Silver Bullet

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Wow! Getting more and more interesting. Next please.

hmm I do take my time to read this thriller.... Nice one... Still following

[b] long time [/b]

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[b] CHAPTER 22 3. 12 P.M. “Holy Father, Chief Pique just called. He said that they recovered the hard disk successfully”, the Charmelengo said. The Pope had been sitting in front of a sculpted statue of the Blessed Mother. “Grazie a Dio (Thanks be to God) . Have you received any information from the news woman?” He said, looking up at the young priest. "No. Another bad news is that the Sistine hall section of the Vatican library had just gone up in flames". The Pope hung his head, depression slowly crept over him. "Why the church of the lord?" He muttered slowly. "Papa, I understand how all this must be hard on you but it is very important that you leave the city immediately. Please, do this for your life and for your beloved church". He shook his head remorsefully. "I can't, holy son. I can't leave the church this way. She needs me most now. I was thinking about addressing the world, I am to give them hope . . .", he broke off. "You're not leaving as if forever. Believe me, Your Holiness, millions of people out there appraise your courage. You should see how passionate the world has become about you. What a story it would become when it is discovered that it has been a coy all along". He brought out a copy of L'oservatore Romano, the Vatican newspaper and handed it over to him. "When the news gets out, no one would understand that it was done without publicly announcing that it was a coy just because of security reasons. You should leave the city. When the dust settles, I believe the security agencies can handle it. We would surely return", the Charmelengo implored. "You can go alone, padre. I'll be better off alone here", he said calmly and dropped the newspaper, fixing his gaze on the sacred statue. "Santita, recordatevi, che il buon Duo perdona . Remember, the good Lord forgives, Your Holiness". "Certo, lo so!" He paused "If you insist, I'll make a confession lest I die in my sins". "When we get on the jet successfully, you may confess. We need to hurry up. The plane has been readied. He said opening the mahogany doors of the wardrobe and getting out a designer tux suit and a matching pair of loafers he had given the Pope on his seventy-fifth birthday. He helped him dress up and accompanied him downstairs to a waiting chauffeured Bentley. [/b]

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[b] CHAPTER 23 4. 45 P.M. NNAMDI AZIKIWE AIRPORT ABUJA NIGERIA Airport attendants helped Emily and the passengers aboard the [i] Shepherd One [/i] down the stairs of the mobile staircase. The Swiss Guards guarded the old man and went before Emily while she took up the rear. "Has the surgery began?" Emily spoke into the phone. "Yeah. The doctor gave high hopes and that, I just pray it works out sis. The couldn't let me in though", Eliana, her younger sister said from the other end. "What were you expecting before? You're really gross Eli. Any news from school?" "Nope, just a couple of skipped tests and assignments, I can make it all up when all this is over. But where are you now?" "Emy!" Someone shouted from the door of the private arrival lounge they were heading to. We'll talk about this later", she said and terminated the call. Emily screwed her face against the scotching sun to get a better view. She was excited as she spotted Agent Kimberly, a long-time friend at the CTAN. They hugged tightly. "It's been a long time, Kim. I hope you're finally getting on well with Adams?" She teased. "Sure. These days he seems to have dropped that pain in the ass poise", they chuckled. "Let's get in, the make-up artist is waiting", Kim said, tugging her along. "Sure, we've got no time", she said. Her phone rang. "Hello Adams". "Emily, have you contacted your e-eh, fiance?" "Yeah". "What's the situation report?" "I'm not an agent, Adams!" "Sorry, I almost forgot. Is there any development?" "He's hale and hearty. The girl's with him. They were attacked and the assassins seem to be right on their track. What about your men?" "Yeah, they're on the way. The FBI are already handling the situation over there but they've not reported any capture". "And the two agents?" She asked. "Their hotel room was clouded with chloroform and they were found half unconscious". How? I don't understand". "A canister containing the gas was found open in the room. We're trying to know if we can pull anything from the camera. Whoever did it was a pro". Emily exhaled, "Alright, I'll keep in touch. The plastic make-up artist is almost through". "You guys have got to be fast. . . We're running out of time. We don't trust anybody right now. The Malibu have a lot of spies even within the CTAN, and they seem to know that we're involved, they sent us GPS co-ordinates to where the Pope would be dropped off". "I'm really scared, Adams". "Don't be. You shouldn't be, Emily. We've got your back. Is the make-up expert through?" "Touche. If the real Pope were here, I can't tell who is who. He really did a good job". Adams chuckled and ended the call. [/b]

