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At 8pm The Colonel was ready. He got Ahmed’s phone and inserted the old sim. Ahmed took the phone from the Colonel and dialled Sheila’s number,
“Wait son. Don’t make that call yet. We have got to be ready immediately after the call. How many guns do you have?” The Colonel asked.
Ahmed frowned and shook his head.
“Not much Uncle, about two to three guns. Let me show you.” Ahmed said, getting up.
He led the Colonel to the corridor inside the house, opening the room adjacent the one they were in earlier in the day. It was the last room by the wall. The room was empty. Asides from a stack of plastic chairs by the tiled wall, the room was nothing to write home about. There were no rooms, no entrances, nothing. Ahmed looked like he was lost. The Colonel waited for 70 seconds expecting the detective to say something. Ahmed was mute. He gave the impression that this was the wrong room. The Colonel looked at him.
“There’s nothing in here boy! Is this a joke? We have to move fast!” The Colonel asked irritated.
Ahmed smiled. He had just gotten the expression he wanted from his uncle. That feeling of disappointment. He moved the chairs, dragging them a little bit sideways away from the wall making sure he marked the exact height where the stack of chairs reached. From the point he marked, he counted four tiles north. When he got to the fourth tile, he moved a finger to the edge of the tile and pressed. The tile turned inside out to reveal a small digital screen and a numerical keypad. There was also a finger print scanner and a retinal activation. It was a high tech security safe. He looked back at his Uncle. The Colonel was not impressed. He had broken into more complicated vaults. He could take down Ahmed’s safe in four days max. Ahmed pressed a yellow button.
“Welcome Ahmed. Please provide retinal recognition.” A voice said from the device.
Ahmed leaned closer and a mild infra-red signal scanned his retina.
“Retinal Scan complete.” The voice said and continued. “Please provide fingerprint recognition.”
Ahmed placed his forefinger in the scanner and another infra-red signal scanned his prints.
“Prints accepted. Please enter password or Voice recognition.” The computer said.
Ahmed was dying to impress The Colonel who so far was staring with a straight face. His arms folded across his chest. Ahmed pressed a button on the device.
“Please enter voice password.” The voice said.
Ahmed read out the letters of the alphabet in a song like fashion.
“A,B,C,D,E,F,G…Now I know my 1,2,3. My name is Ahmed Haruna. Take it away.” He finished.
The Colonel laughed hard. What a joke, he thought to himself. He almost turned away to leave the room when the was a soft whooshing sound. A part of the wall where Ahmed stood, caved in and moved to the left, creating a small entrance into a room. Ahmed walked in and turned on a switch. The bulbs came on, illuminating the small room.
“Here we are.” The detective said, pleased with himself.
“I can see where you keep your two or three guns boy. This is impressive.” The Colonel said.
The colonel smiled as he walked into the enclosure. He was delighted at the caliber of artillery he saw. He went to a shelf and picked a rifle. It was a Kalashnikov AK-47 Assault Rifle. One of the best he ever handled. He remembered his time at the military academy 13 years back. It was the perfect weapon. While he stroked the AK-47 in his hand, his eyes scanned the room looking at the other guns. There was a Thompson M1921 Sub Machine gun, an F-2000 Assault Rifle, a 1965 HK416 Assault rifle (a rare spec), an SPG classic, six .43 automatic pistols and a Uzi Sub-machine Gun. Ahmed shared the same taste with him when it came to ammunitions. He turned and nodded at the detective smiling pleasantly. As he checked the cartridge of the AK-47 assault rifle, his eye caught something. He bent low and pulled out the butt of a gun from the lower chamber. It was a DSR 50-Precision Sniper Rifle. His all-time favourite. Every spy loved to have this deadly piece of metal.
“Where did you get this my boy?!” The Colonel asked delighted.
“Scavenged it from a crime scene.” Ahmed asked.
Ahmed picked one .43 pistol and inserted bullets in it while the Colonel took another. They corked their guns and got ready for action. Ahmed closed the ‘door’ after his uncle and pushed the chairs back. They exited the room and went into the sitting room.
“Make that call now.” The Colonel said handing the phone to Ahmed.
Ahmed dialled Shiela’s number. She picked on the first ring.
“Hello ma. My house was invaded. My dogs were killed… I don’t know. I can’t say. I did some research on some clues I got. Unknown men trailed me throughout today. I managed to shake them off. I found out their hideout. It is beside my compound here. I cannot say for sure how many they are. Send back-up just in case so we can move in tonight. 2 hours. Good. I’m ready. Bye” Ahmed said and hung up.
