TIME: 11:45AM VENUE: CHIEF OBI PATRICK’S MANSION.
A yellow Volkswagen drove into the compound at a very top speed of what could be described as fast and furious kind of speed. The gateman made a fast getaway and ran into his gatepost for safety.
A young man in his late twenties came out dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of black jean trouser and a pair black vickers shoe. Covering his eyes was another pair of sunshade.
FULL NAME: KELVIN PATRICK
HEIGHT: 6FT 5
OCCUPATION: HIRED ASSASSIN/TERRORIST
HOBBIES: PLAYING GOLF & KILLING
FAVOURITE WEAPON: CZ-97B; 45ACP
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE.
VENUE: A CRIME SCENE AT ALLEN AVENUE.
It was a sunny afternoon at Allen avenue along the North central district. Hundreds of people were standing on either side of the road. Men of the Nigerian police were taking note of strange objects and things around the blue Mercedes benz which has it occupant killed.
A police photographer was taking forensic pictures of the car and its occupant from different angles. Men of the press were not left out as they all seemed to be making stories for their respective News medias.
The occupant of the car was being attended to by the medical team who were cleaning his blood soaked clothes. Mr Kingsley the occupant of the car had the bullet shot at his head. He was the secretary general of the Oil Price control and Regulation agency in the country.
A tall handsome young man was talking to a young lady in a police uniform. He is the leader of the police team at the scene and he was made to work hand in hand with the medical team leader.
“Inspector Clement, we’ll be taking the body in our custody for more tests. I need you to sign this papers.”
The leader of the medical team said to Clement who took his pen and appended his signature.
“We’ll get back to you.”
Kingsley’s body was put on a stretcher which was rolled into the back of the ambulance which drove away at once with its siren blaring.
“Clara, get me my phone.” Inspector Clement said to the lady who was writing report on her notepad and taking pictures with a small digital camera.
“Yes sir.” The lady replied as she handed a mobile phone to him. The man took the phone and left the scene to a more secluded area.
“Inspector Clement sir.” the man said.
“Hello Clement. What have you got on the murder?” The receiver asked.
“Its a blue Mercedes benz belonging to one Mr Kingsley. As far as I can tell you, the man is dead and every possible measure has be taken to nab the perpetrator.” Clement explained.
“Get your report forwarded to area F-command for review after which you start the investigation.” The man at the other end said.
“Feed me more after the review.” And the line went dead.
FULL NAME: CLEMENT PATRICK
HOBBIES: READING & MEETING PEOPLE.
MARITAL STATUS: MARRIED.
VENUE: LOVERS MIX GUEST HOUSE
Sitting in a big spacious room was a group of people numbering up to eight including their leader who had her back turned to the others.
“Vicky seriously we need to carry out our plans and killings as from now without leaving trace or lead.” A huge black complexioned dude said. A lady who turned her back to the others sitting down in the private room turned to face them.
“Its not about killing without trace, its about killing everybody involved and mind you, no one receives any call except on my order. Okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” They all chorused.
FULL NAME: VICTORIA VICKY
HEIGHT: 5ft 5inches
OCCUPATION: HIRED ASSASIN
HOBBIES: SEX & DANCING
FAVOURITE WEAPON: BARETTA
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE. —–
FULL NAME: OSELU SANDRA
HOBBIES: TAKING PICTURES & MEETING PEOPLE
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE. —-
FULL NAME: ABDUL MALEEK
MARITAL STATUS: WIDOWER. —-
FULL NAME: JANET
MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE. —-
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