CHAPTER SEVEN
Mr sextone ordered the gate guard to get his car keys on the sofa, the silly man, who had just arrived from ibadan two weeks ago had problem comprehending what his boss meant by "sofa", he loitered about the huge sitting room mulling over what his boss asked of him, he was completely lost.
Mr sextone was now impatient, he wondered what took the silliest man he had ever employed so long. He had to pick his keys himself if he was ever going to leave, he went inside.
The boy was restless, every seconds was important, he couldn't wait for Mr sextone to return with his keys, he ambled towards the gate which was not locked, the uneducated old-fashioned had left the gate opened.
He quietly opened the gate, exited the compound and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He ran aimlessly. He wasn't being chased this time but he still ran like lightning. Little did he know that he was lost..
By the time Mr sextone got his car keys, the boy had vanished. He was disappointed in himself the boy had outwitted him. He caused himself for loosing his guard, the bloody minded boy was indeed a fox.
Emanuella, who had been watching her father moved nervously smiled satisfactorily.
She was glad that the little devil had finally gone, she hoped never to set her eyes on him again.
Mr sextone dialed a number on his Motorola mobile phone "send me two of our best agents ASAP!" he ordered "Aye sir" a man replied from the other end. Sextone needed a helping hand because the boy was proving too obstinate for him to handle alone. Besides if he was going to find him he needed the services of those who were trained to do so. The secret agency the director of which he was had the ability to find a pin in a haystack.
It had been an hour since the boy left the sextone family, he wouldn't stop running, he must reach his baby brother at the eleventh hour. He was very tired, his legs were crying of fatigue, every part of his body was screaming in pain. His wounds were now opened and blood mixed with sweat had covered him..mayb his body was betraying Him,his mind was strong..
Suddenly,, the boy stopped. He realized he was unfamiliar with the environment in which he was. The roads were tiled and straight compared to the rough and crooked road he knew. He was confused because he didn't even know the name of the street in which the dilapidated building was situated, perhaps he would have asked for directions..he and his baby brother had been living in the neglected building since the death of their beloved mother.
He scrutinized the environment carefully but it seemed hazy to him, he didn't know the path to his destination neither did he know the path back to the sextones.. He was lost and all alone.. The boy had become a vagabond..