The Colonel nodded at Ahmed.
“They should get here anytime from now. Be ready. I will stand watch by this window and join you later.” The Colonel said.
Ahmed left the bedroom, took station by the bathroom, and waited for the Colonel to join him.
Bruno and Marshal exited the bungalow, walking in the shadows and avoiding the ‘street lights’ shinning on every area of the street. They backed the fence, moving slowly and quietly. Bruno signalled for Marshal to hold on. They had gotten to Ahmed’s gate. Bruno crossed to the other side of the road. He walked past Ahmed house for 10 meters. Marshal watched him. Bruno walked back towards Ahmed’s compound stopping in front of the gate. He looked inside and knocked. No response. He knocked again. There was no reply. The initial plan was to pretend to be looking for number 12 of the street. If Ahmed came to the gate, Bruno would ask him for the street number and directions on how to get there. While they were talking, Marshal would appear from nowhere and take him out. So far Ahmed did not come out. He nodded to Marshal.
The Colonel waited at the window for twenty minutes. His instincts told him to move to the roof. He would have a better view from there and see whatever was happening outside the compound. He climbed the ladder attached to the water tank, continuing up until he was a few inches above the roof. He leaped gently from the ladder, landing softly on the padded roof. He walked to the edge of the roof and prostrated, keeping his jaw in both hands, his elbows acting like a tripod. For six minutes, nothing happened. On the seventh minute, he saw a man cross the street and walk pass the house. He immediately sensed danger when the man crossed back to his side of the road retracing his steps. When the man stopped at Ahmed’s gate and began to knock, the Colonel knew it was time. Immediately, he got up, half ran across the roof and jumped on the ladder. He raced down the ladder and got into the house through the back door. He made it just in time to see Ahmed moving to the front door, about to open it.
As fast as lightening, the Colonel moved to where Ahmed was, dragging him by the hand just as he was about to grab the door handle. Ahmed looked back frightened and almost pulled the trigger of his gun, when the Colonel put a finger on his mouth indicating that Ahmed be quiet. He signalled to Ahmed that they had company and that he should be on the alert. Ahmed nodded. The Colonel signalled again that Ahmed wait at the door and do nothing, while he went to keep watch at the back entrance. The Colonel was as calm as ever. Ahmed’s heart was racing. He swallowed saliva and nodded again like a dummy.
After Bruno nodded his head at Marshal, Marshal leaped over the fence from outside, landing in Ahmed’s compound. As he landed, he simultaneously brought out his gun from his hip area and scanned the area. He did not want anyone to take him unawares, especially dogs. When he was sure no one was alerted, he moved cautiously to the gate and silently opened the smaller area for Bruno to come in. Bruno shut the gate behind him noiselessly and moved ahead of Marshal. They decided to take the back entrance.
Ahmed saw the way the two men entered his compound. He noticed they had military training. Their signals, silent communication and perfect sync scared the living daylight out of him. He watched them move very slowly taking calculated steps toward the back of the house. They moved like they knew where they were going with the heavy one behind looking behind and scanning for aerial and ground threats. He decided he would attack them from behind. Two quick head shots and they would both be dead. They would not see him coming. He smiled.
As the thought crossed his mind, his uncle stole into the sitting room.
“Any luck?” The Colonel whispered, barely audible.
“They are going to the back entrance. I will take them from behind. It would be easy.” The detective said.
“No! Don’t! I will handle this. Just cover me.” The Colonel ordered.
As the Colonel took silent steps towards the back entrance, Ahmed felt disgusted. Why would The Colonel want the glory for himself? For God’s sakes he was retired! His uncle did not completely trust him. He felt he was not good enough. All these thoughts ran through Ahmed’s head in milliseconds. He decided he was going to show his uncle that he was no sissy. He turned and headed for the front door. The Colonel turned and noticed Ahmed heading for the front door. He tried to call him back but he was too late. Ahmed was already outside.
“Shiitt!!!” The Colonel cursed and raced after his nephew.
Ahmed was already way ahead. The Colonel did not want to run. He did not want to draw attention. So he moved fast, but very quietly. Ahmed could now see Marshal. Bruno was right in front of him. Ahmed moved closer taking his aim at the back of Marshal’s skull, moving closer still to get a clean shot. 3 seconds later, he had the perfect shot to take out Marshal. As he took his final step to pull the trigger, his boots crushed some gravel. Marshal turned. Bruno looked back too. Ahmed’s heart skipped a beat.
