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them was tall dark and huge. He looked like a
thug. His biceps and chest rippled
and
struggled against his tight black body
hugging t-shirt. He walked behind the other
man who was plump, had a bulging stomach
and was dressed in a suit. He was below
average height and smoked a cigarette. Smoke
filled the whole atmosphere as sweaty workers
mixed flour. They divided the mixed flour,
cutting it into different sizes and panning it.
They did not bother to acknowledge the men
as they walked past them, opening a small
door that led into a corridor. One of the men
was the Boss and had previously warned that
the workers always carry on with their work
anytime he came by. He detested recognition.
They closed the door behind them. There were
in another room now. It was a very tiny room
with pipes carrying water lining the walls on
both sides. They walked quietly for a while till
they got to the end of the room.
There was yet another man sitting on a chair
by the wall. Bloodied face, swollen lips and
one black eye that was now temporarily half
closed. The man looked up at his visitors, his
hands tied to his sides on the metal chair he
sat on.
“Water. Wa..tttt..ee..rrrrrrrr” The man muttered
almost out of breath. He was barely audible.
One of the two men, who was the Boss,
brought out a plastic bottle of water from his
jacket and handed it to his partner.
“He want’s water. Shark, Let’s give him some
water.” The boss said.
“Yes Boss.” Shark said.
Shark opened the water and approached Sean.
As Sean opened his mouth, Shark bent the
bottle in a vertical position and began to
gently pour. As Sean began to gulp, Shark
moved the bottle away from his mouth. He
slowly and deliberately poured the water on
the floor beside Sean, laughing wickedly as
the contents of the bottle emptied on the dirty
floor. Sean almost cried. He leaned his head
backwards and closed his eyes. He knew he
was going to die there. When it would
eventually happen, he had no idea. But he was
very convinced it would happen pretty soon.
The room was very small, cramped with pipes
on the walls on both sides. The only source of
light was a small bulb on the ceiling that
came on only when he had visitors. There was
a fan on the ceiling that croaked and worked
at an agonizingly slow pace. He was sweaty
most of the time. The whizzing of the pipes
when water passed through them was now
music to his ears. His only companion was
his thoughts.
He had lost track of day and time and had no
idea where he was. A very frail old man who
seemed in his late 70’s had brought him food
before his current visitors arrived. He did not
know if it was twice a day or once a day. The
last time the Old man visited seemed like an
eternity. He had tried to converse with the
man. The old man did not speak English or
any of the languages Sean had mastered. It
sounded to Sean like he spoke Tiv. The Old
man eventually managed a little, “me don’t
hear. Me speak” before feeding Sean with the
usual meager bowl of tasteless rice just
enough to sustain him. He was not even
strong enough to question the old man or to
strain his brain, so he let the Old man be. He
knew they were keeping him alive for a
reason. Maybe these two men were going to
tell him.
Shark dropped the bottle of water, squatting in
front of Sean.
“Did you kill the Governor?” The Boss asked
just behind Shark
“Who? What Governor? Is he dead?” Sean said
slowly.
Shark landed a heavy punch to Sean’s
stomach just below his rib cage. Sean yelped
in pain as spurts of blood escaped his mouth.
He tried desperately to catch his breath.
They waited for Sean to get himself together.
“I am going to ask you one more time Sean.
Did you kill the Governor?” The Boss queried.
Sean looked up at the man. He was feeling
faint. He just wanted to die and give
everything up. It was not worth it. He wanted
to just spill everything but he thought about
his mother. She had done nothing and she did
not deserve to die for his crimes. He was
going to do this on his own. The Ghosts
always keep their word. As long as he kept
mute, his mother would be safe. They had
honor. These men interrogating him did not.
He had no doubts about that. He was ready to
die.
“I..do… not… know… what…you… are… talking
about.” Sean said very slowly.
“Are you crazy? You are talking back at the
Boss like that? What the fvck is wrong with
you boy?” Shark said irritated at Sean.
He made to hit Sean again but the Boss
stopped him.
“Stop. Easy Shark, easy.” The Boss said.
Shark moved away for the Boss, going farther
away from Sean. The Boss now took Shark’s
position. Only he did not squat.
