Chapter Two

It was 12pm already , the day had been sure to dictate the course it was going take and everyone had their tasks assigned to follow up on.

Everyone as expected would eventually be everywhere doing something on a good Monday noon. You could be found in the lawcourt witnessing a case , with Nena daniels for example or either in the streets trying to make ends meet some other way, or probably in a secret underground station checking the quality control in the production of the world’s most illegal narcotics. Yes , I’m talking about ‘cocaine’.

On this regular 12pm afternoon, like every other one in the past five years, a strangely dressed man in a mask had his hands strapped behind his back as he walked amidst a group of seemingly busy individuals . This secret undergrounds station was mostly filled with females who had their noses covered in a mask to avoid inhaling the loads of white fumes that filled the air, mostly from all the cocaine they were working with.

“Hurry up people “ the man in the mask ordered “ we have this packages due for tomorrow” he said.

“Boss” a name screamed from behind him. He turned to find out who it was.

“There’s a call for you “ a lanky young man was standing, stretching a cell phone to him. 

He picked the phone from him “thank you zeke” he said to him.

He now moved ahead, taking the phone to his ear range and answer “hello”.

“hello maestro” the voice from the phone began “what’s going on, why the delay?” 

“Nothing man. No problems at all.” The man known as maestro replied “ Just some technical impediments that has been well taking of by the way. How is business on your own end?” he asked.

“everywhere good. We almost out of product though, like I told you before. That’s whats up”

“I got you man, don’t even trip” maestro replied , now increasing the pace he used to walk the room.” You can come pick em up tomorrow night. For real”

“alright man Peace” the man on the phone hung up now

“peace “ Maestro replied as he put down the phone .

Maestro has been an underground drug kingpin in the city of lagos for the past five years. He always had mask on so no one would ever get to know who he actually was, especially t the NDLEA operatives who had been on his case for a while now.

He oversaw the whole drug distribution in the west coast and had the largest drug clientele in the country namely the Black Mafia Organisation aliased the BMO.

It was no wonder he was such a big shot in the city and a name that was always found in the mouth of drug law enforcers that had been on his case in the past. As far as anyone in the drug business could tell, he was the king of the city. He had been anonymous for years and acquired the name maestro for being such a mysterious figure during his early days in the streets. Apparently , the name stuck, so much so that drug law enforcers acknowledged it well enough as a big target.

It had been a while since Maestro has been seen here in his chop shop factory where his drugs are been made. It was a surprise to his workers why he was here this afternoon . well, if they thought about it though, it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise considering the collosal fuck up they just had to barely manage the previous day. One of their distribution trucks had just been ransacked and a great deal of maestro's drugs were confisticated and with the driver apprehended. This incident had brought about panick in maestro’s organization as it had never happened before, at least not in a long time ago, considering how smartly planned he had orchestrated his delivery system and that this incident might even compromise his factories location. He was even now making arrangements to handle that little loophole. 

Maestro finally came to a stop , now standing in front of a door after walking down the long hall way of the production room. He stood there for a minute , breathing and exhaling slowly through the airspace perforated on his woven mask.

Young lanky Zeke stood behind him now holding the mobile cell after the phone call had ended.

Maestro now opened the door to storm in with his very well reharsed dramatic entrance.

“ so where were we?!” he began , as he walked hastily to the table stand a few metres away from the door, without even making a single eye contact with any of the four men already present in the room , including a badly bruised young man who was seated in the middle of the room, zip cuffed to the seat and duct taped in the mouth region . The cuffed man had a cut on his head that incessantly dripped blood down to the tip of his lip and an eye that was so swollen , it looked like it was about to burst soon. He clearly got those from the men in the room who looked like their blood thirsty fists had been well satisfied from a beating they had very recently rendered. 

The men were on black tank tops and hand their clenched fists bruised and stained with blood. They really looked angry, like the kind of men you wouldn’t want to ask how their day was going. This was an obvious scene of an interrogation of some sort. 

Maestro took a minute in the shadows putting on a pair of gloves and taking off every every clothing he had on him , leaving only a mask , a white vest, pants and a well defined muscular figure that came rising from the dark into the illuminated part of the room. The humid lighting of the room exhibited only his silhouette for a while until the large figure of a man fully formed in front of the seated fella who was zipcuffed and strapped to his chair in the middle of the room.

“oh Charlie, Charlie , charlie!” maestro began as he approached the scared zip cuffed young man.. He stretched out at his gloved fingers now throwing a smirk to instill more dread, advanced his face to the mans ear and whispered “ we are going to have so much fun today”.