Marshal brought up his gun to take his aim. Ahmed was quicker. Ahmed pulled the trigger and his bullet caught Marshal squarely on the face. Blood splattered everywhere. Marshal fell to the ground, his brains scattered everywhere. Bruno rolled on the ground and fired two quick shots at Ahmed. A bullet caught Ahmed on his left thigh. He screamed, falling to the ground and holding his thigh. As Bruno ran closer to finish him off, The Colonel appeared from the corner. He fired three perfect shots at Bruno. Bruno rolled on the ground and ducked behind the wall. A bullet caught him on the arm. He was bleeding.
The Colonel approached Bruno, shooting at the wall. Pieces of bricks scattered around Bruno. Bruno moved backwards. The Colonel got to Ahmed and knelt on one knee, not taking his eyes off the wall. He felt Ahmed’s pulse. He was still alive.
“Hang in there my boy.” The Colonel said.
As the Colonel got up approaching Bruno, there were gunshots at the gate. The Colonel backed into the wall. He saw someone jump in from the fence and roll to the gate. She got up and continued shooting sporadically at the Colonel. The Colonel backed away dragging Ahmed with him. He was out of rounds. He did not expect this much firepower. Bruno saw Sophia and ran towards her, shooting at the Colonel’s direction with his good hand. Sophia covered him, her back to the gate while Bruno opened the gate and went out. Sophia moved slowly to the gate still shooting at the Colonel.
She got out of the gate, got into the car and sped out of the estate.
“How are you?” She asked Marshal as they sped along Palm Groove, Ikorodu road.
“I will be fine. Marshal is dead.” Bruno replied.
Sophia did not say a word. Marshal was her cousin. Her eyes were red.
She stepped on the accelerator and bit her lower lip.
Someone was going to pay for Marshal’s death.
* * * * *
Eva spent three days with her mother in the mansion. A separate suite was arranged for them where everything was provided adequately, ensuring satisfaction and comfort. Eva was upset initially that she was not allowed to leave the mansion. She questioned why her mother had to be brought in to see her as that was not the original plan. She got over it after Shina explained that plans had changed. The corporation constantly changed plans and made last minute cancellations just to throw any tracker off guard. Besides, she was safer here than anywhere else.
On the third day, Eva explained to her mother that she would be going on professional course outside the country. The course would span three years after which she would set up her own company. Her mother did not ask too many questions. She was glad that her daughter was moving up the corporate ladder. She admonished Eva to remember her younger brother and to always check on him from time to time. As Eva helped her mother pack her bags, pangs of guilt enveloped her. She knew she had to tell her mother the truth. But she knew her mother could not handle it. Besides, she was afraid of what Sophia would do if she spilled. The very thought scared her to her very bones. She shuddered.
“Eva, please seat down. I want to talk to you.” Eva’s mother said moving on the bed for her daughter to seat.
“What is the problem mama?” Eva asked sitting down, concern on her face.
“I know you have been working hard. And I am very glad that you are doing very well. Your father would be very pleased with you. Only if he were alive.” Eva’s mum started. She sobbed softly wiping her face with the edge of her wrapper. Eva pulled her mother close, hugging her.
“It’s ok mummy. We will pull through.” Eva said, rocking her slowly.
“I know my dear.” Eva’s mum said sniffing and continued,
“I was at the window area yesterday. I saw a number of men in black suits and wearing dark shades. What was happening?”
“Oh, those men. They are the security details attached to my boss mummy. She came into town yesterday.” Eva replied.
“Okay my daughter. God will bless her. I have to thank her before I leave.” Eva’s mum said.
“No problem ma. I will arrange for you to see her mummy.” Eva said.
Eva got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the after her. She left the shower to run while she sat on the toilet seat. She put her face in her hands and began to cry. She hated the fact that she just lied to her mother. She was sad and scared.
Deep down inside her, she was troubled. She may never see her mother again.
Sophia drove into the gate of The Mansion, parking the car in the garage where there were other very expensive cars. She turned off the ignition. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. She unlocked the seat belt around her, looking at Bruno. He held his arm and winced as he unstrapped himself from the seat.
“I think someone should check that out. It looks pretty messy” Sophia said.
“No! I am fine. I just need a few stitches. Can I get first aid in your room?” Bruno asked.
“Yes I do. Let’s go.” Sophia said.