“Sean, you are within an inch of your life right
now. We can protect you. Change your life.
Give you a new identity. Anything you want,
just name it. It would be documented and
signed. Its full proof, fail safe and very
genuine. We need people like you on our side
Sean. But first we need to bring down the bad
guys. And we need your help. We will make
you disappear. The whole government is
behind you on this one. You can disappear
anywhere in the world. It’s totally your choice.
The man you killed had a family. A wife, kids.
A duty. He was loved by everyone. The
Government is working at super speed. We
have a lot of good clues. The people won’t
rest till they have the killer’s head on full
display. That head doesn’t have to be yours
Sean. Do you understand me?” The Boss
asked.
Sean nodded.
Sean closed his eyes. He smiled within him.
These men were very good, but not good
enough. If he was a rookie, he might have
been bought over. He knew this routine the
way he knew his name. Good cop, bad cop.
The bad cop comes first, threatening and
abusing. Tries to scare the living daylight out
of the suspect. Then when that doesn’t work
out, then the good cop comes in. He acts like
he really cares, tries to be reasonable. Offers a
bottle of water, coffee or food. He tries to
warm up to you. He is the deadliest.
“Are you with me Sean?” The Boss asked.
Sean opened his eyes. Slowly he said “Yes, I
am”
“Good boy. Now who sent you to kill the
Governor?” The Boss asked.
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
Sean repeated.
The Boss kept his cool and walked to Shark.
He whispered something in his ears. Shark
gave Sean another trademark punch. Sean’s
chair rocked. They left him there and closed
the door.
The visits continued and the torture increased.
The food reduced and he hardly got enough
water for a day. Every time, they asked him
the same question. Every time they got the
same answer. He had emaciated so much.
The sixth day came. They visited him as
usual. He had sores on his skin. He could
barely talk. His breathing was labored.
He could not open his eyes.
They met a pool of vomit and blood by his
feet.
“He won’t make it. He can’t die here. Take
him to the electric room. Let’s end his
miserable life there. What a waste!” The Boss
said to Shark spitting beside Sean.
Shark untied Sean and carried him like a
groom lifting his wife for bedding.
Sean said a short prayer in his mind.
The end had finallly come.
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Sean woke up in a very comfortable bed. He
felt the drip in his right hand as he shifted on
his side. He closed his eyes and opened it
again. He was not dead after all. He was not
in a hospital. That much he knew. He was in a
prepared room. The walls were padded with
white wallpapers. He needed to ease himself of
the pee that now filled his bladder. He felt
stronger than he ever been a few days ago. He
got up slowly from the bed and grabbed the
iron stand that held his drip steady. He
opened the bathroom, eased himself and came
back on the bed. He closed his eyes and slept
off.
As the days went by he got stronger and his
bruises healed. He got back a lot of lost
weight and looked as handsome as he once
was. He had begun doing exercises now. On
the eight day he started doing ten push-ups.
He gradually increased to twenty and then
fifty. He thrived in the pain. He loved the
strain in his muscles. In his entire life he never
really exercised. He was just a computer geek
who loved the keyboard. Now he added a little
muscle in his game.
A pretty nurse came to the room twice daily.
She was his gossip companion. She brought
him food, checked his vitals and made sure he
was okay. He had tried without any luck to get
her to tell him how he got there. He asked her
who employed her and where he was. She had
told him that she did not know anything and
was just a nurse. Every day she was picked
from home, blindfolded in a car and the
blindfold was taken off only when she was in
the flat. She was being paid handsomely for
her job and she did not mind the blindfold.
Her father needed the money for the treatment
of his arthritis. She was blindfolded on the
way home too and released at her door step.
“How did you get the job?” Sean asked.
“I got a call from a strange number telling me
about a job offer. It was too good to be true
so the man planned a meeting. We met at
KFC Yaba and reached an agreement about
the fee. He told me about the blindfold. I did
not hesitate. I have not seen the man since
then” The nurse said
“How many men pick you from your house and
drop you off every day?” Sean had asked on
the eleventh day.