Following seriously

[b] CHAPTER 24 4. 50 P.M. "Three minutes to land. All other units should position on E14. I repeat, position on E14!" The pilot of the helicopter spoke into the mic of his headphone. A tracker had been placed on Emily, this would enable the CTAN track her location wherever she was and possibly it could lead them to the terrorist's enclave. The tracker was untraceable because of its discreetness; it was a newly developed technology. The tracker would be embedded in the subject's skin, just like a tattoo. The only evidence of it is the bar code mark it gave on the skin. This would enable it to evade any bug scanner. No sooner had the Airbus EC175helicopter landed on a clearing in a remote part of the city, Emily jumped down, clutching her digital video camera and journal. The disguised Pope was helped down too. "Help will come soon Ma'am. You're assured of that", the co-pilot shouted above the blades. "That is if we're not dead by then", Emily thought. "And you old man, don't forget to use the pronoun 'WE' always!" "Is it a kind of Papal signature or something?" Emily asked. The co-pilot cast her a curious glance as if she should have known "It's called the royal 'we' or the majestic plural, [i] pluralis maiestatis [/i] in Latin. Signifies that all his actions are done not only in his capacity as a leader" he screamed above the noise. Emily shook her head in affirmation "Oh that must have been the reason why the Pope kept on addressing himself in the plural. I guess, I've gotten the hint!" Emily nodded her head absently as she took in her surroundings. The copter took off and the fact that she was alone in nowhere with an old man who could barely do anything to defend himself,let alone defend her if the need arose. The old man was fully clad in a black soutane with a [i] crux pectoralis [/i] hanging on his neck and resting on his chest. He was putting on a pair of red papal shoes known as the [i] calceameta, a mozzeta and chirotecce gloves [/i]. He had a golden ring on his finger and the skull cap also known as the zuccheto was neatly placed on his head. They were in a sort of forest reserve covered with thick shrubs and trees. Huge mahogany trees spotted different areas. Soon enough, she spotted a black hawk chopper. It landed close to the clearing. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that the detestable moment had finally come. Two young men in military fatigues jumped out of the copter and rushed to them. One of them brought out a bug scanner and ran a bug tracker all over their body. Her heart skipped a beat as the young man lingered, trying to make sure that she had no bug on her. "They're clean", he finally spoke into his mic. They handled Emily and the Pope's double with little hospitality as they blindfolded and shoved them into the back of the helicopter. [/b]

@flames .... I must confess Ur use of english is outstanding ....

[b]CHAPTER 25 5. 45 P.M. MASSACHUSETTS INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY, U.S.A Water was dripping somewhere and the sound echoed eerily through the underground alley. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. Imogen felt like pulling off her glasses as she clutched the metal rod tightly. Her knuckles were turning white from pressure of gripping the rusty metal. In the dimly lit alley, she was snuggled up between two massive pipes running from the roof of the alley to the damp floor. They felt like pillars. She had been in this uncomfortable position ever since they heard the assassins or whoever they were jump into the underground from the manhole. She had quickly drafted an assault plan with Derek and she just hoped that she wouldn't flop. She swallowed hard as the thought of being overpowered and captured flashed her mind. They had estimated two to four bad guys. A shadow caught her attention and it was advancing stealthily. She pressed herself tightly against the crevice created by the two pipes so as not to give herself away. She had to think fast, if she were to come out. The guy might be directly in front of her and may recover quickly but if she waited. He may round the corner and discover her before she got a chance to bludgeon him. Lying on the floor just beneath her was a rusty tap. Probably it must have broken off from one of the supply pipes. Stealthily, she picked it up and threw it a few meters away. It got the result she wanted, as the assassin released shots at that spot running towards it. He was so engrossed in the distraction to notice her. She banged the heavy rod on his head; she hit him again and he dropped, a shocked expression on his face. Rounds of bullet erupted from his machine gun, a bullet ricocheted off a metal pipe and grazed her shoulder. She winced in pain and dropped the weapon, fortunately the guy was already unconscious or even dead. She heard loud gunshots behind her, for a moment she thought she was the one being shot at and her fear was confirmed when she turned. An assassin clad in black overalls stood with his machine gun pointed at her. She made a silent prayer, the thought of her so much flooded her vision and the thought of joining her deceased mother overwhelmed her. For a split second, nothing happened and the man fell on his knees before lying flat on the floor. She almost screamed with relief. Derek stood behind the man, the pistol in his hand smoking. "Come on, let's get out of here. The others would soon figure out were not the ones shot dead", he said stooping down over the dead man and ransacking him. "How did you get the gun? I never knew you had one". "I tackled a guy down here, congrats on that one", Derek said , as he took the man's earpiece and dipped it on his own ear. She smiled proudly and stooped down over the assassin she had taken down. She ransacked him. Unfortunately, his earpiece was damaged in the fall but she took his penknife and revolver. "Can handle that?" He asked, pointing at the revolver. "Let me see", she said looking closely at it. "Just a 44 Magnum Taurus Raging revolver. I'm sure it's a double action". Derek shrugged. 'Nowadays, kids seems to know so much' he thought and shrugged. "What of that?" He asked pointing at her shoulder, blood was already gathering on her shoulder blades. "Just a graze. I got hit but it's not serious", she said and got closer so that he could get a better look at it. He got out his handkerchief. Folding the arm of her polo, he tied the handkerchief over the wound and tightened it. "It would hold bleeding for a while. We've got to be moving", he said. He called up the blueprint of the school's underground passages from his BlackBerry. Using the direction, he led the way.[/b]

Hmmmm, smart girl. Impressive!

