Continuation of the Experimental Writing
Nine months after my last tweet, I can finally put this up and continue my unnamed tweetstory. If you remember, I was tweeting the tweetstory while taking night classes. Things happened one after the other and I stopped tweeting for a couple weeks. By the time I was ready to, it seemed quite an effort to scroll down to find where I stopped, blog it and continue tweeting. So, I decided to wait for the promised archive which I didn't get until a few days ago. If you're just starting, you need to start here first before reading this installment.
Ona walks to the precinct. She walks towards her desk. She sits down, pulls a drawer open, she pulls out a yellow manila file.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 26, 2012
"The Captain wants to see you" Casey walks from the coffee stand, her hands in her pocket.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 26, 2012
"Thanks," Ona stands up and walks towards the Captain's office.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 26, 2012
The captain, a bald mid-60s man wearing a blue shirt and a Givenchy suit, the only expensive one he owns, sits behind a desk.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 26, 2012
He stands up as she walks in. He walks toward a one-sided glass to an interrogation room beside his office.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Captain, you wanted to see me," Ona says. "Is there anything I need to know," the Captain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Not sure what you mean. Apparently, we're dealing with a serial murderer. Another girl just turned up a couple of hours ago."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Andrea is working on her. Casey and I went to chat up people who might have seen anything. Nothing came up.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Is there anything you need in particular," Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
What do we have on the perp?" the Captain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Nothing yet, he's carefully with his DNA. No fingerprint or DNA. The fluid on the girl's pant was disintegrated."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Keep me up to date on your finding," the Captain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Is that all Captain? You could have asked Casey," Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"What is this that I am hearing, that you're leaving," the captain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Ona takes a step back, almost as if she had been slapped. She raises her right hand to her brow and massages it.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Captain, I have no idea, what you're talking about," Ona manages to say. Her eyes squint, glassy like there was a hint of alcohol in her.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"I am not sure I know what you're talking about," Ona says. "Where did you hear that from?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"There is a memo on my table, asking me to willing to let you go," the captain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Ona eyes widen. She shakes her head and squints. "Captain, I assure that I have no idea what's going on."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"I thought so too. Should you ever want to leave, please let me know. You can go backto the case. Find who the killer is."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Yes Captain." Ona reaches for the doorknob, twist it and lets herself out of the captain room. She goes straight to her desk.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She sits for a moment, staring at the room but taking nothing in. She longed for a glass of something stronger than coffee.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She taps at her table. She dugs her phone out and dials some number. The phone rings for a while before some woman picks it.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Do you know about this, Ona says into the phone. The woman at the other end says "nice to talk to you too. How have you been?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"I have no time to play wounded mum and disappointing child with you. Do you have an idea about the certain conspiracy going on?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Should I?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"You tell me. What's going on?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Ma, if I find out that you know something and didn't tell me, it would drive us further apart. Do you know something?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"About what sweetie. Until you give me a hint, I've no idea what you're talking about."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Fine, I'll take your word. You've got no idea what's going on." Ona cuts the phone. Shegrabs her card from the table and fidget with it.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Hey, are you alright?" Casey says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Minus talking to a mum that I would love to strangle, I'm great."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Should I start the search for a new partner?" Casey says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"You aren't planning on strangling your mum, are you? It was a joke," Casey says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Don't I wish. Is Andrea done?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Don't think so, but we can check," Casey says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Ona slide the keys into her lock. The turns the key, pushes the door open and shuts the door. She feels her way in the dark.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Her fingers find the switch. She flicks the light on and walks to sitting room. The eyes is on her couch, staring at her.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Ona reaches for her gun, rises it to the eyes level and points it. "What are you doing in my apartment."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"If I wanted to harm you, you would already be dead. Drop your weapon. There is no need for it.And you know it."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"You still haven't answered my question. What the hell are you doing in my apartment."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"You still haven't answered my question. What the hell are you doing in my apartment."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"I have. My answer still remains the same since the first day I met you"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"I'm afraid. I can't take no for an answer," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Too bad, cos that's my only answer. Now except if you are going to kidnap me me, get the hell outta here."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"You need to see the file on your table. I will not leave until you see it. If after you see it, you're not interested, I'll leave."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Ona walks to her table, her gun pointed at the eyes. She opens the file, flicking through the pages til she gets to an important page.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She drops the gun, places on the table and walks towards the eyes. "You win. I'll take it," Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“However, I have to close my current case,” Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Am sure your partner can close it. The president’s daughter can’t wait till you hand your brief in,” the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Too bad cos I’m not going to rest till I get that bastard in jail, where he belongs. Besides, the kidnapper wouldn’t hurt her daughter.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She is pretty valuable. She can wait a week,” Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“A week, really? Can you even promise you’ll be done in a week? You’ve been on this case for a week. Do you have any leeway yet?”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“I am not biting until I close my case. I always close my cases.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Hence the reason the president needs you. We need you to close the case. And you owe it to your parents to find that girl.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“You just pushed the wrong button. I swore to uphold the law and I will.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Why are we arguing? Is this about closing the case or are you stalling from going home?” the eyes say.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Now, get out of my house. I won’t say it twice.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Ona walks towards the table, places the gun back in her hip holster and walks out of the living room into the kitchen.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She opens the refrigerator door and brings out the TGIF frozen dinner.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She opens the box and places the Styrofoam plate in the microwave. 15 mins, high heat.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She returns back to the living room, the eyes is gone. The only evidence of his visit, the blue thick file on her center table.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She picks up the TV remote and turns the TV on.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She walks to the kitchen, this time to get a bottle of Bocca di Lupo, Castel del Monte, Tormaresca 2002, a glass and a wine opener.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She sets the glass on the table, opens the drink, pours herself a glass, drops the wine opener besides the glass and cocks the wine.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She sits to wait for the microwave’s pop. She picks up the remote and flips through the channels.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She sits to wait for the microwave’s pop. She picks up the remote and flips through the channels.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
