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Instead of just creating a blog for the purpose of telling the world what they knew, Martin and Shepherd decided to do much more than that. They made the habit of posting snippets of what they knew on several websites and also made videos which they uploaded on their website and on YouTube. Within a short time, their scary stories about The Elite began to gain the attention of many people. However things took an ugly turn when an anonymous female doctor uploaded a video of teenage girls giving birth to half breed alien beings in a lab which she claimed to work in. According to the doctor, the teenage girls were kidnapped from different parts of the world and injected with alien semen to birth alien breeds. The doctor told all who would watch the video that she would kill herself ten minutes after she uploading the video because she feared what would be done to her.  To let the world know who was behind the heinous acts, she titled the video ‘The atrocities of The Elite’. Determined to save the woman, Martin and Shepherd tracked the doctor through the IP address from which the video was uploaded on their blog and the mac address of the phone with which the video was made.

When Shepherd hacked into the phone he found out that it was still in use and was able to lift a lot of data from the phone. From the data Shepherd got, they found out that the doctor who uploaded the video was a 36 year old blond woman called Agatha Brown, who worked in a laboratory, called Crux and lived in New Jersey. That same day Martin and Shepherd got on a train to New Jersey and tracked Agatha Brown to her house. But sadly someone had made it to Agatha Brown’s house before they could. In her living room was a man with a trademark gun wound in his head lying dead; and close to him was a boy, probably twelve years old. He had been carved open from his abdomen to his chest cavity. The blood was still fresh on the floor, suggesting the killings had been done a little before Martin and Shepherd arrived. When Shepherd saw the way the boy was killed, he exclaimed, “Agatha Brown is alive!” “Why do you say that?” “Because the way the boy is killed is a message to her. I have seen it before. Look around the house for anything that can lead us to her!” Martin, obviously energized by the glimmer of hope Shepherd’s claim offered, dashed into the kitchen and saw a trail of fresh blood on the floor. He shouted, “Shepherd! I have seen something!” Shepherd ran into the kitchen and met Martin staring on the fresh blood on the floor. The two of them followed the blood trail outside until the point where the trail stopped. There on the ground was a man lying dead with his skull cracked open and a pistol in his hand. Agatha must have maneuvered him somehow.

From the pictures which Shepherd lifted from Agatha’s phone and the few they saw in her house, they could tell that the dead man on the floor was her husband and that the dead boy was her son. “Agatha is not going to last a day without help on the street. She doesn’t know what she is up against. And annoyingly she is still making use of her phone. I can see it right here”, said Shepherd as he pointed at his tab. “Call her then or send her a message! Tell her something which can save her!” “No! Her phone must have been bugged. The moment I reach her, The Elite will know someone is trying to help her. From my triangulation of the cell strength on her phone she is in precinct sixteen. Let’s go!” About twenty minutes later, Martin and Shepherd made it to precinct sixteen and spotted Agatha being dragged toward a Mercedes SUV by two men.  In the SUV were a driver and a man who was probably armed. Martin made for the SUV and Shepherd went to rescue Agatha from the two men who had her. Walking leisurely like a passer-by, Martin approached the Mercedes SUV. In his jacket, his hand firmly rested on his pistol. Pretending he had picked something of value on the ground, Shepherd called out at the men dragging Agatha; immediately they turned to face him, they heard gunshots behind their backs; Martin had taken out the driver and the other guy in the car. The moment the two guys holding Agatha turned their attention to the sound of the gun shots from Martin’s gun, Shepherd fired two shots into the back of their heads and grabbed Agatha, shouting at her, “I don’t work for The Elite! Trust me if you want to stay alive!”


It took Alejandro much to recover from Kate’s death. He had hopped Kate was going to be his partner in his quest to bring down The Elite. Though he had known her for a brief time, but her life story, the manner of her conversion and her zeal to work for the Lord were too affecting for Alejandro to forget rather quickly. He could not to tell his parents and two siblings about The Elite and what he saw on the submarine. However Kate’s death was eating him up in a manner all the people close to him could see. The morning he left New Jersey back to Hawaii, he got an sms alert of one hundred and fifty thousand US Dollars wired into his account by a certain Munroe Jason. That was not the amount the contract he signed before going on the submarine said he would be paid. He could tell Justin Scott was behind it. He was clearly over paid and he understood it as a peace offering from Justin Scott for killing Kate. For Alejandro, the money was just what he needed to hire a private detective to find out for him who Justin Scott and Munroe Jason were. On a good day the amount he was paid would have raised eyebrows, but judging by what he saw on the sub, he was not surprised that no one asked any questions. The Elite was clearly a powerful group. Spurred on by the death of Kate, Alejandro tried as hard as he could to dig up information about Justin Scott and Munroe Jason, but what he found out for himself was that the two men were ghosts. There was simply nothing to find about them. So he began to mull over the idea of hiring a private detective to help him do the job. He spoke to a friend of his, Ayinde Craig - an African-American with Nigerian root - to help him get in touch with a good private detective. After some days, Ayinde Craig dropped by his family house to inform him that he had found a good one for him.

Alejandro was happy and left with his friend to meet the detective. The detective was Malcolm Baird, a retired war veteran with twelve six years experience in private investigation. Alejandro was happy with Malcolm Baird and could not have asked for a better qualified private detective to do the job for him. “I want you to find two men for me. Besides their names, I know nothing about them,” said Alejandro. “What are their names?” “Justin Scott and Munroe Jason; the names could be aliases. Munroe Jason paid some money into my account about a month ago. I believe he must have left a trail you can follow.” “Why do you want to find them?” “A friend of mine is missing and Justin Scott knows something about it.” “How about the other guy, Munroe Jason? Why do you want to find him?” “He works with Justin Scott, I believe. If I could find him then I can find Justin Scott.” “My service will cost you five thousand Dollars. You will pay three thousand five hundred Dollars in advance and one thousand five hundred Dollars upon completion of the job.” “That’s fine by me, so long as you find these guys.”

Quickly Alejandro wrote a cheque of three thousand five hundred Dollars and happily handed it to Malcolm Baird. After exchanging relevant details, Malcolm promised to call Alejandro with some information within three days’ time. With much hope, Alejandro let himself out of Malcolm Baird’s office in the company of his childhood friend Ayinde Craig. However a day before Malcolm Baird was to call Alejandro as he promised, Alejandro found a game changer in his quest to find Justin Scott. Before Alejandro and Kate got on the ground from the submarine, they were delayed for twenty minutes so the leadership hierarchy of The Elite could exit the submarine. Within that time Kate took several pictures with Alejandro and uploaded them on her Instagram account. Alejandro was surprised by what she did. He understood that for the kind of job she did, it was highly required of her to maintain a ghost identity, but was however very happy to follow her.

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Uzoma Ujor

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