Just in Time

Isaac Idro, Atiku Charles

Description

Just in Time is a fiction about social milieu that involves criminality, familial dysfunctions resulting in adulthood substance abuse, prostitution and other antisocial behaviors. Also, it is a narrative of how remnants of fallen regimes from Middle Eastern countries with their accomplices and secret agents survive by launching silent blitz of assassin quad that indulged in provoking various social echelons to out maneuvering their adversaries and Government authorities in a typical under world environment of intrigue and greed. The book narratives have touched on a panorama of Islamic movements that has used unstable governments of the Middle East countries in attempts to install the Caliphates.

Sujets

• Policier & Thriller
• Policier
• Thrillers
• Crime
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Trafford Publishing
• Date de parution: 22 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781698712956
• Langue: English

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JUST IN TIME
CONSPIRACY THEORIES: THE TALES OF THE UNTOLD UNDERGROUND MOVEMENT
 
 
 
 
ATIKU CHARLES ; ISAAC IDRO
 
 
© Copyright 2022 Atiku Charles ; Isaac Idro. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.
ISBN: 978-1-6987-1294-9 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1296-3 (hc) ISBN: 978-1-6987-1295-6 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 978169871294
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CONTENTS
Aknowledgements
Dedications
Chapter 1The documents and Confusion in the room
Chapter 2The Journey to Steplands Hotel
Chapter 3At the Rouler Brent Hotel in Pretoria
Chapter 4Misdemeanors And Decorum Exposed The Jerry Springer Show With Twenty Former Prostitutes
Chapter 5Back to the main topic
Chapter 6The Suspicious Orgies
Chapter 7The Passports
Chapter 8The Secret of the Caliph Dossiers and Covert Operations
Chapter 9The Failed Promise
Chapter 10The Quiet Investigation
Chapter 11The Caliphs and the Arabian Peninsula Link
Chapter 12The link between the Caliphs and Offshore Business
Chapter 13The Moral Dilemma of the Caliph Ideology
Chapter 14The World Cup 2010 South Africa
AKNOWLEDGEMENTS
T his literature is a self-written story authored by Mr. Charles Atiku who took many years to develop the original book and working through a tough environment almost delayed this wonderful project. At some point in time it became very hard and unbelievable that this book would reach out to the readers and Mr. Isaac Idro came in to offer moral support and co-authored the tales of Just in Time
I am greatly indebted to Mr. Isaac Idro for the sleepless nights he spent perusing through the original manuscript. His dedication and passion motivated me with new energy to continue writing up the stories and when I was overwhelmed by exhaustion, he took up co-authorship role by producing several chapters that made this book appealing to a wider audience especially in the Western World while striving to maintain the original story as set out by the writer. He solely single-handedly took up the publishing costs from editing to the final book. I do not have a better way of saying Precious Blessings upon you!
The authors would like to thank audience or readers of these heartwarming tales that have thought provoking adventures. Moreover, the actual names used in the narratives capture the subject matter, but they are fictional by nature of the story. Readers discretion is advised, and the sole responsibility of the expressed views remain with the authors ingenuities
DEDICATIONS
T his Book is dedicated to my beloved parents Mrs. Keturah Drataru Ezatibo and Mr. Joseph Arimisi Ezatibo both of whom shed loads of light to see me grow into the person I am today. Without their guidance and provisions, I would have joined millions of kids who are wasted along the way of life with no future to hold onto.
Mom has been the spear in my life always reminding me to keep striking as a man as Dad kept his tight grip on my daily schedules to ensure that I do not drift away.
I find it very appropriate to express my love and kindness to my Children, Onan Aita Eldred, Obeti Rayner Atiku, Namirembe Forriet Atiku and Nathan Pleasure Atiku Tumwesigye, may you continue to shine in the Glory of God.
Working in the wee hours of the night with a cup of hot coffee by my table courtesy of Aunt Nester Ayakaka to whom I owe a lot though she did not live to see the fruits of my sleepless nights, her unending love gave me courage during the hard moments when the journey seemed impossible. I have a very large space I my heart for Uncle Gad who is now watching me from another world. Your encouraging words did not come for nothing, I include the name of your only daughter Vivian whom you did not even see eye to eye as a testimony of those precious moments we had together.
Lastly to you my siblings and numerous friends whom I may not mention and thank individually, many thanks for walking this lane by my side.