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[b] CHAPTER 26 6 . 30 P.M. BOMBARDIER LEAR JET- 85 The Pope looked on as the Charmenlengo took out the small voice recorder from his pocket and was turning it over in his palms. "Wait, you recorded my confession? How could you Francesco", the Pope asked, a shocked expression on his face. "No, not Francesco", he said and pulled off the rubbery mask and make-up. He also removed the voice distorter. "Giovanni Lorenzo!" He shouted and almost fainted, he least expected this. "Yes of course, it's me. Anyway, it won't matter that much. You would be dead by the time it gets to the public", he sneered. "You! I trusted you with my life. Come mai (How could you?)" He exasperated. "Never mind, change is coming and I am the new instrument of change. It's what the church has been waiting for, a belief with reason". "It's not possible, you cannot overthrow the church. The Curia . . . Oh my God!" "Don't worry about them, and be mindful of terms. Revolution and not a coup, a new order, transformation . . . I can see it coming". "You're a lunatic, Giovanni. Stop it and come to your senses. You should confess this blasphemy". He pocketed the recorder and pulled out a revolver from the pocket of his black cassock. He dipped his hand in the other pocket and got out a silencer. The Supreme Pontiff was sweating profusely. He clutched his rosary tightly. He brought his face close to him. "That's exactly what I want. I want to see you shiver with fear. I want you to know what horror feels like". He stuck the gun on his neck, tracing it along its length. "Your hunger for power would lead you to doom, Giovanni. Let's settle this like brothers. I mean, I've always loved you as one and held you in high regard. How could you possibly do this?" He burst out laughing. "Oh, now we're brothers? It's been exactly twenty-five years now, father", he said, playing the the recorded Pope's confession over and over again, "but I've been finally been opportune by divine providence to get my revenge. I won't call it a sin; after all the Bible said, 'An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Can you imagine seeing you, a wicked a heartless man, sitting on the Papal throne, worshiping on the altar and being revered by all and sundry? The pain of it, the death of the first true love I ever known and all whatnot, and you were ever there in Rome, climbing through the echelons of power and enjoying all the glory and attention while your past toils behind. Right now, you've lost everything; the Vatican and maybe even your life . . .everything". "But what have I not done for you, Giovanni. I took you like my own brother. I showered you with love, gave you power and you are the youngest President of the monetary administrations of the Holy See. You know how the Roman Curia has been on my neck for that but I persevered. All this was not enough for you and this is what you pay back with". He rose again and began fixing the silencer on the nozzle of the gun. Papa Georgia had prepared for this and hopefully the flight attendant had done as he was instructed. The pistol was carefully hidden in an incision made in the leather inside of the first class jet, it was hidden just below the seat. Thankfully, he was buying his pretense of helplessness. He just hoped that his military skill had not wavered a bit after all these years. Then the moment came. "Tu traditore della Santa Madre Chiesa! (You traitor of the Holy Mother church!)" He shouted. Giovanni turned quickly and was surprised. A gun was pointing at him. He recovered quickly and with expertise. It all happened in a flash and a loud shot exploded; it reverberated in the plane . . . [/b]

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[b] @Delight, thanks for the I.v ..... Due to the recent happenings and also your attitude towards this story, I will finish the story here though but I'll delete the story on completion... I will keep u guys informed though [/b] ___________________________________________ I'm tired of updating b/cos of your attitudes... It seems I'm d only one on this but I'll update tomorrow if God willing anyway... Enjoy your day

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[b]CHAPTER 27 7 . 03 P.M. VATICAN APOSTOLIC LIBRARY, ROME The Vatican City was thrown into chaos when the specified time of the greatest explosion ever recorded in Roman history was made public. There was commotion in the major roads and streets as people scampered out of the city to nearby states. The airport terminals were overcrowded as those who could afford the exorbitant prices of emergency flights made their escape by flight, others took to the Adratic Seaport. Stampedes were reported at various areas. Tourist hotels were counting their losses as tourists checked out in numbers. The College of Cardinals currently in Rome had been whisked away to nearby Venice in a bid to conduct the Easter celebration for the first time in the history of the church, outside the walls of the Vatican City. Today would be one of the most horrible in the history of the church; it had been nicknamed the 'infernal Easter'. A total of five passenger planes had been either attacked or hijacked. Chief Monte Pique and his men has since today prevented only two bombs from detonating, one in the Vatican Pinacoteca and another in Belvedere Palace. Right now, his men were working on another bomb that had been discovered by the bomb squad of the CTAN who were currently working with his men. They have tracked down the bomb to the Vatican secret archives. Pique stood at a reasonably safe distance and had on a blast suit. He observed the bomb detonators do their job on the five-minute time bomb. He was yet to fathom how the terrorist or whoever that planted the suitcase-like bomb beneath a marble stool that was carved into the floor of the library could do that. Just like other bombs, it was tracked by the bandwidth signal it was receiving from a remote location that was obviously not in Italy. Pique was convinced that only the Pope, the Prefect of the Vatican secret archives and the Cardinal Dean had access to it. His men had confirmed that no one had walked in there for close to three days now and there had been no forced entry equally. He had been trying to figure out but no way. The security camera records came up clean. He wondered what he could have done if not for the timely intervention of the CTAN agents. It had to be someone from the inside, someone from the inside, someone who knew all ins and outs of the Vatican. He had long suspected that someone high in the hierarchy of power in the Vatican must be behind all this. 3 MINUTES LEFT Activity increased in the archive as both agents and Swiss Guards ran helter-skelter trying to remedy the situation. He lighted a cigar and took his time to take in, for the last time, the beauty of the four-hundred and twenty-eight year-old library. He knew the history by heart, just like every other major structure in the Vatican City. Pope Sixtus commissioned Italian artist Domenico Fontena to design the magnificent Vatican library, and it was completed between 1587 and 1590. The ceiling as other ceilings in the Vatican such as those in the Sistine chapel were designed by Michelangelo Bounarotti and featured lurid details of scenes from the Old Testament. In previous years, different Popes had them renovated, equipping them with modern hi-tech security equipment. The original manuscripts and papyri were encased in indestructible glass vials, accessible only with the correct access codes and key cards. The overall humidity of the building was being monitored and moderated by a machine to prevent further wear and tear of the old scripts. Security cameras graced every nook and cranny of the library and provided live feeds to the central command center. "We've got barely a minute. Begin to pack up!" Pique announced from the oak table he had been reclining on. The bomb squad were yet to detonate the bomb. Pique had lost all hope and had little faith that the reinforced non-Newtonian polymer urethane glass would minimize the damage. He adjusted the visor of the blast helmet and made to leave. "A fuse to go!" One of the young men dealing with the bomb announced as he took a defusing device and set to work. The bomb was attached underneath the marble and it didn't make the job any easier. "How long would it take?" Pique asked. He was beginning to worry. Swiss Guards were already leaving the archive, carting away as much volume of the vialed scripts as they could, but even at that, half of the shelves had not been cleared of their contents. "Thirty seconds to go!" Pique announced "You better leave that alone! I'm leaving!" He said, running for the exit. He secured himself behind a temporal plexus-glass barricade. Pique was worried, as well as the other agents, but the CTAN bomb experts were so defiant. His only consolation was that they looked as if they knew their job pretty well. "They'll end up as pieces of roasted barbeque", a Swiss Guard standing beside Pique said. Pique shot him a look that made him wish he could swallow his words. 3 SECONDS The four bomb experts were yet to come out. They were a total of five initially but one of them had given up on it. Pique grabbed ear muffs from a CTAN agent passing it around and wore it over his ears. Five seconds later, nothing happened and the seconds rolled into minutes. He wondered whether the ear muffs reduced the noise to nothing. Ten minutes later, the four of them rounded the bomb shield and pulled off their head gear. "We made it, guys!" In spite of themselves, a round of applause erupted. "You guys would sure receive a medal for this", the bomb squad leader, a heavy set black man said giving each of them a bear hug. They all heaved a sigh of relief. Pique personally was impressed; he shook hands with them. "Let's hurry up, five hours before this whole place goes up in flames. I've arranged a plane to cart us away if things get too bad", Pique added.[/b]

