this late? You're might have security officers to guide you but we don't! Humaira clouded over the phone. She was pissed about everything. And for the fact that they kidnapped her son and almost killed her sister, he still expects Zainab to come and meet one random looser as if he's mister president!" She blurted. As if everything about the whole situation wasnt faustrating enough.
"Look her Mr. Bamidele. I respect you a lot but can we postpone whatever it is till tomorrow. I'll come and check on you before going to office tomorrow morning and for that loser guy, lock him up and torture him more. He'd definitely speak out. If he likes, he should dream about all the witches and wizards in the world, it's none of my business. He deserves it afterall. Now can I have a rest now? Goodnight." She angrily cuts the call and threw her phone on the table.

"These uniform men are killing. I can't believe he called me just now. When I was crying and begging, what did he do. Now he wants me there? Mtcheew!" She hissed. "I and Zainab would go there first thing tomorrow morning Insha Allah. Finally, I'll see my son and Justice would take place once again."