Kings of the Underworld

Chapter 7

The shuttle sped along the highway, easily overtaking other smaller vehicles. 'Funny that when you don't want to arrive quickly, vehicles seem to fly,...' Victor mused silently, watching the wheat fields as Njoro quickly giving way to forestland as they approached Elburgon town. 'In a few minutes Ill be in Molo. In a few minutes my job starts,.' a part of him was exhilarated, while another part seemed to be shaking in fear.

To keep his mind busy, he opened his laptop and continued reading an e-book he had started reading the previous evening.Sherlock Holmes. He snorted and clicked on the search engine for a more entertaining read. The cases solved here were too simplistic, Victor could not deceive himself int expecting such easy success, the optimist he was.He ended up reading 'The secret Manuscript', and he enjoyed every moment of it.

Entertained by the read as he was, it was no time before he had to alight. At last, he was in Molo. He checked into a hotel a short distance from the stage, 'nice place to blend in with the crowds inn case am being followed,' he mused to himself. 'Or for someone tot blend in and follow you,..' the chicken part of his mind sneered back.

The hotel building looked clean, though it was quite aged and the floor was cracked, though so thoroughly scrubbed, it gleamed. It was a one night exclusive booking, Victor noted with satisfaction, he had the feeling he wouldn't be staying there long.

His mobile phone rung and startled him out of the thick plot, He checked the time and cursed, in spite of arriving there in the early afternoon, he had still managed to waste it all away. 'What happened to hitting the ground running??'  He chastised himself, ashamed. On the line was Meja, 'oh shit!!' demanding to know if he had done anything so far. Victor decided to lie, he couldn't start the job by getting a tongue lashing on discipline from his boss.

Phone call over, He swung his feet off the bed and slipped on his loafers. Better to do what he had lied about doing, finding the Royal Club and enrolling for  crushers course in self defence. He was not as stupid as to just go after killers with just a mere amateur skills. Switching off the laptop and taking his wallet and mobile phones only,  he went out and locked the door behind him, praying fervently that security was not lousy here.

After walking around town for a few minutes before tuning in to the bearings, he finally spotted the entrance to the club. He walked to the reception and after signing his name into the visitor's book he started the process to purchase a monthly card, taking advantage of the substantial discount offered. He then toured the premises and was quite impressed, especially after he found a class of ten being coached by two coaches. He intended to pop in any time he got the chance.

After buying a bottle of Ginger beer at the counter, he exited and headed back to his room, the suspense of a certain novel he was reading enticing him to  be a bit more hasty than earlier ass he left the room.

By the end of the first week, he had already visited quite a few nightclubs, and apart from the usual joint sellers and street gang fights, he was yet to come up with any meaningful pointer to whoever his foe was. As a result he ended up visiting the club more, at least he felt more confident about a confrontation now, for all the good it did his restless mind.

He had even come close to kidnapping one of those sneaky young men in beanies who walked around in the clubs, carrying small backpacks and secretly exchanging parcels with patrons and then fading away into the night. The scene where he got to bust into a room full of drug selling tycoons was yet to emerge, blaming that disappointment on Hollywood, he finally decided to give up and try a different approach.

Now he felt that he had something to pursue, after getting the contacts of Wambua, the police detective who was handling the case. The two had had a candid video conversation, and Victor was impressed. The young man was something else entirely, Victor had to give him that. As unwilling as he had been to take the job, he was doing good. He knew how to do his thing, and between him and Victor, they were sure to crack this terror organization.

The notebook which he wrote his daily encounters sat on his tabletop as he worked on his laptop, busy searching up useless inconsequentials. He had taken the advice of  Wambua and rented a self contained bedsitter away from the town centre. He had to ride for ten minutes to train, but he loved riding, had always done, since a young age. Riding a bicycle was much better, the strain of hard cycling refreshed him immensely. He had to remember to thank Meja for filling up his account with money, a sport bicycle was quite expensive to buy on his own.

His phone buzzing in his pockets brought him back to earth. 'Oh hey!' He breathed into the phone, suddenly missing the smile he was sure was on her face right now. 'Niambie* Lyne' he laughed nervously, feeling light headed. The conversation lasted ten minutes, Lyne was particularly fond of flirting on the phone. Victor was just about to remark that she had good cash for a university student when his phone bleeped twice.Her laughter was the last thing he had before his credit went flat and the call disconnected. 'Holy shit, callback!!' He called into the empty room, then burst into laughter himself.

He was still in a light mood when his phone rung again and he received it, to be greeted by Wambua's pissed off voice, 'you!!! What the hell were you doing for all of ten minutes?? You are under protocol!' He continued to rave on all about how god knows what, and all Victor could do was listen, wondering what had got him so pissed off.

At last he calmed down enough to explain the reason for his call, which culminated to an impromptu trip out of town the next day.'Tommorow, at 9 am. Be at Keep Left, I will pick you up there.'  His heart beating quickly, Victor lowered is phone and smiled slowly, liking the prospects of having more than just long past events to mull over.

Tomorrow could as well be the breakthrough he was hoping for in this case, the excitement made it hard to go to sleep, but he finally managed to sleep and dreamt of things both good and bad, good and bad fortune, success and failure

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Sorry for takingso long to update earlier, lots going on currently, but am hoping for better things ahead,... lets hope together huh,

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