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Wow! I'm glad the bomb was defused, the CTAN experts sure do know their job

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[b]CHAPTER 28 8 . 21 P.M. A large rodent peeked its head through the metal bars of the cell before finally hopping in. Emily looked at the black rat with indignation. She pulled off her shoes and struck the rat with the heels, blood splattered over the floor of the dirty and murky cell. The place had numerous cells and prisoners, even across from her, a haggard lady was scraping off the mortar around hinges of the metal bar. She looked familiar but Emily couldn't really place where she knew her from. She had to work out something. She examined the plaster on the inside of her cell. It was so thick, almost made with concrete and there was no single crack on it. Distantly, she could hear the distant sounds of other inmates, it was eerie. There were being tortured. "Damn Adams!" She muttered, "so much for accepting to help out". She had been on a rescue mission and here she was sitting in a dark and uncomfortable cell, doing nothing. She looked at her gold quartz wrist watch, time was no longer on her side. She jerked up as she saw a soldier pass by. This was her only chance. She moved to the cell metal bar and signaled him. "A glass of water, please!" She implored. He shot her an angry look and walked away. A couple of minutes later, he arrived with a ceramic cup. He tried to fit it through the metal bars but he couldn't. He cursed and searched for the cell's key in a huge bunch on his belt. He unlocked it and handed the cup over to her. A shocked expression crossed his face. Before he could recover, she picked up her stiletto heeled shoe and banged the heel on his head. He slumped to the floor, a surprised look still on his face as he fell unconscious. She ransacked him and pulled out a shot gun. Thankfully, it had a silencer. A co-warder had heard the commotion and was walking stealthily to the open cell; the world turned upside down as his face was smashed with the butt of a gun. He received another bang on his head and immediately lost consciousness. Emily dragged his body to where his colleague's body was, in a corner at the far end of the cell. The second warder seemed to be about her size and she changed over to his fatigues and took the heavy bunch of keys, from the floor where it had fallen. They sure made a big mistake by not hand-cuffing her; probably they thought she was harmless. That's where they got it totally wrong. As she stepped out of the pungent cell, she walked a few meters before arriving at an adjoining cell. She saw the man who had stood in for the Pope, bent over his knees. She was surprised how they discovered that it was all a ruse; someone, maybe an insider must have given them away. Who would have ever thought that in her whole life, Emily would ever encounter the Malibu? Not even in her wildest nightmares. The activities of the Malibu had been nefarious in recent years, from winning assassination contracts, high profile kidnaps, plane hijacks, and drug dealings to bombing public places and at one time or the other, aiding ambitious politicians get what they wanted without asking any questions. No one knew their location, nor their leader for that matter. They had been a thorn in the flesh of various security agencies, and they seemed to have graduated to an international terrorist organization. If they pulled off this show with the Vatican, the Malibu would be the most feared mafia in history, think of taking down a whole country. She always had a lucky star, and hopefully, it would shine today. She might get out of this in one piece after all. She checked his cell number: 21 And she began searching for it through the bunch of keys, glancing behind to ensure that she was alone. The noise of the rattling keys woke the Italian prisoner up. He stood up and walked to the metal barred door of the cell. Emily threw the door open and man just couldn't help hugging her. "It's alright Signore, we need to make an escape. Can you handle this?" She asked shoving a gun to him. "Of course yes! I was once a Swiss Guard", he replied. Emily was surprised at his near-perfect English. "Here is the plan. You change over to that uniform in the other cell. I attacked those two warders over there, strip the other one off and changed over. Then you go over to the west side of the compound's cage fence. I found out there's little security there. You can tackle the guards from a hideout. The gun's got a silencer". "I can see that". A female voice said from behind. Emily and Porteliuz looked back instantly. She recognized her, it was the woman from the cell opposite hers. "Becky Kelvin, nice to meet you", she said proffering her hand for a handshake. Emily studied her; her untidy hair was roughly packed and tied up with a rubber band, her face was filled with scars and she appeared dirty, but she spoke and walked so gracefully that Emily couldn't help admiring her. She wondered if she could trust her. "Emily Bradley", she said, shaking hands with her. "I've been here for a very long time, and have seen most of the place. I can help out, if you'll let me in" Emily looked at Porteluiz. The old man shrugged. "As you wish", he said. "You both should take the outside, Porteluiz knows how to get the CTAN", she said. "I get it", Becky said.[/b]

What about your man and the President's daughter?

