[Story] An Evening With Eva (Episode 21

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Episode 21

Tawo got out of his 2 hour self-psyche feeling

very refreshed. Every day he dedicated two

hours into self-meditation and communication

with the cosmos. Nothing was allowed to

distract him. No phone calls, no knocks,

nothing. His steward had barged into his

Psyche Room one day while he was

meditating. His legs were crossed under him,

his palms on his knees and his head was

raised.

“Master, master, you get visitor.” The steward

said from the door.

When there was no reply, he moved to where

Tawo was and repeated himself. Tawo hated

the interruption but kept calm. He did not

move nor open his eyes. Later that night, he

almost had the steward ‘wasted’ but decided

against it. He called him and gave him stern

instructions never to disturb him when he was

meditating. The Steward never made that

mistake again.

So when Tawo’s phone kept on ringing

incessantly, the steward almost took the

phone to him in the Psyche Room. He was

already on the stairs when he remembered his

Master’s strong warning never to invade his

privacy. He shrugged and went back

downstairs, dropping the phone on a table in

the sitting area of the house. Tawo came

down an hour later whistling. He was in a

terrific mood. All he had to do was wait for

The Colonel to make a move and target would

be history. The day’s session was

magnificient. He had soared beyond the

cosmos and was gaining higher levels of

understanding. He picked his phone at the

same time talking to his steward.

“Was my phone ringing?” Tawo said as

unlocked his phone.

“Yes Oga. I been wan bring am for you when…”

The steward was saying when Tawo’s rage

caught him unawares.

“Shittt!! No!” He shouted.

He had just read Bruno’s text.

He tried to call Bruno back but his number

was switched off. Bruno had no idea that the

Colonel was now with the Detective. Tawo

knew that Bruno was very capable and had

never been found wanting. He was the best

field agent The Ghost Corporation had asides

from The Deadly Quartet. He was being

considered to understudy Ambrose and maybe

get promoted to a Super-Agent. Yet he did

not have the level of clearance to be privy to

that sort of information. Only the Super-

Agents were in the know of The Colonel and

his operations. Bruno did not qualify. Tawo

had spoken to Shina and Sophia earlier about

informing Bruno of the new developments so

he could be better prepared. The agreement

reached was that Ambrose should be at the

Bungalow at 02:00hrs to support Bruno. The

Colonel would be taken out at 05:00hrs.

Tawo wanted to call Bruno immediately the

decision had been taken but it was already

time for his personal meditation session. Now

Bruno had taken matters into his own hands

and gone in without up to date information on

the target. Tawo was sure that whatever it

was, Bruno had a good reason to go in all by

himself.

He thought for a few seconds. He switched on

his Ipad.

“Please give command” A voice prompt came

from the device.

“Open Damage Control on Mission Ahmed.”

Tawo spoke to the Ipad, folding his hands

behind.

The program opened all possible methods of

invading Ahmed’s compound and taking out

the Colonel. It also provided him with a brief

outcome of every method, giving each a

certain percentage of success or failure.

After watching the program for a few minutes,

he took out Ambrose and Shina from the

simulation and pushed in Bruno and Marshal

as replacements. He ran the program from the

beginning a second time.

In all the possible methods, the average

success was at 23%. The possibility of failure

was 89%.

He was disturbed. He was not really worried

about the safety of Bruno and Marshal. They

were agents and they could handle

themselves. He worried about losing The

Colonel. He had a difficult time catching up

with him before. Tawo did not want a repeat

performance.

He called Sophia.

“The Colonel Mission is on a code red. Of the

four of us, you are closest to the detective’s

location. Please move in. Your protégé

Bruno’s life depends on it.” Tawo said.

“What? You call me at this time of the night

and expect me to jump at your instructions?

Who do you think you are talking to one of

your dogs?” Sophia asked irritated.

“Please S. I really need you.” Tawo pleaded.

Sophia knew that Tawo had a reputation for

being arrogant, proud and cruel. So when she

heard him beg, she had no choice than to help

him out.

“Send me the details.” Sophia asked.

“No details S. Bruno is going into the

detective’s compound to decommission

Ahmed. He is not aware that The Colonel is

there. And I have a hunch that he is falling in

to a very big trap. If we don’t move fast, he

may not survive it.” Tawo explained.

“No. Nothing is going to happen to Bruno. I

will send a report in 90 minutes.” Sophia

finished and hung up.

She got up from her bed and opened a small

closet hanging on the wall beside her

bathroom door. There were different guns,

cartridges and bullets on the shelves inside

the closet. She picked a glod embroidered

pistol and a .45 silenced automatic.

She faced the mirror in her room and applied a

pink lipstick. She touched up her face and was

looking very pretty and s3xually provocative.

She wore a very short and tight purple mini

skirt, put on a white tank top and wore a

purple net over the tank top. She put her guns

in a medium sized purse. She entered her Benz

E280, began the ignition and drove out of the

mansion.

Episode 22

At 8pm The Colonel was ready. He got

Ahmed’s phone and inserted the old sim.

Ahmed took the phone from the Colonel and

dialed Sheila’s number,

“Wait son. Don’t make that call yet. We have

got to be ready immediately after the call.

How many guns do you have?” The Colonel

asked.

Ahmed frowned and shook his head.

“Not much Uncle, about two to three guns. Let

me show you.” Ahmed said, getting up.

He led the Colonel to the corridor inside the

house, opening the room adjacent the one

they were in earlier in the day. It was the last

room by the wall. The room was empty. Asides

from a stack of plastic chairs by the tiled wall,

the room was nothing to write home about.

There were no rooms, no entrances, nothing.

Ahmed looked like he was lost. The Colonel

waited for 70 seconds expecting the detective

to say something. Ahmed was mute. He gave

the impression that this was the wrong room.

The Colonel looked at him.

“There’s nothing in here boy! Is this a joke?

We have to move fast!” The Colonel asked

irritated.

Ahmed smiled. He had just gotten the

expression he wanted from his uncle. That

feeling of disappointment. He moved the

chairs, dragging them a little bit sideways

away from the wall making sure he marked the

exact height where the stack of chairs

reached. From the point he marked, he

counted four tiles north. When he got to the

fourth tile, he moved a finger to the edge of

the tile and pressed. The tile turned inside out

to reveal a small digital screen and a

numerical keypad. There was also a finger

print scanner and a retinal activation. It was

a high tech security safe. He looked back at

his Uncle. The Colonel was not impressed. He

had broken into more complicated vaults. He

could take down Ahmed’s safe in four days

max. Ahmed pressed a yellow button.

“Welcome Ahmed. Please provide retinal

recognition.” A voice said from the device.

Ahmed leaned closer and a mild infra-red

signal scanned his retina.

“Retinal Scan complete.” The voice said and

continued. “Please provide fingerprint

recognition.”

Ahmed placed his forefinger in the scanner

and another infra-red signal scanned his

prints.

“Prints accepted. Please enter password or

Voice recognition.” The computer said.

Ahmed was dying to impress The Colonel who

so far was staring with a straight face. His

arms folded across his chest. Ahmed pressed

a button on the device.

“Please enter voice password.” The voice said.

Ahmed read out the letters of the alphabet in

a song like fashion.

“A,B,C,D,E,F,G…Now I know my 1,2,3. My

name is Ahmed Haruna. Take it away.” He

finished.

The Colonel laughed hard. What a joke, he

thought to himself. He almost turned away to

leave the room when the was a soft whooshing

sound. A part of the wall where Ahmed stood,

caved in and moved to the left, creating a

small entrance into a room. Ahmed walked in

and turned on a switch. The bulbs came on,

illuminating the small room.

“Here we are.” The detective said, pleased with

himself.

“I can see where you keep your two or three

guns boy. This is impressive.” The Colonel

said.

The colonel smiled as he walked into the

enclosure. He was delighted at the caliber of

artillery he saw. He went to a shelf and picked

a rifle. It was a Kalashnikov AK-47 Assault

Rifle. One of the best he ever handled. He

remembered his time at the military academy

13 years back. It was the perfect weapon.

While he stroked the AK-47 in his hand, his

eyes scanned the room looking at the other

guns. There was a Thompson M1921 Sub

Machine gun, an F-2000 Assault Rifle, a 1965

HK416 Assault rifle (a rare spec), an SPG

classic, six .43 automatic pistols and a Uzi

Sub-machine Gun. Ahmed shared the same

taste with him when it came to ammunitions.

He turned and nodded at the detective smiling

pleasantly. As he checked the cartridge of the

AK-47 assault rifle, his eye caught something.

He bent low and pulled out the butt of a gun

from the lower chamber. It was a DSR 50-

Precision Sniper Rifle. His all-time favorite.

Every spy loved to have this deadly piece of

metal.

“Where did you get this my boy?!” The Colonel

asked delightedly.

“Scavenged it from a crime scene.” Ahmed

asked.

Ahmed picked one .43 pistol and inserted

bullets in it while the Colonel took another.

They corked their guns and got ready for

action. Ahmed closed the ‘door’ after his

uncle and pushed the chairs back. They exited

the room and went into the sitting room.

“Make that call now.” The Colonel said

handing the phone to Ahmed.

Ahmed dialed Shiela’s number. She picked on

the first ring.

“Hello ma. My house was invaded. My dogs

were killed… I don’t know. I can’t say. I did

some research on some clues I got. Unknown

men trailed me throughout today. I managed

to shake them off. I found out their hideout. It

is beside my compound here. I cannot say for

sure how many they are. Send backup just in

case so we can move in tonight. 2 hours.

Good. I’m ready. Bye” Ahmed said and hung

up.

The Colonel nodded at Ahmed.

“They should get here anytime from now. Be

ready. I will stand watch by this window and

join you later.” The Colonel said.

Ahmed left the bedroom, took station by the

bathroom, and waited for the Colonel to join

him.