Not finding anything of note, she switches the TV off. The microwave begins beeping.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
With a glass of red wine in her left hand and a fork stabbing at Cajun-Style Chicken Alfredo in her right, she stares at open file.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Bloody hell, and she told me she had no idea. No idea, my foot. She bloody has a hand in this,” she murmurs.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Captain, I’ve to activate that memo,” Ona says as soon as she walks into the Captain’s office.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Captain, I’ve to activate that memo,” Ona says as soon as she walks into the Captain’s office.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Do you have your brief with you? Cos the last time that I checked, you haven’t closed your case yet.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Captain, I can transfer the case. Besides, Casey can close it without me. I haven’t taken any leave since the day I started. I’m overdue.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Yesterday, you came in here and told me you had no plan of leaving. Now, you’re recanting. What happened?”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“I’ve got family issues. I can’t work, it’s interfering. I’ve got to straighten things out first, Cap.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
The Captain looks at Ona, angling his head to the left.“How bad is it?”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
“Quite bad. Was up all night. Cap, I need to do this."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Transfer all you notes to Casey. You've got a 3 months leave, starting from today," theCaptain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Thanks, Cap. Should I clear my table?" Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"No except if you're planing on being away for more than 3 months. Do you know something that I don't," the Captain says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"3 months should be fine. Thanks Cap."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
March 3, 2014 was the day Onachuckwu Adikwe took on the case of the missing president's daughter.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
March 5, 2014.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
The harsh humidity of the harsh weather welcomes Ona as she steps from the plane. She raises her head to the air and takes in a lungful.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
She walks down the stairs, to the tarmac, to the golf cart waiting for her.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
The golf cart driver drives her to the waiting room, past the maddening crowd.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
The eyes and a couple of muscles wait for her, at the VIP lounge.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Knew you would make it through," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"What do I have?" Ona says as she walks out of the airport.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"A discreet office, supplies, if there not enough, you can always request for more, and help, marine."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"US or Nigerian?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"US"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Is the Nigerian correction system that fucked up that you need outside help?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Both of you are Nigerian. The marine is retired. You both provide the delicate services we need."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"So, I take it this wouldn't be making it to the papers," Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"We're hoping for a clean and straight op," the eyes says. "Do I at least get decent technology?" Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"The best of the best. Nigerian intelligence isn't as bad as you think," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Forgive me for not swallowing the bullshit, then why am I here," Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"We don't want anything to link back to the authorities, especially the president," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"So, I'm licensed to kill. As long as it isn't leaked out. Why is the president willing to shed some red?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"Cos Dieko isn't the first politician's child to be kidnapped. We need to send a message," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"How, cos it seems you guys want to bury the op. Tell me, how will the message be sent?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"It will be, believe me," the eyes says. "Then take me home," Ona says. "Home?" the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"The space, it will be my home for the next couple of weeks."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"You're not planning on visiting your mother?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
"My mother and I have nothing to say to each other. Besides, I need a clear head for this."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
The wake of dust that the car leaves as it speeds down the road was the only indication that something is happening.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 27, 2012
The eyes takes Ona to a warehouse-- out in the woods. The eyes opens the warehouse to reveal a fully furnished makeshift command room.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
The command room is sectioned into glass cubicles, some larger than the other.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"This is a cool place you've got here," Ona says. "It's yours," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"It's weird, I never once caught your name," Ona says. "That's becos you don't need to know and I never offered it," the eyes says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"I guess I'll stick with the eyes then"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
She walks around the almost empty space, taking in the flatscreens, glass round table and high grade computers.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"This looks like someone's used here before and not so long ago judging by the looks of things," Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
The eyes stares at her,giving nothing away. "I guess you're not going to tell me anything then."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
A noise, someone trying to get in. Ona turns. "I see we're expecting company, the marine perhaps?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
The eyes turns towards the door in perfect precision. One moment he is facing her, the next his back is turned towards her.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
Ona makes a mental note to add this to the list of how creepy the eyes is. A mid-age man walks into the room.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
He is moderately built, not fat but not too muscled. He wears a white round-neck tee-shirt, dark blue jeans and black loafers.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
His hair, a dead giveaway of his past occupation. The military boys' hair are always the same.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
Wondering how long he has been "retired," Ona waits for the marine to close the gap between them all. She, however, moves closer to the eyes
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
The marine stops in front of the eyes, at attention but doesn't salute.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
(I wonder why he didn't salute.) Ona thinks as she gives him a visual pat-down. (He will work.)
