Firstbank, Lagos.
Yaba Branch.
Since crowded places made him nauseous, Milkos did not flinch when he got sandwiched into the stuffy Transaction Area of the banking hall. He had come to deposit some cash. The line of people on the deposit queue was almost fifteen feet long. So he opted for a cold cup of water from the dispenser while waiting for the queue to be decongested.
When it was finally his turn to perform his transaction, he walked up to the counter, smiled at the beautiful bank representative and slid his fat wad of a thousand naira notes across it, the rep took the money and counted with the machine.
While she was busy shuffling the cash and recounting, he placed a black square micromagnetic device on the slab, finger-flicked it. He aimed for her System Unit which fortunately for him was propped on the same desk where the Monitor sat.
The device silently stuck to the System Unit.
Milkos was delighted.
The light-skinned repres
2014.Vertical Technologies Ltd.Inside the restricted area of the Information Department breathed a two-ton machine swarmed with hundreds of wires that were connected to monitors and work stations. Each work station had an operator and each operator was assigned to a particular web audience. Their job was to arrange and redirect the data provided by this monstrosity of a machine to the designated clients. There were however over fifty work stations and operators, it was a chaotic environment during operating hours.The elevator dinged open, he stepped out, clad in a three-piece navy blue suit and a briefcase, walking briskly towards the main office. His office. Hours earlier he had received an error report from one of his assigned assistants about the monster machine not being able to perform tasks. Such an error can be brutal. Clients who pay dearly for their goods and wears to reach their desired audience demand that they get optimum impressions before their
An incoming call lit up Q’s private phone.The man stared at the army-green device with a white towel across his shoulders. Suspicious, he took the ringing phone inside the reception area. He was at a Lawn Tennis Resort area where he had gone to show some Love – as he would call it. He let the call vibrate violently till the ringing stopped, hoping that the person does not call back.But they did. The phone vibrated to life once more.This is unusual, he thought. This person intends to speak with him. No mistake. For this to occur, it means that the person must know what businesses he was into.He picked the call.And waited for the person to speak.There was pin silence on the other side. Yet, he waited. For something.“The man with the alias of ‘Q,’ are you there?” A crisp voice with a slight trace of Indian accent spoke, so clear, Q felt he was present in
Staring at the information retrieved from the bank’s database, Milkos could not help but smile widely. He had struck a big break with the tip given to him by his anonymous lead. There was a lot of foul play judging from the information staring back at him and it was a delightful feeling to be in the position to have access to such information. There was this feeling, a rush of adrenaline that flows through his body whenever he successfully executes a task without any form of drawback, or when he successfully infiltrates a database without any quick-reacting firewalls. This was one of those moments. And it was only a matter of time before his hard work produces visibly fruits.He smiled at his monitor.A call came in. It was a private number. From the person, he was expecting.“How far have you gone with the job?”“Child’s play.” But it was not. He spent hours to infiltrate the system. Something that normal
CHANNELS TV NEWS@12BREAKING NEWS“Explosion in Ogun State. An uncompleted building was blown to bits this afternoon, killing five persons. Three have been identified as residents who had gone for a drink and the owner of the store. The other two are yet to be unidentified, their bodies burnt beyond recognition. The property is said to be owned by a Mr. Peter Ayodele. Unavailable during the time of the report.”“Fuck!” Olalekan cursed as he smashed the remote on the ground. Staring at the TV. The reporter continued with the details of the incident as he turned towards his room door. He was just about to go to the office to meet Daniel and the other workers who had been informed about an impromptu meeting when the news came.Getting to the Vertical Technology building, ignoring his PA and the reception lady, he took the stairs instead of the elevator to work out all his