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[b] CHAPTER 29 9. 32 P.M. I.C.U. HEALTH-CARE CENTRE CTAN, ABUJA "Connect the supply hose to another oxygen cylinder", the head surgeon instructed one of the female attendants. President Kenneth Kelvin had fallen into a coma due to complications arising from the loss of so much blood from the double bullet wounds he had sustained, high blood pressure and probably, psychological depression. He just escaped an attempted assassination and kidnap a few hours ago. The two sniper bullets pulled out of his body had been taken to the investigation department of the CTAN for identification and possible tracking. The first bullet grazed an artery, just below the cranium, while the second was buried deep in his left shoulder. Obviously, it was meant for his chest. The head surgeon and his team were struggling relentlessly to minimize the flow of blood from the artery but all hope seems to have been lost because he had already lost a lot of blood in the process of removing the bullet. "Too bad, I doubt if he could survive this", he muttered in desperation. "There must be a way; he can't possibly die this way, not in my hands. The president cannot die in my hands, it would be very detrimental to my career. There must have to be a way". "Any problem, doc?" "Don't worry about me, I'm alright. Get me the blood bag with the Z+tag". He got back to work, the large overhead lamp focusing its light intently on the near lifeless body of the President on the metal surgical table. [/b]

[b] CHAPTER 30 10 . 21 P.M. Derek Oscar swerved the car as he weaved through the traffic. Imogen just kept praying the cops wouldn't give them a speed ticket. They had successively got to the parking lot and Derek had easily located his Hyundai Santa Fe SUV. With the help of the earpiece, they were able to hear every single action that was taken by the assassins to capture them. He wasted no time as they got into the car and sped off. They were heading to the Nigerian Embassy. According to the GPS map in his car, it was just a few meters away from the college. "Has she picked up?" He asked, increasing the intensity of the air conditioner. "No, this is the fifteenth time", Imogen said looking up from the handset. "God. I just pray nothing happens to her!" He prayed silently. "How about your arm? Does it still hurt?" He asked, slowing down as they got to a police checkpoint. "Not so much, but it's still a bit painful", she said pulling up her sleeves to get a look at it. "Just hang on, we'll get to the Embassy soon, and you would sure receive the best treatment. We would be there in a few minutes", he said and rounded a bend. The Embassy was just a few meters away. "Hope you've got your I.D.?"He asked "Of course, yes", she said rummaging in her purse. The policeman waved them off. "I can finally breathe", he said exhaling and reducing the pressure on the pedal. "Derek!" "What?" "I think we are being followed". "Jesus!" He shouted spotting the two black pathfinder SUV from the side mirror. [/b]

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[b] CHAPTER 31 11. 05 P.M. ABUJA MUNICIPAL, NIGERIA The Pope struggled to keep the Range Rover in track as he plied the busy roads of the Metropolitan city with shaky hands. He had just been directed by a street hawker to Asokoro, where he would eventually find his way to the CTAN headquarters. Thankfully, the SUV he had been given by the considerate aviation authorities had dark windshields and he was at least safe from the prying eyes of the public. The blazing gold street lights in the Federal Capital did little to camouflage him. Eve as late as it was, surprisingly, the Federal Capital Territory was still alive with business activities; three-star and five-star rated restaurants and bars were still fully operational. Various night clubs boosted the atmosphere with live bands and blaring music. Roadside traders continued business unabated. Grazie, Signore mio (Thank you my lord!) He muttered for the umpteenth time. Today's event had obviously shaken up his nerves. He just prayed for that young and vibrant reporter. He shouldn't have allowed her to be involved. He had every reason to thank his stars; his paranoid nature had just saved his life today. The APSA President had recently been making suspicious movements and he had almost foreseen what would happen, though he never suspected it would get to this extent. His mind had been on poisoning or, worse still, assassination. The mp3 recorder was on the dashboard, including the phone belonging to the traitor, evidence of his involvement in the Vatican crisis. The Vatican City had been betrayed by a lot of laymen, this is the most grievous of all. Lord Acton once in 1887 wrote a letter to Bishop Madell Creighton and in that letter contained a simple yet powerful Latin phrase dating 1887, "Potestas corrumpere solet et potestas absoluta corrumpit absolute" . He had once read it up but today's events just about threw more light and really proved it. He couldn't help crying for the church. He couldn't help imagining the church left under his care crumbling to nothing and here he was, unable to do a thing. He was beginning to feel so selfish. Forgive me, Lord . He made the sign of the cross. He exhaled deeply as the CTAN building came into view. [/b] ------------------------------------------------------------ Hi guys... I'm sorry for the slow update. I'm really in a very tight corner. I've missed so much lectures and I have to cover up, so school works is taking it's toll on me but let's watch as it goes. Let's make this a bit lively; "Potestas corrumpere solet et potestas absoluta corrumpit absolute". Do you know a bit of international language or know a bit of Latin, translate the above adage... It's a famous one at that ooo... There's a prize for that ooo but it's withheld.. @Johnysky @coolval222-2. Come too and try your luck. A near guess carries a prize for it too...