“A black Mercedes E Series pulls up outside
my gate every morning. I go in the back seat
and have small talk with the three men in the
car. I get blindfolded till we enter a
compound. I am guided into a living room by
one of the men and then the blindfold is taken
off. When I am done with you, I walk back into
the sitting room and knock on door that leads
outside. Someone comes in, blindfolds me and
leads me to the car. I have never seen the
same person twice. Why do you ask?” She
asked
“Nothing really, I was just curious.” Sean
answered.
Sean had previously wandered out of the room
he was in. The house was a mini flat which
had just a single bedroom that served as his
‘hospital’, and the living room. The door that
led out of the living room was securely locked
from the outside. He had been carefully
planning his escape. But he needed the girl.
He had developed a soft spot for the nurse.
She was intelligent, pretty and sexy. He had
always dreamed of dating a nurse. No matter
how hard he tried, he could not get her off his
mind. She was the only person he had contact
with for about two weeks. Their conversations
had gotten more personal and he was freer
around her. He was no longer on drips so she
only brought him food and kept him company.
On the sixteenth day, Sean had just finished
working out and decided to have a shower. He
got out of the shower and came into his room
clad only in a towel to meet Bimbo the nurse
in his bed. She turned as he closed the
bathroom door. Her jaw dropped when she
saw his wet body, his muscular chest and his
tight six packs. She almost wanted to run her
hands around his torso. He looked so fit and
handsome.
“Ehmmm…Ehmmm… I did not know you were
going to be ehmmm… wow” Bimpe said.
“It’s okay jor. It is not like I am totally nak3d
or something.” Sean replied and continued
“What brings you here so early?”
“I just came to inform you that I would not be
coming here after today. I came to say
goodbye.” Bimbo said.
Sean sat beside her and took the card she
gave him. It was a very pretty card which
described how much she was going to miss
him.
He took her hands and looked into her eyes.
“Thank you so much for everything Bimbo. I
will never forget you.” Sean said.
As Sean finished his statement Bimbo leaned
forwards and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The kiss lasted for a little less than five
seconds. Sean looked pleasantly surprised. He
broke the kiss and eyed her suspiciously.
“I have been dying to do that for a very long
time.” She said and blushed.
“And I have been dying to do this…” Sean
replied.
He leaned forwards and kissed her lips. He
held her face in his hands as her lips
swallowed his. They rolled on the bed, their
bodies intertwined; their lips still locked in a
kiss and proceeded to take themselves to
heights of unimaginable ecstasy.
Three hours later, Bimbo was dressed and
ready to leave. She smiled at Sean as though
acknowledging that she had a wonderful time.
As she made her way to the sitting room, she
noticed footsteps behind her. She turned and
saw Sean following her.
“What do you think you are doing Sean? You
cannot be seen with me!” Bimbo whispered
Sean walked up to her.
“Do you trust me?” He asked holding her
hands.
“I do but…” Bimbo started but Sean cut her
short.
“Then please believe in me. Go ahead. Knock
on the door.” Sean urged her.
“Are you sure about this?” Bimbo asked, fear
in her eyes.
“Yes baby. I am sure. Now go.”
Sean sandwiched himself beside the door.
Bimbo composed herself and knocked twice on
the door. He heard a lock open and then the
gate squeaked as the door opened. A man
stepped into the room. He saw Sean. Before
he could react, Sean hit the light switch. The
room went dark. With lightning speed, he
dashed to where the man was. He disarmed
the man and twisted his neck from behind.
Sean went back and flipped on the lights.
What he saw scared him.
Bimbo held the man’s gun and pointed it at
him.
“We have been waiting for you to make this
move for days now. What took you so long?”
Bimbo said.
Sean was dumbfounded. He was sure that
there was something else at play here.
Bimbo picked the man’s phone and dialed a
number.
“This is Brenda. Yes. He has made the move.
He is ready.”
She dropped the phone and lowered the gun.
Sean did not move.
“What the hell is going on Bimbo?” Sean
asked.
“You just passed your test Sean. We are on
the same side. Let’s get out of here.”
Sean was jolted out of his revelry by the
persistent knock on the gym door. He got up
and walked to the door to find Austin smiling
coyly behind the door.
