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Tarasha (chapter 51-56)

Episode 51 The officers moved in one after the other carefully,
welcomed into the cameras control room by three
different dead bodies. Two half unclad ones and a fully
clothed one. One of them bent to examine the bodies
while the others spread around the room with their guns
raised high in readiness for any attack.
Ken carefully examined the lady’s body, there was a
bullet hole in her forehead. She must have been shot by a
professional because the hole was drilled right in the
middle of the forehead and she had no other wound in
any part of her body. It wasn’t a close distance shot, he
noticed as he observed the head with his gloved hands.
He stared at the rest of the body, it was only clad in
underwear, someone must have taken off the clothes.
The male dead body beside her too was only clad in
briefs, only the third, which was a man’s body was fully
clothed.
‘These are our staffs, they work in this department’ the
security man pointing to the two half unclad bodies knelt
beside Ken to explain. ‘The other man is an external
official’
‘But I think I heard some noises here before we came in’
Ken said, getting up to look around.
‘I heard it too, it sounded like there were some
movements’ the security man joined, getting up too.
The other four men paused to listen, all standing alert
with their guns. Ken continued to pace around checking
behind and under each computer system.
‘There is a secret exit in this room, only the senior
security staffs and those who work here knows the place’
The security man said as he picked a book from the shelf.
He opened it and flipped. ‘It should be here in the
navigation map’
Ken joined him as they checked through the book
together and discovered the secret route behind the
shelf.
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Tarasha used her phone’s flashlight to brighten up the
way as they rushed down the stairs of the dark escape
route. The door was fastened behind by a simple metal
lock which easily gave way.
A policeman almost bumped into Tarasha as she walked
out of the escape. ‘Sorry, did you guys see anything yet?’
The unsuspecting officer asked.
‘No’ Tarasha answered briefly.
‘You saw anything?’ The policeman stopped and directed
the question to Benny again, breathing heavily and
wiping sweat off his face.
Tarasha moved forward, and pressed the Bluetooth
device against her ear to reduce the noise entering as she
called Cole’s name softly. There was no response, Cole
must have disconnected. Tarasha gave up trying after
several attempts.
From the look of things, they had come out to left side of
the events centre, just few centimetres to the backyard.
She moved backwards to check, she could see the
cleaners and chefs hurriedly packing up things. She saw a
staff toilet there too. She took a quick look into the nylon
bag in her hand, her cloth was still there; she heaved a
sigh of relief.
‘Hey’ Tarasha gestured at Benny, ‘let’s check the toilet’.
Benny quickly used the opportunity to escape from the
policeman and followed Tarasha.
‘Hey’ a familiar voice called to them from the back. It was
Cole, dressed in a police uniform. Tarasha and Benny
turned back and headed straight towards him. The
officer who had accosted them at the escape entrance
looked at Cole in suspicion.
‘We gotta leave quickly, you guys should enter through
the back’ Cole quickly whispered to them, pointing at a
Ambulance parked far away at the front. A nurse was
opening the back door to the part meant for patients.
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It was five minutes to ten when Henry got to his personal
apartment. He had chosen it instead of the cameras
security commission quarters because of it’s closeness to
the event centre from where he escaped from.
The effect of the tear gas that has been dispelled by the
police outside the event centre did not allow him wait
outside the compound. He hurriedly left the
environment and joined a cab which was going in
direction of his home.
Henry didn’t like the smell that welcomed him into his
living room, not that it was bad, but it made it obvious
that no one had been in the house for days. He switched
on the bulb and searched for his air freshener, he quickly
sprayed it before turning on the air conditioner. He
finally sat down and took out his phone. His first move
was to track his smaller phone to know the location of
the Range rover in which he and Evelyn was driven to the
event. But on a second thought, he opened the dial pad
first and dialed Evelyn’s phone number again. This time,
it rang.
‘Evelyn’ Henry called anxiously as the call was answered.
‘Henry’ she called back, softly.
‘Where are you? Are you safe?’ Henry asked, happy that
he finally heard her voice.
‘I’m fine, what about you?’
‘Fine too, I was worried about you’
‘I’m safe, thanks’
Henry heaved a sigh of relief before he continued.
‘Where are you now?’
‘I don’t really know this place but I’m in good hands’
‘Just wait there, I’ll come pick you up’
‘No need, don’t bother’ She rejected with a strong tone.
‘Evelyn’ Henry called softly, in surprise of her refusal. ‘I’m
coming to get you’ he insisted with a stronger tone. The
line went off.
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Tarasha ended the call and switched off the phone
immediately. She was seated on a chair opposite Benny
who was seated on the patients bed.
Tarasha took off the back cover of the phone and then
took out the sim card. She destroyed the sim card by
scratching the surface, then she broke it into two and
dropped it on the floor.
Cole who was now putting on a lab coat over his police
uniform was smiling and stealing glances at his boss
through the front mirror as he drove with Aisha seated
by his side, dressed in a nurse’s uniform. The operation
had been the most exciting for Cole and he was feeling so
fulfilled.
Working according to his plan with the boss two days
before the main day, he had driven out the Range rover
after the security man had accosted him in the park and
returned the car to where it was rented from. After that,
he went to hire the ambulance and lab coat from the
gang he had contacted the day before. Their choice of an
ambulance was for the reason that they could easily
escape with it and also disobey traffic signals.
They’ve had a successful operation, everyone had played
their parts excellently and the team had come out
victoriously. But something was wrong with the look on
the Boss’s face, Cole observed.
‘Boss’ Cole called, knocking the transparent glass in the
middle of the partition.
Tarasha did not speak but stared at him in response. The
look on her face had the message for him to say what he
wanted to.
‘Did we miss out anything?’ Cole asked, taking another
quick glance at her.
‘No’ Tarasha replied briefly. ‘We did well’ she added
when Cole continued to look at her for more
explanation. She continued with fixing back her phone.
‘Okay, you don’t look like you think we did well’ Cole
continued.
‘True’ Benny joined in the conversation. ‘I wanted to
say…’
Tarasha looked up with a frown. A frown which warned
Benny not to speak further, he refrained quickly.
‘You wanted to say?’ Cole who didn’t see the frown
continued.
‘Would you shut the hell up and face the road’ Tarasha
slammed at him.
A deep sudden silence enveloped the vehicle as a strange
kind of tension gripped their hearts.
Even Tarasha herself could not understand. What kept
coming to her mind was Henry. The kisses which were
supposed to be a part of her job and long forgotten
immediately after the operation began to play back into
her mind the moment they left the premises of the
operation. Her several attempts to wave off the thoughts
proved futile and the pictures kept coming back to her
head, stronger and clearer.
In her mind, she could see him again, standing
speechless in front of his room as she turned to face him.
His face shine brightly like the sun, emanating a kind of
glow that brought a strange smile to her lips and
happiness to her heart.
He fed his eyes on her body and then paused to stare into
her yes, the flame in his eyes was strange to her,
revealing a kind of passion she had not seen for a long
period of time. What it was, she couldn’t still explain.
Then, he moved closer to her and mumbled some words.
He placed his hand around her waist and continued to
stare into her eyes. She placed her hands on his shoulder,
returning his stare. Their lips met. She broke away
shortly, the mission was not yet accomplished then, she
couldn’t let the strange passion consume her.
The mind drifted to their journey to the events centre, in
the Range rover. The silence. How Henry was trying to
avoid speaking with her. How his body shook when she
rested a hand on his knee. He tried to explain but she
covered his mouth with hers. Her hormones rushed
through her body as she felt the soft touch of his lips
again.
‘Boss, Boss…’ Cole broke into her thoughts, knocking and
looking through the partition window. ‘What’s next?’
‘Huh?’ Tarasha’s body vibrated, feeling embarrassed as all
eyes were on her. The bus had been stopped right in the
compound of their initial lodge when they landed in
Abuja and they were asking her a question which she
didn’t hear because she was lost in thoughts.
‘Boss, you said we’re not going to stay here tonight, that
we’ll only get here to pick something’ Cole said.
Tarasha who was still lost eyed both Benny and Cole who
were staring at her wickedly and hissed. She didn’t know
what to say or do as she couldn’t remember again her
earlier plan.
‘Who said we’re not staying here tonight? ‘She said with
an intimidating voice as she opened the backdoor and
dropped off the bus.
Benny was staring at her strangely as he stepped out too.
He didn’t understand what was going on.
‘We are staying here for tonight’ Tarasha said and walked
straight towards the house. Now she was wishing that
moment she had with Benny never ended. She wished
she could go back to play the Evelyn role again but the
mission was over, she had to return to her default
assassin settings.
Aisha who had been silent all through the journey
stepped out from the front seat and followed
immediately after the boss to open the door because she
had the keys with her.
Cole stepped out after switching off the inner lights of the
vehicle. He was smiling as he joined Benny at the back of
the ambulance. Benny gave him a cold stare. ‘What? Why
are you laughing? Do you know what’s wrong with the
boss?’
‘Yes, I think I do’ Cole whispered back. ‘She feeling sad
because she’s going to miss someone here in Abuja’
‘Going to miss someone in Abuja? Who?’
‘Someone I saw her kissing passionately today’ Cole
replied, taking off his doctor’s coat.
‘Oh!’ Benny’s eyes since brightly in the dark, his interest
arising more. ‘Who was that?’
‘Never mind’ Cole managed to say while he flung away
the coat. He dipped his hands into his pockets to pick out
what was there. ‘We will all know when the time comes’
he said as he walked away, leaving Benny to stand alone
in the dark.
Cole hissed as he brought out an handkerchief and a
small Nokia phone from his pocket while walking away.
The Nokia phone was the one he picked from the
backseat of the Range rover before returning it to the
owners.
**Saturday; after several uneventful days **
~~Abuja, Nigeria ~~
11am
The shock and grief that came with the news of Jubril
Lawal’s assassination was still very fresh in the African
atmosphere. The streets were flooded with people
rushing the newspaper vendors to get their copies so as
update themselves on the latest discoveries surrounding
the death.
Journalists also flooded the street to get the farewell
speeches from the citizens whose lives have been
affected in one way or the other by Jubril Lawal.
Everyone had something good to say about Jubril, from
his charity works to his service and commitment to the
nation’s growth, they all had felt his impact in one way or
the other. None except for a middle aged man expressed
doubts in the man’s integrity and commitment. The
middle aged man after praising Jubril for his visible
works, paused before talking about the likely cause of his
death.
‘It is possible that the man had an evil secret hidden with
some people and they had to come and demand for his
life. And it is also possible that the murderers are just
enemies of the country and they killed Jubril because he
refused to agree with a selfish plan of theirs’ the man had
said while being interviewed by a journalist from the
national TV station.
‘I really don’t have much to say anymore, all I know is
that he was a good man’ Mallam Jefa said into the mic
with a sad face.
‘All right, thanks for speaking with us’ the reporter said
and left Jefa’s presence to face the camera alone.
~~
Dakolo glanced at the beautiful buildings as they drove
through the streets of Abuja. The cab man took his time
to tell Dakolo the names of every street and what they
did in every magnificent building that they passed by. The
cab man was never silent, no wonder he didn’t put on
the radio in the car, he himself was doing the job of a
radio.
‘Sir, so why have you come to Abuja? Business? Pleasure?
Both? Or none?’ The cab man asked as he took a glance
at Dakolo seated at the back.
‘I’m relocating’ Dakolo replied him, enjoying the man’s
jolly nature.
‘Relocating?’ The man stared at him. ‘What about your
family? Where are they?’
‘My wife and kids are in port harcourt, they would join
me after the school session ends’
‘Wow! That’s a long time, why didn’t you wait for them to
finish the session?’ The cab man adjusted the front top
mirror so that he can see Dakolo’s face from there.
‘I couldn’t wait, I was transferred at my place of work’
‘Oh! I see…’
‘Yeah. So what about your wife and kids?’
‘They’re all here in Abuja. My wife runs a mini restaurant
and my two kids are in college’
‘Good’ Dakolo said with a chuckle.
~~
Jefa turned back to the road, he picked out the piece of
paper from his chest pocket again. ‘Tara works in Elymax
hotel’ he read out the words which he had written down
after the first day he had the encounter with his younger
sister.
Several days had gone by and Jefa had made the decision
to meet her and explain things to her. What delayed him
was his lack of proof. The Omotara he saw had now
developed into a big girl, she looked highly educated too
and he believed that she would not just accept his stories
if he had nothing to show as proof. Now, he was bringing
a picture and a diary with him. A picture which contained
the whole family’s image as at that time in it. The diary
was their mum’s. He had taken the diary from his
mother’s room and hid it behind in his trousers, planning
to read it after the celebration of Omotara’s birthday that
night, but he never had the chance to read it on that day.
His parents were killed and he and his remaining younger
ones were abducted on the same day. He later found the
picture in the middle of the diary on the day he opened
it.
He hoped that Omotara would be able to recall by seeing
the picture and even the diary, which their mum had
always warned them not to touch anytime she brought it
out.
Deep down inside, he wished that Omotara would be a
person of influence in the country; perhaps an influential
lawyer or a friend to one who would be able to fight their
cause for them. He was still hungry for revenge, he was
tired of seeing the faces of the perpetrators of the evil
that was done several years ago to him and his family
and several thousands of other Nigerian families and
kids, now in government offices parading themselves as
saints and nice people.
He waved down a taxi and bent over to look inside. A
man was already sitting comfortably at the back. ‘Elymax
hotel’
‘Elymax? That’s where we’re going to’ The taxi man
replied, giving him a surprised look.
‘May I join you?’ Jefa replied indifferently, already trying
to open the front door.
‘Okay, if you can pay five thousand naira’
‘What? For what? I’ll pay you two thousand’
‘No, I can’t take anything less than three thousand’
‘I’ll pay you two thousand five’ Jefa said and entered into
the cab without waiting for a reply.
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~~ Lagos, Nigeria ~~
11am
Laughter filled the room as the two friends joked and
chatted happily. Chief Gab was in his casual native wear
seated on the sofa in the middle of his large living room
while Chief Nonso was seated on the sofa opposite to
him, in a more official wear; his black trouser was
matched with a black waist coat on a blue shirt.
‘You know I’ve been really thinking of something new’
Chief Gab interrupted the laughter, taking a sip of wine
from the glass cup in front of him.
‘What’s that?’ Chief Nonso wiped off the tear formed in
his eyes as a result of the heavy laughter and paused to
listen.
‘I’m thinking we are being too harsh in judging some of
these people’
Chief Nonso cleared his throat. ‘Why do you say so?’
‘We could just make Tarasha leave them alive after
decapitating them; in a way that they’ll be able to see our
success after we finish our plans while they are suffering’
‘Hmm… That sounds like a good idea’ Chief Nonso
heaved a sigh and gave Chief Gab a stare. ‘Chief’ he called
calmly.
‘Yes’ Chief Gab who was busy with his iPad looked up to
see the serious look on Chief Nonso’s face. He narrowed
his gaze as if to ask Chief Nonso what the matter was.
‘You’ve not still told me the reason we have some people
on our list. I don’t understand why we are punishing
some of them yet’
‘I think we talked about this before’ Chief Gab replied,
standing up from his seat. He took the wine bottle and
proceeded to the bar to take another wine bottle.
‘Yes, Chief Onwuli said before his death that you’ll explain
to before we begin but when I asked you, you said you’ll
tell me soon. I’m wondering why the “soon” is not yet
here’
Chief Gab walked back to his seat with a bottle of wine,
he dropped it on the stool and walked to the flat screen
TV to switch it on. He turned back to the sofa and
returned to his former seating position without hurrying,
not minding Chief Nonso’s eyes which was escorting him
all about, awaiting his response.