Translation [b][color =red]"power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolute"[/color][/b] waiting for my prize @flames

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CHAPTER 32 11. 32 P.M. The guard writhed in pain and slumped. Two down, remaining one, she thought as she circled the corridor and peeped from behind her position. The building had a lot of maze-like corridors making it possible for someone to attack from behind, if one was not careful, but the overall she wore gave her an edge and an added advantage. Two more corridors and she would be right in front of the control room. She had so much cherished her ability to retrace her steps no matter where it was or how confusing. It had helped her during her days as an agent and now as an investigative reporter. She crossed over to the next hallway and tiptoed down it. She peeped left to the other corridor and even in the slightly dim light of the hallway. She could make out the last guard holding a rifle and walking up and down the front of what she supposed was the boss' office or a control room of some sort. He was walking sheepishly like someone who was asleep. Obviously, she couldn't get a clear shot from her location and she equally wouldn't like the bullet ricocheting off the wall and alerting him. She looked at her watch. It was twenty minutes to go and she needed to think fast. She stuck her hand in the army boot she was putting on and un sheathed the jack knife. She stuck it in her pocket and straightening the uniform. She began walking down the hallway. "Hey! Came for replacement!" She said from behind him. "Let me see!" He said pulling out a schedule sheet from his pocket. "Today is the 12th, I don't thi..." he felt a sharp pain as the knife pierced his stomach. She let him down slowly. She dipped her hand in his pocket and luckily he had the key. With tensed up hands, she unlocked the door noiselessly and pushed it open. She took a brief moment to take in the environment. She was surprised to see the man who was obviously the boss on a wheelchair, behind his laptop. "Who's that?" He barked, looking up from the computer and squinting to adjust his eyes. Emily immediately located the light switch and turned it off. The room was thrown into darkness, save for a few overhead flat-screen monitors. The heavy-set man lunged under the glass table and tried to reach for the gun he left on a side stool. 'He should have been more careful', he thought. Two shots shattered the glass table and splinters scattered all over him, pain exploded all over his body and he quickly withdrew his hands. He crept from under the weight of the shattered glass and was crawling stealthily to where he saw the dark outline of the woman, just beside a file cabinet. 'God, I thought he was a cripple!' Emily thought. She was still reloading the gun when the heavily built man grabbed her middle and brought her down. The guy must be a weight lifter; she was almost helpless. Just then, she got the chance she had been waiting for, she landed a kick in his groin. He groaned in pain but he still tackled her, and punched her twice. Emily struck blindly at the advancing shadow and luckily got him squarely in the chest, it slowed him down and she patted the floor in search of the gun but he was faster. He twisted her arms but she used it as an advantage to land him an upper cut. The gun had fallen again and she had no time to search for it. She reached for her belt and retrieved the bloodied knife. She struck blindly and caught him on the shoulder. He winced in pain and lunged at her. The pain all over his body was maddening, but he'd been in much more worse conditions. They landed on the floor and he gained the upper hand. He squeezed the blade from her hand and raised it high above his head to strike. Just then, the light of the room came on and for an instant, he was blinded. That second was costly. He screamed madly as a bullet exploded through him. He stared back wide-eyed. Even in death, the Mafia boss still seemed defiant. A foolish smile crept over his face, spittle and blood drooling over the side of his mouth. He looked like hell. "It's not over yet. The Malibu has never failed. Worse is co..." He dropped dead on top of Emily. To be continued

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CHAPTER 32 contd Emily was completely exhausted and she pulled herself out from the weight of the dead man with great effort. She squinted her eyes to see Agent Adams, Porteliuz and a couple of CTAN agents at the doorway. Adams was bolstering the gun and walking briskly to the control unit. Porteliuz rushed to her. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, just dizzy but you heard the psychopath. We've got a worse situation right now", she said, dusting herself and walking to where the laptop was buried amidst the debris. "What a havoc you must have caused here, Emily! I never doubted your capabilities, not for once", Elroy said, checking the laptop. "Thank you so much, Emily. You really stood in for me. A second late, you would have been dead, for me. I'm well aware that I can never pay back. Once again, thank you". He extended his hands for a handshake. She ignored the proffered hand and hugged him,"That's for saving my life". "Oh, it's nothing", Adams said, he was beginning to feel awkward with the CTAN agents there. "Please, could you guys just quit the 'happily ever after' stuff for the time being. We've got a worse situation here", Elroy shouted from across the room and some agents giggled. "I just want to thank for saving my life" "Oh gosh. Elroy, can you just stop being a pain in the ass? We're right in a crime scene!" "Oh, I was just about just to say that..." "Where's Becky?" Emily asked "You mean the first lady?" Elroy asked. "You mean the first lady?" Elroy asked. "Oh my God. I Should have known. She really a strong-willed woman", Emily said. "She's been headed to the hospital with other inmates. We've got dozen of them in that hell hole", an agent offered. "Bring the guy in!" Adams shouted. The huge oak door opened and an agent dragged in one of the mafia men. "What's your name?" He asked. "Marvin", he said, staring angrily at him and then at Elroy. Betrayal and disappointment written all over his face. Elroy seemed to care less. "Well well, Marvin. You seem pretty much in-charge here", he scoffed. "Anyway, I need the deactivation password, now. As you can see", he said turning the laptop to face him. "We've got barely three minutes". "Go to hell", he said through bloodied lips.

