All Chapters of The First One: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

 He was lying on a sofa in his sitting room, staring up at the ceiling. It was now twenty two days after one of the worst experiences in the line of duty. He lived in a self-contained bungalow at GwarinPa estate on the outskirts of Abuja. Rent was one of the major headaches of living in the capital city but he was well paid so he could afford it.Muhammad now had an idea about who he was dealing with because he now knew that he was no match for The First One when it came down to physique, speed or killer instincts. The only chance he might have against The First One is his psychological abilities and that was what he was going to use to take down the psycho. He needed to find a way to stay alive if he was going to end up being the last man standing in their inevitable showdown. There was a car parked outside his house with members of the Tactical Assault Team (TAT) of the SSS keeping watch over him but he was still not taking any chances because he had a tactical knife strapped

 Muhammad opened the door to two beautiful blue eyes. Nicole Bradford was staring at him with a smile on her face. “Hello,” Nicole said.“Hi,” Muhammad replied mesmerized by her presence.Muhammad could feel his heartbeat accelerating and he felt disgusted with himself.“Please come in,” Muhammad said ushering her in.“Thank you Officer Muhammad,” Nicole replied stepping into the sitting room before she asked: “I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”“No. I’m startled because I wasn’t expecting a pretty CME at my doorsteps. I hate the idea of going through an autopsy alive,” Muhammad joked and they both laughed.“Pleas have a seat,” Muhammad said.Nicole sat down on the couch and Muhammad took his seat on the couch opposite her. She was wearing a jasmine perfume and putting on a white suit with a knee length skirt and a black shoe that perfectly fitted her caramel complexion. Nicole’s suit was unbuttoned revealing a blue silk blouse which provided a good view of the shap

  The explosion brought him back to reality. He was already half asleep when the sound interrupted the peace of the night. It was the sound of a bomb explosion.Muhammad heard footsteps heading towards his front door. He brought out his pistol with adrenaline already at work. He left the bedroom and within some seconds he was standing beside the front door with his pistol ready to unleash hell.Muhammad heard someone pounding on the door and calling out to him. Muhammad recognized the voice; it was the officer in charge of his surveillance team. He concealed his weapon and opened the door. The officer was already speaking before the door was completely open.“Sir, the National Assembly had just been hit by a bomb explosion. All field officers had been ordered to report to the site of the explosion ASAP. I just wanted to let you know that we’ll be gone for some few hours,” the officer said breathlessly.“Good luck officer,” Muhammad replied.“In case anything goes wrong or i

 When Muhammad walked into the reception hall of the hospital, the nurse behind the counter was terrified when she spotted his shotgun. Muhammad showed the nurse his ID card and she directed him to Room 1212 where Maryam was recuperating on the 12th floor of the building. Muhammad boarded one of the elevators in the reception hall.When Muhammad arrived at the 12th floor, he searched for Room 1212 in the long corridor which had blinding lights. The nurse at the counter had told him Room 1212 was the last room on the left wing of the floor. When Muhammad got to Room 1210, he noticed that the rest of the corridor leading to the remaining rooms at the left wing was dark.Muhammad slowly approached the dark end of the corridor with his shotgun aimed ahead as he searched the walls for light switches that he never found.Muhammad brought out his cell phone and switched on its flashlight. He was now holding the phone with his left hand and the shotgun with his right. The tag on the