‘If we don’t take care of these people, they’ll come back
for us when we rise again’ Chief Gab finally said, looking
straight in his friend’s eyes. Chief Nonso was already
getting pissed off.
‘Several years ago, Seven of us were involved in a certain
illegal businesses. Five of us were politicians. At that time,
we were all successful, but we wanted more ; we wanted
to lay up riches for our kids, we didn’t want them to
suffer like we did’ Chief Gab paused his story to pour
wine from the bottle into the glass cup.
‘We were friends; secret friends, nobody knew our
association. Four of us were in the ruling party, ADP as at
the time we started working together. One was in the
strongest opposition party, PCP while the remaining two
including the minister of health who was dropped
recently were not involved in politics then . Two
deflected from the ruling party to the strongest
opposition party before the next election on seeing that
there were little chances of victory for the ruling party at
the polls. The remaining two of us remained faithful to
the ruling party. The election year came and we were
defeated at the polls. The new government came in and
began to investigate corrupt deals of the past
government. Although, ours was not really a political
crime; meaning it didn’t involve stealing or
mismanagement of country’s fund kept in our trust, the
crimes commission began to look into the personal lives
of some politicians. This got us scared and the seven of
us held an urgent secret meeting, we concluded that we
would stop all illegal deals after we concluded the
hanging fake drugs consignment and do our best to
cover up our track. But unknowingly to I and Onwuli, my
friend who was in my party, our counterparts in the new
ruling party and the other two non-politicians had other
plans. The only one out of the them who didn’t agree to
their plans was found dead mysteriously several days
after the meeting; I didn’t know it was connected to our
meeting then’
Chief Gab took another pause and took a sip of the wine.
He put back the cup on the stool and refilled it. ‘Unluckily
for me, I was the one in charge of the execution of the
last fake drugs consignment. Some of our secret
documents were released to the police. The late minister
of health was the NAFDAC chairman then, he didn’t show
me pity at all. Jubril Lawal was the head of the law
enforcement agency that handled my case; neither he
showed any pity. I was indicted, found guilty in court
and was sentenced to ten years imprisonment for a
crime that we all committed. Onwuli and his whole
family were murdered when he tried to speak out for
me’
Chief Gab paused and stood up, taking the cup of wine
with him. ‘The last time I went to Onwuli’s family grave, I
swore that I was going to repay everyone of them even if
it was going to take my last breath’
Chief Nonso heaved a deep sigh as he stood up and
stared straight at Chief Gab. He now understood why
Chief Gab was bent on seeing the death of everyone on
the list. Chief Onwuli’s family’s murder was a very
gruesome one. Onwuli was made to see the bodies of
each member of his family including the young ones
chopped into pieces by the murderers and himself was
given a poison that killed him slowly. Onwuli was a
saviour to Nonso, being the one who helped Nonso
survive a life threatening disease and also brought
Nonso’s family out of pain and distress.
Chief Nonso let out another deep breath as he
remembered the promise he made to Chief Onwuli
seconds before the man gave up the ghost. Chief Onwuli
had made him promise to stand by his friend, Gabriel in
prison and also help him when he comes out. He also
made the promise to assist Gabriel in whatever he does
to take revenge for Chief Onwuli’s death.
‘So you see, we are delivering judgement to those who
deserves it’ Chief Gab added, smacking his lips as he took
in another sip.
‘None of them deserves to be left alive, they should all
die’ Nonso said, giving a determined stare at Chief Gab. ‘I
think we should even increase their pain, make their
death as horrible as Chief Onwuli’s’
‘Yes’ Chief Gab agreed. He took another sip from the cup
before speaking again. ‘And I’ve been thinking of
something else’
‘What’s that?’
‘How to get rid of Tarasha after we finish all the enemies.
She seems to be very powerful and fearless, she might
become a threat to us in the future’
‘So, what’s your plan?’
‘I don’t have any yet. I fear her myself’
Chief Nonso smiled. He gave Chief Gab an awkward look.
‘So you mean that with all the wisdom you’ve used to
organise the big men’s destruction, you’re afraid of a
little girl?’
Chief Gab hissed in reply first before thinking deeply on
Nonso’s statement. He spoke again after a some seconds
of horrible silence. ‘You’re right, no matter how powerful
she seems to be, she is a small girl and she does not have
the wisdom we have’
‘Exactly… She will just fall into a little trap set for her, we
only need to be very wise’
Episode 52
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11. 08 am
Henry drove quietly, in a solemn manner, listening to
songs from the new album of veteran artiste, Asa. Her
genre of music was the perfect one for his mood right
now.
He had not remained himself since the day of the event.
Several things had played down his memory in the last
two days; including the pictures of the assassin and how
he walked up to Jubril Lawal and murdered the man. But
the strongest of the pictures were of Evelyn’s face. He
kept seeing her in everything he did, even when he closed
his eyes.
He tried to figure out what really happened between
them, the passion he felt when she placed her head
against his chest and when they kissed. Was it love or just
lust was feeling? Maybe both. At the point they kissed, he
had the lust for her whole body, he could already see her
wrapped around himself, both of them unclad, he
squeezing her boobs in his hands. No, it had to stop if it
was lust, he had determined in his heart, knowing that
nothing borne out of lust would last. But he also felt
something more in his heart, in his spirit. The desire to
see her well even if he couldn’t have her body, the desire
to see her happy. There was something in her eyes when
he stared into it, something that showed him that she
wasn’t happy although she always performed well in her
bid to hide it.
Where she was now, he had no idea. Her line had been
switched off since the last time he tried it, so all his
attempts to track it were futile. He also tried again to get
the customer’s information of her sim by hacking into
the database of the network provider but there was still
no information there. It had either been deleted or the
information never existed. He couldn’t conclude yet.
Oh! And the Canadian number he was supposed to
investigate. He finally concluded the investigation, though
the client was no longer interested nor did was there any
call to ask for it. The Canadian number was cloned, it had
not even been issued out to any customer by the
network provider in Canada. Henry found out that the
user was in Africa because on tracking the last
conversations restored from the backup of the network
provider of his client’s line, he could deduce the
maximum possible distance of the Canadian number,
which was a distance within Africa.
All these discoveries were confirming Henry’s fear but he
still refused to admit it. Evelyn claimed to be from
Canada and was doing business with the late Jubril Lawal,
it must have definitely been her number the man was
investigating. Or how else could he explain that Evelyn
only began to insist that he followed her to the party
after she saw the number in his jotter? And what else was
the explanation for her unregistered and now
unreachable Nigerian line? It meant she must have
destroyed the line since her mission had ended.
But with all these proofs, Henry still choose to believe
that he was mistaken, he didn’t want to see her that way.
He couldn’t get himself to think of her as a criminal. To
him, she was someone who was in need of great help and
he believed he could give her that help.
He remembered her outburst the first time he called the
name “God” and attributed God to be a loving person
while conversing with her . The pain he saw in her eyes
that day was too much for a young woman like her to
bear. She needed someone to show her love; real love
and not one of sexual attraction.
Then he recalled her sharing the story of her family’s
death with him. Going through such an horrible
experience would most definitely affect one’s future and
even control it if one finds no help.
She needed help, she needed love. That was all Henry
could think, regardless of every other thing he had found
out about her.
Henry finally got to his destination by twenty minutes
past eleven. The security men searched his car before
allowing him to pass in through the huge gates of Elymax
hotel.
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The cabman zoomed off immediately after the new
passenger entered. He cleared his throat and continued
his conversation with Dakolo. ‘So what kind of company
do you work in? What’s the name?’ He asked, looking into
the top mirror.
‘Hmm…’ Dakolo paused and licked his lips as he thought
of the best answer to give the man. ‘I’m a contractor who
works per time for different companies, one of the firms
I partner with has this urgent big building project here.
That’s why I had to rush down’
‘Oh! Building contractor?’ The cab asked to affirm.
‘Yes’ Dakolo answered.
‘Cool…’ The man said with a short laugh. ‘When I was
young I wanted to be a civil engineer but there was no
money to further my studies after college, so I had to go
through vocational training’
‘Oh! And what vocation were you trained for?’ Dakolo
asked.
‘Carpentry’ the man answered with a smile. ‘I’m a
carpenter’
‘Nice, but are you practising it?’
‘I was, I had to stop for some reasons. But I’m planning
to go back to it once I raise enough money for capital’
‘Better, carpentry is a lucrative job. Do you make
furnitures or you do roofing?’
‘I do both and I’m very good at it’
‘Wonderful, maybe I could even get you some jobs when
you start’
‘Really?’
‘Sure, I can. But you’ll have to prove first that you’re
really good at it’
‘Oh! That’s not a problem. Thank you sir, I’ll make sure I
get your telephone number before I drop you off’
‘Okay’ Dakolo said. There was silence for some seconds.
‘What did you say sir?’ The cab man suddenly put in.
‘I only said okay’ Dakolo quickly answered.
‘Oh! Not you sir’ the cab man quickly corrected. He was
facing the new passenger seated with him at the front.
‘Me?’ Jefa asked with a surprised tone.
‘Yes, I thought you were saying something to me’ the cab
man replied.
‘No no’ Jefa denied strongly.
‘Okay. But hope there’s no problem sir. I noticed your
mood since you entered’ the cab man spoke in a low
voice.
‘Nothing, I was just thinking about a small issue’
‘Well, okay’ the cabman shrugged.
++++
‘Good morning miss’ Henry greeted as he approached
the reception.
‘Good morning, you’re welcome to Elymax hotels. What
can I do for you?’
‘I’m Henry George, from the NSCC’ Henry displayed his
ID card.
‘Nigeria security cameras corporation’ the lady read
aloud.
‘Yes’
‘Okay, what may I do for you?’
‘We’re investigating a particular case and I need
information about one of your guests. I don’t know if
she’s still here’
‘Humm… I think I have to refer you to someone else. I
can’t handle your request’
‘Alright, please do that quickly’ Henry replied and paused.
He turned to stare around the place while the lady was
making a call with the landline.
‘Please come with me’ the lady dropped the call and
walked out from behind the wall. She led him towards a
corridor in the right direction.
They got to an office after walking a few metres and
Henry was ushered in. A middle aged man on a black suit
was seated in the office. The receptionist introduced
Henry and left.
‘May I see your ID card again?’ The man asked after
offering Henry a seat.
‘Here’ Henry took it out to show him.
‘So who’s this guest you’re investigating and what’s her
crime really?’
‘No, she has not been accused or found guilty of any
crime yet’ Henry corrected quickly. ‘We only need to get
some of her personal details’
‘So you want to meet her and talk to her?’ The man
raised a brow. ‘We do respect the privacy of our guests
here and we won’t like to give out any information
without proper verification of who needs it’
‘I don’t understand’
‘You’ve not showed us any licence yet or letter that
proves that the NSCC sent you to get this information’
the man explained further.
‘Oh! I can get one now’ Henry said, bringing out his
phone. ‘Via email’ he added. He dialed Sylvester’s
number.
‘Wait, we can help you meet with the person if you want
to’
Henry cut the call first. ‘I doubt if she’s still in your hotel’
‘Let’s find out, what’s her name?’
‘Evelyn… Evelyn Alexander’
‘Okay’ the man began to type into his computer system
while Henry continued with his call.
‘Hello sir, could you please forward a permit for Elymax
to my mailbox now? I need it in urgently’ Henry said into
the phone. He inhaled lightly after getting a positive
response and ended the call.
‘Evelyn Alexander was here truly, she paid for three
weeks’ the man began. ‘But she has been gone for days
without any word to us, we tried contacting her through
our customer’s service but the number she dropped was
unreachable’
‘Exactly… That’s why I need you to give me every
information she supplied to your hotel’
‘Have you gotten the permit?’
++++
11.47am
The forty minutes journey finally came to an end as they
drove into Elymax hotels. The cab man, being someone
who knew his way around the hotel needed no security
man to direct him to the right place to park. He quickly
located the best available space and drove his car there.
‘Here is my card sir’ The cab man handed over his card
to Dakolo after he turned off the car engine. ‘You can
reach me if you need to cab to take you around town’
‘Sure’ Dakolo collected it cheerfully. ‘And make sure you
do contact me with the number I gave you’
‘I will’ the cab man replied, counting the Naira notes
given to him by Jefa. ‘It’s complete’ he said to dismiss
Jefa and stepped out of the car afterwards. He walked to
the back to open the boot. Jefa stepped out too and
stared around the big building, not knowing the next
place to go, he stood still.
Dakolo also stepped out and walked to the booth. The
cab man handed over his small luggage to Dakolo and
returned to his car after exchanging some few more
words with him.
Dakolo turned and stared at the big hotel building where
he was going to stay until the next day evening when he’s
officially welcomed. He took two steps away from the
cab as he heard the sound of the car’s ignition. He turned
around to look at his surroundings and then he saw a
familiar face.
‘You…’ He mumbled with a smile as he huried towards
the young man trying to enter his car. Henry looked up.
‘Henry George’ Dakolo finally remembered the name.
‘Oh! Special agent…’ Henry tapped his nose continuously
with a finger as he struggled to remember the name.
‘Agent Dakolo’ Dakolo quickly put in.
‘Wow!’ Henry closed back the car door and walked
towards Dakolo, full of smiles. ‘It’s nice to see you again’
Henry said as they shook hands warmly.
‘Yeah, after so many years. How have you been?’
‘Fine sir, how about you?’
‘I’m fine.’ Dakolo said and stared warmly into his eyes.
‘Thank you for making me proud of you. My joy knew no
bounds when I saw the news of your exploits on the TV
and in the newspapers’
‘Thank you sir’ Henry smiled.
‘Thank God you didn’t allow that tragic occurrence affect
your life. See what you’ve made of yourself now’
‘Thank you sir’ Henry’s face continued to beam with
smiles. ‘Well, I had to let that go and focus on my future.
You see, bad people get their rewards, even if it comes
late’
‘Yes, you’re right. Just look at the way he and his father
died, both on the same day. What a sorry life! ‘
‘Yea, although I heard the father was a generous man
before his death and did many charity works ” Henry put
in.
‘No matter the quantity of pure water added to dirty
water, it can never make the dirty water pure. In his own
case, the quantity of dirty water far exceeds the pure. The
man already had so much blood in his hands. We
couldn’t just get him because he was clever enough to
eliminate all possible proofs’
‘Hmm… Well, what brings you here?’ Henry asked.
‘My job’ Dakolo smiled. ‘I was transferred here to handle
some cases.’ He glanced at his wristwatch.
‘But why did you have to take a cab? Was there no
provision to come pick you?’
‘There should be’ Dakolo said. ‘I was actually supposed to
arrive tomorrow but I had to come today for some
reasons’
‘Okay, so what state were you transferred from?’
‘Rivers state’
‘Oh! Well…’ Henry was cut short abruptly by the sight of
someone walking by, the person paused and faced
Henry. Dakolo turned to see the person at his back. It was
the same man who was in the cab with him.
‘I gotta go now’ Dakolo said, handing a card to Henry.
‘Please give me a call tonight’ Dakolo said before walking
away.
‘Alright sir’ Henry dipped the card into his pocket and
turned up to faced Jefa. He walked slowly towards Jefa
who stood still with a kind of timid look. ‘You again’
Henry said, recalling him as the man from the police
interrogation and the one Evelyn was facing in the
Catholic Church premises.
‘I…’ Jefa stuttered for a while. ‘I have come to see my
sister’
‘Your sister?’ Henry asked in uttermost disbelief.
‘Yes, that lady is my sister’ Jefa said shakily.
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~~~
Tarasha laid on the three seater sofa in the living room
having a nap while Benny, Cole and Aisha engaged
themselves with the ludo game at the balcony. Some flies
could be seen in the living room as all the windows which
had torn nets were opened because of the unbearable
heat. But Tarasha was undisturbed, she was having a
sound sleep.
