SEVERAL MONTHS LATER
It was Christmas night and the all-new multi-million dollar La Tomenta nightclub, now complete, was a massive structure ablaze with colorful lights of all kinds along the Lekki superhighway. The adjourning parking grounds had been acquired and annexed directly to the nightclub and so its grounds were now vast but even so, it was not enough for most of the numerous visitors flocking there for the five-star music events billed for the night to pack their cars.
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By eight O’clock, the whole place was packed and security, which was tighter than ever due to the number of dignities in attendance. Most of the who is who of the Black Axe crime family were there that night and so was their queen, Madam Augustina Benson.
At about eight-thirty that evening, a new green Volkswagen Tuareg jeep rolled up to join the long queue of expensive luxury vehicles going in slowly through the wide entrance gates of the nightclub. There were already a lot of vehicles parked all along the wide street leading off the highway to the nightclub.
Once in the grounds, the Tuareg jeep found a parking space at the furthest section of the vast parking lot, parked well and a tall powerfully built man dressed in a black designer shirt, trousers, and shiny shoes, got out. The man made his way across the parking lot to the vast entrance of the nightclub where several VIPs were pulling up in their chauffeur-driven luxury cars.
Like all top nightclubs, the heavily guarded entrance to La Tomenta was split into two, the curtained off wide red-carpet zone and black zone. Only VIPs, celebrities, rich members of the club and their guests, were allowed to walk straight through the red-carpet zone, the rest of the guests had to go through the tight security at the narrow black zone which was packed with crowds of people in lines.
The tall man in the dark clothes walked straight up to the curtained off red-carpeted VIP section and a huge powerfully built man in a smart dark suit with security badge stamped on the right breast promptly stepped up to block his way.
Another man of average build with an air of authority, also dressed in a samrt dark suit but without a security badge, stepped up with a frown on his face as he eyed the visitor up and down. “This entrance is for VIPs and members only, you need to move over to that section.” He waved a hand over at the black section where the long lines of people stood.
“I’m a guest of Miss Benson’s,” said the visitor.
The man eyed the visitor up and down again then waved another security man over. The new security man had a tablet computer in his hands. The two men spoke together briefly then the security man checked his computer and shook his head.
“Miss Benson is not expecting anyone tonight,” said the man to the visitor with a dismissive wave of his hand.
The huge security man took a threatening step closer to the visitor.
“She will want to see me,” said the visitor calmly. “Tell her it’s Special Agent Kenneth of the Department of State Security.”
The three security men froze. The man who had been speaking with authority turned away at once, put his hand on the right side of his head and began to talk quickly into a communication device in his right ear.
The tall visitor stood and waited.
To Be Continued…..
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