"You know what, young man? In case you haven't noticed, I've got no time for that stupid brotherhood stuff. And as you can see, your so-called boss is already down. You stand to loose everything. Just speak up, we may consider minimizing the charges", Adams said, folding his arms and fixing his gaze on the man. "Kill me if you will. But as second in command, as long as I breathe, I would never ever let him down". "That was really dramatic, Marvin", Elroy said. Marvin stared angrily at him; he could kill him at the slightest chance. Adams motioned to an agent and he brought him a 30ml syringe. "This would help", he said and emptied the contents in his arm. Marvin screamed in excruciating pain. "What is the password for deactivating the bomb? It's a 12 digit code". "7-9-1-5-2-2-1-1-4..." He broke off and slumped. An agent had already copied it down. "So much for overdose. How many?" Adams asked. "Nine sir", the agent said, waving the piece of paper. "This is getting more complicated. Elroy, come and test your hacking skills on this system, I'll try to figure out the rest of it. We've got only two minutes", he said handing Elroy the laptop and taking the piece of paper from the agent. He laid it out on a mahogany table. Emily came over. "I don't see a sequence in the numbers and it's obviously not a transposition code. I think the numbers represent something else", Adams speculated, looking up from the paper and then at his watch. "Then it has to be a substitution code. Let's focus on that". She thought harder. Codes were not her specialty. Though she studied cryptography just as a part-time course in criminology. Adams' phone rang. "Hello. Don't worry, I'll instruct them to take you to one of the safe houses. I'll be back very soon", he said calmly, his gaze still fixed on the piece of paper. "Don't worry Holy Father, I have the situation under control. Don't bother yourself at all", he said and dropped the phone on the table. "Who was that?" She asked. "The Pope, he's just arrived at the CTAN". "Thank God", she heaved a sigh of relief. "But he is damn hysterical about the Vatican going up in flames, and he said he had something important to say to me, but I told him it could wait, he's really worried". It struck something in her mind. "Porteliuz, remind me the name of that other guy that was with us in Rome". "You mean the Charmenlengo?" He asked from where they clustered around the laptop. "No, not him. He's the President of the monetary administration or something. I think it started with a 'G'. 'Gio' something". "Okay, you mean Giovanni Lorenzo", Porteliuz offered. "Yes. I think 'Giovanni' is the password", she said, searching his face for confirmation. "What does he have to do with this?" He asked frowning. Emily searched for her phone around the living room. It had been confiscated when she was brought in. She soon found it on the mantel piece. "I've got a voicemail" she announced and played it. The stiff voice of the Pope came on. 'My daughter, Lorenzo is the mastermind of our plight. Be wary of him' Agent Adams looked down on the piece of paper, the whole thing falling into place. 30 SECONDS LEFT The code was such that each of the letters in the name 'GIOVANNI' was substituted with their corresponding number in the twenty-six alphabets to create the password. He quickly solved it with a pencil and rushed to the laptop. 15 SECONDS LEFT Agent Elroy's hands flew over the keyboard as Adams dictated the numbers. 7-9-1-5-2-2-1-1-4-4-1-4-9 "Are you guys really sure? It's a one-trial passcode", Elroy warned, his finger hanging over the Enter key. 3 SECONDS LEFT "Let's give it a shot", Emily said, "we've got no other option after all" Elroy struck the Enter button before it was too late. It seemed like an eternity as the computer processed it. Everyone in that room was tensed up as the computer did its work. It was their last chance at saving thousands of life. DEACTIVATION SEQUENCE INITIATED CONFIRM DEACTIVATION y/m Elroy pressed the 'Y' button without wasting a second. A window appeared showing a loading process and it got to a hundred percent, another window popped up. DEACTIVATION PROCESS SUCCESSFUL Someone shouted, and the living room turned into a frenzied impromptu party house. They grabbed champagne bottles from the bars and a French door refrigerator that stood at one corner of the room. Lychee Martini cocktail and Fruity Sangrias cocktails bottles littered all over the room as they drank into stupor. Luckily, a home theatre sound-surround system was available and Elroy manned it with expertise. Outside, the State Security Service (SSS) and some CTAN field agents with many other security agencies like the DSS, the Directorate of Military Intelligence (DMI) and the state police force were rounding off all the personnel in the huge building and carting them away in armored personnel carrier trucks.

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[b]CHAPTER 33 4. 45 A.M CTAN HEALTH CENTER, NIGERIA They all chuckled at Elroy's joke; the president laughed the most. Becky sat by the headboard cuddling him. The doctor estimated three days before his recovery. His head was full recovery. His head was bandaged round in white and equally around his left shoulder. His drip had gone down and he could now breathe without the aid of an oxygen mask. A nurse came along and took his temperature and noted it down on a notepad. "What of Imogen?" Allan asked, right now she was the only consolation he had and he would strive to the last to protect her. "She would be here any moment now," Emily obliged. "Oh, here they are". She ran to her fiancé and hugged him tightly before hugging the young girl. "What a lovely lady!!" She said, moving back to have a good look. "Thanks!" Imogen ran to her dad and kissed him. "Dad, what happened? You never told me you were hurt". "Neither did you. It's a long story. You're the bravest thing I have ever seen. Give dad another big hug", he said, raising his head slightly. "Don't flatter me, dad. All thanks to my new friend here, Derek. He's got all the credit", she said introducing him. "Here's Becky, you mum", he said introducing Becky. Her eyes brightened. "Mum?" She gasped and went into the warm embrace of her mother,"after all these years", she sobbed on her shoulders. "I love you so much, my baby". Becky said, kissing her forehead. "Hold on a second. I've heard so much about this Derek", the President said raising up his head to get a better look at the young man. Derek beamed and walked closer to the bed-ridden President. "Thank you so much, for everything. For saving my daughter's life. You did your country a good service. You would all be rewarded adequately. God bless you my son". "Amen. God bless you too". The metal door of the executive ward opened and a female lab attendant walked in holding outa sheet. "Adams, the DNA result came out negative". That's exactly what I was expecting. So Lorenzo had been wrong all along", Elroy chipped in. "That's pretty good news for the Pope, I'll send him the test results. He wasn't a father after all. Then who was it?" He asked. "We ran a search on the database. Suffix it to say, the Pope has an identical twin, one Georgia Paula". "Did you locate him?" "No, he said in a train accident twelve years ago in Italy". "And that was about the same time he abandoned his family. This is becoming interesting", Adams said. "Wait, I seem to be the only one lost here. What's this fuss about Giovanni? How is he involved in this, thought he was the Pope's closest friend". "We've been looking at the wrong place all along. He masterminded all these; the kidnaps, bombings, hijacks; everything that happened. I heard he changed his name". "Of course, he was called Gen. Boska or something when we got there". "Arnold was so ambitious and you know, obnoxious as a boy. Well, I don't blame him. It's over now. Thank God, not much damage was done". "That must be too hard on you", Emily said. "All the same, I'm glad no one was hurt". "Of course, only a few shattered nerves", Adams said. "People like? I hope you don't mean Derek", Imogen said protectively. "Oh, never mind. He knows himself and he looks pretty much shaky even now". He patted Elroy. "Take it easy bro, ni one's gonna bust you". Everyone burst into laughter. "That's the best pass he's got!" Elroy shouted above the noise, but nobody listened.[/b]