“Good Morning sir.” Austin greeted, still
standing behind the transparent door. He held
an Ipad close to his chest while his other hand
had a small briefcase.
“Morning Austin. What is it with your smile?
Out with it.” Sean demanded, unlocking and
opening the door for him.
Austin entered.
They walked together into the gym and Sean
lay on a small bench which had weights
attached to it.
“I know how much you hate being interrupted
during your session sir, but this is really
urgent. Corporation just sent you an email.
You are supposed to respond before 10am.
You are to be present in a dinner party
organized and hosted by TDA Oil and Gas to
celebrate their 5th year annivesary.” Austin
said.
“Where is it holding?” Sean asked carrying the
weights as he lay down, and pushing up and
down to his chest and then up again,
continuously.
Austin flipped through the slides on his Ipad.
“Lekki Astoria Event Center. Red carpet is at
7pm.” Austin replied.
Sean struggled to push the weight up at the
20th count. Austin dropped his Ipad and tried
to help his Boss lift the weight from his chest.
With clenched teeth and a very squeezed face
Sean warned Austin not to help him.
Sean grudgingly but painfully managed to lift
the weight and put it in its holder. He got up
from the padded bench, breathing heavily. His
eyes watered and his biceps bulged. After
catching his breath, he looked at Austin.
“Skip the red carpet. When is the programme
kicking off?” Sean asked.
“8pm.” Austin replied.
“Any notes from Corporation?”
Austin smiled. This was the part he loved the
most. He stood up and made to perform like
he was the chief performer in an orchestra.
“Sit, Austin. And cut to the chase. I have other
things to attend to” Sean ordered.
Austin’s face fell. He obeyed his Boss and
read the Corporation’s notes for the dinner,
sitting down.
“Target is Rtd Brigadier Kehinde Braihmoh
Ibikunle. Military commander, Business Mogul
and Entrepreneur. He owns chains of
businesses and sits on the board of the
Nigerian Stock Exchange. He is the Chief Host
and is to be watched throughout the duration
of the dinner. He must be taken out before he
gets to his home. Modus Operandi is Stealth.
We will be watching you. Good luck Agent
Bravo.” Austin finished.
Sean cracked his fingers and turned his neck
both sides. He paced the gym, deep in
thought. He had been out of action for a
while. He needed the adrenalin rush. He
contemplated dropping the job. It seemed a
very easy take out. However, experience had
taught him that the easiest of missions were
always the most complicated. Little things
were usually taken for granted and there was
a tendency to flop.
He walked back to where Austin sat.
“Do you have the blueprints of the Hall?” Sean
asked.
“Yes sir. Just a minute.” Austin said.
Austin walked to the wall and flipped the
screen on his Ipad unto the cream colored
wall of the gym. He swiped and flipped the 3D
images that now appeared on the wall. Sean
stood behind him as he watche Austin bring
out the blueprint design of the event hall.
“These are the exits, here and here,” Austin
said pointing to some images on the wall and
continued
“There are three different entrances. Here, here
and here. You can decide to exit through the
balcony. There’s a ladder that leads from the
first floor to the fire escape below. It is here,
behind the building and not readily accessible,
unless you are inside the Janitor’s room. The
hall seats 200 guests comfortably and your
seat is just by the exit door here.” Austin said,
looking at his Boss.
Sean was looking at the images now on the
wall. Something caught his attention. He was
trying to figure out what it was.
“What does this place do?” Sean asked
pointing to a small door in the 3D display on
the wall.
Austin touched the spot where the door was
on the wall and expanded it. The spot
revealed a door with VVIP written on it.
“This suite was not in the original design. I
think it was a last minute inclusion by the
owners. It serves as a getaway for anyone who
wants to have a really good time and has
what it takes financially.” Austin replied.
After thinking for a few minutes, he made his
decision.
“Accept the mission. It should be fun.” Sean
commanded.
“I took the liberty of ordering a tux sir.
Versace custom designed.” Austin finished
grinning.
“Anything Austin. Just make me look good.”
Sean replied, turning and walking towards the
door. He picked his towel and went out of the
gym.
