On landing, Kendo entered his car and put on the siren and drove off leaving with his guys’ share of the booty leaving them to their fate. He hit the Osodi Avenue and put off the siren. He was getting calmer and was pressing easy on the accelerator, which saw the speedometer down to 40 kilometers per hour. At the Diba Road Roundabout, he raced through potholes and stopped in front of Prosti Hotel. He waited for five minutes and saw that no one was after him. When he was convinced, he got out, leaving behind the money inside the car. His ten paces brought him inside the bar. He was shocked to see no sign of human being except for the hilarious noises from the television set on in the bar. On closer examination, he heard noises of breaking glasses and yells coming from upstairs. He ran upsta