Chapter I THE DOCUMENTS AND CONFUSION IN THE ROOM
N ick Morgan was at home in Minnesota, flipping through a pack of dusty papers that had stacked in the safety box in his garage. Still, not finding the necessary file, he stood up and began walking lazily across his bedroom to the living room as if this would bring his memory to the present. Nick had tiny balls of sweat forming along his dirty mane of hair, just above his eyebrows. He wiped them off with the back of his hand. Nick was now startled by memory loss because what Nick thought was that something had slipped through his mind and caused him to fumble in gathering conclusive evidence. He had an old pal whose contact he lost at the moment though needed it most urgently; he knew his fate lay in those dusty and old files. He kept digging from one batch of documents to another, yielding no good hints.
As he was getting weary and tired, he remembered a day in the past where he helped his friend acquire a property from a mortgage firm. Fetching a cup of coffee, he reassured himself that he would not relent on this.
Tossing the empty cup into the sink, he ran several steps from his living room downstairs to the back door. Car keys in hand, he entered the old Chevrolet pickup and drove off to the Country Side to the offices of ROLAND PROPERTIES CONSULTANTS.
After about a one-hour drive, he found his way to an old Patriarch building. At the reception, he was received by a slender and tall lady only called Brenda as specified on the name tag struck against her breast line. He introduced himself and asked to speak to the firm legal officer. After a couple of minutes and explaining why he was here, he was ushered into the office of a short, stout Portuguese American National who identified himself as Emilio Brandon.
Again exchanging a few pleasantries and giving a 100 dollar bill, Brandon agreed to help dig out the file on condition that it was kept confidential. Nick accepted and led to the upper floor in a small tidy room full of filing cabinets and two computers. Another lady worked in this room, and Brandon introduced Nick to her with authority.
Later Brandon spoke to her in a low voice, and the lady excused herself, allowing these two gentlemen time to be alone. Sooner, Brandon logged into the computer system using another account not shared by the staff in his office. Immediately, the names of Linda Bradley came on the screen. She was an old Asian American woman in her late 60s when she was a wife to T.R. Roberts, a well-known and wealthy businessman who dealt in imported electronics. However, his undisclosed businesses were the ivory trade from the Democratic Republic of Congo, Poppy from Afghanistan, Diamond from Namibia, and improved tea from Iran. He had several times appeared on files of the secret agents as an evil man. He had a way of sorting out his dirty past using illicit cash from his various dubious businesses.
T.R. Roberts had several properties in the States, registered under different names; he lived off the coast most of the time. He had a conglomerate of Charity Agencies run under The Caliphs Organisation, which he and associates never discussed with the open world. His preferred countries of residence were the Bahamas, Trinidad and Tobago, and South Africa. He enlisted some young, intelligent guys like Hamish Kumar to run his errands as he lay in the background. Hamish Kumar is a Sudanese American citizen who had worked for Orion Corporation Field. In this renowned illicit sex syndicate, young girls are fetched from Africa and taken to Hong Kong and Malaysia for an underworld business network. They first introduced them to drugs and alcohol before joining the underworld of pole dancing. The nude striper and in bikini entertainers at Brothels and Bars run as pseudo businesses. After getting accustomed to this life, many later upgraded to working as carriers of small units of drugs and dropping scripts to valuable contacts—these nightclubs run by moguls who own several entertainment houses flooded with horrific sexual orgies. The many youths are attacking this sector where they work as transporters and cargo traders on behalf of wealthy gangs. This business started making headlines on media as early as 1984, but many authorities did not believe it because they paid them to ignore it.
After checking in the database, Brandon was able to locate the file number and its particular location. He walked across the room to fetch an old brown file, handed it to Nick, and said, “You are on your own.” The two walked down the chamber after logging out of the computer.
Nick drove off and went straight to his house.
On June 24 th , 1974, Nick sat in the gardens of a cozy and well-furnished estate of Laria. He seemed sunk into oblivion, for he had no clear vision of what the future held for him. At this particular moment, Nick looked like a Zombie. Getting up, he walked with some pain in the groin as he approached the patio and collapsed into the sofa; he peeped into a