Austin shut down the 3D presentation which
he had projected on the wall and closed the
cover of his Ipad. He was very excited. He had
not seen his Boss in action for a long time.
Tonight he was going to be Sean’s Robin.
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Eva was up early the morning after her
mission, waiting for the 7am news. She had
waited up throught the night up until the very
early hours of the morning trying to get
information of the mission she just completed.
She was on every social media and popular
blog, keeping her ears on the ground for any
breaking news. The military was doing a very
good job of covering up what happened. She
threw popcorn in her mouth as the clocked
ticked. She needed to know what the media
had to say about the death of the Chief of
Army Staff and what special cover up story
they had cooked up. Finally the news came
on. As expected the news broke the
information that the Chief of Army Staff was
dead. Cause of death was tagged at Heart
Attack. She smiled. The military was doing the
exact thing she hoped they would.
She had wanted them to cover up the story.
That was her original plan. Such a scandal
would put the military at such a huge
discredit and paint them in a very bad light.
She deliberately left her gown in the hotel
room, hoping that someone would stumble on
it and try to trace it. So far the gown had not
been mentioned. That meant that someone
had found it and was probably searching for
prints and trying to trace its owner. She
giggled.
She changed the station and settled on
SonyMax. She got out her phone. She had an
e-mail. It was from Corporation .She opened
it. A box popped up asking for a password.
She paused for a while. It was a one-time
entry password. Enter the wrong password
and the email and its content would be
destroyed.
She entered her password.
The email opened and she read the contents of
the email:
“Dinner party at 7pm. Lekki Astoria Event
Center. Dress to turn heads. Details later.
Backup”
She smiled.
She stretched her legs on the long couch and
called her stylist.
Heads were going to turn.
**********************************************
“Park here” The Colonel instructed, pointing at
a part of the busy road which had a very
conspicuous ‘NO PARKING’ sign.
“But there’s a no parking sign here uncle. I
can’t…” Ahmed started but the look his uncle
gave him made him shut up.
He obediently parked the car near the gutter
in front of the no parking sign. There were
parked besides a white one storey building. As
they alighted from the car, a gateman
approached them.
“Oga, you no fit park for here. You go carry
your car comot for here. I say you no fit park
here.” He said facing Ahmed and blocking the
entrance into the building.
“Hey you. Better mind yourself! Who you think
say you dey follow talk?” Ahmed quizzed
walking to meet the gateman. He towered
above the gateman and could easily beat him
to a pulp if the situation warranted it.
The gateman did not look intimidated.
“Oga, I no know who you be but you no go
enter this place until you comot your car for
here. You no dey read? You no see no
parking?” He was determined. He stood his
ground.
As Ahmed made to rough handle the gateman
the Colonel stopped him.
“Please we are looking for your Boss. Just go
inside and tell him that DaVinci is outside. If
he says I should go, we will leave. Please.”
The Colonel pleaded with the gateman.
The gateman eyed Ahmed a few times and left
to inform his Boss, locking the gate firmly
behind him. He came back three minutes later
looking like he just got scolded.
“Oga say make una enter.” He said very
calmly.
The Colonel entered the gate first, followed by
Ahmed who nudged the gateman with his
elbow as he passed him. They went in the
house and sat in the waiting area.
A bald man in his early 50’s came out from a
room around the corner. He wore a sweatshirt
on top of a jean shorts. He had glasses on
and smiled as he approached them.
“Da Vinci!!! It has been years. You look good.”
He said opening his arms for an embrace.
The Colonel got up and accepted the man’s
embrace.
“It is so good to see you again, Hawk Eyes.”
The Colonel said releasing himself from the
hug and continued.
“Meet my nephew, Ahmed.”
Ahmed shook the man. They all moved into
the man’s study and were treated to cups of
coffee.
“Hawk Eyes, I do not have much time. Can you
help retrieve the blueprint of Hotel Domino,
where the Chief of Army Staff was killed? I
also want the security footage from 48 hours
before he died and 12 hours after.” The
Colonel demanded.
“Right on it Vinci.” The man responded.
Two hours later, Ahmed and the Colonel were
back in their hotel going through the tapes
when they got to the part where Eva had just
hit the receptionist with the tray and was
smiling at the Cameras.
