We drove in silence for a while, navigating bends and going through bushes. I felt Sophia’s eyes on me as I looked far ahead in the distance, eagerly hoping that we burst into a busy major road. We turned left for the umpteenth time and I began to feel nervous. Where was this woman taking me? I was sure that we were going in circles now. We should have gotten to a major road by no because we had been driving close to twenty minutes. I wanted to question her but I thought twice about it. After all if not for her help, the Macho Man may have caught up to me and who knows what may have happened.
“Can I make a phone call on your phone ma?” I asked
“Sure. Why not?” She replied and handed me her Samsung S4. I tried to make a call on the phone and for some reason the call was not going through. I complained to her and she said that it was because of the environment we were in, assuring me that once we got out of the bushes, I would get better reception. She asked who I wanted to call. I told her I wanted to call the police. I noticed a very brief flicker of fear in her countenance, but she quickly hid it. I may have seen wrong though.
A few minutes later we hit the freeway. I relaxed a bit. I was glad that we were on a busy road and we were at least seeing other cars. I asked her where we were. She said we were in Kubwa, Abuja. She offered to drop me at a park where I could board a bus back to Lagos. I could not thank her enough. We slowed down suddenly and parked the car away from traffic. She turned off the ignition. We were in the middle of nowhere. Cars were zooming past us at light speed. I became apprehensive. She looked worried. I was scared. She pulled a lever beside the steering wheel and got out of the car. I followed. She opened the bonnet and hooked it with the metal to support it. Everything was sparkling new. No dirt, dust or oil. I wondered what could be wrong. Her arms were akimbo as she scanned the cars that zoomed past us. She did not make any move to stop anyone. My hands were on the edge of the bonnet trying to look for a fault that was invisible.
She walked up to me.
“Did you find anything?” she asked me.
“Still looking ma’am” I replied, trying to find the solution. I knew absolutely nothing about fixing cars.
I was still looking for the fault when I heard her say,
“This would only hurt just a little.”
I tried to turn but it was too late. She tweaked an artery around my neck with her thumb and forefinger in one deft perfect move.
That was all I could remember.
Detective Ahmed sat in his large, heavily furnished office, the blinds drawn. He put the fan at the highest and made sure the air condition was blowing at the lowest temperature. This was the only way he could think. He was still shaken at the death of his most trusted colleague and friend. He was disturbed. Agent Mercy was the best undercover agent the academy had ever produced. She was recruited into the Intelligence Operations at 19 and had successfully carried out 4 undercover jobs. Even in the last one where they thought her cover would be blown, she had successfully maneuvered her way and got out unscathed. She was under cover as one of the strippers in the joint owned by a Mafia Boss. He was wanted for drug trafficking and child abuse. There was no single evidence against him, but the Agency was sure he was not innocent. So they sent in Mercy and she did a wonderful job.
The Ghosts had been a mystery for many years, even before Ahmed and Mercy came into the Agency. However, three years ago, James an alleged member of The Ghosts was said to have come out publicly to say that he wanted to confess his crimes and demanded 24-hour police protection. That was his mistake. He should have confessed when he had the chance. He was murdered in his sleep, in a house protected by four trained agents at his bedroom door, other agents on the roof, in the opposite houses and scattered everywhere around his house, protecting him. Yet they still got to him. He was found dead the next morning.
Mercy’s death meant only one thing: This was not a matter to be handled lightly. He logged onto his computer and entered the encrypted password. He clicked on the Mercy file. Her picture popped up, alongside her personal details and achievements. He was not ready for this. He closed the file and logged off, shutting down his computer.
He locked his office door and pressed the combination codes to permanently lock it. It was 8pm. Rita had called him a hundred times but he had not picked. He dialed her number.
“I am coming home. Okay. I am fine. See you soon.” He finished
He got on his power bike and sped off towards Ajah. He loved speed. It helped him clear his head. He did not notice the blue truck speeding towards him in the opposite direction. But he always had very sharp instincts. He was a second quicker. He quickly slowed and jumped off the bike into the nearby shrubs before the truck made impact. The noise was deafening.
Ahmed rolled far away from the collision into the shrubs. He could not feel his left leg. He pulled out his phone and dialed a speed code. It sent a signal to headquarters, informing them that he was in trouble and they could track his location. A team was sent to his location immediately. His eyes were closing; he barely heard what was going on around him.
The last thing he heard from the crowd confirmed his fears, the driver of the truck was nowhere to be found.
Sophia’s phone rang. The General was calling.
“This is code Amber. Gather all Super Agents and the Tactics team at the Watch Tower. We meet at 21:00 hours.”
She panicked. There was trouble.
Sophia dropped the call and looked beside her. Sean was lying down on the couch, breathing steadily. He had been injected with valium and should be asleep for 12 more hours. Everything was finally back on track. She had Sean. Eva was secure in the Charge Room. All logistics were finally getting back into play. She was behind schedule by 20 hours. Timing meant everything to The Ghosts Corporation. The General was definitely going to chew her raw. In their code of law, it was better to excommunicate yourself, go off the radar and hope you are not remembered, than fail an operation you were supposed to deliver. The General gave Sophia a 24 hour window and she got the job done. She smiled to herself, and then frowned. She had worked with incompetent fools and had trusted them to come through. She would deal with them later when she got off the General’s whipping. She knew the other attendees of the General’s summon were already aware of the proposed meeting. But orders are orders.
