THE UNDERCOVER 2

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(THE SECOND NARRATOR)

His hand gently stole through her abdomen,down her groin—moistened,he could feel her flap calling ,her soft moan heightened his spirit.She held his shoulder and pressed him down until his face got to his abdomen. He stared at her, smiled—her eyes has gone ecstatic and alluring,of course he understood her. He shoved his hands through her panties—through the openings of her laps,he felt it more wet and that caused her to tremble in delight.

"Get the goddamn piece of shit outta my butts,son of Adam" She mumbled and held her hair.

He smiled, quickly pulled off her panties and threw it off., looking at her mug,he giggled,rubbed his nose and pushed his face into her groin.

"Awwwwn,oooin !" She moaned softly,shut her eyes and threw her hands on his shoulder.

A buzz from the ten meter away…right from the reading table startled him, unconsciously he sprang, rubbed his nose and wan.

"Smell…" He stared at her, apparently waiting for her reaction.

"Nice always"She replied and giggled "Can't you leave the call for now?"

"I am expecting a call, important call honey" He replied and hurried to the phone.

Staring at the phone for seconds,he stole a quick glance at Ann, invariably not conducive with his companion.

"Is there any problem Femi,you look worried?" She asked moving closer to him while he took few steps close.

"Yes,I am fine"

"Then pick up the call"

It seems more like an order filled with suspense,he looked at her in desperation; filled with awe and weakened intuition.He dialed the receive button.

"All clear?" The caller uttered from the other side.

"No ma'am"

The call went off ,he stared at Ann and then walked back to the table.

"Can you explain to me such suspicious call. Who is the lady you're into now? She queried, getting levid and unrelenting.

"Honey…"

"Hold it with your unnecessary endearment!"

Shocked and aback,his eyes widened in despair. He got more dumbfounded as he watched her Walk restless through the room.

"You have nothing to say Femi?"

"I was shunned you forgot? When did you start suspecting me of flirting around with another woman ?"

"Do I have to ? Is it official now to sit and watch over an adult who could not tame his desire?" She blurted and sat down at the edge of the bed.

"You're becoming hard to understand ?" He mumbled and Walked towards the bathroom.

"Son of a bitch,you fucker,who is that referring to?" She sprung and went after him.

"Your language honey" He said and turned to watch her approach with vehemence.

"You are nothing but" She paused,shoved her arms round his waist and moistened his lips with a kiss,then stared at him " You're nothing but a romantic journalist" She whispered and rubbed his chest and gently down his groin.

"Damnit" He mumbled.

"Your language man" She teased.

"That wasn't awful" He giggled.

"But who's that woman flirting you out at this point and you had to code your response?"

"Was I ?" He querried staring at her suspiciously.

"No paradise for you if you refuse to divulge" She said, turning her back on him.

"There's a a gang of smugglers making a wave through the nation's airport tonight and information from a blower has it that the upper class has a hand on it" He hesitantly replied.

"And what have you to do with the case?" She turned and gaze steadily at him,with her hands at akimbo.

"PIJ"

"Pardon?" She said, confused and throwing her head sideways.

"Private investigative journalist"

"A new trend of journalism? " She sluggished towards the bed " where was I that I didn't knew about such new job offer in journalism?"

"This is a secret job Ann, I would caution you to be careful not to divulge it to the public" He pleaded throwing his palm on top another.

"Bribe me" she said smiling mischievously.

"With?"

"A hard ride"

He laughed and stroked his beard in delight.

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 ( THE SECOND NARRATOR)

The heightened noise echoes a distance away from the Hall,a foot away stood at akimbo an immigration officer staring at a kid playing round with a bubble gun. He took a quick smile showing a little gap between his white teeth. Startled,he quickly looked behind him to see who tapped his shoulder.

Marvelled,he threw his arm towards him.

"Femi!"

"Sanchez ! Longest time " Femi smiled, ignoring his handshake and embraced him.

"How have you been?" Sanchez asked, glancing through him.

"Better than the university days" he said and Chuckled.

"I can see it,you must have a fine woman after you" he laughed hysterically,then held his hand and stared around suspiciously " what brought you here,are you traveling out again?"

"No,on a cover. Though I shouldn't have divulged,thank God you are here. I will need your help" Femi whispered.

He turned abruptly as he felt his heart raced with his breath. Sanchez has promised his cover up and subtle backup but traces of doubt doubled as he butt close to the exit. He quickly took a survey,a heave and tucked his left hand inside his pants pocket, brought out his cell phone and dialed Ann's phone number. She got her quick response, but confused. He looked round the half filled hall,but there's no traces of her.

He thought he heard Jane's voice having same background noise with his. Rubbing his nose,he chuckled at the sight of a toddler laughing at her mum's plays.

"Where are you my woman?" He enquired, though suspiciously.

"Office. Why asking? Jane queried.

"Nothing. Thought you would be rescheduling the show" He said , throwing his legs and consciously keeping attention with his environment.

"I will get back to you" He said in a haste, tucked the phone into his breasts pocket and dashed into the crowd.

A bit far from him, walking towards the entrance was a dark young man, dressed in native Hausa cap and native design agbada. His hand held a bag tightly close as he focused his gaze towards the door. It appears to Femi that he must be on cover, however he may,he recognized his face immediately he caught his eyes on him.

