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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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