************************************

Bruno and Marshal exited the bungalow,

walking in the shadows and avoiding the

‘street lights’ shinning on every area of the

street. They backed the fence, moving slowly

and quietly. Bruno signaled for Marshal to

hold on. They had gotten to Ahmed’s gate.

Bruno crossed to the other side of the road.

He walked past Ahmed house for 10 meters.

Marshal watched him. Bruno walked back

towards Ahmed’s compound stopping in front

of the gate. He looked inside and knocked. No

response. He knocked again. There was no

reply. The initial plan was to pretend to be

looking for number 12 of the street. If Ahmed

came to the gate, Bruno would ask him for the

street number and directions on how to get

there. While they were talking, Marshal would

appear from nowhere and take him out. So far

Ahmed did not come out. He nodded to

Marshal.

*************************************

The Colonel waited at the window for twenty

minutes. His instincts told him to move to the

roof. He would have a better view from there

and see whatever was happening outside the

compound. He climbed the ladder attached to

the water tank, continuing up until he was a

few inches above the roof. He leaped gently

from the ladder, landing softly on the padded

roof. He walked to the edge of the roof and

prostrated, keeping his jaw in both hands, his

elbows acting like a tripod. For six minutes,

nothing happened. On the seventh minute, he

saw a man cross the street and walk pass the

house. He immediately sensed danger when

the man crossed back to his side of the road

retracing his steps. When the man stopped at

Ahmed’s gate and began to knock, the Colonel

knew it was time. Immediately, he got up, half

ran across the roof and jumped on the ladder.

He raced down the ladder and got into the

house through the back door. He made it just

in time to see Ahmed moving to the front

door, about to open it.

As fast as lightening, the Colonel moved to

where Ahmed was, dragging him by the hand

just as he was about to grab the door handle.

Ahmed looked back frightened and almost

pulled the trigger of his gun, when the Colonel

put a finger on his mouth indicating that

Ahmed be quiet. He signaled to Ahmed that

they had company and that he should be on

the alert. Ahmed nodded. The Colonel signaled

again that Ahmed wait at the door and do

nothing, while he went to keep watch at the

back entrance. The Colonel was as calm as

ever. Ahmed’s heart was racing. He swallowed

saliva and nodded again like a dummy.

*************************************

After Bruno nodded his head at Marshal,

Marshal leaped over the fence from outside,

landing in Ahmed’s compound. As he landed,

he simultaneously brought out his gun from

his hip area and scanned the area. He did not

want anyone to take him unawares, especially

dogs. When he was sure no one was alerted,

he moved cautiously to the gate and silently

opened the smaller area for Bruno to come in.

Bruno shut the gate behind him noiselessly

and moved ahead of Marshal. They decided to

take the back entrance.

Ahmed saw the way the two men entered his

compound. He noticed they had military

training. Their signals, silent communication

and perfect sync scared the living daylight out

of him. He watched them move very slowly

taking calculated steps toward the back of the

house. They moved like they knew where they

were going with the heavy one behind looking

behind and scanning for aerial and ground

threats. He decided he would attack them

from behind. Two quick head shots and they

would both be dead. They would not see him

coming. He smiled.

As the thought crossed his mind, his uncle

stole into the sitting room.

“Any luck?” The Colonel whispered, barely

audible.

“They are going to the back entrance. I will

take them from behind. It would be easy.” The

detective said.

“No! Don’t! I will handle this. Just cover me.”

The Colonel ordered.

As the Colonel took silent steps towards the

back entrance, Ahmed felt disgusted. Why

would The Colonel want the glory for himself?

For God’s sakes he was retired! His uncle did

not completely trust him. He felt he was not

good enough. All these thoughts ran through

Ahmed’s head in milliseconds. He decided he

was going to show his uncle that he was no

sissy. He turned and headed for the front

door. The Colonel turned and noticed Ahmed

heading for the front door. He tried to call him

back but he was too late. Ahmed was already

outside.

“Shiitt!!!” The Colonel cursed and raced after

his nephew.

Ahmed was already way ahead. The Colonel

did not want to run. He did not want to draw

attention. So he moved fast, but very quietly.

Ahmed could now see Marshal. Bruno was

right in front of him. Ahmed moved closer

taking his aim at the back of Marshal’s skull,

moving closer still to get a clean shot. 3

seconds later, he had the perfect shot to take

out Marshal. As he took his final step to pull

the trigger, his boots crushed some gravel.

Marshal turned. Bruno looked back too.

Ahmed’s heart skipped a beat.

Marshal brought up his gun to take his aim.

Ahmed was quicker. Ahmed pulled the trigger

and his bullet caught Marshal squarely on the

face. Blood splattered everywhere. Marshal fell

to the ground, his brains scattered everywhere.

Bruno rolled on the ground and fired two quick

shots at Ahmed. A bullet caught Ahmed on his

left thigh. He screamed, falling to the ground

and holding his thigh. As Bruno ran closer to

finish him off, The Colonel appeared from the

corner. He fired three perfect shots at Bruno.

Bruno rolled on the ground and ducked behind

the wall. A bullet caught him on the arm. He

was bleeding.

The Colonel approached Bruno, shooting at

the wall. Pieces of bricks scattered around

Bruno. Bruno moved backwards. The Colonel

got to Ahmed and knelt on one knee, not

taking his eyes off the wall. He felt Ahmed’s

pulse. He was still alive.

“Hang in there my boy.” The Colonel said.

As the Colonel got up approaching Bruno,

there were gunshots at the gate. The Colonel

backed into the wall. He saw someone jump in

from the fence and roll to the gate. She got up

and continued shooting sporadically at the

Colonel. The Colonel backed away dragging

Ahmed with him. He was out of rounds. He did

not expect this much firepower. Bruno saw

Sophia and ran towards her, shooting at the

Colonel’s direction with his good hand.

Sophia covered him, her back to the gate while

Bruno opened the gate and went out. Sophia

moved slowly to the gate still shooting at the

Colonel.

She got out of the gate, got into the car and

sped out of the estate.

“How are you?” She asked Marshal as they

sped along Palm Groove, Ikorodu road.

“I will be fine. Marshal is dead.” Bruno replied.

Sophia did not say a word. Marshal was her

cousin. Her eyes were red.

She stepped on the accelerator and bit her

lower lip.

Someone was going to pay for Marshal’s

death.

PREVIOUSLY ON “AN EVENING WITH EVA”:

“Sir, upon gruesome scrutiny of the playback

tapes of the bugging operation, I noticed a

blind spot. We overlooked that little glitch but

upon proper inspection, it was actually not a

glitch.

Therewas a point that the target was

stationary for about 90 seconds. That was our

blind spot. I decided to check it out. I was

able to override one of the surveillance

cameras around the Redemption Camp. The

nearest camera was a CAM70-Extreme. I

zoomed in on it and adjusted the capture

area.The Colonel is very smart. He had the

Mechanic come meet him at the exact spot

where he knew that he would not be captured

by the cameras. It seems he is going to win

with this one.” – Agent Ope

“Bee Hive. I want all routes taken by

commercial van with registration plates

BZ739FST between the hours of 6:30 and

7:30. You have 15 minutes” – Tawo

“Ma’am. There is someone here to see you.” –

Messenger.

“Who is it?” – Eva.

“Your mother” – Messenger.

“You are very rusty boy! And as long as I am

here, I would have none of that. Training

commences at 04:00hrs. You’d better be

ready.” – Colonel

“Have you perused the file I gave you?” –

Sophia

“Yes I have. It’s quite a lot of work.” – Sean

“What you have on that file is nothing

compared to what we have in store for you.

We just want to see if you have what it takes

to be a part of this team.” – Sophia.

“Access the traffic surveillance at the Oshodi

intersection. Rewind the recorded footage and

get it to 7:15am. That is the point where the

bus dropped the target.” – Tawo.

“Sir, I cannot seem to override the access

codes for the surveillance cameras. I keep

getting blocked out.” – Ope

“This is a complex firewall. You have to first

mimic the algorithm, and then unlock its

pseudo codes. Ash, question mark, Shift Delta,

Raven, Orange, Peter, twenty percent Gamma.”

– Tawo

“Target is now red hot on the radar. Get ready

to pull the trigger.” – Tawo

“Operation at risk. New development. Moving

to take out target. It’s going to be a clean

sweep. Get in, get out. No trace. No mistakes”

– Bruno

“Shiittt!!! The Colonel Mission is on a code

red. Of the four of us, you are closest to the

detective’s location. Please move in. Your

protégé Bruno’s life depends on it.” – Tawo

“What? You call me at this time of the night

and expect me to jump at your instructions?

Who do you think you are talking to? One of

your dogs?” – Sophia.

“Please S. I really need you.” – Tawo

“Send me the details.” – Sophia

“Hang in there my boy.” – The Colonel

“How are you?” – Sophia

“I will be fine. Marshal is dead.” – Bruno.

AND NOW. . . Episode 23

Eva spent three days with her mother in the

mansion. A separate suite was arranged for

them where everything was provided

adequately, ensuring satisfaction and comfort.

Eva was upset initially that she was not

allowed to leave the mansion. She questioned

why her mother had to be brought in to see

her as that was not the original plan. She got

over it after Shina explained that plans had

changed. The corporation constantly changed

plans and made last minute cancellations just

to throw any tracker off guard. Besides, she

was safer here than anywhere else.

On the third day, Eva explained to her mother

that she would be going on professional

course outside the country. The course would

span three years after which she would set up

her own company. Her mother did not ask too

many questions. She was glad that her

daughter was moving up the corporate ladder.

She admonished Eva to remember her younger

brother and to always check on him from time

to time. As Eva helped her mother pack her

bags, pangs of guilt enveloped her. She knew

she had to tell her mother the truth. But she

knew her mother could not handle it. Besides,

she was afraid of what Sophia would do if she

spilled. The very thought scared her to her

very bones. She shuddered.