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CHAPTER 34 GADGET SENSE TECH. EXPO CENTRE, MAITAMA There was a resounding ovation after the Samsung exhibitor completed his exhibition of the latest version of the Optimized Light Emitting Diode (OLED) TV. It marked the end of the exhilarating EXPO. "That was great!" Emily said, leaning on Derek's shoulder as they walked to the escalator. "Same here. There's been rumour in the media that the President has an award ceremony underway for us," she said. What sort of award?" he asked surprised. "You should have seen it in the papers with our photos splashed all over. There's chance that it would be the OON or OFR awards," she said. The chat notification tone of her phone beeped and she opened the message. "Good news, Derek". "What's that?" he asked absentmindedly. "My mum just scaled through the operation!" "Wow. That's cool. Really calls for celebration" A kid standing in the escalator looked up at them both and called his mother's attention. "Mom, we've seen these guys on the TV with the President," the boy whispered and pulled out a scratch pad, thrusting it at Emily. ”Autograph, please!" he implored. She signed and Derek did the same. "Thanks a lot, dear!" his mother said beaming. "It finally came to this, Emily," Derek muttered. "Last thing I wanted was publicity. You should learn to live with it, after all you granted our first interview," she said, glancing around. "Lest I forget, the Vatican called this morning. We have a papal private audience appointment for next weekend," she said. Derek pulled out his phone. "That's a total crash." "What? How?" "The Finance Minister invited us over for dinner, same day," he said in a low tone. "I'm really tired of all these!" she said, wiping her forehead. As the glass door of the elevator slid open, they were surprised. A group of reporters, armed with mic, notepads and mp3 recorders were coming towards them from the walkway. Most of those standing with them in the elevator were equally requesting for autographs. A young man clad in a black tuxedo suit walked up to them in the midst of the mayhem. "Excuse me, sir and madam. I'm an official chauffeur," he said in fluent English, flashing his I.D. "I'm on an official order to take you to the Presidential villa." Emily looked at Derek. Most of the reporters were half running. She looked at herself. She was on a flapper embellished evening dress with Fords designer logo and a McKlein leather platform heels. Not the best attire for an official meeting with the President. "Can't we just go home, you know, have a change?" she asked, a worried look on her face. "No, not at all, ma. You have nothing to worry about," the chauffeur replied. The reporters were already throwing questions at them. 'You've been on the media rece...' "No comment!" she said repeatedly. "Can you please give us a quick..." "No comment." "The convoy is waiting, sir," the chauffeur said and helped them get away. He led them to the train of convoy waiting outside the exhibition center. A guard clad in black suit opened the back door of the white Rolls Royce Phantom. "Take it easy, lest you fall off those shoes!" Derek said, helping her into the exotic 'wonder on wheels'. He finally got in and the guard closed the door. The convoy sped off amidst wails of siren.

End Notes In a society infested with crime and numerous societal evils, it becomes a conditio sine qua non that we must not fail to realize the dangers of overlooking the question of what would become of man if we continue like this. Countries have been torn down, ridden by violence. The brutality of human nature had even led to wars between related countries. All these are all as a result of conflicts conflicts which come as a result of misunderstanding. Misunderstanding which arises as a result of variation in the mindset and philosophy of life, and all these converge on irrationality. The big question then becomes: "Is it possible for man to psychologically reason ones directionally?" Practically, it is impossible and that's where the rule of law comes in. Just as criminal methods are now becoming more sophisticated and advanced than in previous years, so are the conter-security measures equally growing and becoming more advanced at almost the same pace. A lot of psychologists and experts in the field of psychopathology have questioned the reason people commit crime, but have been unable to arrive at a reasonable and satisfying conclusion. SILVER BULLET is an edifying, informative and motivating fiction that explore all these reasons/areas and portrays the picture of a society where some people track them down and bring them to face the law. It equally explores how the lust for power can make people go to the extreme in order to achieve their goal. Garnished with notable facts, figures, places and events, it goes a long way towards exploring the dangers of terrorism and its injurious effects on the development of countries. No wonder a Latin adages says, Amo habendi habendo crescit ... THE END

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