RIGHT ON TIME

chapter 9

OLD ABA ROAD, PORT HARCOURT, RIVERS STATE. 

Savior. 

He hated that name. Why in the goddamn world did whoever bequeathed this name to him give him such a crass name? 

Tiger. 

Now, that sounded more like who he really was. The kind of high he gets whenever he hears people—even the media and his antagonists—cower as they call his name was something he wouldn't trade for anything.

Tiger was a killer. A ruthless one for that matter. He didn't care one bit about how anyone felt. 

When it came to the bad guys, he chose to be extremely brutal because they deserved nothing less. He strongly believed that it was the only way to destroy them by paying them back in their own coin. 

Presently, notwithstanding the fact that he was rather young, he was the second most influential personnel in the country's top crime syndicate. 

He was also in the police's most wanted list, but it never bothered him for once. The fact that they could never catch him no matter how hard they might try made it all the more fun for him.

He knew he was like a ghost. No, strike that. He was more like a breeze and that was why they could never apprehend him. 

You can feel the breeze on your skin but you can't touch it. So was Tiger. 

Savior was in the country, smoothly and perfectly carrying out his operations, and the Nigerian police knew it, but just like the breeze, he could never be caught unless he willingly turned himself in. He had no intention of doing that anytime soon. 

After all, he wasn't the real enemy here. Just like the police, he too was hunting down the actual enemies. Too bad the police disagreed with him. 

Really, it didn't matter to Savior if the Nigerian police and majority of the society agreed with him or not. He wasn't asking for their opinion. 

It didn't matter how the enemy was being destroyed. He was doing his job well in bringing down the enemies and that was all that mattered to him. And he'd continue to do it faithfully to the end. 

‘An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ was his motto.

This was obviously what the law and constitution did not totally understand.  Sadly, that was why good, harmless and innocent people were the ones dying and bad people kept increasing as they continued darting about the face of God's green earth, causing chaos in the society. 

But this was why Savior was born. To let justice prevail. He often chanted the mantra to himself.

He was born to correct all those mistakes, by sending the bad guys into extinction and preventing the good folks from dying a gruesome death in their hands. 

This was his destiny. It was just unfortunate that he didn't realize it earlier than he did. It took the death of his father in the hands of those monsters to draw his attention to that realization. His delay in taking action against those scumbags was something he would forever regret. Perhaps if he had known earlier, he could have prevented the death of his father. 

A lot of people didn't have any sense of living, but this was his own purpose. It was why he was still alive, currently at the right place at the right time, tracking this woman driving slowly in front of his car from the Oil Mill market. 

Don't worry, madam. I ain't gonna ever hurt you.

He only wanted to trail behind the woman to her location so that he and his gang could plan how to carry out their next operation in two weeks' time.