“Eva, please seat down. I want to talk to you.”

Eva’s mother said moving on the bed for her

daughter to seat.

“What is the problem mama?” Eva asked

sitting down, concern on her face.

“I know you have been working hard. And I am

very glad that you are doing very well. Your

father would be very pleased with you. Only if

he were alive.” Eva’s mum started. She sobbed

softly wiping her face with the edge of her

wrapper. Eva pulled her mother close, hugging

her.

“It’s ok mummy. We will pull through.” Eva

said, rocking her slowly.

“I know my dear.” Eva’s mum said sniffing and

continued,

“I was at the window area yesterday. I saw a

number of men in black suits and wearing

dark shades. What was happening?”

“Oh, those men. They are the security details

attached to my boss mummy. She came into

town yesterday.” Eva replied.

“Okay my daughter. God will bless her. I have

to thank her before I leave.” Eva’s mum said.

“No problem ma. I will arrange for you to see

her mummy.” Eva said.

Eva got up from the bed and went into the

bathroom, shutting the after her. She left the

shower to run while she sat on the toilet seat.

She put her face in her hands and began to

cry. She hated the fact that she just lied to her

mother. She was sad and scared.

Deep down inside her, she was troubled. She

may never see her mother again.

******************************************

Sophia drove into the gate of The Mansion,

parking the car in the garage where there were

other very expensive cars. She turned off the

ignition. She closed her eyes for a few

seconds and opened them again. She unlocked

the seat belt around her, looking at Bruno. He

held his arm and winced as he unstrapped

himself from the seat.

“I think someone should check that out. It

looks pretty messy” Sophia said.

“No! I am fine. I just need a few stitches. Can

I get first aid in your room?” Bruno asked.

“Yes I do. Let’s go.” Sophia said.

They got out of the car and walked to the

front of Sophia’s wing. As they entered the

house Bruno collapsed on the couch in the

sitting room. He passed out. Sophie shook her

head as she sat in a chair opposite him. She

took off the holsters on both ankles, setting

the guns on the table. She kicked off her flats,

walking barefooted to the bar in the far right

of the sitting room. She poured herself a full

glass of strong vodka and drowned half the

contents. She had not been this shaken in a

very long time. She was renowned for her

ability to keep her emotions in check, and her

clear thoughtfulness in very unpleasant

circumstances. But the emotions were flooding

in now. This was getting too much for her to

bear. She blocked every thought of Marshal

from her head. All she wanted to do was to

get back at whoever killed her only living

relative.

She finished the vodka, looked at the glass

cup for a while then smashed in angrily at the

wall. It broke into a million pieces. The noise

was not even enough to wake Bruno.

She pressed a button by the bar. A young

man dressed in a white shirt and black pants

came in from a side entrance.

“You rang ma.” The lad said.

“Yes Jeff. Clean up that mess over there and

get Emmanuela to attend to that man over

there” She said pointing at Bruno.

The lad nodded and hurried out of the house.

Sophia walked sluggishly to her room and

opened the door.

******************************************

The Colonel dragged his nephew inside the

house. He lifted He looked for the first aid

everywhere and eventually found it in the

store. He took the big box into the sitting

room where Ahmed lay, groaning and

breathing softly. He searched the first aid box

and did not really find what he was looking

for. He had to make do with was available. He

got out some disinfectant and a towel. He

sterilized a pick-scissors with warm water and

the disinfectant. He dabbed the bl0*d off

Ahmed’s wound, cleaning it and getting it

ready to be closed. Ahmed winced.

“Steady boy. You are lucky son. The bullet

grazed past your flesh. You quite some

amount of bl0*d. But you will be fine.” The

Colonel said,

“Did we get them uncle?” Ahmed asked

The Colonel kept quiet. He concentrated on

bandaging the wound.

“I think we did. But we were outnumbered. So

I had to retreat.” The Colonel said.

“I am sorry Uncle. I should have listened to

you.” Ahmed said, very sober.

“It’s okay. I will give you 15 minutes to get

yourself together. We have to leave here

immediately. I will inject you with a serum

that will make you feel no pain. It will help you

move faster. Pack only the things you need.

They would come back. And this time, we may

not be so lucky.” The Colonel said.

“I am fine uncle. I don’t need 15 minutes. I

can start now.” Ahmed said trying to get up. A

tearing pain seared through his body. He

screamed and lay back down on the bed.

The Colonel looked at him and shook his

head.

“I may be retired son, but whenever I tell you

to jump, you jump. And if I ask you to run, or

crawl, or hold your breath, you do exactly as I

say! You do not know what you are dealing

with here. I do. I will be back in 15 minutes.”

The Colonel said and walked out of the

bedroom.

******************************************

A black kia optima parked six houses away

from The Mansion. A tall man with average

build got out of the back seat and strolled

leisurely forwards. He walked confidently

towards the gate of The Mansion. He knocked.

A very small rectangular part of the gate

opened which gave room for the gateman’s

eyes only.

“Yes, wetin you dey find?” A rough speaking

gateman said, eyeing the man suspiciously.

“Please sir, I am looking for one woman. She

said I should ask for Oga, and that you would

direct me. She gave me this card to give you.”

The man said. He resisted the urge to poke

out the red eyeballs that were staring at him

“Which nonsense card? Make I see.” The

gateman said.

The man put the card through the small

rectangular hole and the gateman collected.

After a few seconds of scrutiny, he handed the

card back to the man and opened the door for

the man to come in. The gateman directed the

man to Sophia’s wing of the house and told

him he would meet someone at the door. He

thanked the gateman and walked to the door

leading to Sophia’s wing. He pressed the bell

a few times. A very pretty steward opened the

door for him. She asked him what business he

had and he showed her the same card. She

smiled at him, handed back the card and led

him to the visitor’s lounge.

“Please make yourself comfortable sir. I will

let her know you are around.” The steward

said.

Five minutes later, the steward came back.

“I am sorry sir. She is not around. She will not

be back till tomorrow.”

“Okay.” The man said, raising his head from a

magazine he was reading.

“Can I show myself out when I am done

please?” The man asked, showing all the

charm he had.

“Okay sir.” The steward replied, chuckling.

Ten minutes later the man got up. He did not

go outside. He climbed the stairs and went

into Sophia’s room.

Sophia felt weak and exhausted. She decided

to just relax a bit after taking that much

liquor. She climbed the stairs, heading for her

room.

She opened the door to her room, shut the

door behind her and switched on the light.

She almost jumped out of her skin at what she

saw.

“Hello Agent S”.

It was the General.

Episode 24

Sophia was shocked. A million questions ran

through her mind. When? Why? How? The

General never makes himself available

physically. On one hand she could count the

number of agents in the Corporation that had

seen the General face to face. Whenever the

General makes an appearance, something was

definitely not right. She opened her mouth but

no words came out.

“Hello Agent S” The General said

He was seated on the far left corner in the

room on a wooden chair by the reading table.

He crossed his legs and smiled.

“Good Evening General. What do I owe this

huge visit?” Sophia replied with a little bit of

restored calm. She backed the door and folded

her arms.

“S. Of all my lieutenants, you are the closest

to my heart. I place you even above my son,

Tawo. So far, you haven’t given me any reason

to regret my decision.” The General said,

getting up from the chair.

He walked towards Sophia and stood less than

two yards in front of her. His eyes pierced

hers. His stare was strong, authoritative, and

commanding. She didn’t flinch. She

maintained her calm demeanor. She almost

smiled.

“Sophia, is anything wrong? Is there

something you need help with? I can reassign

Project Eva to Shina and give you a long

deserved break, maybe a vacation at the

Caribbean.” The General said.

Sophia did not break the gaze.

“I am perfectly fine sir. I will deliver the

project. Things are looking good. Sean is

already on his prerequisite professional

training and Eva has been emotionally

stabilized for her role. Getting her to give up

her emotions, her loved ones and her career

was the tricky part, but that has been done.

She understands what needs to be done and is

ready to begin. We are getting her ready for

the physicals.” Sophia replied.

“Okay. Anything else I should be aware of?”

The General asked.

Sophia paused for a while. She tried to read

the General’s expression but it was blank. The

man was as cold as ice.

“I have everything under control General.”

Sophia insisted.

The General shrugged and walked away from

Sophia. He went to her bed, dipped his hand

under the wooden support and dragged out a

small bottle of Vodka. The bottle was half full.

Sophia was surprised. How did the General

know that she kept a bottle under her bed?

“Don’t look so surprised. I know everything

about you.” The General said. He took the

bottle and walked to the door. He turned.

“I know what you just did and where you went.

You did your best. Sorry about Marshal. I

have sent an elite squad to pick up his body. I

do not expect the Colonel to be around when

the squad gets to Ahmed’s residence. But if he

is, he would be taken dead or alive. I know

everything that goes on with my Lieutenants.

If I keep doing everything myself, how would

any of you be good enough to become

General? I lie low because I need you to prove

me wrong. I am disappointed in all of you.

You are still on track with Project Eva. I will

still leave that to you. But just one mistake

from you and you will be sorry. Leave the

Colonel to me. I am going to handle him.” The

General said and walked out of the door.

Sophia had had enough for one night. She

didn’t bother taking off her clothes as she laid

on the bed, drifting into a long, much needed

sleep.

*******************************************

The Colonel entered the bedroom in exactly 15

minutes, holding a syringe. He grabbed

Ahmed’s leg and shook them, waking him up.

He sat up sluggishly. He still felt sleepy. The

Colonel gently slapped Ahmed’s cheeks

several times.

“Wake boy. We have to move!” The Colonel

said.

He tapped Ahmed’s wrist. When he got a vein,

he injected the serum into Ahmed’s body.

“That should fix you. Do not carry anything

that would slow us down. Just your phones,

your ATM cards and a face cap. Remember

your guns,” The Colonel said.