07:32 PM.Two of Olalekan’s guards dragged in someone wearing a shirt Seven could recognize. They had used a blindfold on the person. There was no struggle. One of the guards dropped a bag on the table and pushed the person into one of the chairs. Seven’s heart began to beat fast.“His house was hard to locate.” The taller and more light-skinned guard informed.“Is this the Michael?” Olalekan said rhetorically.But Milkos responded. “Yes, I am Michael. My eyes are hurting, can you please tell your men to remove the blindfold?”Olalekan gestured to one of them to remove the blindfold. He did. Revealing Milkos’ cocky face with a smirk plastered on his lips, like a man who knew what he was capable of. Unfortunately, the smirk disappeared almost as soon as it appeared the moment he spotted Seven at the far right.They stole glances at each other, knowing better not to make it ob
9:35PM.The suburbs of Lagos had this odd mix of sweat and carbon monoxide, noises emanating from moving vehicles slugging through the traffic on the Third Mainland bridge, and the throaty screams coming from the young and able-bodied hawkers carrying on their heads, goods ranging from fresh snacks, utility accessories, and drinks. From this angle, the entire world was lit up. In the dangerous will of the night, Q was sandwiched between two vehicles inside the traffic that connected the Mainland to the Island.Pappi Chill’s authoritative voice cracked from his car radio. Q loved the controversial man. He was nodding in affirmation to the words said by the OAP about the negative effects of Twitter and other social networks on youth development. Ruining the mental inclination of the presumed leaders of tomorrow.Even though he shared a contrasting view from what the man shared, he enjoyed the valid points he was tossed across the radio frequency still. As th
Guards brought out their guns from their hostlers, aiming it at the masked man. they were ready to fire. Seven’s first instincts were to get on the ground, so did everyone else. Tall with a muscular build, the black man held his Revolver with one hand and a black leather bag on the other. He was clad in all-black from his boots to his vest. He had on leather pants and a black wooden mask. This was not a regular armed robber, they knew, he was on a mission.The Heads of Department and Computer Scientists were trembling. With their knees shaking violently, they avoided eye contact with the man. The only three people still standing were the two bodyguards who were aiming their guns at the man and, Olalekan.Seven, Milkos, and Daniel were on their knees. Too afraid to look up. One of the staff pleaded for mercy while another mouthed a prayer in their local dialect.Olalekan stared at the masked man long and hard, almost as if he could see through the mask, bey
Not many people could handle what these Vertical Technology employees handled. From watching people they have no idea who they are, punch themselves out, to watching three people including one of their colleagues get shot in the head for doing absolutely nothing.These scientists and Heads of Department had never in all their lives and all their time in the workforce been this scared, petrified. Looking at their boss used to be a sign of respect borne out of the fact that he was the one that paid their salaries. But now, they did not give a breeze of fuck.All the devices came back to life, this time the screens were blue. An audio wave was visible.“What do you mean, ‘David is here?’” Olalekan was getting very impatient.“It worked…” Daniel muttered under his breath as he joined MIlkos and the others to stare at the huge screen on the wall.Everyone except Seven was looking. Rather he was st
“Hold still!” Angel tilted Seven’s head to align with hers. She was tiptoeing in front of her brother, hands stretching over his shoulders. They were inside his room. It was a cool evening and the sun took a dive West. The Soft tremble of Witt Lowry’s voice emanated from the Tablet-like Bluetooth speaker that sat on his dressing table.“Look, if you don’t want me to do this properly, tell me. So I can go and watch Nickelodeon. They’re showing the Thundermans.” Angel grumbled when Seven moved slightly, disrupting her hands as they tightened something on Seven’s neck.Seven chuckled uncomfortably. “Sorry, I don’t think I’m ready for this.”“If you’re not ready, I’m ready. You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment.”“Huh?”“Sometimes I actually look at you with pity. The loneliness echoing in your laughter
CHANNELS TV NEWS @7.BREAKING NEWS!Vertical Technology Limited Headquarter Burns to the Ground. Last night, the nation’s top Information Technology firm that has been the leading supplier of computer devices and other hardware components was reported to have caught fire. In what the police are calling an act of Sabotage, remnants of explosives were found in the pile of wreckage. Nothing was recovered from the explosion. Nothing except four human remnants of which one was identified. The Founder and CEO, Oladele Olalekan, was sadly inside the building at the time of the explosion. An employee who demanded anonymity told our sources that Mr. Oladele had stayed back yesterday evening, claiming to be working on a few unattended documents. Investigation is currently ongoing to find the perpetrators behind this attack.