Several circumstances had kept them behind after the
operation. They couldn’t leave immediately because the
security in the capital was still very stiff. After much
thinking and putting of heads together, they finally
planned to leave the following Monday; that is the day
after the next day.
‘Ooh!’ Benny exclaimed as Aisha kicked back in the last of
his eight tokens the third time. He was seated on a stool,
with his shirt hanging around his neck. Aisha was seated
on another stool directly facing Benny and they had the
ludo board placed on two six inches blocks.
Cole was seated on another block, watching and making
comments. He had already gone on several rounds of the
game with Aisha and they ended up with a tie in scores.
The particular game between Aisha and Benny was even
now, they both had one token each left and in the players
yard. The first person to get a six would get the token out
to begin the race to the finishing point. Aisha and Cole
laughed at Benny as he heaved a sigh of frustration.
‘Homey, if you’re not careful, this will be the fifth time
you’ll be beaten by a lady today’ Cole jested.
‘And that means I’ll actually spell his name’ Aisha added
with a chuckle. ‘ 5 – 0, B-e-n-n-y’
‘Just watch and see, I’ll win this game’ Benny replied with
a determined tone as he poured out the dice from the
dice cup. He had four and five come up, he picked the
dice into the cup and handed it over to Aisha for her own
roll.
Aisha stared at his jestingly as she shook the dice cup.
‘Come on, play’ Benny said, getting impatient.
‘Two sixs’ Aisha said, laughing hilariously. She rolled again
after shaking vigorously. ‘Six, two’ she rolled out the
extra turn earned by reason of the two sixs
Benny took the dice cup from her in frustration, he
avoided looking at Cole who was already making funny
faces at him. He shook the cup from side to side in the
same manner as Aisha, watching carefully as Aisha
placed her token after counting.
Aisha and Cole stared at Benny’s face in suspense as he
continued to shake the cup. He kept a smile on his face as
if he was sure of the outcome of his new roll.
Kpaa… He landed the cup with so much force on the
board and removed it. Aisha and Cole burst into heavy
laughter as two ones stared at them from the surface of
the dice.
‘Come on, play’ Benny hurried Aisha again, forcing
himself not to give up.
Aisha took the cup and out she rolled again. Two sixs.
Another round of heavy laughter came from Cole. Benny
finally gave up, he got up from the stool with a smile of
defeat.
‘I’m not playing again’ he announced as he walked into
the house, ignoring Cole’s uncontrollable laughter.
‘Please, come and play one more now’ he could hear
Cole calling to him jestingly as he proceeded into the
room. He paused and stared at Tarasha who was asleep
on the couch. He wished she could always look exactly
the way she was looking now; gentle, peaceful and
harmless. She should really be at peace with herself after
such a successful operation.
‘Oooh’ Benny’s body trembled as Tarasha eyes popped
open. She caught him feeding his eyes on her face. The
gentle and peaceful face Benny was seeing seconds ago
had changed into the normal Tarasha’s face. He quickly
hastened his steps and rushed out of her sight.
Tarasha wiped off the sweat on her face and sat up, she
glanced at the wall clock, it was just twelve pm. She
couldn’t wait to get out of the Abuja and begin her new
task. She was also now in a hurry to conclude all Chief
Gab’s tasks and leave the country.
And Henry’s issue? She had settled it in her heart already.
As far as she was concerned now , he was her greatest
enemy that needs to be either taken out of her sight
forever or out of the planet earth. That was her training,
anything that returns emotion into her heart should not
be allowed to live. People who have emotions are weak
people; and weak people can’t live the right kind of life.
So if Henry was stirring up emotions in her, he had to be
moved out of her sight forever or killed before he
succeeds in making her weak. Her final resolve was to kill
him when next he comes into her life.
++++
‘Your sister?’ Henry asked again to be sure of what he
heard.
‘Yes, Omotara Danjuma is my kid sister’ Jefa replied.
‘Hahaha’ Henry suddenly burst into sudden laughter. Jefa
who was startled by the outburst stared at him in
confusion. ‘Omotara what again?’ Henry asked, trying to
calm himself.
‘Omotara Danjuma’ Jefa answered him again, with so
much conviction in his voice.
‘Okay, pardon me… I actually thought you were talking
about somebody else. I’m sorry, I don’t know Omotara
Danjuma.’ Henry said, cleaning his eyes as he spoke.
‘Does your sister work around here?’
‘I don’t know’ Jefa shook his head in negative. He took
out the piece of paper from his front pocket.
‘Then why are you looking for her here? Did she get lost?’
Jefa read the contents of the paper to himself again. ‘I
heard you guys mention Elymax that day’.
‘What day?’
‘The day you escaped from the kidnappers. After she
came to me in the cathedral premises’
Henry made a quick flashback. Evelyn was standing
before the man while he knelt by the statue of virgin
Mary. But he didn’t hear them talk to each other. All that
happened was a silent stare.
‘Evelyn?’
‘No, I don’t know Evelyn’ Jefa shook his head. ‘That girl
you came to meet in the catholic church, the one you I
saw you with in the police office is my sister’
‘Unbelievable!’ Henry exclaimed under his breath. ‘But
you said Omotara Danjuma’ Cole asked again, aloud, this
time with a serious tone.
‘Yes, that’s her name not Evelyn’
‘Omotara is a Yoruba name, I don’t think she’s Yoruba,
she doesn’t look nor sound like one’ Henry retorted.
‘Yes, she didn’t grow up in …’
‘Hello Sirs’ someone interrupted, a security official. ‘You
have to proceed into the main building please, you can
stand here and have a discussion’
‘Okay’ Henry answered with a slow nod. He stared at
Jefa’s face for some seconds thoughtfully. ‘Let’s go in for
a discussion’ he said and turned back to the car to shut
the door.
++++
‘Thank you’ Dakolo smiled as the attendant who helped
him get his load to the room left. He sank into the bed
and started to unbutton his shirt, also murmuring some
words of prayers.
He sat up and took off the shirt completely. He flung it on
the bed and laid back. His mind drifted back to his
encounter with Henry several years ago. He was a junior
agent in the force then and was not yet in the anti-
asassination squad. He was at the office reception when
Henry had rushed with a friend in tears, to report a gang
of three guys who molested his sister to death. Dakolo
took special interest in the case and did all he could do to
get justice for Henry. But lack of funds and the culprit’s
father’s influence did not let him go far in his fight for
Henry. The culprit, Dare Lawal, was later acquitted and
discharged by the court of law.
He remembered advising Henry then, to continue with
his studies and not allow what happened affect his
future. Now, the same Henry was known widely in the
world for his exploits on the internet and for helping his
country solve a severe security attack. His enemies too
had been paid by nemesis in its own way.
Dakolo’s phone rang. His wife. He exhaled deeply before
answering. ‘Hello dear… I just got to the hotel room…
Thanks, I’ll call you later… I love you’ the call ended.
He got up from the bed to get his traveling bag. He
opened the bag and took out a suitcase. He punched in
the lock code and it opened. He brought out some
documents and closed back the suitcase. He began to
read through.
Before his arrival in Abuja, he had already began to
receive messages on what he was going there to do. The
new case of Jubril Lawal’s assassination also came up. He
was going to be working with Officer Ken on that.
Jubril Lawal’s assassination was quite different from the
recent past ones. Eyewitnesses had it that it was carried
out by a man and he wasn’t accompanied by anybody.
Officer Ken had also written in his report that it was
highly possible that the crime was carried out by one of
the security officials of the event centres as the escape
routes used were only places known to them. Several of
the security officials had been arrested and kept in the
police custody for interrogation. Several sessions of
torture and torments had occurred within the last two
days but there was still no confession to show for it’
Dakolo’s phone rang again. Officer James was the one
calling. ‘Hello officer’ Dakolo spoke cheerfully.
‘Good afternoon sir’ James greeted. ‘How was your trip?’
‘It was fine, thanks’
‘Alright, thank God. Yesterday, I received my letter of
transfer also’
‘Transfer ?’ Dakolo replied, surprised.
‘Yes sir, coupled with the long overdue promotion’
‘Wow! Congratulations’ Dakolo rejoiced with him. The
promotion had been long overdue truly. After several
cases solved by James, the force still retained him as a
special officer for so long, denying him the promotion
and several other benefits.
‘Thank you sir’ James said without much excitement.
‘What’s wrong?’ Dakolo asked, noticing the unhappy
voice.
‘Nothing sir, I’m really happy about the promotion part
but I think the reason it’s happening is because of my
inability to solve this Samantha Osman’s case. I
overheard the IG saying that the minister wants more
younger and zealous officers who are very hungry for
promotion to handle the case’
‘Don’t think like that’ Dakolo said after heaving a sigh.
‘We’ve done our best based on the evidence gotten. Even
the NSCC has a part to play in all these. If they’ve not
been able to recover the lost footages or discover who
interrupted the transmission of the security cameras,
what are we supposed to use for our investigation. I
believe we don’t have enough data to work with’
‘Sir, several years ago. Assassination cases were solved by
the police without the use of the technology we use now.
Why can’t we…’
‘Officer James’ Dakolo cut in. ‘Several years ago,
Assassins do not use the kind of technology they use
now. Several years ago, most top assassination cases like
these spans for more than fifteen years, some even
exceed thirty years without getting an headway. So you
shouldn’t compare, the police force is better now’
James was quiet.
‘Don’t blame yourself, we’ll keep trying our best but be
sure of this one thing’ Dakolo paused for a brief moment.
‘Good always prevail over evil’
‘Thank you sir’ James replied after another brief moment
of silence, in a very low voice.
‘So where have you been sent to?’
‘Ilorin, Kwara State. I’m going to be working as a special
agent in the anti-assasination squad also’
‘Sounds cool… Congratulations, just keep doing your
best. We’ll prevail’
‘Thank you sir’
After few other talks, the call ended. Dakolo returned to
his work, he continued reading through the documents.
He paused as he saw something.
‘No recordings or videos footages found in the cameras
security database. It has not been ascertained if there
was any capturing or not’ he read. ‘Except for one
photographer that is currently being interrogated, no
journalist or member of the press was allowed into the
event hall. Footages from the street cameras leading to
and out of the event centres were also not found’ he read
aloud to himself.
He just found a similarity between the new assassination
case to the two others, there was no video capture of the
Assassination process nor the escape. Could it be that the
assassin works in or has an ally in the NSCC?
‘Oh s–t!’ Dakolo cursed as Henry’s picture flashed back
to his mind. He should have been the one to take Henry’s
card, what if Henry forgets to call him. Henry might be
greatly needed now to help in these cases.
++++
A great intensity of heat welcomed Benny as he walked
into the room. He changed his direction and headed
straight for the wardrobe. His previous plan was to come
in and lay on the bed after he couldn’t stand the much
beatings he got in the game from Aisha. Due to the
unbearable heat in the room, he had changed his mind
and decided to only change his trouser to shorts.
One of Cole’s trousers dropped to the ground as Benny
opened the wardrobe. He bent to pick it up. A phone fell
out of the phone. He picked up the phone and checked it,
it was specially customised for a user. He opened the
back to check the battery and closed it back. He switched
on the phone.
…to be continued
Episode 53
Tears began to form in Henry’s eyes as he listened to
Jefa’s narration of the Danjuma’s family disaster and how
he got separated from the rest of his siblings. There was
no difference between Jefa’s account from Evelyn’s.
Henry could also see the same pain and torment that he
saw in Evelyn’s eyes . But apart from the pain in Jefa’s
eyes, there was something else that Henry couldn’t
understand. It was the thirst for revenge.
‘So you think Evelyn does not recognize you?’ Henry
cleared his throat and began after listening in silence for
a long while.
‘Omotara’ Jefa corrected.
‘Sorry, Omotara’ Henry smiled softly.
‘I don’t think she knows who I am but I believe she felt a
connection when she saw me’ Jefa answered.
‘Why didn’t you speak out then? You didn’t say anything,
you could have called her by her real name, Omotara’
‘I didn’t know what to do’ Jefa sniffed in, more tears
began to fall off his face. ‘I was so overwhelmed with the
shock of seeing her, I didn’t know if I was ready to come
back into her life. I was afraid to speak, I didn’t know
how she would feel about me now, I couldn’t protect
them as their eldest brother, I failed’ Jefa began to sob.
‘Wipe your face please’ Henry said and stretched out his
hand to hold Jefa’s palm. He waited for Jefa to comply
before he continued. ‘So what do you intend to do now?’
Henry asked.
‘I want to see her’ Jefa stated clearly, still wiping his face.
Henry paused for a while and closed his eyes as he
inhaled deeply. He opened his eyes and stared into Jefa’s.
‘I don’t know where she is now’ he said. ‘She doesn’t
work here in Elymax, she only came to stay here for a
while. I don’t have any idea of her whereabouts’
‘No, no, no’ Jefa’s body vibrated in fear, the fear of not
seeing his sister again. He couldn’t stand the regrets that
would follow him all his life when he remembers that he
didn’t take the opportunity immediately when he saw
her.
‘I came here to look for her also and I’ve not gotten any
clue yet’ Henry added. He took out a folded paper from
his pocket, he opened it up and stared into it. That was
Evelyn’s details which she provided to the hotel. It was all
fake. She claimed to be a visitor from Canada, including
a fake house and Street address. Henry felt no hope of
seeing her again.
‘I must find her’ Jefa said to himself, loud enough for
Henry to hear.
‘We can find her’ Henry joined excitedly suddenly
remembering something, he took out his Android phone.
He unlocked the phone by drawing the security pattern.
He clicked on an application which began to process.
‘I can get access to everybody’s database in the country
as far as I’ve got their real names’ Henry boasted with a
reassuring look to Jefa. ‘I once worked in the National
Citizens Affairs and we have the details of every citizen
who is above the age of eighteen’
Henry could really gain access, illegal access though. He
would have to hack into the country’s online database.
The application was taking time to load. ‘So where have
you been all these years?’ Henry asked, trying to while
away time.
‘It’s a long story…’ Jefa was about to begin.
‘Okay, okay’ Henry interrupted, the application had
finished booting. ‘What did you call her full name again?’
‘Omotara Danjuma’ Jefa answered.
Henry typed in the name and clicked a command which
began to process. Several options began to appear, in
thirty seconds, there were over twenty options with
middle names and it was still loading.
‘Humm… Could you tell her middle name so I can
narrow down my search’
‘Omotara Cindy Danjuma’
Henry cleared the search and added the third name, the
search process began again. This time only four options
appeared. Henry clicked on the first option and it began
to load. After sometime, it showed an error page. Jefa
stared into the phone intently, though he didn’t
understand what Henry was doing.
‘Oops! Inaccessible’ Henry read aloud to himself. That
means that he couldn’t access the details from his IP
address even if he could access the site. He smiled to
himself. Other Nigerian developers were growing fast
too, they have been able to add more security to the
database. But it wasn’t something that could stop Henry
permanently, he only needed more time.
A phone call from Sylvester interrupted. ‘Please, I have to
answer this’ he said to Jefa before answering. ‘Hello sir’
‘Mr Henry, where are you at?’ Sylvester’s voice came
hastily from the other end.
‘Somewhere around town’ Henry answered, surprised at
the question.
‘Please, we need you in the office right away. We have
some urgent questions to answer’ Sylvester said. Henry
could have refused but Sylvester’s tone sounded really
urgent.
‘Okay, I’ll be there in few minutes time’ Henry replied.
‘We’ll be waiting for you please’ Sylvester said and the
call ended.
‘I have to go now’ Henry said to Jefa who was already
staring at him expectantly. He stood up immediately.
Jefa stared at Henry with a pity face, looking like his last
object of hope was about to disappear.