Five minutes later, both men hurried out of the

compound in Ahmed’s Mazda mpv with the

Colonel at the wheel. As they turned into the

freeway, two black military Ford Vans went

passed them and into Ahmed’s street. The

Colonel sensed danger and stepped on the

accelerator. The Colonel checked his rear view

mirror as he drove, looking out for any tracers.

He had driven for about 6 minutes when he

noticed a black land cruiser jeep tailing him.

“Son, look in the rear view mirror. Notice

anything?” The Colonel asked Ahmed.

Ahmed looked in the mirror. He studied the

mirror for a couple of minutes.

“We have a tail Uncle.” Ahmed replied.

“Now, this is how you lose a tracker. Watch

me” The Colonel said.

The Colonel stepped on the accelerator,

increasing his speed to 100km/hr. There were

few cars on the express way. The Land Cruiser

jeep was no longer in view. Ahmed smiled.

“That was easy.” Ahmed said grinning.

The Colonel kept a straight face and his eyes

on the rear view. A few minutes later, the jeep

materialized.

“What took you so long?” The Colonel said to

himself, a little smile creeping up his face.

“Put on your seat belt Ahmed. It’s going to be

a very rough ride.” The Colonel said.

Ahmed quickly strapped himself in his chair.

The Colonel switched to the final gear and hit

the accelerator. He sped past other cars on

the high way, swerving left and right without

reducing speed. The tires screeched as the

swerved. Ahmed was surprised at how the

Colonel was still able to switch on the

trafficator just before he swerved and overtook

the cars. The Colonel had completely forgotten

that a brake existed.

The jeep was coming very close to them now,

as both vehicles moved at high speed. The

Colonel swerved to the right lane, taking his

feet off the accelerator. As the car’s speed

dropped steadily, the jeep got closer. The jeep

left the car’s rear swerved left and was

coming level with The Colonel.

“Yes. More…Just a little more…” The Colonel

said,

“Ahmed, Give me your gun. Now!” The Colonel

barked.

Ahmed handed over his .43 automatic pistol

to his Uncle. As the jeep reduced speed, the

colonel took the gun in his left hand. He rolled

down his window, aimed and shot the jeep’s

front tyre. There was a deafening sound as the

tyre burst and began to wobble. The Colonel

suddenly stepped on the accelerator, catching

his tracker unawares.

He was about 20 meters away when he

suddenly stepped on the brakes and swerved

the steering in a U-turn. The tires screeched.

The jeep was moving at 40km/hr now, trying

to balance and park properly. The Colonel put

the car in gear 2, approaching the jeep’s

direction. He hit the brakes, got his head out

of the window and aimed at the jeep’s driver

as the car got closer. The man driving the

jeep, sensing danger opened the door and

tried to get out. The Colonel pulled the

trigger. It was a head shot. The bullet pierced

the windscreen, hitting the driver on his

forehead.

The Colonel put the car in reverse. As he

reversed, he aimed at the fuel tank on the

jeep. He fired. The jeep went up in flames.

Ahmed curled up in his chair as he watched in

awe at everything his uncle did. The Colonel

turned the car around, moved forwards far

away from the burning car and parked.

He looked at Ahmed. He smiled as he opened

the door.

“Take the wheel. Let’s get out of here.”

THREE YEARS LATER . . .

Episode 25

Sean’s private jet touched down at exactly

6pm. He wore a white tailored shirt, his black

tie slightly loose. His sleeves were folded and

stopped a few inches just below his elbows,

while his jacket was on the seat opposite him.

He looked very handsome and rich. His hair

was cut very low and dark with sporting waves

flowing on it. He wore finely shaped pretty

side burns. As the jet taxied to its hangar, he

finished the glass of champagne on his table,

looking out of the window. The limited edition

diamond watch on his left wrist glittered. A

man in black suit walked over from the cabin,

handing Sean an Ipad. Sean brought out a

Cuban cigar from a small gold case.

“We are here sir. This is a list of five star

hotels we have for you to choose from.” The

security detail said, swiping the screen of the

Ipad.

“Wait. Wait. Go back. Yes. That one. What

hotel is that?” Sean asked with confidence,

nibbling his cigar.

“That’s WheatBaker Hotel, Ikoyi.” The man

replied.

“Take me there.” Sean demanded.

“Wonderful choice sir. I will make the

arrangements.” The man said.

“Thank you, Austin.” Sean said.

The door to the jet opened, and the automatic

ladder was released. Sean picked his jacket

and got up from the leather seat. He put the

jacket on, his cigar in his mouth and walked

to the door. As the cool evening breeze blew

his face, he smiled. He had missed home. He

walked down the ladder to a waiting black

limousine stretch. Austin who was behind him,

got the door for him. Sean got in the luxury

car, relaxing his muscular frame in the chair.

Austin entered through the opposite door,

reading out the itinerary of the evening.

Sean put up his hand, signaling that Austin

be quiet.

“I really want to close my eyes for one hour

and not have you rambling in my ears Austin.

Okay? I would really appreciate it.” Sean said.

“Okay Boss” Austin replied, putting off his

Ipad.

He pressed a button and a small black barrier

which separated them from the driver opened

sideways.

“Hotel number three.” Austin said to the

driver.

The driver nodded.

As the compartment closed again, the driver

pressed a button on a screen to the right of

his steering wheel. Different hotels appeared

on the screen with a navigation guide to each

destination. He continued to press the button

until he got to the third hotel. WheatBaker

Hotel showed on the screen. Beside it, a

navigation route to get there. The driver knew

the place perfectly well. He did not need the

navigation system. He shut down the screen,

put the Limousine into gear and drove away

from the airport.

Sean opened the small gold case he took the

Cuban cigar from, got out a small cutter, and

took a little bit off the head of the cigar. He

put the cigar back in his mouth. Instinctively,

Austin got out a lighter, feeding Sean’s cigar.

Sean puffed and blew smoke.

He could not wait to really relax. He was

happy to be home.

*************************************************

Eva kissed him passionately like her life

depended on it. As she kissed, she rubbed his

pot belly and pushed her other hand inside his

pants. He grunted as she touched him,

squeezing her br3ast through her gown and

scattering her hair. He was experiencing

pleasure from a professional runz girl. He had

only his trousers on. Eva used her tongue on

the sensitive parts of his upper body,

caressing the massive hair on his chest. He

almost went into a spasm, blabbing

incoherently. She kissed him lightly on the

cheek, getting up from his bulky frame.

“No baby, don’t stop.” The man begged.

“Relax honey. The fun is just about to begin.”

Eva said, winking and blowing him a seductive

kiss.

He licked his lips and rubbed his palms

together.

“Baby, let me freshen up. Better be ready when

I get back.” Eva said slowly and deliberately,

dragging the ‘ready’.

“How about the pool, baby? Do we have it to

ourselves? You know how I am with other

people in the same water I swim in.” Eva

asked pulling off her top over her head.

“Oh, that. Give me a few seconds.” The man

said.

He made a phone call.

“Done sweetheart.” The man said.

She blew him a kiss, got her purse and took

out a female contraceptive. She brandished it

in front of the man seductively and turned.

She wriggled her bum as she shut the door

behind her. Eva took out a lipstick from her

purse. She turned the lipstick anti clockwise. It

opened. There were two drugs. A red capsule

and a green one. She put the drugs in her

mouth, hiding them under her tongue. She

stripped nak3d and had a quick shower. Eva

got out of the bathroom with only a towel on.

Her hair fell behind her shoulders as her

sparkling dark skin shone in the bright room.

She smiled as she shut the bathroom door.

She walked erotically to the bed where the

man was lying down, wearing nothing but his

boxer shorts. She kissed him again, igniting

his whole body with fiery passion.

She kissed his ears, trailing her tongue from

his earlobe to his fleshy neck. As she kissed

his neck, she kept her eyes on him, waiting for

his most vulnerable point. As he closed his

eyes, enjoying the tease, she released the

capsules from under her tongue and broke

them with her teeth still inside her mouth. As

the capsule began to melt in her mouth, she

immediately went to his lips and began

kissing him furiously, passing the contents of

her mouth into his. He was too excited to

notice. The odorless and tasteless candy

capsule melted in both mouths as she kissed

and touched his most sensitive parts.

The red capsule was designed to stop the

user’s heart 15seconds after melting. The

green capsule was going to neutralize the

detection of any foul play when the forensics

team checked for cause of death. He would be

certified dead from a heart attack. They were

called Twin Silencers and had to be

administered at the exact same time. As Eva

kissed him, she began counting down silently.

She kissed him faster and kneaded his

nippl3s. When she had counted up to 8, she

began to feel her heartbeat slowing. She got

up from the man.

“Hey baby. Where are you going?” He asked

trying to get up

“Hold on baby. Let me get the contraceptive

from the bathroom.” She said pushing him

gently back on bed.

She felt herself getting out of breath. She

hurried into the bathroom and got her purse.

Inside one of its very thin pockets, she got out

a small syringe about the size of a toothpick.

She tapped her arm, got a vein and quickly

injected the syringe. It contained the antidote

to the Twin Silencers. She was already losing

breath when she injected herself. Her

heartbeat began to rise and then stabilized.

She opened the bathroom door and got out.

The Chief of Army Staff was dead.

Now she had to leave the premises. Their suite

was on the first floor. She went to the balcony

and looked down from the railing. The pool

was empty and there was no one in sight. She

put on her panty and her s#xy bra. She had

practiced diving at this height twice a day for

six weeks. Missions like this irked her. They

were too simple and straightforward. It did

not really give her the kick and adrenalin rush

she was used to for eight months now.

She took in a deep breath and plunged from

the railing of the balcony, into the pool. She

felt tempted to remain in the water and enjoy

the cooling sensation it gave. But time was of

the essence. She got to the edge of the pool

and came out, dripping wet. As she

approached the changing room she silently

prayed that Shina had her escape route ready.