“Pause that. Right there.” He screamed at
Ahmed.
Ahmed obeyed him.
“Rewind slowly. Slowly. Wait!” He ordered.
Eva was posed for the cameras. With her lips
pouted.
“Do you know this girl, Uncle?” Ahmed asked.
“She looks very familiar. Take off her hair and
run a match with all available hair styles on
the database” The Colonel asked.
Three minutes later the computer beeped.
“MATCH FOUND”.
There was Eva’s image on the left and another
very identical Eva look-alike on the right, only
that she had braids on and wore a drawn
eyebrow.
“She doesn’t look familiar to me. Do you know
her Uncle?” Ahmed asked.
The Colonel rubbed his forehead with his
palm. He was uncomfortable.
He turned to face the window, backing Ahmed.
“I know this girl. This is Eva.”
“Who is Eva?” Ahmed asked the Colonel
Ahmed had not seen his Uncle in this kind of
emotional state in a very long time. The last
time his Uncle was like this, was when he got
the news that Ahmed was shot in an operation
and would nearly not survive. Ahmed got out
of the coma and the first image his eyes fell
on was his Uncle’s sad face. It shattered his
heart that the only person who ever loved him
was going through such emotional torture just
because he did not want to lose him. That
was eight years ago.
The same countenance was now very visible
on his Uncle’s face. He was sure that whatever
it was, this Eva girl was behind it. He left the
computer and joined his Uncle on the couch.
“Uncle, can you please talk to me? Please?
Who is this girl?” Ahmed asked
compassionately.
The Colonel raised his head up. His eyes were
red. He was close to tears. Ahmed had NEVER
seen the Colonel shed a tear. A tiny little tear
drop fell from the Colonel’s eyes. It fell on his
right thigh. He cleared his throat and heaved
a very heavy sigh.
“Eva is my daughter.” The Colonel said.
Ahmed could not close his mouth.
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Sean finished scoping the two exits and stood
by railings on the overflow inside the event
hall. There was one exit to the left of the small
stage at the far end of the hall, and another
exit by the door that led to the bathroom. All
he needed now was to see what the VVIP
Suite looked like and he then he would make
his move. As he descended the stairs, he
scanned the hall, trying to make out faces.
The hall was not at full capacity. He wondered
when the ‘Nigerian Time’ factor would come to
an end. Most of the people in the hall were
standing in little groups of twos and threes.
He guessed that they were greeting, making
acquaintances, getting business deals or
introducing proposals.
As he got to the last step he saw a lady who
looked familiar sitting at a table a few meters
to his right. Her back was turned to him as
she was bent typing away on her phone. She
wore a black sleeveless gown. Her exposed
shoulders glistened in the fluorescence emitted
by the chandelier in the hall. He had this
strong feeling that he knew her, that he had
seen her somewhere before. He approached
her and tapped her gently on the shoulder.
“Good Evening my lady.” Sean greeted,
flashing his most amazing smile.
She looked up from the phone in her hand to
see who had disturbed the game she was
playing. She looked so pretty. Her pretty eyes
lit up in recognition. She lips parted slowly as
she took in the handsome hunk before him in
one single gaze. Tall, broad shoulders, cute
dimples, well-built and a pretty smile.
“Evening” Eva replied
“May I sit down?” Sean asked.
“By all means.” Eva answered with a little
smile.
Sean positioned himself beside her, settling
his frame inside the chair adjacent her.
“You look very familiar. I think I have met you
somewhere before” Sean said.
Eva giggled.
“Are you for real? Don’t tell me that’s the best
pick up line you’ve got, handsome.” Eva said.
Although Sean did not mean it as a pick up
line, he laughed at the lady’s wit. She seemed
funny and very bold. He had not had a
relationship in years. She seemed a good
prospect. He was sure he had seen her or met
her somewhere before, but he could not really
remember where. He decided to relax and be
free with her.
“Oh dear, Silly me. Pardon me my lady. Pretty
ladies have a way of making me uneasy.”
Sean said laughing and continued,
“My name is Frank. My friends call me
Frankie.” Sean finished stretching his hand
across the table.
