Tyson walked back in the house after making sure that the Carter patriarch and his filthy grandson left his compounds so composed that he looked like he had just come from sleep. He didn't look like the man who had just dismantled five men. He took his phone from his pants pocket and dialed a number then put the phone to his ear. "Who let the Carters into my home? You had clear instructions not to," he said and listened for a while. "Tell him I want him back in headquarters for punishment. Get someone to clean the blood in the house too," he said and hang up. That's when he looked up and everyone eyes were on him. They were looking at him like a God reincarnate. "What's wrong?" He asked because to him, this was normal. He had forgotten that the only violence these people knew was mostly verbal like the way Susan was. They had never witnessed a man beat up five man and break bones like it was child's play. He also was able to move out of a bullet's way. How fast was he? "Ty... T

When the police, or should we say former, superitendant gave Tyson and his group the information they needed, they were able to plant one of them in the group of the girl who were being transported the following day as they had been told. They had also started tailing the police boss because they knew that there was no way such a huge criminal gang was running in his city without his knowledge. That same day, their girl was collected just hanging around the Top Five Club and when they realised that the girl seemed lost and kept calling a number that wasn't being picked, as usual, they sent someone who was able to 'lure' her into the club. What they were banking on was following her because they had put a GPRS tracker on her. But what they didn't bank on was these girls getting drugged to unconsciousness and being scanned. Thus Starla, as was her pseudonym in the documents that were found on her, was nowhere to be found. The plan was simple: follow Starla using the tracker and eve

"Boss, what do we do about Star? It has been two weeks. Do you think she is okay?" Jordan asked one day while they were in the headquarters. It had been two weeks since Star was taken and they hadn't heard anything from her. "It breaks my heart to see that you ain't have faith in your teammates. She is okay. She has been through worse. Until she activates the last alarm, then believe that she is okay," Tyson said and that earned him a chuckle from Clara. "Do you even have a heart to be broken boss?" She asked with a laugh and that earned her a look that made her wish she had kept her mouth shut. "Continue making noise here while you are supposed to be with my wife. If anything happens to her, I will have you for dinner," he said and at that, Clara trembled. She had been with this boss of theirs for six years now. Even when he was younger than this, he was the most feared soldier in the regiment. She didn't doubt that she would be cooked and being cooked would be being shown mercy

"Oh, my God! The things I do for the Regiment! A good thing is that I love my job," Starla said as they drove away from the club. "We were worried about you when you went for two weeks without communication. Good thing you are okay," one of the men who was seated at the back of the vehicle with her said. "I've been lost longer than that and you know it. Anyway, I couldn't rush. I had to wait and get as much info as I could. I also had to pretend to be Del Campo who is worried about the mother she hasn't seen in two years. A good thing the money went to the orphanage," she said and laughed at that. "Guys, we need to tell the boss what's happening," the one driving said. "Yeah, let's get to the hotel first," Starla said and they kept mum, each thinking of their own things. They got to the hotel room 'the foreigner' had booked to stay in and once they were settled, they called the boss. It wasn't him who received the call but Jordan. "Hey S? We missed you," he said as a way of gre

"How will they know that we are here?" Samantha asked because they had been there for almost twenty minutes.She wondered how anyone would know where they were because she hadn't seen Clara use her phone since they entered this small crowded and dark room that smelled of breach and soap. Clara was busy concocting a blue substance in a bottle. She had used some liquid soap, bleach, a scouring powder and some other things Samantha didn't understand. "They will know. I already sent a signal. If I was alone, I would already have left," she said as she concentrated on what she was doing. "Sorry. You are stuck here because of me," Samantha said and that made Clara pause and turn to look at her. "It's not your fault boss. I am just worried for your safety and that's all. It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault, it's those guys trying to get to us," she said as she got back to what she was doing. "What are you making?" Samantha asked again. "A bomb," Clara answered simply. "A bomb!