Slowly he was able to draw closer to him. He squeezed through the mammoth crowd, stretched his hand to hold his shoulder—maybe he needs to ask him a few questions,his investigation might start with a little pleasantly and unnecessary inquiry…if that would do much good.

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 . ( THE NARRATOR)

I found my way and hastily turned left after the green traffic light. Damn ! Lagos is really a sort of hell. I have never planned on making Lagos a residence,that wouldn't be a recommendation for a list,a little bird wouldn't have a whisper to make but I assume I will raise a family outside this city. You might probably wish to misunderstood,but is clear like Crystal that an average Police man can't afford a better side of Lagos, especially if your taste wallows the likes of Banana island,Lekki, Victoria island and the tower cities with better estates. Hell no, I would rather manage my resources within my coat cut.

I got to the airport feeling a pang in my belly,I had a thought, maybe I would chose a burger to hang on till I got my target.

The mammoth crowd on the departure hall got my full attention. I wouldn't have believed it,not entirely on this planet if I hadn't seen it myself— what are these young generations leaving to? . Yes,it is obvious the economy, social, security and political atmosphere of the country has mesmerized and in shambles,but I doubt if leaving it in ruin would be better. I would have teamed a campaign to better the shattered state of the country than to leave. But still, I wouldn't blame our youths,who wish to join the Police force any longer,or pray to sit at the table with politicians? We're all labeled enemies of Goodwill. We fight against what we're fighting for.

I graciously sat down far from the exit door , whilst taking a bite of my breakfast. I saw him leaped up and struggled through the crowd. My instinct worked me up,I hastened towards him before he could lay his hands on his shoulder.

"Hey young man!" I roared at him.

He turned smiling, while the young man he held his shoulder stood staring at us,It was obvious he looked weak and tired. In a short flash,I guess, I must have missed the connection and slowly it appeared—the young man must be the smuggler.

"Hey , please can you follow me?" I beckoned the young man,and shove my identity to him.

"Police?" The unceasingly smiling man asked.

We walked a bit off the crowd,then towards the immigration check point. The first man pulled me aside looking worried and totally benched.

"Are you investigating him?" He queried.

" May I know you and your relationship with the lad first?" I hesitatly asked.

"My bad pardon,I am a journalist" he said and showed his identity card." I am working under an instruction and this is my target…the young man".

I wasn't surprised,we have had a lot of secret mission blewed severally by different individuals with same knowledge and a times same person to different investigative department for long.

"On what ground?" I asked.

"Laundering" He replied and stared around.

I mushed a smile. I know I haven't revealed my purpose of drawing the young lad out to the so journalist, since it has come to our knowledge we share same target,I have to play along.

"Do your job" I said and walked away.

His eyes glared in his gracious youthful countenance, curly hairs pop out beside his Hausa cap,his pointed nostril gracing more his fair complexion. He stared at me calmly from his seating,quite like a bemused fellow. I stood for seconds racking my mind, beside stood the journalist…Femi waiting for my first commitment.

"Can I see your bag please?" I beckoned calmly.

"Under which condition?" The lad asked.

I guess he planned his defense. His countenance gradually was shunning with disapproval and lividity. I stared at Femi,he was detectably lost.

"I suspect you of a viable crackdown of law. Would you mind having a soul to soul talk or should I invite the immigration officers?" I blurted and tapped the tip of my booth on the marble.

"Is this your manner of investigation?" Femi whispered softly to my ear.

I stole a glance at his lost face,he looked more intelligent than I thought, handsome and built. But I assume he thinks everything must has a journalist protocol.

Before us,the lad kept staring at our dramatic eaves. I guess he must have assumed how stupid we are. I pulled a case from his grip,stared at him maliciously.

"This is illegal " He blurted and sprung up.

"I already sabotage my mission young man. Keep off or .." I cut up and opened the case.

I saw how perplexed and transfixed Femi got. Looking so paled,he shoved his hand through the papers and brought out a picture.

"How did you get this picture, young man?" Femi asked him, looking defeated and out of his flesh.

"She's working for my father" The lad said without hesitation,but a bit traumatized.

Femi looked at me,while I stared ardently trying to distinguish him from a mammoth. He shoved the picture in my palm and took a few galavant.

"That's my fiance officer. How's this possible?" Femi asked and paced towards the lad.

"I don't know.i only knew she worked for my Dad" The lad defended.

"And what was his job?" I asked, afraid that my guess wouldn't be true.

"I need a lawyer" The lad said,went back to his seat and took a heave.

"She's my fiance boy. Talk to me, what's she doing for your dad?" Femi pestered and sat close to him.

The lad must have been moved quickly by his sudden mood and agitation. He took a deep breath and mumbled unaudibly.

"I am only meant to deliver packages to her,which she has to pass through the seas". He said and took a node.

" You mean she's the one I came here to track and not you? Someone I just left at home? " Femi asked in his dilemma.

The lad was quite. I looked at Femi,he was in shock. Instantly I believe he has a lot of story to tell.

"I shouldn't be mistaken,now I know why she chose me for the job," Femi muttered and dropped his head.

THE END