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Wanted for murder



PROLOGUE
I looked around me and despite my circumstances, I couldn’t help but nod to myself in amusement, I agreed that maybe the Nigerian-American treaty did have its benefits after all.
It was my first time riding in one of those computerized express trains and although the circumstances cannot be classified as the best for taking your first ride in a train, I was quite enjoying myself. I am quite sure we were moving at a speed of about 500kmph.

I was being charged with the murder of my best

friend’s sister- whom I had taken in as my own sister; and well, we were on our way to the Supreme Court. There was nothing that could save me. All evidences were simply against me: The murder weapon (an Astra 600 pistol) was found on me, we had quarreled on the day she died and the worst? I was found on the murder scene. So, tell me, what do I have to say? But I swear I’m innocent and there is definitely no way I’m sitting in a jail for the rest of my life while a murderer walks free.

I looked around, my room was more or less a cell, the door was impenetrable and I couldn't escape through the window- Not that I would like to jump off the window of a train moving at 500kmph anyway. I would've picked the lock if I could but it was just impossible- the locks used on these trains would surely give the most professional ‘lock-picker’ of the century a run for his money.
The door to my holding cell opened and a female officer entered. She was detective Rachel, the most brutal of my interrogators. She worked the Nigerian chapter of the FBI, as I later learnt. (The FBI conducted all high-level crime investigations since the treaty was signed in 2018).

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I shrank back as she moved closer but she pulled my hand, she unlocked the cuffs and took me outside the room. The train was passing through Ikirun in Osun state. I was being taken from Lagos to the supreme court in Abuja.
She gave me a credit card and a PDA and touched the screen, a window appeared. “The GPS will direct you to where you should go, I’ll contact you when I can”.
I wanted to protest but she shut me up.
“I know you’re innocent but there’s no time, you have to run now”

I looked outside; I couldn’t believe she was asking me to jump off the train. I looked back at her face and she reassured me “Go!” I nodded and jumped, rolling into the forest; as soon as I was no longer under the effect of the momentum, I stopped rolling and hid behind a tree till the train passed- Another good thing about the computerized train, it is kind enough to give me time to run. Even if they had seen me, they couldn’t stop, since the whole trip had been pre-programmed. By the time the train stops, I’d be long gone.
I looked at the PDA, a blue cursor was blinking, indicating my position, another cursor, a green one was a few centimeters above it. I clicked on it and a docked window appeared: ‘Exclusive hotel, Offa, 25 kilometers from current location.’
I jogged towards the main road and stopped a taxi. “Offa, Exclusive hotel.” He waved inside the car and I got in and we zoomed off. Once in the car, I started thinking about what got me into this situation.


Wanted for murder #1

CHAPTER 1
ARRESTED
The sun was setting; I was jogging along the streets, towards Janet’s house when a bike zoomed past me. AD241ABC – that was the plate number; I had made it a custom to check the number on the plates of every ‘suspicious’ bike I see ever since I was 16 and a motorcycle rider snatched my bag with some valuables in it. The thief could have easily been identified but for lack of evidence. Somehow I felt this bike was suspicious and I know enough to trust my gut.
I heard another car behind me, I started running, I wanted to race the car. We raced for about 100 meters before the car finally overtook me. I felt a little disappointed, but gimme a break, that car was moving at 80km per hour.
Okay I know by now you’re probably wondering who/what am I? Who’s that someone who can run at 75 km/h(21m/s)-faster than a cheetah! Yea that’s me. I know by now you’re probably wondering supernatural, but no, supernaturals aren’t real. My name is Tiago and I am one of the early products of a project MEP (‘MIND ENHANCEMENT PROGRAM’) started by a group of scientists (among whom was my birth Dad) in South Africa about 26 years ago. Okay, I’m actually an incomplete product. My dad extracted me when he realized what they intended to do to the kids.

The purpose of the program was to enhance the brain functions of unborn children to make them into men with exceptional powers to satisfy the selfish wants of those in power. Anyway, the program made me into what I am today. So I get to do stuffs you only see in movies like race cars on an expressway, jump off a building and other cool stuffs. Actually, I would love to do a lot more but my foster dad made me promise to be extraordinarily careful. You guess why…
I turned left and headed for the Thompson estate. As I ran, thoughts of the events of seven hours ago raced through my mind. For the first time, I quarreled with Janet and she told me not to live her life for her. She had wanted to entrust one of her father’s companies – the one over which I was now the executive director according to Mr Thompson’s will- to a boyfriend she just met. She wanted me to make the guy the managing director. Although the guy was qualified to administrate, forgive me for not trusting her decision, Janet tends to think with her heart and not her head.

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I told her she couldn’t make decisions on a whim just like that but she said and I quote “Who are you to tell me how to manage my dad’s empire?” I got angry and I said “Fine, I am nobody and guess what, you can have it all, I no longer want a part of this.” Then I went inside, got out the legal papers and signed over my rights as executive director to her. I called my lawyer to come over and finalize the agreement later. Of course she would first have to present the papers before the board of directors and then have the president of the ‘Thompson Group’ sign the transfer but that wasn’t a problem, she was the president. The papers simply meant I sold my shares to her except I wasn’t going to take a kobo. Okay guess Janet isn’t the only one who makes rash decisions
I didn’t mind leaving, I don’t need the money, but right now, the main issue is I need to apologize for my outburst. I had promised her brother Joseph on his deathbed that I would take care of his sister like she were mine. How do I do that if we were quarreling?

I was a few meters away from the gate when I saw the same motorcycle from earlier before speed past me again in the opposite direction. ‘AD241ABC’ I confirmed. I had a sick feeling. I ran through the open gate into the estate and headed straight for Janet’s flat. “Janet! Janet!” I screamed. I opened her door and I found a body on the floor bleeding, clutching a gunshot wound. No doubt it was Janet but she wasn’t dead yet. I ran towards her to carry her but then I felt something heavy hit my head and everything went black.



To be continued...


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