She composed a text and sent it to the Super Agents. Shina, Ambrose and Tawo. Together they were called The Deadly Quartet. The four of them were in line to succeed the General. Ambrose was the Tactical Genius. His specialty was planning operations, attacks and infiltrating impossible fortresses with a very short deadline. If there was a place that could never be breached and you wanted someone to go in and come out unseen, give the job to Ambrose. He never failed an operation. He always worked alone. He loved men and was known to be in love with any guy whose ass could take his huge dick. He was the highest paid member of the four.
Tawo was the super spy. He was the king of multiple personalities, and the master of deception and disguise. He had eight different names, 5 different passports, and was a citizen in 3 continents. He spoke English, French, German, Spanish, Yoruba, Igbo, Hausa, Swahili and Italian. He was the youngest of the Deadly Quartet and also the coolest. He was also responsible for bugging phones, cars and people. He designed a special application which could make him connect with any satellite he chose and track anyone, anywhere in the world. He was the General’s only son. He was not close to his father and secretly wished him dead. The General knew this but could not afford to have him silenced. He was his only surviving blood. Besides, Tawo was hard to extinguish. He was the most difficult member to find or reach. You don’t find him. He finds you. The Deadly Quartet was hard to kill. Only the General knew all their weaknesses.
Time was 9pm. Along with the Deadly Quartet, the Tactics team consisting of Bruno, Marshal, Gbenga, Mark, Iyke, Francis and Brenda was also invited to the meeting at the Watch Tower. They gathered in the large Oval Office. Bruno, Marshal, Gbenga and Mark sat on one side of the room in a semi-circle, talking in whispers. Iyke and Francis sat together but were farther away from the group. They were not talking. Brenda was busy with her blackberry phone. Sophia was sitting at the top of the conference table, cleaning her nails. She looked so beautiful. Ambrose was sitting 4 feet from her, his legs crossed. He was not smiling.
Tawo breezed in at 9:13pm. As he sat down, a voice came in from the speakers above. It was the General.
“Thank you for coming late, Tawo.”
Tawo nodded and waved to the air.
“Welcome agents. I can see that we have all been familiarizing ourselves. There is cause for worry. Our organization has been infiltrated. This has never happened before. Good job by Sophia and Shina. The threat has been nullified. However, this is to warn you that you should be on the alert now than ever before. There could be others like her as there is also a more desperate detective who wants to get behind the situation. Temporary steps have been taken. Good job by Tawo and Ambrose. Be on the lookout. As from now, you will resume normal jobs at various offices assigned to you. You will find a file under your pillows when you get home. Show up at your respective offices and live as normal a life as possible. You would be contacted if we need you. That will be all.” The voice went dead.
As the agents got up to leave the room, the voice came back on again.
“Super Agents wait behind.”
10 minutes later, each Super-Agent had been assigned an order. They also had identical files under their pillows, but they were instructions not job descriptions. Operation Subterfuge was activated.
Detective Ahmed woke up to find himself in a very strange place. White tiled walls, strange smell and a very small and uncomfortable bed. He tried to move but he felt a sharp pain on his left wrist. There was a drip on his wrist and a small amount of blood had formed at the tip of the needed. How did he find himself at the hospital? Which hospital was he? He remembered just a little part of the earlier events. He was riding his Power Bike. He had a collision. That was all he could remember. He pressed the emergency button.
“Nurse!!!” He called out. No answer.
“Nurse!!!” He called again screaming as loud as his strength could carry and pressing the emergency bell a million times.
Seconds later, a young man in a long white apparel came in to his room. He was all smiles as he approached his bed.
“How may I help you Mr. Ahmed?” the doctor asked with a smile on his face.
“It’s Detective Ahmed. Please doctor where am I? Where are my phones? How long have I been here?” Ahmed said, trying to sit upright.
“No no no please Detective. You need to relax.” He said pushing him gently back on the bed and continued, “You lost quite some amount of blood and we have been monitoring your condition for a while. When you wake up you will get all the answers you seek. Please just relax.” He finished.
He took out a syringe and drew some liquid from a finger size plastic container. He tapped Ahmed’s free hand and found a vein. He injected the contents of the syringe inside Ahmed and removed it from his body.
“That would help you relax” the doctor told Ahmed.
“Thank you” Ahmed replied.
The doctor smiled, took his tray and walked towards the door. Ahmed’s eyes had begun to close. He opened the door and turned to Ahmed. He walked back to him and spoke very softly.
“By the way I am not a doctor. My name is Tawo. You have been poking your nose into business that is bigger than you. The crash should have killed you. You are lucky to be alive. Ï just injected you with a form of Amnesia virus. When you wake up you will lose all memory of the past five weeks. I was never here. Good day Ahmed.”
Tawo shut the door behind him and left the hospital. He got to the car park drove out and headed towards Apapa Oshodi expressway.
He sent an encrypted text to Sophia.
“I’m done. Your turn to move.”
TO BE CONTINUED.