She entered the changing room. She saw a

shopping bag on the floor. The bag contained

everything she needed. She smiled.

She took out a towel from the bag and

mopped her body. There was a waitress outfit

in the bag. The exact type as the one used in

the hotel. She dressed up as quickly as she

could. By now she was sure that the Chief’s

body would have been found. She removed the

blue contact lens in her eyes and replaced

them with green ones. She took out her

artificial detachable fingernails and the

eyelashes. There was a face contortion, a

piece of gum, a lighter, a wig and scissors in

the bag. She removed the wrapper of the gum.

A small map was designed on the gum. It was

her escape route. She memorized the map,

threw the gum in her mouth and chewed. She

closed her eyes. She loosened the Brazilian

hair the chief had bought for hair earlier in the

day and cut it into tiny shreds. She wore the

wig and the face contortion. The face

contortion was like a transparent mask. It

changed her facial features, giving her an

oblong face and high cheek bones. She put the

shreds of hair into the shopping bag and set it

on fire. She threw the lighter in the flames and

shut the changing room door.

Eva opened the back door. She walked through

a long corridor till she came to the kitchen

entrance. There was only one Chef on duty and

he seemed to be more concerned with the

carrots he was chopping. He looked up, saw

Eva and continued with his carrots. Eva took

an aluminum tray from the cutting table and

moved to the restaurant section of the hotel.

There was no one in the restaurant. She went

left and opened a door leading to the

reception. A pretty lady was at the desk. Eva

leaned forwards on the reception table, hiding

the tray behind her and mumbled a few

incoherent words. The receptionist could not

hear what Eva was saying so she came closer.

As the receptionist leaned forwards, Eva hit

her hard on the side of her face with the tray.

The receptionist slumped.

Eva smiled at the cameras. She knew that

everything was being captured by the

cameras. She cat walked out of the reception,

with the tray in hand.

A parked black Lexus Jeep to Eva’s left

flashed it headlights twice as Eva stepped out

of the hotel. She crossed her hand across her

shoulders. The Jeep sped to where she was.naijacard

She got in and they sped away.

“How was it?” Shina asked at the wheel,

looking sideways at her.

“Piece of cake.” Eva said.

Episode 26

The Colonel woke up slowly, stretching his

arms and trying to stifle a yawn. It had been a

long night. He had driven for hours and his

back was beginning to ache. He was now in

Akure, hours after driving nonstop from Benin

City, Edo State. He had booked and paid for

the hotel reservation online using a fake ID

and money from one of his alias bank

accounts. Hiding was easy but expensive. He

was glad that the country had gotten to the

stage where everything was done almost

paperless. The hotel sent him a 4 pin code

that served as his suite key. He arrived at the

hotel in the dead of night, punched in the 4

pin code and got to his suite. He landed on

the bed fully clothed sleeping off almost

immediately. Ahmed however was more alert.

Over the years he had now become very

vigilant. He suspected everything. He even

suspected the air he breathed sometimes.

Ahmed did not sleep. He went from the toilet,

to the bathroom, to the living room and then

into the bedroom, looking carefully and

searching for anything remotely suspicious

and out of place. He lifted vases, opened

covers, searched the wall for bugs, ran the

taps, and checked the furniture. He was

extremely thorough. They had been to half the

states in the country in the space of 35

months. They never stayed in one place for

too long. That was the price they had to pay

for pitching their tent against the Ghost’s

Corporation.

The Colonel looked round the huge bedroom of

the five- star hotel they had lodged in. Ahmed

was nowhere to be found. Throwing the duvet

aside, he climbed out of bed, and walked into

the living room. Ahmed stood arms akimbo

facing the wall. Newspaper clippings in

different shapes and sizes were pinned to the

wall. For three years Ahmed had been

carefully observing perfectly orchestrated

assassinations, high profile murders and

unexplainable disappearances of political

hotshots. Every morning when he got the daily

newspaper, he cut out parts that caught his

fancy and kept them. Wherever they set up

camp, he took the clippings out and studied

them. He tried to find a pattern. He

desperately wanted to understand the motive

behind the killings. Every day at dawn, he

painstakingly scrutinized the clippings looking

for any form of clue. And every time he ended

up angry and frustrated. He got more

confused by the day. He had no doubts in his

mind that the Ghosts were behind these

murders. They were efficient and invisible. Yet,

he strongly believed that there had to be a

weak spot. There had to be a slight loop hole.

And it was that loop hole he sought to find.

Two days earlier, the Chief of army staff had

died in a hotel in Lagos. Autopsy reports had

it that he suffered a strong heart attack.

Rumor had it that the woman who he had

intimate relations with was too hot for him to

handle. Others said that he loved to

ma5turbate and had done one too many, the

last one being his undoing. The official report

from the Army Barracks had it that he was

only resting after a long meeting when he died

in his sleep.

After Ahmed read the news, he cut it out and

added it to his collection of clippings. He

hacked into the hospital’s server to access the

Chief’s medical history. The Chief had no prior

heart issue, and for five years running had

never missed his appointment with the

doctors. The doctors passed him fit at the last

checkup two months back. His wife and four

children were based outside the country and

kept in touch regularly. He got an

unannounced promotion just recently and was

a very happy man.

Ahmed suspected foul play.

The Colonel walked up behind him, placing his

left hand on Ahmed’s right shoulder. Without

looking back, Ahmed greeted,

“Good Morning Uncle. Trust you are refreshed

after that irresistible nap?” Ahmed said.

“Yes boy. I am. What was it with the entire

search you were conducting last night? I was

too tired to get up and ask you. Do I sense

some form of paranoia boy?” The Colonel

sounded worried.

“Uncle, you have taught me a lot these few

years. Part of what I have learned from you is

to always be aware of my surroundings. One

can never be too certain of how safe he is.

Extra precaution has to be taken Uncle.”

Ahmed said, his eyes still fixed on the

newspaper clippings.

“Spoken like a true soldier. Any luck with

those?” The Colonel said pointing at the wall.

Ahmed shook his head.

“Uncle, do you know anyone in the late Chief

of Army Staff’s cabinet that we can coerce to

speak to us? I smell a rat in the stories going

round about the cause of death. Something is

not right.” Ahmed said facing his uncle.

“I actually do. I personally got Mustapha the

position of Chief of Army Staff six years ago.

And along with that, I planted my spies. One

of his security details is a trusted servant.

Hold on.” The Colonel said.

The Colonel got out his phone and inserted

the new sim card he got the day before. It was

registered to the Alias that paid for the hotel.

“Son, set your stop watch to 18 seconds. It

takes 20 minutes for a pro to trace a call. I do

not know if the mole has been compromised.

When I start talking, begin the countdown.

Stop me immediately the timer ends.” The

Colonel said and Ahmed nodded.

He dialed the number.

There was a click on the other end of the line

showing that the mole had picked the call.

The Colonel signaled to Ahmed to start the

timer. He obliged.

“Chameleon Brown. It’s Alpha speaking.” The

Colonel said

“Sorry. Wrong number please.” The voice at

the other end replied.

“What really happened to Strong Man?” The

Colonel persisted

“Baby, d–n. Did you see that? She just killed

that man and dived into the pool through the

window. Wow! She left her gown and that

rough bouncer has picked it up. Baby you are

missing! In fact it seems I am going to wait

for you to finish so you can join me o. This

movie is so interesting. I want…” The man was

saying but the Colonel cut in.

“Excuse me? Please can I talk to Chameleon

Brown? It’s really urgent.” The colonel

pleaded.

“Oga, I said this is a wrong number. What is

your problem? Can’t I enjoy my movie in

peace? Can you…” He was saying angrily but

the Colonel dropped the call on him.

“How many seconds?” The Colonel asked

asked Ahmed

“16 seconds.” Ahmed replied and continued,

“Seems like you dialed the wrong number.”

The Colonel put off the phone, opened the

back cover and took out the sim card. He

scratched the gold area of the sim with the

back cover of the phone, and then broke the

sim in two.

“Actually, it was the correct number.” The

Colonel said, walking to a chair. He sat down

and crossed his legs smiling mischievously.

“I don’t understand Uncle” Ahmed said folding

his arms across his chest.

“Mustapha was killed by a female. She

escaped through the window, diving into the

pool below their hotel. She may have forgotten

to take a piece of clothing along. It’s with one

of the bouncers.” The Colonel said.

“Or Uncle, she may have left it deliberately to

set the police on the wrong track. The Ghosts

are very smart.” Ahmed said walking towards

his uncle. He continued.

“Can I access the internet from this building? I

want to dig into the hotel surveillance. I also

want to check the architectural design of the

hotels. Doors, windows, suites, corridors,

pathways, and everything that I can lay my

hands on.”

“I know some access codes and encrypted

hash tags you can use to override the Access

Control Protocols that protect the firewalls

you may encounter. However, I just made a

transmission from this location by calling my

informant. Making another transmission is

pushing it too far. I know a place where we

can go. We leave at dusk.” The Colonel said

with a tone of finality.

He picked up the Intercom and called kitchen.

***********************************************

Sean finished his early morning ritual drowned

in his own sweat. His muscles rippled under

his sleeveless shirt and his skin glowed under

his own perspiration. He was not satisfied

with the day’s work out. He still had more

energy to burn. He prostrated on the gym

floor, balanced himself on his hands and toes,

and began to do push-ups.

“1, 2, 3, 4…” he counted as he pumped. He

was feeling the strain and bulge in his biceps.

He loved it. He loved the pain. He had become

so accustomed to pain. In the previous year,

he had spent four months in interrogation by

the harshest standards.

“51, 52…” he counted as he pumped.

He switched to pumping with one hand.

“58, 59… 60.” He groaned the last number and

turned on his back. He was breathing hard

and fast, his heart trying to adjust to the huge

demand of bl0*d from his body.