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Detective Adikwe, former Marine Oladele," the eyes introduces his two recruits.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
(Mam, I should have figured.) "Could you drop the mam, marine? My name is Ona."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
(Mam, I should have figured.) "Could you drop the mam, marine? My name is Ona."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
...provided I don't strangle you first for your repeated mams. So let's get down to business. What do we know about the kidnap?" Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
She walks to the pining board in the room. "What are the circumstances surrounding the pickup and what do we know about the perps"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
The marine walks to a desk, pulls open the lowest drawer, carries it and puts it on the table.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"So I take it, you've been here before," Ona says. The drawer is filled with files. The marine picks up a pile of files,browses through them
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
He picks one file and places the rest in the drawer. He walks towards the pining board and puts pictures and papers on the board.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"We know that the president's daughter was captured around 3. She was removed from Aso Rock. We have two perps on tape but no visible ID."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
Ona turns to the eyes. "Do we get a tech quy too? Or is that out of the budget?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"There are a couple of files on your desk." With that said, the eyes walks out of the warehouse. Ona stares in disbelief.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"There are a couple of files on your desk." With that said, the eyes walks out of the warehouse. Ona stares in disbelief.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"The president's daughter is 16. She's Aso Rock schooled and doesn't leave the villa much," the marine says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Who found out she's been gone and when?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Who found out she's been gone and when?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"So, we don't know when exactly she was snatched? Is the video of the snatching time-stamped?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"No."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Just great. When was the ransom call made?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"There is no ransom call."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Really, who is assigned to her?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"I don't know him but he's leading the SS investigation."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Obviously. So, what's the press saying about this?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"The situation hasn't been leaked out."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"How in the hell is that possible?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"They've kept a tight lease on this."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"I see." Ona picks up her coat. "Hey, pick up your stuffs. We're going to Aso Rock."
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
"Just great. When was the ransom call made?"
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) May 30, 2012
“Maam, I’m afraid I cannot let you in without proper identification and appointment,” the gate-guard says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Is there someone I can talk to?” Ona says. “I can’t help you,” the gateman says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“We are not going back, that’s what,” Ona says. She fishes for her cell phone, presses a button and places the phone to her ears.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
She walks away from the gate, chats briefly on the phone and returns back to the gate.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“I don’t have a pass but call the person in charge of security and tell him that I am here concerning the president’s daughter.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“I don’t have a pass but call the person in charge of security and tell him that I am here concerning the president’s daughter.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Someone go dey here soon.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
A few minutes later, a young man walks towards them. He approaches and says “who’s here for the president’s daughter?”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
A few minutes later, a young man walks towards them. He approaches and says “who’s here for the president’s daughter?”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
Obviously, they were there for the president's daughter.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
The SS guy motions for the guard to allow them in. The gateman opens the sidewalk gate and Ona and the marine walk into the villa.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
Ona walks to the man whose eyes were boring a hole into their skulls, a sign that he was in charge and found their visit as an intrusion.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
She knew that look all too well.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
She knew that look all too well.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Someone the president wants to meet,” Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Someone the president wants to meet,” Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Someone the president wants to meet,” Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“I see. Any relations to Senator Adikwe?” the man stares at her over his round-rim glasses.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“You tell me. I need to see the president. So scurry over to the person in charge, let him know that I’m here or take me to the president.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“You tell me. I need to see the president. So scurry over to the person in charge, let him know that I’m here or take me to the president.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“I heard that you’re proud and usually want things your way. I see they’re right.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Lady, there is a way things are done here. Just because you are an NYPD cop and a senator daughter doesn’t mean you get favoritism here.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Do I look like someone who wants anything less than that? So, how long do I have to wait before I can see her?” Ona says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
The president is willing to see you during the 5 minute break she has in a couple of hours--”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“Which is? How long are you going to make us wait? An hour, two or five?”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
Someone walks to the group, taps the man and pulls him aside. They converse and the man returns.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
Someone walks to the group, taps the man and pulls him aside. They converse and the man returns.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
Ona nods at the marine and they proceed to sit at one of the benches tucked to the wall, frames of former presidents hanging around.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“What are you hoping to uncover here?” the marine says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
“I don’t know. But this is the crime scene. It might have been cleaned up but it has a story to tell and I need to listen.”
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
"And you want to find out how much blood you can draw and why the pickup was that easy," the marine says.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
"In just a short time together, we'll make a fantastic team," Ona tilts to the side, nodding her head and turns to the marine.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
"The sarcasm dripping from you is enough to freeze up this whole place.I will be tweeting the rest of the story, starting this week! I'm totally excited.
— oluwa-is-involved (@olubela) June 13, 2012
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