They got out of the car and walked to the front of Sophia’s wing. As they entered the house Bruno collapsed on the couch in the sitting room. He passed out. Sophie shook her head as she sat in a chair opposite him. She took off the holsters on both ankles, setting the guns on the table. She kicked off her flats, walking bare-footed to the bar in the far right of the sitting room. She poured herself a full glass of strong vodka and drowned half the contents. She had not been this shaken in a very long time. She was renowned for her ability to keep her emotions in check, and her clear thoughtfulness in very unpleasant circumstances. But the emotions were flooding in now. This was getting too much for her to bear. She blocked every thought of Marshal from her head. All she wanted to do was to get back at whoever killed her only living relative.
She finished the vodka, looked at the glass cup for a while then smashed in angrily at the wall. It broke into a million pieces. The noise was not even enough to wake Bruno.
She pressed a button by the bar. A young man dressed in a white shirt and black pants came in from a side entrance.
“You rang ma.” The lad said.
“Yes Jeff. Clean up that mess over there and get Emmanuela to attend to that man over there” She said pointing at Bruno.
The lad nodded and hurried out of the house.
Sophia walked sluggishly to her room and opened the door.
The Colonel dragged his nephew inside the house. He lifted He looked for the first aid everywhere and eventually found it in the store. He took the big box into the sitting room where Ahmed lay, groaning and breathing softly. He searched the first aid box and did not really find what he was looking for. He had to make do with was available. He got out some disinfectant and a towel. He sterilised a pick-scissors with warm water and the disinfectant. He dabbed the blood off Ahmed’s wound, cleaning it and getting it ready to be closed. Ahmed winced.
“Steady boy. You are lucky son. The bullet grazed past your flesh. You quite some amount of blood. But you will be fine.” The Colonel said,
“Did we get them uncle?” Ahmed asked
The Colonel kept quiet. He concentrated on bandaging the wound.
“I think we did. But we were outnumbered. So I had to retreat.” The Colonel said.
“I am sorry Uncle. I should have listened to you.” Ahmed said, very sober.
“It’s okay. I will give you 15 minutes to get yourself together. We have to leave here immediately. I will inject you with a serum that will make you feel no pain. It will help you move faster. Pack only the things you need. They would come back. And this time, we may not be so lucky.” The Colonel said.
“I am fine uncle. I don’t need 15 minutes. I can start now.” Ahmed said trying to get up. A tearing pain seared through his body. He screamed and lay back down on the bed.
The Colonel looked at him and shook his head.
“I may be retired son, but whenever I tell you to jump, you jump. And if I ask you to run, or crawl, or hold your breath, you do exactly as I say! You do not know what you are dealing with here. I do. I will be back in 15 minutes.” The Colonel said and walked out of the bedroom.
A black kia optima parked six houses away from The Mansion. A tall man with average build got out of the back seat and strolled leisurely forwards. He walked confidently towards the gate of The Mansion. He knocked.
A very small rectangular part of the gate opened which gave room for the gateman’s eyes only.
“Yes, wetin you dey find?” A rough speaking gateman said, eyeing the man suspiciously.
“Please sir, I am looking for one woman. She said I should ask for Oga, and that you would direct me. She gave me this card to give you.” The man said. He resisted the urge to poke out the red eyeballs that were staring at him
“Which nonsense card? Make I see.” The gateman said.
The man put the card through the small rectangular hole and the gateman collected. After a few seconds of scrutiny, he handed the card back to the man and opened the door for the man to come in. The gateman directed the man to Sophia’s wing of the house and told him he would meet someone at the door. He thanked the gateman and walked to the door leading to Sophia’s wing. He pressed the bell a few times. A very pretty steward opened the door for him. She asked him what business he had and he showed her the same card. She smiled at him, handed back the card and led him to the visitor’s lounge.
“Please make yourself comfortable sir. I will let her know you are around.” The steward said.
Five minutes later, the steward came back.
“I am sorry sir. She is not around. She will not be back till tomorrow.”
“Okay.” The man said, raising his head from a magazine he was reading.
“Can I show myself out when I am done please?” The man asked, showing all the charm he had.
“Okay sir.” The steward replied, chuckling.
Ten minutes later the man got up. He did not go outside. He climbed the stairs and went into Sophia’s room.
Sophia felt weak and exhausted. She decided to just relax a bit after taking that much liquor. She climbed the stairs, heading for her room.
She opened the door to her room, shut the door behind her and switched on the light.
She almost jumped out of her skin at what she saw.
“Hello Agent S”.
It was the General.
TO BE CONTINUED
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