As he breathed, he fell into revelry,

remembering all that happened eight months

ago:

8 months ago:

Sean hurried to the roof of the Civic Center. It

was 5am. He was disguised as a member of

the Lagos State Elite Sniper Team. It was

campaign season in the country and every

eligible candidate was flaunting posters,

carrying out different campaign strategies and

lobbying for voters’ support.

The governor was running for second term and

was scheduled to hold a campaign parade

later in the morning. The Governor and his

entourage would start their open air parade at

9am, starting off at Ajah, up until CMS bus

stop. Therefore the amount of security

provided was immense. There was a convoy of

police cars, a huge number of armed foot

soldiers and helicopters flying around. The

Ghosts had worked their magic and Sean had

been included in the Sniper team. There were

50 snipers in all. His designation was at the

top of the Civic center. Snipers lined almost

every high rise building on the Ozumba

Mbadiwe road. He was dressed in a police

uniform with “SNIPER” written boldly behind

and in front. He kept radio communication

with the rest of the team as he set up his

Sniper rifle adjusting the focus and scanning

other roof tops for similar weapons.

Earlier that morning just before the snipers

were dispatched, the Sniper Commander had

assembled them and gave them a harangue.

The order from the Sniper commander was:

“Make sure there are no infidels out there!” He

charged and continued

“The Governor is in full view of the public.

Make sure there are no smart as5es up on

that roof! You see a threat, you take it out!!!

Nothing and I repeat Nothing happens to the

governor on my watch! Copy that?!!!” The

Sniper commander yelled.

“Yes sir!!!” The snipers replied.

However, Sophia’s instructions were simpler:

“Take out the Governor”.

PREVIOUSLY ON “AN EVENING WITH EVA”:

“I know you have been working hard. And I am

very glad that you are doing very well. Your

father would be very pleased with you. Only if

he were alive. I was at the window area

yesterday. I saw a number of men in black

suits and wearing dark shades. What was

happening?”– Eva’s Mum

“They are security details attached to my

boss, mummy. She came into town yesterday.”

– Eva

“Okay my daughter. God will bless her. I have

to thank her before I leave” – Eva’s mum

“I think someone should check that out. It

looks pretty messy” – Sophia

“No! I am fine” – Bruno.

“Steady boy. You are lucky son. The bullet

grazed your flesh. You lost quite some

amount of bl0*d. But you will be fine.” – The

Colonel

“Did we get them uncle?” – Ahmed

“I think we did. But we were outnumbered. I

had to retreat.” – The Colonel

“Please sir, I am looking for one woman. She

said I should ask for Oga, and that you would

direct me. She gave me this card to give you.

Can I show myself out when I am done

please?” – The General

“Hello Agent S” – The General.

“Things are looking good. Sean is already on

his prerequisite professional training and Eva

has been emotionally stabilized for her role.

Getting her to give up her emotions, her loved

ones and her career was the tricky part, but

that has been done. She understands what

needs to be done and is ready to begin. I have

everything under control General.” – Sophia

“Wake boy. We have to move!” – The Colonel

“We have a tail Uncle.” – Ahmed

“Now, this is how you lose a tracker. Watch

me. Put on your seat belt Ahmed. It’s going to

be a very rough ride.”” – The Colonel

“We are here sir. This is a list of five star

hotels we have for you to choose from.

WheatBaker Hotel, Ikoyi.” – Austin

“Take me there” – Sean

“How was it?” – Shina

“Piece of cake.” – Eva.

“Uncle, you have taught me a lot these few

years. One can never be too certain of how

safe he is. Extra precaution has to be taken.”

– Ahmed

“Spoken like a true soldier. Any luck with

those?” – The Colonel.

“Do you know anyone in the late Chief of Army

Staff’s cabinet that we can coerce to speak to

us? I smell a rat in the stories going round

about the cause of death. Something is not

right.” – Ahmed

“Actually, it was the correct number.

Mustapha was killed by a female. She escaped

through the window, diving into the pool

below their hotel. She may have forgotten to

take a piece of clothing along. It’s with one of

the bouncers.” – The Colonel.

“Make sure there are no infidels out there! The

Governor is in full view of the public. Make

sure there are no smart as5es up on that roof!

You see a threat, you take it out!!! Nothing

and I repeat NOTHING happens to the

governor on my watch! Copy that?!!!” – Sniper

commander

“Take out the Governor” – Sophia

AND NOW. . . 27

Sean’s heartbeat rose as the seconds grew

closer. It was a few minutes to 9am. The

Sniper commander had just radioed, saying

that the Governor and his convoy were very

close and would pass by any moment. He

demanded sharpness now more than ever.

Beads of sweat broke out on Sean’s forehead.

He was nervous. Who wouldn’t be? Asides the

fact that he had to take out the number one

citizen of the state, this was his final test. His

performance would determine the next thing

that happened to him. Still sprawled on the

roof top he looked through the lens of the

sniper rifle positioned on a small tripod stand.

The street beneath him was free of cars but

filled with armed police men who were

desperately trying to control the teeming

crowd and still watch out for strays. He

slotted in the only available single long silver

bullet and snapped the bullet chamber shut.

He needed only one shot. He closed his eyes

and waited. Closing his eyes always helped

him gather his thoughts. It made him focus on

the task at hand and helped block out any

form of distractions.

A few minutes later, he heard sounds of

drumming and fanfare. The trumpets blared at

heightened tempo while the drummers

desperately tried to match the intensity of the

blasts. They were close by. He opened his

eyes. His heartbeat was intense. But he had to

do it. He had come too far to stop now. He

could not help it. He put his left eye on the

lens and closed his right eye. The Governor

was about 5 knots to his left, standing

through the open roof of his car and waving to

the ecstatic crowd who chanted his name. He

waited as the Governor’s car moved slowly

into the target zone. Sean’s hands were

sweaty under his black cotton gloves. He

suddenly felt the need to ease himself. He

fought it. Sophia’s words rang in his head:

“Take out the Governor”.

He put his right forefinger in the trigger hole.

As the Governor’s car moved, slowly entering

the target zone, Sean’s finger slowly grabbed

the trigger. The Governor was finally in the

zone. The target mark was on his head. Sean

pulled the trigger. 20 meters to his left, the

Governor fell on his head. Dead.

There was commotion everywhere as the

crowd scattered in different directions. The

Campaign carnival had suddenly turned into a

bl0*d bath. The Governor was immediately

pulled inside the car. The once slow cars that

moved at snail pace during the parade now

sped dangerously through Ozumba Mbadiwe,

rushing to get the Governor medical attention.

The armed police men were confused and

surprised at the same time. Nobody envisaged

this. Nobody knew what to do.

From his ground position the Sniper

Commander stood perplexed. He looked

through his highly powered ultra-binoculars at

the rooftops of the nearest buildings.

He spoke into his radio:

“Snipers! Maintain your positions! No body

moves! I repeat, NOBODY MOVES!” He

screamed

As he spoke, he scanned the entire sky rise

buildings, making sure that each sniper was in

place as commanded. As he radioed the

choppers for a head count, whilst scanning

the rooftops with his binoculars, he noticed

one of the sniper posts without a sniper.

“Code Red. Track down Sniper 038 now!” He

ordered

Sean got up very quickly, moving away from

the edge of the roof. There was a small door

on the roof which also served as a fire escape.

He opened the door, revealing a stairwell that

led to the ground floor. As he hurried down

the stairs, he took off this sniper uniform. He

had another uniform underneath which had

RRS written back and front. He was on the

third floor when he heard the radio call from

the Sniper commander. There was a gun and a

helmet by the landing of the second floor. He

wore the helmet and took the gun. He got out

through the back door looking very smart. He

saw a team of RRS soldiers and joined them.

They nodded at him as they walked in a

group. They had walked for fifteen minutes,

searching every nook and cranny when a grey

Peugeot car pulled over. A man opened the

door and called to him.

“Hey you. Come in here.” The man pointed to

Sean.

Everything was going according to plan. This

was the exact way Sophia had said he would

be extracted. He felt relieved.

Immediately he got into the car and shut the

door, he knew he was in trouble.

There was no one he recognized in the bus.

As he calculated his options on how to

escape, a punch hit him on the face from

nowhere. He felt bl0*d trickle from his nose.

Before he could react, someone put a wet

handkerchief on his nose. He could not

breathe. There was some form of liquid on the

handkerchief. It smelt like sulfur.

Sean passed out.

Episode 28

Two men walked into a huge bakery. One of

them was tall dark and huge. He looked like a

thug. His biceps and chest rippled and

struggled against his tight black body

hugging t-shirt. He walked behind the other

man who was plump, had a bulging stomach

and was dressed in a suit. He was below

average height and smoked a cigarette. Smoke

filled the whole atmosphere as sweaty workers

mixed flour. They divided the mixed flour,

cutting it into different sizes and panning it.

They did not bother to acknowledge the men

as they walked past them, opening a small

door that led into a corridor. One of the men

was the Boss and had previously warned that

the workers always carry on with their work

anytime he came by. He detested recognition.

They closed the door behind them. There were

in another room now. It was a very tiny room

with pipes carrying water lining the walls on

both sides. They walked quietly for a while till

they got to the end of the room.

There was yet another man sitting on a chair

by the wall. Bloodied face, swollen lips and

one black eye that was now temporarily half

closed. The man looked up at his visitors, his

hands tied to his sides on the metal chair he

sat on.

“Water. Wa..tttt..ee..rrrrrrrr” The man muttered

almost out of breath. He was barely audible.

One of the two men, who was the Boss,

brought out a plastic bottle of water from his

jacket and handed it to his partner.

“He want’s water. Shark, Let’s give him some

water.” The boss said.

“Yes Boss.” Shark said.

Shark opened the water and approached Sean.