“I am Rebecca. You can call me Becky.” Eva
said, taking Sean’s hand.
Still holding Eva’s hand, Sean got up and bent
low, kissing the back of her hand lightly.
“It’s a pleasure to be acquainted with you
Beckilicious” Sean said, releasing her hand.
Eva put her free hand on her mouth as Sean
flattered her. She was wowed by this romantic
gesture from a total stranger. Butterflies
danced ‘skelewu’ in her belly.
“The pleasure is entirely mine, handsome.” Eva
replied.
They engaged in small talk for a while, talking
about similar interests, sports, politics, and
books. Eva was explaining why she loved
horse racing and preferred it to car racing
which Sean liked when the target walked into
the room. Sean noticed him immediately he
walked into the room. He made sure that Eva
did not notice him as he monitored the
Brigadier’s movements from the corner of his
eyes. Eva also noticed the Brigadier’s arrival.
She also noticed Sean’s sudden interest in the
man, but she continued the discussion like
nothing had happened.
Sean stopped her as she was gesticulating,
trying to demonstrate the way she handled the
reins during her first horse ride.
“So sorry to cut you short Becky but I have
got to go.” He said bringing out his phone.
“Can I have your number please?” He pleaded.
“Sure. Not a problem.” Eva replied taking the
phone and putting her number.
“Thank you very much. I hope we can continue
this conversation sometime soon?” Sean
asked getting up.
“Absolutely. Call me” Eva said and winked.
“I sure will.” Sean said and walked away from
her.
He walked across the hall, buttoning his
jacket as he moved. The target was
surrounded by three other men who looked like
they were important people. As he got to
where they were, he took out his phone and
began to type an imaginary message. He
bumped into the target and his phone fell on
the floor scattering into a few parts.
“I am so sorry,” Sean said as he bent to pick
the parts of the phone he could see.
“It’s okay. Did you pick up every part?” The
Brigadier said as Sean got up.
“Yes sir. Please forgive me.” Sean repeated.
“You can go. It is wrong to use your phones
while walking. Don’t let this happen again.”
The Brigadier scolded.
“Thank you sir. It won’t.” Sean said and
continued to the bathroom.
He entered a cubicle in the MENs toilet and
locked the door behind him.
He took out a tiny white wireless earplug from
his pant pocket and put it securely in his left
ear. From the pocket inside his jacket, he
brought out a small circular transmitter which
had a tiny screen. The screen fit perfectly in
the center of his palm. He pressed a button to
put it on . A red dot blinked on the screen.
“Austin can you hear me?” Sean whispered,
pressing the earplug in his ear
“Yes I can sir.” Austin replied through the
earplug.
Austin had a similar transmitter designed as a
wristwatch. He looked at it as Sean spoke.
“Target is activated. I need my eyes.” Sean
said
“Your eyes are ready sir. Ready whenever you
are.” Austin replied.
“What is the target status?” Sean asked
“Target still in the hall. About 20 meters to
your 8’oclock.” Austin replied, watching his
wrist.
“Right where I left him. Don’t go blind on me.”
Sean warned.
“I will not sir.” Austin replied.
Sean opened the cover of the water closet and
dropped his transmitter. It sank to the bottom
of the water closet.
He flushed and walked out of the toilet.
Someone was going to die tonight.
**********************************
Eva watched as Sean walked across the room.
She saw him slip something up the Brigadier’s
sleeves just before he bumped him
deliberately. He was very good and executed
the move perfectly. But she had trained eyes.
She had spent 13 months watching and
learning different methods of bugging targets.
He was definitely a professional. She watched
him go into the bathroom. The Brigadier and
his pals continued their discussion oblivious
of what just happened.
Just then she received a text message. It was
from Shina.
“Is the rooster happy?”
She did not know if to inform him that there
was someone else involved in the whole
operation. Her instruction was to watch the
Brigadier and report any form of suspicion in
his behavior. She decided to take up her new
acquaintance on her own terrain.
She sent Shina a reply.
“Weather is as clear as the summer time.”
She got up and went towards the bathroom
determined to get to the bottom of whatever
Sean was planning.
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