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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


    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 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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