As Sean opened his mouth, Shark bent the

bottle in a vertical position and began to

gently pour. As Sean began to gulp, Shark

moved the bottle away from his mouth. He

slowly and deliberately poured the water on

the floor beside Sean, laughing wickedly as

the contents of the bottle emptied on the dirty

floor. Sean almost cried. He leaned his head

backwards and closed his eyes. He knew he

was going to die there. When it would

eventually happen, he had no idea. But he was

very convinced it would happen pretty soon.

The room was very small, cramped with pipes

on the walls on both sides. The only source of

light was a small bulb on the ceiling that

came on only when he had visitors. There was

a fan on the ceiling that croaked and worked

at an agonizingly slow pace. He was sweaty

most of the time. The whizzing of the pipes

when water passed through them was now

music to his ears. His only companion was

his thoughts.

He had lost track of day and time and had no

idea where he was. A very frail old man who

seemed in his late 70’s had brought him food

before his current visitors arrived. He did not

know if it was twice a day or once a day. The

last time the Old man visited seemed like an

eternity. He had tried to converse with the

man. The old man did not speak English or

any of the languages Sean had mastered. It

sounded to Sean like he spoke Tiv. The Old

man eventually managed a little, “me don’t

hear. Me speak” before feeding Sean with the

usual meager bowl of tasteless rice just

enough to sustain him. He was not even

strong enough to question the old man or to

strain his brain, so he let the Old man be. He

knew they were keeping him alive for a

reason. Maybe these two men were going to

tell him.

Shark dropped the bottle of water, squatting in

front of Sean.

“Did you kill the Governor?” The Boss asked

just behind Shark

“Who? What Governor? Is he dead?” Sean said

slowly.

Shark landed a heavy punch to Sean’s

stomach just below his rib cage. Sean yelped

in pain as spurts of bl0*d escaped his mouth.

He tried desperately to catch his breath.

They waited for Sean to get himself together.

“I am going to ask you one more time Sean.

Did you kill the Governor?” The Boss queried.

Sean looked up at the man. He was feeling

faint. He just wanted to die and give

everything up. It was not worth it. He wanted

to just spill everything but he thought about

his mother. She had done nothing and she did

not deserve to die for his crimes. He was

going to do this on his own. The Ghosts

always keep their word. As long as he kept

mute, his mother would be safe. They had

honor. These men interrogating him did not.

He had no doubts about that. He was ready to

die.

“I..do… not… know… what…you… are… talking

about.” Sean said very slowly.

“Are you crazy? You are talking back at the

Boss like that? What the fvck is wrong with

you boy?” Shark said irritated at Sean.

He made to hit Sean again but the Boss

stopped him.

“Stop. Easy Shark, easy.” The Boss said.

Shark moved away for the Boss, going farther

away from Sean. The Boss now took Shark’s

position. Only he did not squat.

“Sean, you are within an inch of your life right

now. We can protect you. Change your life.

Give you a new identity. Anything you want,

just name it. It would be documented and

signed. Its full proof, fail safe and very

genuine. We need people like you on our side

Sean. But first we need to bring down the bad

guys. And we need your help. We will make

you disappear. The whole government is

behind you on this one. You can disappear

anywhere in the world. It’s totally your choice.

The man you killed had a family. A wife, kids.

A duty. He was loved by everyone. The

Government is working at super speed. We

have a lot of good clues. The people won’t

rest till they have the killer’s head on full

display. That head doesn’t have to be yours

Sean. Do you understand me?” The Boss

asked.

Sean nodded.

Sean closed his eyes. He smiled within him.

These men were very good, but not good

enough. If he was a rookie, he might have

been bought over. He knew this routine the

way he knew his name. Good cop, bad cop.

The bad cop comes first, threatening and

abusing. Tries to scare the living daylight out

of the suspect. Then when that doesn’t work

out, then the good cop comes in. He acts like

he really cares, tries to be reasonable. Offers a

bottle of water, coffee or food. He tries to

warm up to you. He is the deadliest.

“Are you with me Sean?” The Boss asked.

Sean opened his eyes. Slowly he said “Yes, I

am”

“Good boy. Now who sent you to kill the

Governor?” The Boss asked.

“I do not know what you are talking about.”

Sean repeated.

The Boss kept his cool and walked to Shark.

He whispered something in his ears. Shark

gave Sean another trademark punch. Sean’s

chair rocked. They left him there and closed

the door.

The visits continued and the torture increased.

The food reduced and he hardly got enough

water for a day. Every time, they asked him

the same question. Every time they got the

same answer. He had emaciated so much.

The sixth day came. They visited him as

usual. He had sores on his skin. He could

barely talk. His breathing was labored.

He could not open his eyes.

They met a pool of vomit and bl0*d by his

feet.

“He won’t make it. He can’t die here. Take

him to the electric room. Let’s end his

miserable life there. What a waste!” The Boss

said to Shark spitting beside Sean.

Shark untied Sean and carried him like a

groom lifting his wife for bedding.

Sean said a short prayer in his mind.

The end had finallly come.

Episode 29

Sean woke up in a very comfortable bed. He

felt the drip in his right hand as he shifted on

his side. He closed his eyes and opened it

again. He was not dead after all. He was not

in a hospital. That much he knew. He was in a

prepared room. The walls were padded with

white wallpapers. He needed to ease himself of

the pee that now filled his bladder. He felt

stronger than he ever been a few days ago. He

got up slowly from the bed and grabbed the

iron stand that held his drip steady. He

opened the bathroom, eased himself and came

back on the bed. He closed his eyes and slept

off.

As the days went by he got stronger and his

bruises healed. He got back a lot of lost

weight and looked as handsome as he once

was. He had begun doing exercises now. On

the eight day he started doing ten push-ups.

He gradually increased to twenty and then

fifty. He thrived in the pain. He loved the

strain in his muscles. In his entire life he never

really exercised. He was just a computer geek

who loved the keyboard. Now he added a little

muscle in his game.

A pretty nurse came to the room twice daily.

She was his gossip companion. She brought

him food, checked his vitals and made sure he

was okay. He had tried without any luck to get

her to tell him how he got there. He asked her

who employed her and where he was. She had

told him that she did not know anything and

was just a nurse. Every day she was picked

from home, blindfolded in a car and the

blindfold was taken off only when she was in

the flat. She was being paid handsomely for

her job and she did not mind the blindfold.

Her father needed the money for the treatment

of his arthritis. She was blindfolded on the

way home too and released at her door step.

“How did you get the job?” Sean asked.

“I got a call from a strange number telling me

about a job offer. It was too good to be true

so the man planned a meeting. We met at

KFC Yaba and reached an agreement about

the fee. He told me about the blindfold. I did

not hesitate. I have not seen the man since

then” The nurse said

“How many men pick you from your house and

drop you off every day?” Sean had asked on

the eleventh day.

“A black Mercedes E Series pulls up outside

my gate every morning. I go in the back seat

and have small talk with the three men in the

car. I get blindfolded till we enter a

compound. I am guided into a living room by

one of the men and then the blindfold is taken

off. When I am done with you, I walk back into

the sitting room and knock on door that leads

outside. Someone comes in, blindfolds me and

leads me to the car. I have never seen the

same person twice. Why do you ask?” She

asked

“Nothing really, I was just curious.” Sean

answered.

Sean had previously wandered out of the room

he was in. The house was a mini flat which

had just a single bedroom that served as his

‘hospital’, and the living room. The door that

led out of the living room was securely locked

from the outside. He had been carefully

planning his escape. But he needed the girl.

He had developed a soft spot for the nurse.

She was intelligent, pretty and s#xy. He had

always dreamed of dating a nurse. No matter

how hard he tried, he could not get her off his

mind. She was the only person he had contact

with for about two weeks. Their conversations

had gotten more personal and he was freer

around her. He was no longer on drips so she

only brought him food and kept him company.

On the sixteenth day, Sean had just finished

working out and decided to have a shower. He

got out of the shower and came into his room

clad only in a towel to meet Bimbo the nurse

in his bed. She turned as he closed the

bathroom door. Her jaw dropped when she

saw his wet body, his muscular chest and his

tight six packs. She almost wanted to run her

hands around his torso. He looked so fit and

handsome.

“Ehmmm…Ehmmm… I did not know you were

going to be ehmmm… wow” Bimpe said.

“It’s okay jor. It is not like I am totally nak3d

or something.” Sean replied and continued

“What brings you here so early?”

“I just came to inform you that I would not be

coming here after today. I came to say

goodbye.” Bimbo said.

Sean sat beside her and took the card she

gave him. It was a very pretty card which

described how much she was going to miss

him.

He took her hands and looked into her eyes.

“Thank you so much for everything Bimbo. I

will never forget you.” Sean said.

As Sean finished his statement Bimbo leaned

forwards and kissed him lightly on the lips.

The kiss lasted for a little less than five

seconds. Sean looked pleasantly surprised. He

broke the kiss and eyed her suspiciously.

“I have been dying to do that for a very long

time.” She said and blushed.

“And I have been dying to do this…” Sean

replied.

He leaned forwards and kissed her lips. He

held her face in his hands as her lips

swallowed his. They rolled on the bed, their

bodies intertwined; their lips still locked in a

kiss and proceeded to take themselves to

heights of unimaginable ecstasy.

Three hours later, Bimbo was dressed and

ready to leave. She smiled at Sean as though

acknowledging that she had a wonderful time.

As she made her way to the sitting room, she

noticed footsteps behind her. She turned and

saw Sean following her.

“What do you think you are doing Sean? You

cannot be seen with me!” Bimbo whispered

Sean walked up to her.

“Do you trust me?” He asked holding her

hands.

“I do but…” Bimbo started but Sean cut her

short.

“Then please believe in me. Go ahead. Knock

on the door.” Sean urged her.

“Are you sure about this?” Bimbo asked, fear

in her eyes.

“Yes baby. I am sure. Now go.”

Sean sandwiched himself beside the door.

