《The Children of thunder》Chapter Thirty-eight
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"All area units, we've got a reported rampage situation in victoria garden city axis...all units be advised, suspect is an Abami situation."
Detective Okafor shared a look with his partner as they listened to the police scanner, wondering whether it's a good or a bad thing that they were in the area.
"Abami situation?" Detective Bisi Ibidapo asked as she pulled their car out the fast food driveway, picking up speed.
"It's what the police call all the monsters that escaped that damn building," Detective Okafor answered, "fewer of the creatures has been sighted so far but the bigger ones are getting hungry, and if one has found its way into the garden city things aren't gonna look good for the residents."
"Are we even equipped for this kind of situation?, I've seen the videos, these creatures are way above our pay grade."
"We do our duty Bisi, hopefully this Abami is one of the little ones." Okafor tried to reassure his partner.
"This is a job for the Mopol and Sars, But they're never there when they're needed." Bisi muttered as she navigated around the traffic.
Detective Okafor chuckled at this, "we gonna be needing the Nigerian armed forces, or a state of emergency if we place all our hopes on those people, all they're good at is harass youths and give us law enforcement a bad name."
They drove the rest of the way in silence and were soon close to the Vgc axis, by the time they arrived the whole streets was in chaos, People fled the source of the havoc while brave policemen and women scream orders as they helped the ones in shock out of harm's way.
The Abami wreaking havoc was a creature out of an horror film nightmare, a ten feet tall grotesque humanoid monster strode casually along the street, A pair of bony cartilage curved from it's shoulders like wings without feathers, using the sharp appendages to impale people that strayed too close, plucking them up into it cavernous mouth as they fled.
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"Am afraid we might need the army afterall." Detective Okafor gulped.
Some of the police opened fire to draw it's attention away from the civilians, it responded by opening its enormous maw and screeched, nearby car windows shattered and the police at the front collapsed in agony as their ears bled.
Okafor was far from the Abami and didn't get the worst of the attack but his hearings were numb for a minute, who in their right mind would create a monster such as this, he hoped they face the full hands of the law for this but in his mind, he knew they'll probably get away with it.
"Who's in charge here?" He yelled over his dulled ears.
"Who the hell is asking," A stout stern faced woman yelled back.
"Detective Okafor from panti station," he yelled, flashing his ID card.
"You're far from home detective, what is a mainland cop doing on the island." She yelled, there's seems to be a lot of yelling involved.
"Why isn't the nearest army cantonment here yet." He asked instead, avoiding the policewoman's questions.
She choose to ignore his questions too with a wry grin and move off to shout rapid instructions to her men, Okafor nodded in approval as the police retreated in order as heavily armed Mopol took their place. Just in time, the carvary has arrived.
Her quick thinking might have just saved the less equipped police since their service pistols have done nothing so far but anger the Abami, the armored mobile police were armed with grenades, rpgs and AK-47s and he hope that'll be enough to stop it.
"Okafor," he heard his partner cry, he followed the direction of her pointing hand, over at the street side close to where the Abami was battling with the Mopol, was an overturned school bus filled with children. He cursed.
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Are you kidding me? A school bus always seem to find it's way into every damn disarray, who the hell writes this script.
He made for the bus, slinking as low as possible so as to avoid attracting the monster's ire, the door side of the school bus was trapped, he drew his gun and began to smash at the windshield as detective Bisi and another female officer tried to calm the panicky school children.
The screech from the Abami was getting way too close for comfort as he finally succeeded in breaking a hole on the glass, clearing the rest with a kick from his shoe.
"Alright kids help is here, this is the police, is anyone injured? Good, now I need you to move towards me in orderly fashion, can you all do that for me?"
Okafor let out a breath of relief because the children were secondary school students and not toddlers, being older and already drilled to follow orders, they began to collect themselves as he helped them out one after the other, a good fortune indeed, a bus full of crying nursery kids would bring the Abami down on them all faster than a debit alert.
With half the children out, the detective was beginning to think they would make it when he heard the other female officer helping out with the evacuation cried out in alarm, the Abami having made short work of the Mopol was looking for something else to vent it's rage on, mean little eyes glared at the school bus. With a curse, detective Okafor handed over the rescue to his partner.
"And where the hell do you think you're going." Detective Bisi glared at her partner with suspicion, "don't even think of playing the hero today of all days, that thing is not some petty criminal."
"I'm not stupid Bisi but someone has to lead it away from the bus, I'm not prepared to be eaten today." He replied as he moved away from the bus towards the Abami.
"Maybe I am stupid afterall."
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