‘Can I get your phone number too?’ Henry asked after
handing Jefa his business card.
Jefa called out the digits for him and Henry stored it in
his phone. ‘Where are you going? Maybe I could drop
you off the way’ Henry offered, taking out his car key
from his pocket.
Henry’s phone beeped again. His device locator had a
notification, one of his tracked devices had just been
located. Henry ignored the notification temporarily and
walked out of the building with Jefa.
~~
The phone booted with a medium volume power tone.
Benny waited patiently for it to boot so he could see the
features in it but he was disappointed when it finally
booted, it was protected with a password. He flung the
phone back into the wardrobe and picked out his shorts.
He quickly changed into his shorts and left the room.
Tarasha was seated upright when he passed the living
room, he avoided looking at her and walked out straight
to join Cole and Aisha.
‘You’re back again for more?’ Cole taunted. Cole and
Aisha were already in the middle of a round. Cole had
taken Benny’s former seating position which was
opposite Aisha so Benny opted for the available space
which Cole used before.
‘I’m not ready for you today’ Benny replied Cole. ‘I’ll deal
with you both some other time’
‘Okay, let’s hope so’ Cole said with a short laugh.
‘Who’s got that phone you have inside?’ Benny asked
Cole.
‘Which one?’
‘It doesn’t have a label. It dropped from one of your
trousers’
Cole hissed. ‘I don’t really know who has it, I picked it
from the car we rented for the last operation and I’ve
been expecting for the Boss to ask if it’s hers. I think it’s
for the guy that was in the car with us’
‘Okay, but you better ask the boss. It’s useless to you
anyway’
‘Useless? Because it’s passworded?’ Cole questioned. ‘I
could flash it if I have need of it’
‘Just speak to the boss about it’
‘It’s not hers jare’ Cole sounded convinced.
‘Then why are you keeping it?’
Cole paused to stare at him. ‘Don’t you see it’s not an
ordinary kind of phone. It may be useful for something’
Benny shook his head at Cole’s stubbornness. ‘It’s okay,
as you wish’
~~
‘Hello Chief Gab’ Tarasha spoke into the phone in a
pleasant voice.
‘Tarasha, how are you?’ Chief Gab sounded cool and
happy.
‘Fine Chief, thanks’
‘Okay, how soon are we going to see again?’
‘See again? Who says we’re going to see again?’
‘I mean about the next job’
‘How many of our targets do we still have left?’ Tarasha
drifted a bit and asked a question which kept Chief Gab
mute for seconds.
‘Two’ he finally said. ‘Two main targets but more enemies
may come up along the line’
‘Send me details of the two and let’s see how we can take
them out together at a time’
‘Do you think it would be possible that way?’
‘I have to get their details first to be able to analyze that.
We have no options than to try it that way. Things are
getting more complicated and the country is tightening
up their security’
‘Alright, I’ll mail them to you now but do you know our
deal does not end with the death of the targets?’
‘What ends the deal?’
‘It’s a two year deal’
‘So you’re gonna keep me even if there’s no job to do?’
‘There’ll always be a job to do’ Chief Gab sounded
confident.
Tarasha paused and took in a deep breath. ‘Send me the
details as soon as possible’ she said before ending the
call.
~~
Dakolo’s job had began already, he was already in the
NSCC’s head office for questioning. Part of the reason he
had come to Abuja before his official arriving date was to
make some secret personal investigation.
He had just seen Mr Sylvester, the head of operation in
the corporation and asked him about the steps the
corporation was taking to stop the recent security
breaks.
‘While we are not assuring you of finding the source of
the previous disruptions, we are doing our best to ensure
that none of it happens again’ Mr Sylvester had
answered.
‘But what about the one which happened recently here in
your backyard?’ Dakolo had replied him.
Sylvester replied with a shocking look. ‘What do you
mean? Which one happened here?’
‘Oh! You’re not aware that there was no transmission
from the street cameras all close to the location of the
recent assassination during the time of assassination and
two hours after it’
‘Which one are you talking about?’ Sylvester still looked
ignorant.
‘Chief Jubril Lawal’s assassination on his birthday’ Dakolo
stated.
‘No, nothing like that has been reported. There was no
failure from our systems that day’ Sylvester refuted.
Dakolo gave a mock chuckle. ‘Okay, can I see all footages
from the street that day?’ Dakolo then requested.
‘Of course, I can get that for you now’ Sylvester began to
punch commands hastily into his computer system. After
minutes of searching and not finding anything, Dakolo’s
allegation began to seem true to him. He put a call to the
NSCC official in charge of the assassination area to report
and waited some minutes for reply. The official couldn’t
find any record too. Dakolo had no other choice than to
call on Henry. Things were getting out of hand already
and he was scared that he could lose his job if it was
mentioned in the public that even he as the chairman of
the corporation had no knowledge of their recent system
failure. He silently thanked God that the police had not
released information about it to the press.
Henry arrived some few minutes later and went into a
secret room where Sylvester was waiting for him.
‘Mr Henry’ Sylvester got up from his seat as Henry walked
in. ‘Here’ Sylvester handed a document he just printed to
Henry after offering him a handshake. He ushered Henry
to a seat behind the computer.
‘There was a breach on Thursday?’ Henry asked with a
flabbergasted tone.
‘Yes, I didn’t believe it too when I was told ‘ Sylvester
joined in. ‘And to think that the incompetent fools in
charge of the area did not notice anything nor did they
make any report’
Henry remained silent for some minutes and focused his
attention on the computer. ‘But why was there no alert?
Or alarm raised by the system?’
‘Sir, there have always been no alarm raised since the
security breaks started’
‘And does that also mean that…’ Sylvester’s phone rang
aloud interrupting their conversation.
‘The agent’ Sylvester whispered before answering the call.
‘Hello… I’m coming with him already’
‘Do we have to go now?’ Henry whispered back.
‘Yes, I’ll be there with him in some few minutes’ Sylvester
concluded with his call before answering Henry. ‘Let’s go
explain things to this man. He’s a top security agent, his
report about us could cost me my job’
Henry had no choice than to smile at the sound of the
word “job” from Sylvester again. The man was always
scared of losing his job. ‘Okay, let’s go’ Henry got up
from the seat.
Few minutes later, they walked into the room where
Dakolo was seated. Dakolo who was facing front turned
back his swivel at their entrance.
‘Oh! Henry’ Dakolo was first to notice.
‘Officer Dakolo’ Henry was surprised too.
‘Agent Dakolo’ he corrected.
‘Sorry, agent Dakolo’ Henry said with a smile.
There was an handshake between them again. ‘Are you
by any chance the person I’ve been waiting for?’ Dakolo
asked.
‘I guess so’ Henry replied, turning around the table to
seat behind the computer.
‘So you’ve been working with NSCC?’ Dakolo asked.
‘I’ve actually come to help for a short time. I joined few
weeks ago’ Henry answered.
Sylvester was smiling sheepishly as he watched the two
talk like people who have been friends for a long while.
He believed that things would work out easier now and
the Agent wouldn’t be too mad at the corporation, and
his “job” would be secured
‘Thank God I have you here, I was already thinking of
calling you in. Well, I’m here in respect of the recent
breaks in streets cameras transmission’
‘I’m aware sir, I’ve actually been working on a program
that would stop the breaks permanently, although it may
not guarantee us the real locations of those who try to
break it’
‘So, can you try locate those who did the recent one?
How come you guys were not even aware?’
‘Truly, the guys monitoring the place were not vigilant
enough’ Henry replied.
‘D–n! They were too careless’ Dakolo said. ‘Has anyone
of them been queried?’ Dakolo asked. He received no
answer from Henry who had turned his full focus to what
he was doing on the computer. Dakolo turned to
Sylvester for an answer. Sylvester shook in fear, not
knowing what to say, he stared at Henry, hoping he’ll
come to his aid.
‘Wow!’ Henry exclaimed and exhaled through his mouth.
‘These guys are intelligent!’
‘Which guys?’ Dakolo asked. Sylvester also seemed very
interested.
‘The guys involved in this crime’ Henry said, relaxing back
into the swivel. ‘What they actually do is to deceive those
monitoring the transmission and footages. They stop the
cameras from transmitting and send signals of repeat
transmission of previous days to the monitors . So the
supervisors would not notice there was anything until
they are asked to provide the tapes’
‘Interesting! So you mean there was something playing
on the screens of those monitoring it while the real
transmission had already stopped?’
‘Yes, the only places that would not receive the fake
signals is here in the headquarters, in the Lagos head
office and head police cameras division. These places
have the direct servers while the others don’t’
‘Then why wasn’t it noticed here?’ Dakolo asked.
‘There’s no way we can monitor everywhere at the same
time. That’s why branches were set up’
‘So, what are we going do now?’
‘We’ve only just found out the mode of the failure, we
can be able to find a solution now’ Henry said softly. ‘But
as for finding the source of the failure, we have less than
1% probability. The hacker who did this is smart and
would definitely lead one into a trap if we’re desperately
trying to follow his already covered tracks. He’ll just
create another track leading to his trap . That explains
what happened to Robin Kahn and his men’
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Episode 53
Tears began to form in Henry’s eyes as he listened to
Jefa’s narration of the Danjuma’s family disaster and how
he got separated from the rest of his siblings. There was
no difference between Jefa’s account from Evelyn’s.
Henry could also see the same pain and torment that he
saw in Evelyn’s eyes . But apart from the pain in Jefa’s
eyes, there was something else that Henry couldn’t
understand. It was the thirst for revenge.
‘So you think Evelyn does not recognize you?’ Henry
cleared his throat and began after listening in silence for
a long while.
‘Omotara’ Jefa corrected.
‘Sorry, Omotara’ Henry smiled softly.
‘I don’t think she knows who I am but I believe she felt a
connection when she saw me’ Jefa answered.
‘Why didn’t you speak out then? You didn’t say anything,
you could have called her by her real name, Omotara’
‘I didn’t know what to do’ Jefa sniffed in, more tears
began to fall off his face. ‘I was so overwhelmed with the
shock of seeing her, I didn’t know if I was ready to come
back into her life. I was afraid to speak, I didn’t know
how she would feel about me now, I couldn’t protect
them as their eldest brother, I failed’ Jefa began to sob.
‘Wipe your face please’ Henry said and stretched out his
hand to hold Jefa’s palm. He waited for Jefa to comply
before he continued. ‘So what do you intend to do now?’
Henry asked.
‘I want to see her’ Jefa stated clearly, still wiping his face.
Henry paused for a while and closed his eyes as he
inhaled deeply. He opened his eyes and stared into Jefa’s.
‘I don’t know where she is now’ he said. ‘She doesn’t
work here in Elymax, she only came to stay here for a
while. I don’t have any idea of her whereabouts’
‘No, no, no’ Jefa’s body vibrated in fear, the fear of not
seeing his sister again. He couldn’t stand the regrets that
would follow him all his life when he remembers that he
didn’t take the opportunity immediately when he saw
her.
‘I came here to look for her also and I’ve not gotten any
clue yet’ Henry added. He took out a folded paper from
his pocket, he opened it up and stared into it. That was
Evelyn’s details which she provided to the hotel. It was all
fake. She claimed to be a visitor from Canada, including
a fake house and Street address. Henry felt no hope of
seeing her again.
‘I must find her’ Jefa said to himself, loud enough for
Henry to hear.
‘We can find her’ Henry joined excitedly suddenly
remembering something, he took out his Android phone.
He unlocked the phone by drawing the security pattern.
He clicked on an application which began to process.
‘I can get access to everybody’s database in the country
as far as I’ve got their real names’ Henry boasted with a
reassuring look to Jefa. ‘I once worked in the National
Citizens Affairs and we have the details of every citizen
who is above the age of eighteen’
Henry could really gain access, illegal access though. He
would have to hack into the country’s online database.
The application was taking time to load. ‘So where have
you been all these years?’ Henry asked, trying to while
away time.
‘It’s a long story…’ Jefa was about to begin.
‘Okay, okay’ Henry interrupted, the application had
finished booting. ‘What did you call her full name again?’
‘Omotara Danjuma’ Jefa answered.
Henry typed in the name and clicked a command which
began to process. Several options began to appear, in
thirty seconds, there were over twenty options with
middle names and it was still loading.
‘Humm… Could you tell her middle name so I can
narrow down my search’
‘Omotara Cindy Danjuma’
Henry cleared the search and added the third name, the
search process began again. This time only four options
appeared. Henry clicked on the first option and it began
to load. After sometime, it showed an error page. Jefa
stared into the phone intently, though he didn’t
understand what Henry was doing.
‘Oops! Inaccessible’ Henry read aloud to himself. That
means that he couldn’t access the details from his IP
address even if he could access the site. He smiled to
himself. Other Nigerian developers were growing fast
too, they have been able to add more security to the
database. But it wasn’t something that could stop Henry
permanently, he only needed more time.
A phone call from Sylvester interrupted. ‘Please, I have to
answer this’ he said to Jefa before answering. ‘Hello sir’
‘Mr Henry, where are you at?’ Sylvester’s voice came
hastily from the other end.
‘Somewhere around town’ Henry answered, surprised at
the question.
‘Please, we need you in the office right away. We have
some urgent questions to answer’ Sylvester said. Henry
could have refused but Sylvester’s tone sounded really
urgent.
‘Okay, I’ll be there in few minutes time’ Henry replied.
‘We’ll be waiting for you please’ Sylvester said and the
call ended.
‘I have to go now’ Henry said to Jefa who was already
staring at him expectantly. He stood up immediately.
Jefa stared at Henry with a pity face, looking like his last
object of hope was about to disappear.
‘Can I get your phone number too?’ Henry asked after
handing Jefa his business card.
Jefa called out the digits for him and Henry stored it in
his phone. ‘Where are you going? Maybe I could drop
you off the way’ Henry offered, taking out his car key
from his pocket.
Henry’s phone beeped again. His device locator had a
notification, one of his tracked devices had just been
located. Henry ignored the notification temporarily and
walked out of the building with Jefa.
~~
The phone booted with a medium volume power tone.
Benny waited patiently for it to boot so he could see the
features in it but he was disappointed when it finally
booted, it was protected with a password. He flung the
phone back into the wardrobe and picked out his shorts.
He quickly changed into his shorts and left the room.
Tarasha was seated upright when he passed the living
room, he avoided looking at her and walked out straight
to join Cole and Aisha.
‘You’re back again for more?’ Cole taunted. Cole and
Aisha were already in the middle of a round. Cole had
taken Benny’s former seating position which was
opposite Aisha so Benny opted for the available space
which Cole used before.
‘I’m not ready for you today’ Benny replied Cole. ‘I’ll deal
with you both some other time’
‘Okay, let’s hope so’ Cole said with a short laugh.
‘Who’s got that phone you have inside?’ Benny asked
Cole.
‘Which one?’
‘It doesn’t have a label. It dropped from one of your
trousers’
Cole hissed. ‘I don’t really know who has it, I picked it
from the car we rented for the last operation and I’ve
been expecting for the Boss to ask if it’s hers. I think it’s
for the guy that was in the car with us’
‘Okay, but you better ask the boss. It’s useless to you
anyway’
‘Useless? Because it’s passworded?’ Cole questioned. ‘I
could flash it if I have need of it’
‘Just speak to the boss about it’
‘It’s not hers jare’ Cole sounded convinced.
‘Then why are you keeping it?’
Cole paused to stare at him. ‘Don’t you see it’s not an
ordinary kind of phone. It may be useful for something’
Benny shook his head at Cole’s stubbornness. ‘It’s okay,
as you wish’
~~
‘Hello Chief Gab’ Tarasha spoke into the phone in a
pleasant voice.
‘Tarasha, how are you?’ Chief Gab sounded cool and
happy.