Bimbo composed herself and knocked twice on

the door. He heard a lock open and then the

gate squeaked as the door opened. A man

stepped into the room. He saw Sean. Before

he could react, Sean hit the light switch. The

room went dark. With lightning speed, he

dashed to where the man was. He disarmed

the man and twisted his neck from behind.

Sean went back and flipped on the lights.

What he saw scared him.

Bimbo held the man’s gun and pointed it at

him.

“We have been waiting for you to make this

move for days now. What took you so long?”

Bimbo said.

Sean was dumbfounded. He was sure that

there was something else at play here.

Bimbo picked the man’s phone and dialed a

number.

“This is Brenda. Yes. He has made the move.

He is ready.”

She dropped the phone and lowered the gun.

Sean did not move.

“What the hell is going on Bimbo?” Sean

asked.

“You just passed your test Sean. We are on

the same side. Let’s get out of here.”Episode 29

Episode 30

Present Day:naijacard. com

Sean was jolted out of his revelry by the

persistent knock on the gym door. He got up

and walked to the door to find Austin smiling

coyly behind the door.

“Good Morning sir.” Austin greeted, still

standing behind the transparent door. He held

an Ipad close to his chest while his other hand

had a small briefcase.

“Morning Austin. What is it with your smile?

Out with it.” Sean demanded, unlocking and

opening the door for him.

Austin entered.

They walked together into the gym and Sean

lay on a small bench which had weights

attached to it.

“I know how much you hate being interrupted

during your session sir, but this is really

urgent. Corporation just sent you an email.

You are supposed to respond before 10am.

You are to be present in a dinner party

organized and hosted by TDA Oil and Gas to

celebrate their 5th year annivesary.” Austin

said.

“Where is it holding?” Sean asked carrying the

weights as he lay down, and pushing up and

down to his chest and then up again,

continuously.

Austin flipped through the slides on his Ipad.

“Lekki Astoria Event Center. Red carpet is at

7pm.” Austin replied.

Sean struggled to push the weight up at the

20th count. Austin dropped his Ipad and tried

to help his Boss lift the weight from his chest.

With clenched teeth and a very squeezed face

Sean warned Austin not to help him.

Sean grudgingly but painfully managed to lift

the weight and put it in its holder. He got up

from the padded bench, breathing heavily. His

eyes watered and his biceps bulged. After

catching his breath, he looked at Austin.

“Skip the red carpet. When is the programme

kicking off?” Sean asked.

“8pm.” Austin replied.

“Any notes from Corporation?”

Austin smiled. This was the part he loved the

most. He stood up and made to perform like

he was the chief performer in an orchestra.

“Sit, Austin. And cut to the chase. I have other

things to attend to” Sean ordered.

Austin’s face fell. He obeyed his Boss and

read the Corporation’s notes for the dinner,

sitting down.

“Target is Rtd Brigadier Kehinde Braihmoh

Ibikunle. Military commander, Business Mogul

and Entrepreneur. He owns chains of

businesses and sits on the board of the

Nigerian Stock Exchange. He is the Chief Host

and is to be watched throughout the duration

of the dinner. He must be taken out before he

gets to his home. Modus Operandi is Stealth.

We will be watching you. Good luck Agent

Bravo.” Austin finished.

Sean cracked his fingers and turned his neck

both sides. He paced the gym, deep in

thought. He had been out of action for a

while. He needed the adrenalin rush. He

contemplated dropping the job. It seemed a

very easy take out. However, experience had

taught him that the easiest of missions were

always the most complicated. Little things

were usually taken for granted and there was

a tendency to flop.

He walked back to where Austin sat.

“Do you have the blueprints of the Hall?” Sean

asked.

“Yes sir. Just a minute.” Austin said.

Austin walked to the wall and flipped the

screen on his Ipad unto the cream colored

wall of the gym. He swiped and flipped the 3D

images that now appeared on the wall. Sean

stood behind him as he watche Austin bring

out the blueprint design of the event hall.

“These are the exits, here and here,” Austin

said pointing to some images on the wall and

continued

“There are three different entrances. Here, here

and here. You can decide to exit through the

balcony. There’s a ladder that leads from the

first floor to the fire escape below. It is here,

behind the building and not readily accessible,

unless you are inside the Janitor’s room. The

hall seats 200 guests comfortably and your

seat is just by the exit door here.” Austin said,

looking at his Boss.

Sean was looking at the images now on the

wall. Something caught his attention. He was

trying to figure out what it was.

“What does this place do?” Sean asked

pointing to a small door in the 3D display on

the wall.

Austin touched the spot where the door was

on the wall and expanded it. The spot

revealed a door with VVIP written on it.

“This suite was not in the original design. I

think it was a last minute inclusion by the

owners. It serves as a getaway for anyone who

wants to have a really good time and has

what it takes financially.” Austin replied.

After thinking for a few minutes, he made his

decision.

“Accept the mission. It should be fun.” Sean

commanded.

“I took the liberty of ordering a tux sir.

Versace custom designed.” Austin finished

grinning.

“Anything Austin. Just make me look good.”

Sean replied, turning and walking towards the

door. He picked his towel and went out of the

gym.

Austin shut down the 3D presentation which

he had projected on the wall and closed the

cover of his Ipad. He was very excited. He had

not seen his Boss in action for a long time.

Tonight he was going to be Sean’s Robin.

*************************************************

Eva was up early the morning after her

mission, waiting for the 7am news. She had

waited up throught the night up until the very

early hours of the morning trying to get

information of the mission she just completed.

She was on every social media and popular

blog, keeping her ears on the ground for any

breaking news. The military was doing a very

good job of covering up what happened. She

threw popcorn in her mouth as the clocked

ticked. She needed to know what the media

had to say about the death of the Chief of

Army Staff and what special cover up story

they had cooked up. Finally the news came

on. As expected the news broke the

information that the Chief of Army Staff was

dead. Cause of death was tagged at Heart

Attack. She smiled. The military was doing the

exact thing she hoped they would.

She had wanted them to cover up the story.

That was her original plan. Such a scandal

would put the military at such a huge

discredit and paint them in a very bad light.

She deliberately left her gown in the hotel

room, hoping that someone would stumble on

it and try to trace it. So far the gown had not

been mentioned. That meant that someone

had found it and was probably searching for

prints and trying to trace its owner. She

giggled.

She changed the station and settled on

SonyMax. She got out her phone. She had an

e-mail. It was from Corporation .She opened

it. A box popped up asking for a password.

She paused for a while. It was a one-time

entry password. Enter the wrong password

and the email and its content would be

destroyed.

She entered her password.

The email opened and she read the contents of

the email:

“Dinner party at 7pm. Lekki Astoria Event

Center. Dress to turn heads. Details later.

Backup”

She smiled.

She stretched her legs on the long couch and

called her stylist.

Heads were going to turn.

**********************************************

“Park here” The Colonel instructed, pointing at

a part of the busy road which had a very

conspicuous ‘NO PARKING’ sign.

“But there’s a no parking sign here uncle. I

can’t…” Ahmed started but the look his uncle

gave him made him shut up.

He obediently parked the car near the gutter

in front of the no parking sign. There were

parked besides a white one storey building. As

they alighted from the car, a gateman

approached them.

“Oga, you no fit park for here. You go carry

your car comot for here. I say you no fit park

here.” He said facing Ahmed and blocking the

entrance into the building.

“Hey you. Better mind yourself! Who you think

say you dey follow talk?” Ahmed quizzed

walking to meet the gateman. He towered

above the gateman and could easily beat him

to a pulp if the situation warranted it.

The gateman did not look intimidated.

“Oga, I no know who you be but you no go

enter this place until you comot your car for

here. You no dey read? You no see no

parking?” He was determined. He stood his

ground.

As Ahmed made to rough handle the gateman

the Colonel stopped him.

“Please we are looking for your Boss. Just go

inside and tell him that DaVinci is outside. If

he says I should go, we will leave. Please.”

The Colonel pleaded with the gateman.

The gateman eyed Ahmed a few times and left

to inform his Boss, locking the gate firmly

behind him. He came back three minutes later

looking like he just got scolded.

“Oga say make una enter.” He said very

calmly.

The Colonel entered the gate first, followed by

Ahmed who nudged the gateman with his

elbow as he passed him. They went in the

house and sat in the waiting area.

A bald man in his early 50’s came out from a

room around the corner. He wore a sweatshirt

on top of a jean shorts. He had glasses on

and smiled as he approached them.

“Da Vinci!!! It has been years. You look good.”

He said opening his arms for an embrace.

The Colonel got up and accepted the man’s

embrace.

“It is so good to see you again, Hawk Eyes.”

The Colonel said releasing himself from the

hug and continued.

“Meet my nephew, Ahmed.”

Ahmed shook the man. They all moved into

the man’s study and were treated to cups of

coffee.

“Hawk Eyes, I do not have much time. Can you

help retrieve the blueprint of Hotel Domino,

where the Chief of Army Staff was killed? I

also want the security footage from 48 hours

before he died and 12 hours after.” The

Colonel demanded.

“Right on it Vinci.” The man responded.

Two hours later, Ahmed and the Colonel were

back in their hotel going through the tapes

when they got to the part where Eva had just

hit the receptionist with the tray and was

smiling at the Cameras.

“Pause that. Right there.” He screamed at

Ahmed.

Ahmed obeyed him.

“Rewind slowly. Slowly. Wait!” He ordered.

Eva was posed for the cameras. With her lips

pouted.

“Do you know this girl, Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

“She looks very familiar. Take off her hair and

run a match with all available hair styles on

the database” The Colonel asked.

Three minutes later the computer beeped.

“MATCH FOUND”.

There was Eva’s image on the left and another

very identical Eva look-alike on the right, only

that she had braids on and wore a drawn

eyebrow.

“She doesn’t look familiar to me. Do you know

her Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

The Colonel rubbed his forehead with his

palm. He was uncomfortable.

He turned to face the window, backing Ahmed.

“I know this girl. This is Eva.”

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