It was a pitch-black night, well suited to the scheme. Well, not so dark anyway. He still didn't feel as reassured as he had thought earlier, of the efficacy of the camouflage that his black uniform accorded him.

These miscreants might spot me, he thought as he glanced about once again at his environment.

The shrubbery gave him cover and mocked the sickly yellow glow from the nearest street light that barely lit anything beyond a 2-feet radius. The foliage was also thick and tall in this area of the roadside and together with the overhanging leaves of a nearby tree, completely obscured the 6-foot tall signpost that announced:

'No stopping
No waiting
No parking
Fine N30,000'

He glanced up at the hapless signpost and shook his head. Government! He mused, dem no dey eva do something finish. How pesin wan take see dis sign wey bush cover so?

He adjusted his position on the cement block on which he was sitting. Only yesterday, he and Mutiu had surreptitiously placed it here so that either of them delegated to this hideout, would have some convenience, for the long stakeouts between the ambushes.

A dull ache had started in his right buttock, its pulse matching beats with the one that throbbed in his right hip. He wondered about the time. A glance at the battered leather watch on his right wrist told him he'd been sitting in the spot for almost two hours. By this time last week Thursday, he'd 'apprehended' three offenders before 7:50. These guys don dey wise up, he mused.

No, he consoled himself, they can't resist the temptation to walk into this trap. One person must fall tonight. And I go chop am.

From his position, he could see across the road to where his partner lounged on a bench in the recessed storefront of an supermarket that had closed for the day. Although he couldn't distinctly make out his form, he knew that Mutiu was alert and that at the opportune moment, he would spring into action, as they had earlier agreed.

The traffic was light and flowing but had begun to thin out in the last 30 minutes. There were hardly any pedestrians walking alongside the road now and the place was looking more deserted with every minute now. A gentle breeze had started to blow, and it threatened to lull him to sleep. He glanced at his watch again.

I go soon go house, he reasoned, but I no fit comot here without bar for pocket. Make I chill small.

A minibus slowed, hesitantly it seemed and coasted towards the spot alongside his hideout. He tensed, a sneer creasing his lips. From the corner of his eye, he spotted a minute movement from the storefront across the road.

Mutiu, the sharp guy!

His concentration returned to the vehicle which had only just stopped. As the rear passenger door began to open, he rose to his hunches, careful not to let his head be seen above the bushes.

A figure set one foot on the ground outside the bus. And Officer Moses pounced.

#LawEnforcementVersusLawEnrichment
Based on actual circumstances
Co-writing credits: Stephen

can you add one more update?

MrsExplorer:
can you add one more update?

Hmm...thou dost tempt me sorely but there art narry a sequel to this tale

nuwell:


Hmm...thou dost tempt me sorely but there art narry a sequel to this tale

very funny