‘Fine Chief, thanks’
‘Okay, how soon are we going to see again?’
‘See again? Who says we’re going to see again?’
‘I mean about the next job’
‘How many of our targets do we still have left?’ Tarasha
drifted a bit and asked a question which kept Chief Gab
mute for seconds.
‘Two’ he finally said. ‘Two main targets but more enemies
may come up along the line’
‘Send me details of the two and let’s see how we can take
them out together at a time’
‘Do you think it would be possible that way?’
‘I have to get their details first to be able to analyze that.
We have no options than to try it that way. Things are
getting more complicated and the country is tightening
up their security’
‘Alright, I’ll mail them to you now but do you know our
deal does not end with the death of the targets?’
‘What ends the deal?’
‘It’s a two year deal’
‘So you’re gonna keep me even if there’s no job to do?’
‘There’ll always be a job to do’ Chief Gab sounded
confident.
Tarasha paused and took in a deep breath. ‘Send me the
details as soon as possible’ she said before ending the
call.
~~
Dakolo’s job had began already, he was already in the
NSCC’s head office for questioning. Part of the reason he
had come to Abuja before his official arriving date was to
make some secret personal investigation.
He had just seen Mr Sylvester, the head of operation in
the corporation and asked him about the steps the
corporation was taking to stop the recent security
breaks.
‘While we are not assuring you of finding the source of
the previous disruptions, we are doing our best to ensure
that none of it happens again’ Mr Sylvester had
answered.
‘But what about the one which happened recently here in
your backyard?’ Dakolo had replied him.
Sylvester replied with a shocking look. ‘What do you
mean? Which one happened here?’
‘Oh! You’re not aware that there was no transmission
from the street cameras all close to the location of the
recent assassination during the time of assassination and
two hours after it’
‘Which one are you talking about?’ Sylvester still looked
ignorant.
‘Chief Jubril Lawal’s assassination on his birthday’ Dakolo
stated.
‘No, nothing like that has been reported. There was no
failure from our systems that day’ Sylvester refuted.
Dakolo gave a mock chuckle. ‘Okay, can I see all footages
from the street that day?’ Dakolo then requested.
‘Of course, I can get that for you now’ Sylvester began to
punch commands hastily into his computer system. After
minutes of searching and not finding anything, Dakolo’s
allegation began to seem true to him. He put a call to the
NSCC official in charge of the assassination area to report
and waited some minutes for reply. The official couldn’t
find any record too. Dakolo had no other choice than to
call on Henry. Things were getting out of hand already
and he was scared that he could lose his job if it was
mentioned in the public that even he as the chairman of
the corporation had no knowledge of their recent system
failure. He silently thanked God that the police had not
released information about it to the press.
Henry arrived some few minutes later and went into a
secret room where Sylvester was waiting for him.
‘Mr Henry’ Sylvester got up from his seat as Henry walked
in. ‘Here’ Sylvester handed a document he just printed to
Henry after offering him a handshake. He ushered Henry
to a seat behind the computer.
‘There was a breach on Thursday?’ Henry asked with a
flabbergasted tone.
‘Yes, I didn’t believe it too when I was told ‘ Sylvester
joined in. ‘And to think that the incompetent fools in
charge of the area did not notice anything nor did they
make any report’
Henry remained silent for some minutes and focused his
attention on the computer. ‘But why was there no alert?
Or alarm raised by the system?’
‘Sir, there have always been no alarm raised since the
security breaks started’
‘And does that also mean that…’ Sylvester’s phone rang
aloud interrupting their conversation.
‘The agent’ Sylvester whispered before answering the call.
‘Hello… I’m coming with him already’
‘Do we have to go now?’ Henry whispered back.
‘Yes, I’ll be there with him in some few minutes’ Sylvester
concluded with his call before answering Henry. ‘Let’s go
explain things to this man. He’s a top security agent, his
report about us could cost me my job’
Henry had no choice than to smile at the sound of the
word “job” from Sylvester again. The man was always
scared of losing his job. ‘Okay, let’s go’ Henry got up
from the seat.
Few minutes later, they walked into the room where
Dakolo was seated. Dakolo who was facing front turned
back his swivel at their entrance.
‘Oh! Henry’ Dakolo was first to notice.
‘Officer Dakolo’ Henry was surprised too.
‘Agent Dakolo’ he corrected.
‘Sorry, agent Dakolo’ Henry said with a smile.
There was an handshake between them again. ‘Are you
by any chance the person I’ve been waiting for?’ Dakolo
asked.
‘I guess so’ Henry replied, turning around the table to
seat behind the computer.
‘So you’ve been working with NSCC?’ Dakolo asked.
‘I’ve actually come to help for a short time. I joined few
weeks ago’ Henry answered.
Sylvester was smiling sheepishly as he watched the two
talk like people who have been friends for a long while.
He believed that things would work out easier now and
the Agent wouldn’t be too mad at the corporation, and
his “job” would be secured
‘Thank God I have you here, I was already thinking of
calling you in. Well, I’m here in respect of the recent
breaks in streets cameras transmission’
‘I’m aware sir, I’ve actually been working on a program
that would stop the breaks permanently, although it may
not guarantee us the real locations of those who try to
break it’
‘So, can you try locate those who did the recent one?
How come you guys were not even aware?’
‘Truly, the guys monitoring the place were not vigilant
enough’ Henry replied.
‘D–n! They were too careless’ Dakolo said. ‘Has anyone
of them been queried?’ Dakolo asked. He received no
answer from Henry who had turned his full focus to what
he was doing on the computer. Dakolo turned to
Sylvester for an answer. Sylvester shook in fear, not
knowing what to say, he stared at Henry, hoping he’ll
come to his aid.
‘Wow!’ Henry exclaimed and exhaled through his mouth.
‘These guys are intelligent!’
‘Which guys?’ Dakolo asked. Sylvester also seemed very
interested.
‘The guys involved in this crime’ Henry said, relaxing back
into the swivel. ‘What they actually do is to deceive those
monitoring the transmission and footages. They stop the
cameras from transmitting and send signals of repeat
transmission of previous days to the monitors . So the
supervisors would not notice there was anything until
they are asked to provide the tapes’
‘Interesting! So you mean there was something playing
on the screens of those monitoring it while the real
transmission had already stopped?’
‘Yes, the only places that would not receive the fake
signals is here in the headquarters, in the Lagos head
office and head police cameras division. These places
have the direct servers while the others don’t’
‘Then why wasn’t it noticed here?’ Dakolo asked.
‘There’s no way we can monitor everywhere at the same
time. That’s why branches were set up’
‘So, what are we going do now?’
‘We’ve only just found out the mode of the failure, we
can be able to find a solution now’ Henry said softly. ‘But
as for finding the source of the failure, we have less than
1% probability. The hacker who did this is smart and
would definitely lead one into a trap if we’re desperately
trying to follow his already covered tracks. He’ll just
create another track leading to his trap . That explains
what happened to Robin Kahn and his men’
Episode 54
The email containing the details of the remaining targets
came in few minutes after Tarasha’s conversation with
Chief Gab. She began her research immediately and was
already gathering vital information about the targets. But
Chief Chief Gab also sent her a summary of their profiles.
Nasiru Attahiru, the next on the list, according to Chief
Gab’s plan was formerly one of Chief Gab’s close
associates before the take over of a new government
after the elections in the year 2016. Then, he was just a
politician, in the same party as Chief Gab until 2015, a
year before the election year when he switched to the
strongest opposition party after it seemed to be growing
stronger than the ruling party. He also vied for the
position of a senator in the Kaduna state house of
assembly in the same year. He was successful and
remained in the office for eight years. In the year 2024,
he attempted to run for the governor’s seat but failed
woefully in his party’s primaries because most of his
party members were still finding it hard to trust him,
majorly for his undefined reason for switching parties.
But that didn’t deter him from contesting for other
positions. As a business tycoon, he had enough money to
keep buying the forms and to carry out massive
campaigns. He only needed to put on better strategies.
He used the next three years before another election to
move closer to and buy the trust of the party heads and
most of its members. When 2028 came, he didn’t
contest for the governorship position again but waited
until both the presidential and governorship elections
were over. He was actually interested in the seat of the
Senate President. He won the seat without stress and had
since then been the number three citizen of the nation.
Elvis Richards, the last on the list, was the current vice
President of the nation. He had been serving in the
government for more than sixteen years. During the time
of his association with Chief Gab and the rest six, he was
the vice Governor of Lagos state. He was a part of the
major heads that came together to form the strong
opposition party before the year 2016 and ousted the
seating government. During his tenure as the vice
governor, he and his head looted the state treasury but
did it in such a way that the masses believed they were
actually working for them.
Before his service as the vice governor, he was the
commissioner of police for the state. Ruthless and cruel
he was to criminals, the crime rate of the state reduced
to the lowest minimum while he was there. But he was
also vicious himself, while he punished other criminals
ruthlessly, he was always an hardened criminal,
sponsoring several criminal acts secretly. Elvis Richards
during his eight years tenure as the vice governor was the
mastermind and pioneer of the coalition between the
seven friends including himself, Chief Gabriel, Chief
Onwuli, Chief Jubril, Chief Nnamdi, Chief Nasiru and
Chief Rufai. Four out of the seven were dead already; two
were killed recently by an unknown assassin for reasons
unknown. Elvis Richards spearheaded the group activities
and introduced them to the major illegal business deals.
He also supervised the gruesome murders of Chief
Onwuli and Chief Rufai.
After the new government came resumed in 2016, Chief
Elvis was called to service again. He was to take charge of
the Nation’s security. He did his job faithfully and worked
tirelessly to curb all crimes and ensure safety, finally
putting a stop to his own criminal activities, mainly
because he thought of his children’s future and didn’t
want them to be in trouble because of him. It was during
these eight years that better security measures like the
use of security cameras and other forensic innovations
were put to place. After, he took a four years break from
2024 to 2027. In 2027, he was appointed by his party to
contest alongside the seating President. That’s how Elvis
Richards rose to be the number two citizen of the nation.
The next two jobs would be tougher than the last three
put together, Tarasha could envisage. But it would be
done, she was sure, she only needed to get close to the
targets and plan very well.
Tarasha rose up from her sofa and stretched her body.
She shifted the centre table away and began to do some
acrobatics to exercise herself. She stopped after some
minutes and picked up a face towel hung on the backrest
of the sofa to wipe the sweat on her body. She then
proceeded outside to the balcony where the others were
playing the ludo game.
There was a pause when she opened the curtains and
stood by the door. The three gamers turned to look at
her, they turned back to their game when she didn’t say
anything. She stepped away from the balcony and walked
into the compound. She got to the side where about fifty
six inches building blocks were neatly arranged. She
picked one and carried it back to the balcony. She
erected it beside Benny to sit.
‘Come sit here boss’ Cole offered, trying to show some
respect.
‘No, thanks’ she calmly refused.
Cole turned back to his game but couldn’t concentrate
anymore, he was stealing glances at the boss’s face. Aisha
was not fully concentrating too. It seemed they all had
the same thing in mind. It was strange for the boss to sit
with them and watch them play. The expression showing
on her face even revealed that she was enjoying watching
them play and that surprised them further. Benny and
Aisha were happy about it, they thought it would be nice
if she could only be as friendly as she was now at all
times but Cole was still indifferent.
Except for Cole who had a clue, none of them had really
come to understand their boss; none knew that she
controlled the expressions on her face. She could keep a
happy smile on even if she was greatly infuriated. She
was trained not to have emotions, so how could she
express what she didn’t have. The only emotions she was
permitted to express sometimes were anger and hate.
But she was trained specially to use her facial expressions
to manipulate people and use them for her purposes.
‘I’ll be playing the next game with you, let’s make it a four
man game’ Tarasha surprised them further, surprising
Cole more
‘So you can play boss?’ Cole teased happily. It seemed to
him now that she was expressing real emotions.
‘I’ve learnt it’ Tarasha replied.
‘Just now?’ Cole asked again.
‘Yes, how long does it take to learn it?’ She asked.
‘It depends on individuals’ Cole replied. ‘But I’m sure this
is not the first time you watched someone play it’
‘I’ve seen something like this called Mandavoshka, and I
also saw you play this yesterday’
‘Just yesterday?’ Cole asked. She nodded in affirmation.
‘Hehe’ Cole replied with a chuckle. ‘It’s time to teach the
boss some lessons’ he said in his mind.
The time came for the four man game. Tarasha began
well with the basics, she knew the number needed to
leave the players home and could count very well. But
out of inexperience, she took out all the tokens at a time
and Aisha who was the gamer before her took the
advantage and began to send all her tokens back in.
Tarasha came last in all four rounds they played, but
except for Cole who mocked a little with chuckles and
smiles, the two others couldn’t make fun of her openly
like they would of themselves.
‘We may not be leaving Abuja for now’ Tarasha
announced as Cole shook the dice cup to make his roll.
He paused and looked up. Benny and Aisha also fixed
their eyes on her. ‘We have two new targets and they live
in Abuja’ she explained further.
‘We need to start work as soon as possible, these two
jobs are going to require a lot from us; we have to make
a lot of research and take a lot of risks’ she paused and
smiled on seeing the expression on their faces. ‘Don’t
worry, you’ll be paid handsomely’
‘Play’ she said to Cole who was still shaking the dice cup.
Three of them still fixed their eyes on her, they were
expecting one last thing.
‘The Senate President and Vice President are our next
targets’ she announced. They were dumbstruck. The
eagerness to continue with the game left them at once.
+++++
5pm
‘Mallam Jefa!’ Someone hailed as he walked into the
shop. Jefa replied him by raising his two hands in the air.
His customers had already filled the shop like every
normal evening and he was very busy. About fifteen guys
and two ladies were in the shop.
‘Oga Jefa, where you go since all these days na?’ The
customer asked of his whereabouts in pidgin English.
‘I’ve been busy with some personal issues’ Jefa answered,
less enthusiastically.
‘Hope you’re back now?’
‘I hope so. I might get busy again soon’
‘Please, don’t get busy o’ the guy pleaded with a serious
tone. ‘These last two days that you didn’t open, I went to
sleep without having dinner ‘
Jefa smiled. ‘Iko, what do you want?’
‘Get me some… ‘ he was saying when they heard a
disturbing sound.
‘Are you crazy? Who the hell do you think you are?’ Two
of Jefa’s customers had begun a fight. From the look of
things especially the fighters’ demeanours, it was obvious
that they had both had some portion of weed before
coming to eat.
Before Jefa could make any move, one of the fighters had
bent down to break a bottle but the second guy smashed
a stool on his head before he tried to look up. Things
were getting out of control already. The other customers,
instead of separating the fighters began to take sides with
the one they know. Soon, chairs, bottles and plates were
flying everywhere.
~~
**9.30pm**
Henry let out a deep breath as he killed the engine. He
turned off the headlights but remained in the car. His
Saturday had been unusually hectic, unlike other
weekends when he had the whole day to himself.
He made a quick flashback of all he had done that day.
From his visit to Elymax and the incidental meeting with
Dakolo, his meeting with Jefa also. Jefa didn’t let him go
that until he confirmed that Henry had given him his real
phone number and address. Then his work in the office;
Dakolo’s appearance had caused so many things to be
revealed, so many flaws in the NSCC system and need to
improve.
He took out his phone from his pocket, he hadn’t
touched it for a while. He had five unseen notifications;
one from his device locator, two text messages and two
from social networks. He clicked on the device locator
notification.
After some processing, the app displayed the text “HGE
device located” and read it out at the same time. Henry’s
eyes widened in disbelief. He clicked on “more details”
immediately. It displayed a map, a green dot was
specifying the exact location of the device found.