“Oh God, what have I done to deserve this!”One of the Heads of Department cried with both hands on his head. The tension in the room had increased and everyone was starting to panic. Daniel and Olalekan were on their feet now. Olalekan was limping on one foot. Some moments ago, Seven had moved a few steps back and had felt his head float after the gravity of what David’s words carried settled down.Everyone was going to die.“A bomb in my building? Who planted it th –““Shut up!” Both Seven and Milkos shot at Olalekan.“You placed a bomb in the building?” Seven asked Q, he was incredulous.“I- I did. It was – It was an…” Q trailed off as he stared at the timer.04:04:43.“It was an order that I had given him after I had informed him about Olalekan’s intentions,” David explained.“But how could you, we&rs
“You what?!” Seven was taken aback.“After those conversations with you, I ran through millions of religious materials and did a survey all over the internet which helped me understand how many humans feel about the concept of God and the significant role he plays in their lives. Unfortunately, many humans only serve him as a form of obligatory ritual. Not because they genuinely understand the concept. Even with the loops and holes in various indoctrination, Christianity is the most plausible one, the one that is more similar to the original truth.”“Wow, I umm…” Seven cleared his throat, his body was easing up now, and talking to David was enlightening. “Don’t really understand how all those shabby things I said to you would amount to you believing in God.”David sighed. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you intentionally feign ignorance to let people repeat what they say to confirm if they
“So do you have anything to say concerning this?” Q asked Olalekan whose face was expressionless. “You better start talking.”“David.” Olalekan’s shoulders jittered. “Where did you get this information?”“You assault someone for stealing a couple of millions but you have been doing this for the past one year. Hundreds of millions running through your account and top government official’s accounts.”The Heads of Department and his staff looked at him with disgust.Someone clapped. Loud, nerving. Everyone turned to the voice. It was Q.“I’m very very impressed. Wow! Lekan, you’re a wonderful person. It all makes sense why you have been secretive all these while. Why you’ve been so hell-bent on finding your partner’s whereabouts.”“Of course,” David pointed out, “He had made most of these transactions during the
Not many people could handle what these Vertical Technology employees handled. From watching people they have no idea who they are, punch themselves out, to watching three people including one of their colleagues get shot in the head for doing absolutely nothing.These scientists and Heads of Department had never in all their lives and all their time in the workforce been this scared, petrified. Looking at their boss used to be a sign of respect borne out of the fact that he was the one that paid their salaries. But now, they did not give a breeze of fuck.All the devices came back to life, this time the screens were blue. An audio wave was visible.“What do you mean, ‘David is here?’” Olalekan was getting very impatient.“It worked…” Daniel muttered under his breath as he joined MIlkos and the others to stare at the huge screen on the wall.Everyone except Seven was looking. Rather he was st
Guards brought out their guns from their hostlers, aiming it at the masked man. they were ready to fire. Seven’s first instincts were to get on the ground, so did everyone else. Tall with a muscular build, the black man held his Revolver with one hand and a black leather bag on the other. He was clad in all-black from his boots to his vest. He had on leather pants and a black wooden mask. This was not a regular armed robber, they knew, he was on a mission.The Heads of Department and Computer Scientists were trembling. With their knees shaking violently, they avoided eye contact with the man. The only three people still standing were the two bodyguards who were aiming their guns at the man and, Olalekan.Seven, Milkos, and Daniel were on their knees. Too afraid to look up. One of the staff pleaded for mercy while another mouthed a prayer in their local dialect.Olalekan stared at the masked man long and hard, almost as if he could see through the mask, bey
9:35PM.The suburbs of Lagos had this odd mix of sweat and carbon monoxide, noises emanating from moving vehicles slugging through the traffic on the Third Mainland bridge, and the throaty screams coming from the young and able-bodied hawkers carrying on their heads, goods ranging from fresh snacks, utility accessories, and drinks. From this angle, the entire world was lit up. In the dangerous will of the night, Q was sandwiched between two vehicles inside the traffic that connected the Mainland to the Island.Pappi Chill’s authoritative voice cracked from his car radio. Q loved the controversial man. He was nodding in affirmation to the words said by the OAP about the negative effects of Twitter and other social networks on youth development. Ruining the mental inclination of the presumed leaders of tomorrow.Even though he shared a contrasting view from what the man shared, he enjoyed the valid points he was tossed across the radio frequency still. As th
07:32 PM.Two of Olalekan’s guards dragged in someone wearing a shirt Seven could recognize. They had used a blindfold on the person. There was no struggle. One of the guards dropped a bag on the table and pushed the person into one of the chairs. Seven’s heart began to beat fast.“His house was hard to locate.” The taller and more light-skinned guard informed.“Is this the Michael?” Olalekan said rhetorically.But Milkos responded. “Yes, I am Michael. My eyes are hurting, can you please tell your men to remove the blindfold?”Olalekan gestured to one of them to remove the blindfold. He did. Revealing Milkos’ cocky face with a smirk plastered on his lips, like a man who knew what he was capable of. Unfortunately, the smirk disappeared almost as soon as it appeared the moment he spotted Seven at the far right.They stole glances at each other, knowing better not to make it ob