‘Gwagalada’ Henry muttered to himself. He zoomed the
exact location on the map, read out the street and house
address to himself.
~~~
**The next day**
6am
As usual, Tarasha was the first to get up from bed. She
walked out to take a cup of water and returned into her
room to change into her workout clothes. After about an
hour of workout, she returned into the house. Aisha was
also up already and was busy in the kitchen.
Tarasha picked up her tablet device and switched it on.
She laid back on the bed and waited for it to boot. After
three minutes, she picked it up again. She drew the
security pattern. Her eyes met something and she looked
suddenly alarmed, a warning alert popped up. She sat up
quickly and placed it on her laps. She began to type in
commands speedily using the keyboard. Her fears were
confirmed, someone from the same building was
sending out location signals. There was a traitor amongst
them.
She got up hurriedly and dashed out of her room,
shouting Cole and Benny’s names. Without waiting for
them to respond, she proceeded to their room and
kicked the door open. Cole and Benny had been woken
by her voice already and was hurrying to put on their
clothes.
‘Where are your phones?’ Tarasha barked at the guys
who were still in their underwear. They seemed
perplexed and gave no answer, staring at each other’s
faces.
‘Bring out all your devices and join me in the living room
now’ she said before slamming the door.
‘Aisha’ she called out too. Aisha quickly walked out of the
kitchen. ‘Leave whatever you are doing, go and bring
your phone and every other device you have with you.’
Aisha replied with a nod and hurried up to her room.
In less than two minutes, Benny, Cole and Aisha had
assembled into the living room with all their phones and
devices, waiting. They stood in front of the three seater
sofa side by side on a straight line. Tarasha wasn’t there,
only her tablet could be seen on one of the sofas.
She came out a minute later, loading bullets into a short
gun while a long gun was hung around her arm.
‘Who is the traitor here?’ She said as she finished loading
the gun. The whole building was silent, fear gripped their
hearts as they watched their boss threaten, she looked
like one who was really ready to kill them.
‘Where are your devices?’ Tarasha asked, pointing for
them to drop all the devices on the centre table. They
complied. ‘Switch on everything’ Tarasha ordered. Cole
and Aisha returned to the table to power on theirs and
returned to the line. There was a total of seven devices on
the table. Cole had four due to the nature of his job.
Aisha had two while Benny owned the remaining one.
Tarasha moved closer to the table, staring at their faces
carefully. She pocketed the small gun and picked up her
tablet device from the sofa. She moved it over the
devices for a period of one minute, scanning to know
which device was connecting with the outsider. She had
to find the device quickly to know the location of the
outsider.
She stepped back and stared at their faces, shaking her
head in pity for them. ‘These are not all the devices in this
house’ she said as she tossed back her own device to the
sofa. She took out gun pointed it at them.
Benny raised up his hand, ‘there’s one more’ he said with
fear in his voice, but he kept a straight face trying to act
like a strong man who wasn’t scared to die.
‘Where’s it?’
Benny pointed towards their room, Tarasha signaled for
him to go get it. He left and returned a minute later with
the phone that fell off from Cole’s pocket. ‘Let me have it’
Tarasha said and Benny handed it over. Her device began
to beep loud as she brought them closer. That was what
she was looking for.
‘Who owns this?’ She asked after scrutinizing it.
There was no answer.
‘Who owns it?’ Tarasha repeated again. They all kept
quiet. Benny felt the urge to say that it was Cole’s but he
remained quiet, not wanting to betray a brother.
Tarasha cocked the gun. Aisha began to tremble visibly
while the men remained as they were physically, but
already dead on the inside.
‘I brought it in’ Cole finally said.
Tarasha stared at him in disbelief for some seconds. ‘How
much were you paid for this?’ She focused her gun to his
forehead.
Her finger was about to touch the trigger when she began
to hear footsteps approaching the doorpost. She turned
her head back towards the door. The footsteps seized for
a while.
‘I don’t own it, I took it from the car we …’ Cole wanted
to explain.
She turned back in anger to shoot but her hands
dropped as a knock sounded on the door.
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Tarasha dropped the gun slowly and took a glance at the
door and back at Cole. She turned and walked to the
door, holding the gun in alertness. She peeped through
the door hole and saw the person knocking, she clenched
her left fist and gave an evil chuckle as she tightened her
grip against the door. Part of her felt like opening the
door and gunning him down immediately, the other part
felt like opening the door to embrace him. She stood
back and paused for a while.
‘Answer the door, you should know how to handle him.
Return his phone to him. If he asks’ she said to Cole as
she hurried back into her room. ‘Come with me’ she
motioned Benny to follow pack the rest of the devices
and follow her, leaving only Henry’s phone.
Cole heaved a heavy sigh of relief. He made a sign of the
cross as he walked slowly to the door, whoever was at
the door was his saviour. He peeped through the door
hole but didn’t recognise the person at first. He opened
halfway and tucked out his head.
‘Hello’ Henry said with a smile, trying to peep into the
house.
‘Yes, what can I do for you?’ Cole answered. He searched
the guy from head to toe with his eyes, then Henry’s face
came into his remembrance. He stepped out.
Henry scrutinized Cole’s face for a while and
remembered him clearly as the driver who drove them
to the birthday party.
Henry cleared his throat and began. ‘Good morning, I’ve
come to see Evelyn’
‘Evelyn?’ Cole pretended as if he didn’t hear properly. He
would have loved to say, ‘please come in, she really
needs you, that day she felt like dying after you left her.’
But he couldn’t try it, majorly because of the tensed
atmosphere that the device he had taken in carelessly
just caused and he was also sure that the Boss wouldn’t
want to see Henry.
‘Yes, where is Evelyn? The lady I accompanied to that
party’
‘What party?’ Cole feigned ignorance.
‘Come on, you drove us in a Rover to late Chief Jubril’s
party and disappeared when the party ended in a
disaster’ Henry defended himself in a strong tone.
‘That was business, she was my client and only hired me
for that evening’ Cole answered back.
‘She’s only your client?’ Henry asked.
Cole shook his head in affirmation.
‘I need to see her’ Henry added immediately, unshaken.
‘I don’t know where she lives or where she is now. It was
her first time of hiring me, so I don’t have much details
about her’
Henry paused for a while and stared straight into Cole’s
eyes. ‘You’re not saying the truth’ he slammed. ‘Just tell
me where she is, I need to see her for something
important’
Henry paused as someone opened the door and poked
out her head. She looked to Cole and then to Henry’s face
and back to Cole, her eyes expression asking for who
Henry was.
‘I want to see Evelyn’ Henry quickly said. Aisha feigned
ignorance and gave him a strange look. ‘Or you may
know her as Tara’ Henry quickly added.
There was an expression of shock on both Aisha and
Cole’s faces. They mistook the Tara he called to be a short
form for Tarasha. But Cole could recognize that Henry’s
intonation was different and the way he called it made it
sound like a Yoruba name.
‘Tara or Evelyn, she doesn’t know her’ Cole replied,
arguing for Aisha.
Henry shook his head in disbelief. He had caught the
shocked expression on the faces and was more
convinced now that they were lying. ‘Why are you guys
hiding her? I need to see her for something important’,
he repeated.
‘Mister, we don’t know her. I told you already that she
only hired me for the party and that’s all’ Cole slammed.
Aisha sighed and entered back into the house.
Henry shook his head and licked his lips, thinking of what
else to say. ‘Okay, I’ve been on the road trying to locate
this place for some hours now, can I at least come in to
have a drink? Maybe a cup of water’ Henry pleaded.
‘I don’t allow strangers into my house’ Cole replied.
Henry gave a smile. ‘I’m not a stranger’ he retorted. ‘You
know, I could be your client too and a very regular one at
that’
‘Sorry sire, I’ve really got some other things to do’ Cole
attempted to turn back.
‘Okay, can I have my property?’ Henry said, perceiving
that Cole was going to remain adamant.
‘What property?’
‘My phone, the one I forgot in your car’ Henry asserted.
Cole kept mute. ‘Don’t try to feign ignorance with that’
Henry warned. ‘It led me here and I know that it’s in this
house’
Cole stared at him awkwardly for a while. He turned back
and walked into the house locking the door immediately.
Henry quickly took out a bug from his pocket and
attached to the top edge of one of the pillars in the
balcony.
Cole returned a minute later with the phone, not noticing
anything, he handed it over to Henry immediately.
‘Thanks’ Henry stared at his phone with a smile. ‘You
work with her right?’ He asked another question that kept
Cole dumbfounded for some seconds.
‘I think its time to leave sire, you’re taking too much time
here’ Cole said with a serious tone.
‘It’s okay, I’ll leave’ Henry said, tossing his phone from
one palm to another. ‘Tell her, I only came to pick her up
for service today. I’ll be back some other time, we still
have loads of stuffs to discuss’ Henry said and turned to
take his leave.
‘Don’t return here else I’ll do something terrible to you’
Henry could hear Cole threaten as he approached the old
weak gate. He paused and stared at the compound. The
place was neat but it looked very old, like a deserted
place that was being renovated. There was a blue car in
the compound and a mini van. There were also very old
building bricks arranged in one corner. Henry wondered
what a modern looking guy like Cole was doing in such
an environment. Henry cleared his throat and walked on.
He got into his car which was parked by the road beside
the house and settled in the driver’s seat, leaving the
door opened. He took his tablet device from the back
seat and unlocked it. He opened up an application to
monitor the bug he just planted. After some loading, the
streaming began, he could see Cole just turning back into
the house. He dropped the tablet on the right seat and
closed the door. He wasn’t sure Evelyn was in the house
but he was sure that the driver and his wife or girlfriend
knew her. But the bug he just placed there would help
him confirm that.
He took in a deep breath and remained in silence for a
while. He could hear some singing from around the
corner, a church was having the Sunday service.
His previous plan was to pick Evelyn and convince her to
follow him to his own church’s service but since he
didn’t get to see her, he decided to attend a church
nearby while he monitored the bug. He closed the door
and started the engine.
~~
After waiting for sometime after Henry walked out of the
gate, Cole opened the door slowly and entered back into
the house. Tarasha was seated on the arm rest of the
three seater sofa, her short gun was still in her hands, she
stared straight at him. There was an awkward silence of
over five minutes. Cole couldn’t move and Tarasha kept
an undecided look on him.
‘Why did you take the phone?’ Tarasha finally asked.
Cole felt stupid. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the
phone at all or he should have told her about it when she
didn’t ask. But the reason he was so interested in it was
the special technical qualities the phone seemed to have.
Little did he know that the owner of the device was also a
technical guru who was capable of delivering them to the
police by just that simple mistake. Cole could not answer
the question, words refused to come out of his mouth.
Tarasha narrowed his gaze at him sternly. But Cole still
felt little bit relieved. At least, she wasn’t looking like she
was still going to still kill him.
Tarasha stared back to the gun in her hand. She felt like
punishing Cole for what he had done. A bullet into his
right arm wouldn’t have been too cruel for his
punishment but she considered the new tasks ahead and
the fact that she might still be the one to treat the bullet
wound. She offloaded the gun and dropped it on the
chair, one of the two bullets rolled to the ground.
‘So it was Henry right?’
‘Yes’ Cole answered. Tarasha let out a breath and her
shoulders fell. Henry could interpret the look on her face
as a wish that she could see him. He felt the temptation
to smile, but rebuked himself and stayed calm.
‘Can you check if he’s still anywhere around?’ She said to
Cole as she got up and walked to the front window. Cole
opened the door and walked into the compound. He
stared around the compound for a little while before
proceeding to the gate, he opened the unlockable gate
and peeped outside. Except for some building workers
walking around, he could only see tyre marks on the
sand. He closed the gate and returned into the house.
‘He’s gone’ he said to Tarasha who had already come out
to the balcony. She was searching everywhere with her
eyes. ‘Where did he stand?’ She asked.
‘Here’ Cole answered, standing on the same spot Henry
stood.
‘That guy is a crazy technician and developer, his
knowledge of this place could mean danger for us. We
need to leave here soon’
Tarasha kept looking around. She saw something at the
top edge of balcony pillar, it was hidden behind the
cobwebs. She felt stupid as she stared straight into the
bug before discovering what it was. She detached it from
the wall and dropped it on the floor, crushing it with her
foot.
‘S–t! He has seen my face’ she cursed. ‘Didn’t you see
this?’ She barked angrily at Cole.
Cole stepped back in fear and gave way for her to walk
back inside through the door. He followed after her. ‘We
need to leave here immediately’ she said, walking
hurriedly. ‘I don’t know how much time we have left’ she
picked the gun and the bullet on the sofa. Cole was
standing still, he didn’t understand why they had to leave
but he couldn’t summon courage to ask like he would
have done normally. As far as he was concerned, Henry
was there only for her. They had covered all tracks on
their last operation, so there was no way it could be
traced to them. Henry had come to discuss his love issue
with her and that was all.
‘Why are you standing there?’ Tarasha returned back and
stared at him. She had taken off her top and had only her
bra and pant on.
‘That guy’ Cole began, moving closer to her slowly,
carefully choosing his words in his brain first so as not to
infuriate her again. ‘He said he came to pick you for
church service’
Tarasha stared at him awkwardly. Her anger was
beginning to arise again.
‘He knows your name’ Cole quickly added.
‘What do you mean?’ She narrowed her gaze at him.
‘He called you Tara’
‘What??’ She exclaimed, more like a whisper, looking
shocked. ‘Where the hell did he get that from?’
Cole stared at her in surprise, surprised that she was
surprised. He thought she was the one who told him the
name since he assumed they had begun a love affair.
‘Whatever, we need to leave here now’ Tarasha said and
moved closer to the sofa, she picked the bullet on the
floor.
‘I think you’re in love with him’ Cole mustered enough
courage to say as she turned back. He held his breath
anticipating what could befall him.
‘What??’ Tarasha turned back angrily, it was as if Cole just
stirred the devil in her. Cole could see her anger in her
eyes and he began to tremble immediately. He began to
step back slowly as she proceeded towards him. There
was no gun in her hands and the door was still opened
for Cole to run outside but he knew his attempt would be
fruitless. So he knelt down in an attempt to plead.
A knock sounded on the door.
‘Evelyn, come on, I know you are in there’ Henry’s voice
rang in.
Episode 55
Dakolo posed in front of the mirror to check his dressing
and make sure that nothing was out of place. His well
fitted black suit made him look smart as usual, he was
wearing a white shirt under and a dark blue tie. He took a
small comb from his box which he had already arranged
and combed his medium height hair forward. He
returned the comb and straightened up his jacket, he
looked into the mirror once more before picking up his
box and phone. His phone rang just in time.
‘Agent Dakolo, are you at the Rivers’ airport already?’
Officer Ken’s voice came through.
‘No officer’ Dakolo smiled, ‘I’m already in Abuja, I’ll be in
the headquarters in few minutes time’
‘In Abuja already?’ Officer Ken exclaimed in a surprise
tone. ‘Are you at the Abuja airport then?’
‘No, I’m not. Don’t bother about me’ Dakolo smiled. ‘I
know my way around, I’ll meet you in the office. Is the IG
there already?’
‘No, he isn’t but he’ll be with us in few minutes also’
Officer Ken answered.
‘Okay, until we see then’ Dakolo ended the call and
opened the dial pad for a new call. He dialed the cabman,
Clement’s number.
‘Where are you now?’ He asked.
‘I just drove in’ Clement answered.
~~Twenty five minutes later ~~
Dakolo and the cab man drove into the large compound
of the police headquarters after thorough searching at
the gate. Dakolo was seated in front with him and they
chatted all through the journey like friends until they got
to their destination.
The cab man who was surprised when Dakolo asked him
to turn into the police headquarters was more surprised
on seeing several high ranked police officials stop to
greet Dakolo as they drove into the gate. It was his first
time of entering the place but his surprise robbed him of
the chance to notice the other beautiful sites in the
compound. He began to stare at Dakolo’s face
suspiciously.
Dakolo smiled on seeing his confused look. ‘Sorry, I
didn’t tell you I’m a member of the police force’
The cab man glanced at him, the look on his face
expressed his demand for more explanation.
‘My younger brother is the contractor really, it was his
business card I gave you’ Dakolo explained further. ‘My
promise to get jobs for you when you go back to your
carpentry work is still on. I’ll ensure that my brother
works with you’
The cab man stared at him more awkwardly without
saying any word. He drove as he was being directed by a
police officer into the garage. After about two minutes,
they finally parked the car.
‘Thanks’ Dakolo said, bringing out his wallet from his
jacket’s inner pocket. He began to count. ‘Since you
know everywhere around, I’ll be calling you often, hope
you’ll be available’
‘I’ll try’ Clement answered less enthusiastically. His focus
was more on the cash Dakolo was counting. Dakolo
finally counted triple of the fare and handed it over to
him.
‘Oh! Thanks’ Clement received the money joyfully. ‘Just
call me anytime, I’ll be available to take you anywhere’ he
said.
Dakolo smiled and got out of the car. A crowd of highly
ranked officers had come to welcome him, the IG was
also there. A junior officer took out his box from the
back seat.
‘Agent Dakolo’ the IG saluted on seeing him. Dakolo
saluted back and received the man’s handshake with his
two hands to show curtsy. ‘Welcome’
‘Thank you sir’ Dakolo replied with a smile, also
responding to the greetings from other officers.
The Inspector General, Rikau Waziri was dressed in dark
suit too, he also had a white shirt under but was without
a tie. Aged 51, Rikau was of average height and a very
dark complexion. He had a bald head, his face had scars
on it, a result of several fights he had engaged in when he
was younger. The rest of the officers were dressed in
their uniforms.
‘Why didn’t you tell us the exact time you were coming?
We were making arrangements to come for you at the
airport’
‘I had to come earlier to do something sir’ Dakolo said
briefly. He took a back glance at the cab man who was
just driving off and smiled.
‘It’s okay’ the IG said and they began to proceed into the
main building. ‘Hope your journey wasn’t stressful’
‘Not at all sir, it was stress free’
‘Good’ the IG smiled as they climbed up the short stairs
into the building. Dakolo looked around, surprised at the
number of officers who were present at the office on a
Sunday morning. Officer Ken noticed his surprise.
‘They all have to be here because of the security issues
we’re having right now’ Ken explained with a smile.
Dakolo nodded and smiled. The crowd of officers began
to decrease gradually as they walked past the several
offices and sections. They finally got to a room with the
tag “H 4”. Ken brought out an access card and opened
the door. It was a room where top officials held their
meetings. The remaining three officers and the IG
entered the room with Dakolo.
The room which was painted white all through was not
too large but conducive enough for a meeting. There was
a rectangular table in the middle and ten chairs were
round the table. Light refreshments had been served on
the table already. The IG took the seat at the front corner
which was the short side of the table while the four
others took two seats each at the left and the right.
Inspector Ken and Agent Dakolo took the seats closer to
the IG. The meeting began.
‘So what’s the way forward now?’ The IG asked after a
short recap of the situation.
‘I’m thinking we need the help of some agents’ Dakolo
said. Everyone stared at him for more explanation. ‘I
mean a secret agent’ Dakolo stated further.
‘Does that mean you think you can’t handle it?’ The IG
asked. ‘Cos that’s the reason we brought you here’
‘I’m not saying I can’t handle it, in fact I would have
loved to but we need someone who wouldn’t need much
struggle to disguise as an assassin ‘ Dakolo explained
more but his listeners still did not understand except for
Ken who was shaking his head thoughtfully.
‘I think I get his point’ Ken put in, redirecting all stares to
himself. ‘Agent Dakolo’s face is already known in the
country for nabbing top criminals and assassins, it would
require extra work and would need a lot of disguise
techniques for him to act as a secret agent, his face is
known already’
The IG shook his head slowly and thoughtfully in
agreement. ‘So what do you think we should do now? I
really wish Dakolo is still a young man we could send as
an undercover like we used to do’ he said smiling at
Dakolo. Dakolo smiled back. ‘Well, we have some of our
officers we could still send’
Dakolo gave a slight hiss which expressed his
disagreement, ‘our boys have not been trained enough to
handle this kind of cases. They’ll definitely cause more
troubles for us. Even myself wouldn’t have been able to
carry out this kind of job if it had come when I was still a
secret agent. I have more experience now, both on the
field and technically’
‘So what do you suggest now?’ The IG asked. ‘Can Ken?’
The IG turned to look at Ken. ‘Or any of these two?’
Ken shook his head slightly in disagreement. ‘Do you
think it would work like that?’
‘Why not?’ Dakolo and the IG asked in unison.
‘We’ve been actively involved in this assassination case. I
mean the three of us’ he said looking at the other two
seated. ‘We’ve been involved in the chasing and
interrogations, do you think it can still work with us?’ Ken
said in a bold voice, dismissing every perception that he
was afraid to take the task.
‘You’ve spoken the truth’ Dakolo said after thoughtfully
considering his reply. ‘This assassin group members are
intelligent and dangerous. I’m sure they’ll just play along
even if they recognize anyone sent as the undercover and
it would turn out as a disaster for us’
‘So we don’t have enough strong and trained men in the
force that can handle this?’ The IG joined, getting
irritated that they were making the matter sound so big.
‘Sir, it’s not about being strong here’ Dakolo said calmly.
‘Of course, strength is important but what we really need
is an intelligent personnel. Very intelligent one who
would match the intelligence of this assassin group. You
know I can’t really talk about the manpower of the group
but I know they are intelligent. Most of their strategies
have been technical; they disrupt all our technical
security facilities, keep us in darkness and then carry our
their assassination, that’s what they’ve been doing’
There was silence for a while. ‘So you think that the
assassin group is not really tough in physical strength?’
The IG broke the silence.
‘Yes but I may be wrong. But one thing I’m sure of is that
their technical and developing abilities and intelligence is
where they’re stronger’
‘No’ Ken disagreed gently. ‘Except the assassin group that
killed Chief Jubril USA different from the one who that
carried out the other two but if we are saying they might
be the same, which is really likely, it would be wrong to
say they are weak physically’
Dakolo turned and stared at Ken, so did everyone else.
‘Yes sir, he’s right’ one of the two other officers finally
broke his silence. ‘The group that carried out Chief
Jubril’s assassination was definitely not weak physically.
Their knowledge of the usage and control of guns is mind
blowing, this is evident in the number of security officials
and police officers found dead in the events centre’
‘Thank you’ Ken supported. ‘None of their bullets were
wasted’ Ken added, looking at the two officers faces for
support. ‘Their bullets got into their targets at delicate
parts of the body and most of the victims did not receive
more than one bullet. This shows that the group is a
specially trained one and they’ve mastered the art of the
use of guns. I believe only intelligence wouldn’t fight
them, they’re complete, we need to be complete more
than that to defeat them’
There was another awkward silence. Dakolo now
remembered James telling him about his gun battle with
the suspected lady who had blocked them on the road
while they were on their way to save Robin Kahn.
‘You’re right’ Dakolo began again in low tones. ‘How
could I have even thought that they had no physical
strength, considering how they finished off Robin Kahn
and his men?’ Dakolo paused and swallowed. ‘I also
visited the warehouse where Robin and his men were
misled to when I was in Lagos. You need to see the way
their apparatuses were set up professionally’
‘You see, those guys are experts’ Ken put in briefly.
‘James also told me of how a single lady of the group also
engaged he and the rest of the rescue team on their way
to help Robin. She took out almost all the men and even
escaped with their own vehicle’
‘So that means we need a stronger and complete team to
match them else we would just be going round in circles
and keep losing our men’ Ken added.
‘No matter what it is, we have no option than to stop the
group’ the IG said in a determined voice. ‘And it would be
nice if we capture their boss alive’
‘Yesss’ Dakolo stressed the word, as it he had just
remembered something. ‘Talking about the boss. It is
widely believed that the group is headed by a lady named
Aisha Bello who disguises as Samantha Osman but with
the latest assassination, the report says a man carried out
the job’ Dakolo paused to look at their faces
Inspector Ken coughed and joined. ‘As far as I’m
concerned, this assassin group we are dealing with is a
large one, I believe they should have up to twenty or
thirty in the group. It’s surely a large cooperation. So we
can’t be sure that Samantha Osman is the boss, she
might just be one of their major hitmen. The real boss
could be in their headquarters and just be giving the
orders from there’
Everyone paused to reason with Ken. Dakolo took in a
breath and shook his head. ‘I agree that Samantha
Osman might not be the real boss but I don’t think the
group is a large one. We should have able to get one or
two of them if the group was so large’
‘Now, we need concrete details’ the IG said in a tone
which expressed his dissatisfaction with the way the
meeting was going. ‘All what we’ve been talking about
since are our opinions about them, no one has concrete
details’
‘And Agent Dakolo’ The IG faced Dakolo squarely. ‘You
said we need secret agents and undercovers, does that
mean that you have suspects in mind already’
‘N…no…’ Dakolo stammered as he tried to answer.
‘There’s no group or real person we suspect yet’
‘Then why do we need an undercover if there’s no
suspect?’ The IG slammed.
‘We might locate a suspect group very soon’
‘Then we should be focused first on locating the
suspected group, then we can come back to finding a
secret agent to do the work’
‘We are working on that already. There’s a NSCC agent
who’s tracking them already. I’m also thinking that we
could recruit him as a secret agent’
The IG gave a chuckle. ‘How do even you think that
would work?’
‘The agent is extra intelligent and we’re also going to
provide strong backups for him’
‘Who’s this person?’
‘Same guru we all know. Henry Ekene George
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‘Evelyn’ Henry called again when he got no response the
first time. He placed his own palm against the door and
noticed it was slightly opened. He pushed it gently and
poked in his head first before stepping in.
Cole was still standing, not knowing if he should run or
still continue to plead or if there was no need for the
both anymore. Tarasha was standing also, she was mute,
the bullet she picked on the floor was still held loosely. It
was until she caught Henry’s eyes searching round her
body that she covered the bullet in her palm.
‘I’m sorry for intruding’ Henry broke the silence
apologetically on seeing Evelyn half unclad, ‘I’ll just wait
outside for you’
‘You can wait inside’ Tarasha said with a stern voice. ‘Sit
here’ she pointed at the sofa by the wall side and turned
to walk into her room.
Henry and Cole stared at each other for some seconds.
Cole let out a breath and made a strange eye movement
at Cole before walking away, following the same direction
Tarasha took. Henry moved forward and took the seat,
staring around the house.
Tarasha inserted back the bullet into the gun and tapped
her nose with it. She was undecided yet as to what to do
with Henry, it was either she killed him that moment or
fall for the strange feeling that she was having again. The
feeling that returned that moment he entered and she
saw his eyes again. There was this calmness that drove
out from her heart it’s previous occupier, anger.
She finally dropped the gun on the bed and turned to the
wardrobe. She took out a jacket from the hanger and
remove two short knives from it.
**Few minutes later**
The silence between the duo was really awkward as
Henry drove them in his car to the church. They drove
into the church garage and parked. The Pastor’s message
was already on and could be heard from the speakers
placed outside for the security and Marshalls. Henry got
out of the car first and turned to the other side to open
the door for Evelyn. She didn’t come out immediately
but was staring at the whole place. She stopped and
stared at Henry’s face, he gave her a reassuring look and
she stepped out slowly, in her shredded blue Jean
trousers and black top.
++++
‘Henry Ekene George’ the IG shook his head thoughtfully.
‘The chap is an intelligent one really, but I don’t think he
can do this’
‘I believe he can’ Dakolo insisted. ‘He’s determined to nab
this assassin group, it shows in the way he’s been
dedicated to stopping their manipulation of the camera
system’
‘Well, I think we should have a concrete detail of the
assassin gang first before we can continue with the
undercover plan’ the IG said, waving his hand to signal
that the undercover case was closed for the time being.
He placed his arms on the table and rested his chin on his
palms. ‘We would have a meeting with the President this
coming Friday and we have to be ready to give him
detailed plans. So we just have two days to fix the game
plan, so we’ll be meeting again tomorrow. Let’s go back
now and work, think and make researches and personal
investigations, tomorrow we would return to pour out
our ideas and fix the plan’ he said in conclusion.
****
Jefa stretched and turned to his left side on the bed,
forgetting the injury he had sustained on his belly that
side. He winced in pain and scowled, he sat up in the bed
After yawning several times, his eyes was opened enough
to see. The pounding headache brought to his
remembrance the fight that occurred the last night. It
was so violent that nobody in his shop including himself
escaped unhurt.
He closed his eyes and groaned as he stood up, he walked
to the cotton and rolled it up thereby allowing the
entrance is sunlight into the room. He scratched his bare
back and returned to sit in the bed. His spoilt phone was
on the stool in front of him. He picked it from the stool
and tried to power it on but his attempt was fruitless. He
dropped it back; his promise to call Henry that morning
had failed. The business card given to him was also lost in
the struggle, which meant that the only way he could see
Henry now was to go to his house.
~~~~
10.45am
Henry started the car engine and began to drove out of
the church premises. He glanced at Evelyn’s face but she
didn’t glance back, she had been mute all through the
service,even when they were being attended to as first
timers by the church officials. Henry had answered
almost every question for her, making her look like a
deaf and dumb person. She didn’t even stretch her hand
to take the Bible gift they handed to her, Henry collected
it for her.
Henry was not too surprised by her reaction to the
activities in church, knowing that she wasn’t someone
who believed in God nor wanted to hear the name
mentioned.
‘Did you learn anything new today?’ Henry finally broke
the silence after driving out of the church’s gate.
‘I’ve never heard such hogwash in my life’ she replied
bluntly.
Henry felt bad at her reply but he smiled. ‘Thats no
hogwash but reality’ he said.
Evelyn remained quiet. ‘Those things you heard were
real, though they may sound impossible to the natural
ears’ Henry added.
Tarasha glanced at him. ‘So you believed a god died for
you?’ She asked, smacking her lips together.
‘Yes, I believe’
‘Do we still have st*pid people who could die for
someone else?’ She asked mockingly
‘Come on, don’t talk like that’ he scolded her.
‘Hehe’ she made a brief laugh. ‘It’s pathetic that
intelligent people could believe such tales by moonlight.
When we were kids, we were forced to believe those
stories but now everyone should be less stupid. I used to
think people get wiser as they progress in age’
‘Evelyn!’ Henry called, she kept quiet. ‘Jesus Christ’s death
on the cross is not a tale, it happened for real, on this
earth were you live’
‘Yes, haha’ she scoffed. ‘The stubborn Jewish Messiah was
killed by his people for disturbing their peace, that’s what
we should do to those men we see on those platforms
now who wants their followers to live by what somebody
else wrote thousands of years ago’
Henry shook his head, struggling in his mind to figure out
what to say. ‘For the preaching of the cross is to them
that perish fooli…’ He tried to quote a scripture but she
interrupted.
‘Foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power
of God. First Corinthians one verse eighteen’ she
completed the verse for him.
Henry was dazed, he stared at her with his mouth agape.
‘Where did you learn that from?’ He asked in amazement.
‘I’m sure you didn’t learn it when you were still a kid.’
She gave no answer. ‘That means you must have left
Christianity not too long ago, for you to quote a “not so
popular” verse’ Henry added.
She still gave no response. If only he knew the amount of
Bible, Qur’an and other religious books scriptures she
had in her head, he would keep quiet and stop talking
about God to her. She thought. Studying religion and
religious patterns were also part of what she learnt
during her training in the Nefary Clan.
‘Why did you leave God? Did you feel frustrated about a
particular situation and you thought he could not help
you out?’
Tarasha chuckled. Henry was sounding more like a joker
to her now. ‘God loves you and fee always wants the best
for you’ he continued.
‘Oh! Shut up’ she burst out angrily. ‘I guess that’s why he
also kills those who do not serve him. And he even sends
his servants to murder the ones who still serve him
faithfully anytime he’s really blood thirsty’
‘God is not a murderer’
‘But I’ve seen him murder a lot of people and he’s still
good at killing today.’
‘No Evelyn, God does not kill. You didn’t see him murder
anyone; he didn’t kill your parents’
‘Oh Yes, he didn’t murder them himself. He sent his
faithful followers to do it’
‘Those people lied, God did not send them. He loves us so
much and wants the best for us’ Henry was talking with
so much passion that he almost ran down a pedestrian
crossing the narrow untarred road. He quickly recovered
and they continued the journey in silence. Now few
metres away from Tarasha’s Lodge.
‘Why did you come to look for me?’ Tarasha asked and
stared into Henry’s face. The look on her eyes was cruel,
immediately the atmosphere changed.
‘Can we stop to talk somewhere or do you think we can
talk in your house?’ Henry replied calmly.
‘That’s not the answer to my question’ Tarasha slammed.
‘Yes, I’ll tell you. Let’s just go somewhere and talk’
‘We don’t have anything to discuss about’
‘We have a lot to talk about’ Henry retorted. He parked
beside the gate of the house. ‘We have to talk about you’
Tarasha who had been feeling irritated by his discussion
of God during the ride was getting more impatient. She
began to prepare in her heart slowly to use the knives
tied round her legs under the shredded Jean. Her heart
began to beat faster, something that had not happened in
years even when she had to kill tougher people. But she
had to end it all that day, else Henry would be her
downfall, what she wanted now was to get some
information from him.
‘How did you get to know that my name is also Tara?’ She
enquired, expecting a simple answer. She was thinking
that he had seen it somewhere around her when they
stayed in the NSCC house together.
‘I’ll come to that’ Henry answered.
She crossed her legs and rubbed her palm on the left
foot, her fingers touched the two knives hidden in an
inner pocket under the shredded Jean. ‘Let’s drive into
the compound please’ she said to Henry. He agreed and
started the engine. Her plan was to lure him inside and
force out truths from him since she was anticipating that
he may be stubborn.
‘There’s no gateman here and the gate does not open
automatically’ Tarasha said to Henry when be began to
push the horn for someone to open the gate.
Henry got out of car and went to open the gate. Tarasha
felt like bringing out her knives, in readiness to inflict
pains on him but her mood changed again as he
returned to the car and stared at her face for some
seconds, there was this fire in his eyes that always
seemed to calm her down.
He drove the car into the compound and stopped it
beside the van.
‘Why did you come to see me?’ Tarasha asked again.
‘Calm down Evelyn, I’ve been searching for you since we
parted last week’
‘I know’ Tarasha cut in impatiently. ‘So go straight to the
point, why have you been searching for me?’
Henry took off the seat belt with a frown on his face, he
didn’t like the way the conversation was going. ‘I was
worried about you. I did not know if you were in safe
hands’
‘Alright, I guess you can now see that I’m in safe hands’
she said and opened the door. Henry held her arm.
‘I love you Evelyn’ he said, looking straight into her eyes.
She took her eyes off immediately, trying to avoid
sparking off more emotions. Her heartbeat was
increasing. That moment was the best to strike him dead
according to the training she had got but she couldn’t
just get herself to do it.
‘Thanks for loving me’ she said and tried to step out
again. Henry gripped her more firmly.
‘Evelyn, we need to talk about you, us, your future and
mine’
‘You don’t know me Henry, you want to plan my future
for me?’
‘I know you’
‘You don’t, if you do you’ll leave here right now before I
change my mind and do something bad to you’
‘I know what you can do. I saw that bullet in your hand,
so I was expecting that you may come out with a gun’
Henry said without fear in his voice.
She paused and stared at the floor, thinking of what to
do. ‘Get out of here immediately’ she stepped out of the
car forcefully and began to walk towards the building.
Henry opened the door by his side and placed a leg
outside, he stood from his seat and rested his arm on the
top of the car. ‘I know you well Tara, I know who you are
and what you do’
She paused at the balcony and turned to stare at him.
‘Who is Tara?’ She asked, trying to pretend.
‘You are’ he insisted.
It was getting out of hand now and she was getting more
infuriated. It seemed he wasn’t going to leave. She bent
and took out the knives from her trouser. She turned and
began to proceed towards him, she was going to drain
out every drop of liquid in his body.
‘Omotara Danjuma’ he called softly making her freeze in
shock, the knife in her left hand cut through the skin on
her palm.
Her eyes widened, she was convinced now that he was
sure of his claims.
‘I met your elder brother, Jeffrey’ he added.
~~~
Jefa walked back into his two room apartment after
visiting the phone repairer’s shop. He took off his sandals
and dusted his feet on the foot mat at the door before
proceeding to sit down. His living room was not too large
and beautifully decorated but it was arranged in a neat
manner despite the old furniture used. The TV was also a
very old one, it was neat too and free from dust even
though Jefa rarely used it. His eyes met with something as
it wandered around, the diary and the photo on the
centre table. He got up and went to pick it up.
He stared at the photo for a while, a brief smile formed
on his face. He wiped off the small particles of dust on
the photo and dropped it back on the table. He took the
diary and returned to his seat. He closed his eyes and
inhaled deeply, he was about doing something that he
had never done. Their mum had told them during her
lifetime that the diary contains secrets that they were not
matured enough to handle. He flipped it open.
… To be continued
Episode 56
Tarasha stood transfixed, temporarily unable to utter any
word or move from the spot. The knife in her left hand
fell off and blood began to drip down to the floor.
‘Omotara’ Henry called softly as he proceeded forward.
‘We need to talk’
His phone rang out, disrupting the moment. He quickly
took it out and silenced it without checking the caller’s
ID.
‘Jeffery’ Tarasha’s lips moved repeatedly. The colours in
her eyes were changing, it looked like she wanted to cry
but there was no tears formed in the eyes. ‘Where did
you see him?’ Tarasha asked calmly. She released the
knife in her right hand to the ground.
Henry’s gaze moved away from her. He took a quick
glance at the window at the balcony of the house,
someone was opening the curtain to peep. ‘Let’s sit
somewhere and talk’
Tarasha inhaled deeply and walked back to the car , she
entered back into the front seat she was before. Henry
followed her slowly. His phone rang again, he checked
the screen this time, it was Agent Dakolo calling. He
silenced it again and dipped it into his pocket. He entered
and sat in the driver’s seat.
He looked at Tarasha’s face, she seemed not to have
noticed that he was now in the car with her. Her face had
turned pale, her body was right there with him but her
mind had journeyed far.
~~FLASHBACK~~
** May 27, 2014 **
Omotara sat on the floor of the bus which was covered
with a dirty rug. Still crying, she was feeling so uneasy
and dirty in her blood stained clothes. She wiped the
tears off her face from time to time but it was still
uncontrollable, it kept flowing down like a river. No one
could have imagined that such a calamity could befall a
happy family like hers, especially on her day of joy. Her
parents and two of brothers were brutally murdered, her
virginity was stolen in the most gruesome way and now
she and the rest of her siblings were being carried to an
unknown place, only God knew where they were taking
them to and what they wanted to use them for.
The bus vibrated on getting to a rough side of the road
after which the motion was slowed down and finally
brought to a stop. Some of their captors went out of the
bus and returned two minutes later. They began to lead
the youngest group of which Jerry was among, outside. It
was very dark, so Omotara could not see where they
were being led to.
‘Ahhh!’ She heard a loud groan which she recognized.
Her elder brother, Jeffery had fallen to the floor where he
was in the bus, a man who was holding a gun was
standing over him and looking at him with mean eyes. It
seemed as if Jeffery had tried to peep through the
window and the man had hit him on the head with the
butt of the gun. Her eyes met with her brother’s own , his
lips were vibrating, he was trying to say something to her
but he was inaudible. His eyes closed slowly and
gradually. Omotara’s cry increased, she couldn’t tell if he
died or fainted.
‘When we get out of this bus, I’ll make sure his head is
cut off’ the man who hit Jeffery said in a warning tone to
others. Omotara he felt like getting up to do something
like hitting the man furiously until he kills her too but she
couldn’t, her bones were so weak that she couldn’t even
lift her legs without vibrating. It wasn’t easy to be forced
on several sex rounds with the evil man whose body
weight was four times hers.
The main aim of the rapist was actually to molest her till
death, but she somehow survived. He had to give up after
he had gone several rounds with the innocent girl and
she wasn’t showing any signs of dying soon.
Jeffery was still laying down unconsciously when the bus
stopped again, that was after another hour of traveling.
Some of their captors went out again and returned few
minutes later to transfer another group of kids to
another bus. Omotara was part of the new group to be
transferred. Her peers began to get up and follow the
directions given by the men to move out of the bus.
Omotara was too weak to get up, she tried to, but her
legs failed her. She was still there with her back rested on
the bus wall as she struggled to get up, she noticed a pair
of boots stop in front of her, she looked up to see the
person. It was the same man who led the group into her
house and molested her, she could recognise his mask
and color of clothes. He took off his mask gradually,
revealing his mean face. He snarled and stared at her
wickedly.
‘Didn’t you see your mates going out?’ He barked and
landed a thunderous slap on her face. She rolled on the
floor with crying aloud. The intensity of her headache
increased, her vision was becoming blur. She stared into
his face, still weeping before she blacked out.
It was until the next morning she opened her eyes, very
hungry she was. She found herself in a forest, laying on
grass, clad only in her pant. Her stomach grumbled as
she tried to sit up, she could see her peers passing by her
side and carrying several logs of wood on their heads, all
dressed only in pants also.
Something landed on her head softly, a loaf of bread. She
picked it up hurriedly and started devouring it like an
hungry lion without trying to find the source. A man
came to stand in front of her, she looked up at his face.
He didn’t look like a Nigerian, but he was African.
‘Eat quickly. You can get water at the river over there’ the
man said, pointing in direction of the river. His intonation
and pronunciation further confirmed his non Nigerian
citizenship. ‘Join your mates immediately you finish,
there’s lot of work to do’ he concluded and walked away.
She paused a little while and turned around to look, it
seemed that the work had begun a long time, all the girls
were sweating heavily. Her headache began again.
~~PRESENT~~
‘Omotara’ Henry called. She blinked her eyes and turned
slowly to him, her eyes looked heavy but there was still
no tears in it.
‘Jeffery is dead. How do you claim to have seen him?’ She
asked in a threatening voice.
‘He’s not dead, I saw him, he came to me and we spoke.
He told me exactly the same story of how your parents
were killed, his account was in no way different from
yours…’ Henry’s phone interrupted again. He took it out
and silenced it after taking a look at the screen, Mr
Sylvester was the one calling now. He silenced it
permanently and returned it into his pocket.
‘Where did you see him?’ Tarasha asked.
‘He came to look for you and found me’ Henry answered.
Tarasha blinked her eyes, she was doubting his answer.
‘You’ve also seen him before’ he quickly added. ‘The man
who I saw you with in the Catholic Church premises’
Tarasha paused to think. Jefa’s picture flashed back into
her mind. She tried to connect his face with Jeffery’s but
she couldn’t find any connection. The man was way older
than Jeffery should be. She shook her head in
disagreement, mumbling some words to herself.
‘He told me your story, your full name and even showed
me one of your childhood pictures.
Tarasha shook her head in disbelief, she opened the door
and stepped out. She couldn’t take all what he was
saying, it couldn’t be true. Jeffery was dead, the man who
hit him with the butt of the gun had promised to take off
his head.
Henry stepped out of the car and turned to join her at
the other side.
‘Where is he now?’ She asked him.
‘He’s in town, I have his phone number’ Henry said
excitedly, he took out his phone and began to search
through his contact details. He dialed Jeffrey immediately
he saw it. Unfortunately, the line was switched off.
‘His phone is switched off now’ Henry announced,
looking disappointed.
‘Henry, please leave’ Tarasha said with a strict tone and
began to walk into the building without looking back.
‘Tara, we still need to talk’ Henry pleaded for her to wait
stop but to no avail. She was done with him already.
~~~
Jefa continued to flip through the pages of the diary. The
writings on each day increased as he progressed. He
realised that the events of older days were actually
recopied into the diary, they were transferred from the
previous ones and compiled into that one, it could be
seen from the writing and ink of pen used. Their mother
must have summarised and removed somethings she
considered irrelevances from the older ones because she
had about five to ten older days on a page while she had
the days which were closer to her death more detailed.
Precisely, two months before May 27, 2014 more
detailed; each days within that period took at least half a
page. But the ones were before that period were very
brief, the most brief ones were the ones of the early
2000s, each day contained only a line or even half a line.
His mother could not have recopied it alll by herself, she
must have paid someone to do it for her. The detailed
ones were the only ones written by her, it was evident
from the handwriting and neatness of pages. The total
writings ended at the third quarter of the book. He finally
stopped at some pages after the middle page. March 27,
2014. He began to read.
“Today, my family finally moved from our comfortable
duplex in Victoria Island, Lagos state to an hideout in
Gwaskara, Borno state. That was the only place we could
think of running to since my husband is an indigene of
the state. The conspiracy and threats of our enemies had
become more serious and it looked like the police could
do nothing about it. Even the Inspector’s advice was for
us to hide for the main time until they were less angry
with us. The house is not that bad, it just doesn’t look as
comfortable as our home is. It also needs thorough
cleaning and washing. Thank God schools have not
resumed yet, I would do the cleaning together with my
kids tomorrow.”
Jefa placed a finger on the page and closed the diary. He
raised up his head, deep in thoughts. He remembered
that Sunday several years ago, a mini van had arrived
into their compound as early as 3am, their parents woke
them up and asked them to start arranging their clothes
and books into bags. Jeffery did not understand what was
going on then, all his efforts to get an explanation from
his parents failed as they gave him no response. His
mother even shouted at him angrily to shut him up, only
for her to apologize two days later in the new house and
promise to tell him the reason for the movement when
he comes of age. He never got that explanation till his
parents were sent forcefully out of the land of the living.
Who could those enemies be? He thought. Who were
those who sent his family out of Lagos to a place of
unrest and unsettled security .
Except for an instance where he saw his parents
discussing with so much tension, he had never heard,
seen or suspected that his parents had enemies. He used
to think they were loved by everybody due to their
generous attitude and their selflessness in carrying out
their medical profession.
He opened the diary again and began to flip backwards,
scanning through each page briefly. He stopped at
February 24, 2014
“Today, the threats against us increased. The Chief once
again asked Danjuma to approve the deal but Danjuma
refused. The Chief went ahead to give us a deadline of
one month to consider it. He promised to take our lives if
we do not comply and sign the deal. I’ve never been so
confused in my life. My husband is confused too.
We’ve reported the situation to the police but no step has
been taken to act on our case, I strongly believe that
these Chiefs have a very strong backup in the force. May
God help us and save us from this terrible thing that is
about to befall us”
Jefa closed the diary again, he was more determined now
to find out who the Chiefs were. He opened and began to
flip backwards. A knock sounded on his door. He paused,
looked up and kept quiet to listen well. The knock came
again. He quickly got up and returned the diary to its
former position. He straightened his clothes and went to
the door. The police had come for him as expected, he
had explanations to make about the trouble that ensued
in his store the last night.

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