#AnEveningWithEva – ALL THE EPISODES.

I know how tedious it might be to start roaming the whole blog looking for the episodes of this series, so since this is a completed series I decided to make things easier for you to navigate through the series.
Here are the direct links to all the episodes.

• EPISODE 1

• EPISODE 2

• EPISODE 3

• EPISODE 4

• EPISODE 5

• EPISODE 6

• EPISODE 7

• EPISODE 8

• EPISODE 9

• EPISODE 10

• EPISODE 11

• EPISODE 12

• EPISODE 13

• EPISODE 14

• EPISODE 15

• EPISODE 16

• EPISODE 17

• EPISODE 18

• EPISODE 19

• EPISODE 20

• EPISODE 21

• EPISODE 22

• EPISODE 23

• EPISODE 24

• EPISODE 25

• EPISODE 26

• EPISODE 27

• EPISODE 28

• EPISODE 29

• EPISODE 30

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#AnEveningWithEva: The Finale – Episode 30

Hey guys, I know you all want to stab me with a knife for not posting since over five days, I’m so sorry, been as busy as hell! Work takes over four days in my week and other times I’m just tired. Anyway, I’m not going to let that stop me from writing, so expect a new episode of #B•I•T•C•H soon, not giving a specific date, but just bare with me.

Here is the finale of AEWE, I hope you guys enjoy it because I sure did when I read it. I’ll be expecting your thoughts on the series.

EPISODE 30.

Sean was not really happy to be the pawn in the take down operation but they were left with no other option. Eva would not be able to manage it properly and using the Colonel was totally out of the question. Confronting GhostCorp in a head on, direct attack was also going to achieve no positive result. Sean had been the perfect candidate. Sophia was crazy about him, and he had perfectly mastered the art of infiltration. So when Sophia caught up with him in the bathroom earlier in the day, he was glad she fell for the bait. He had worn false flesh-like finger prints on all ten fingers. These prints were designed to serve as false prints so that his real finger prints would not be left anywhere. Most importantly, it served as an imprint device. All he had to do was to put a little pressure with his fingers on any desired spot for three seconds and that spot was marked. No one could see it except you had on a specially designed pair of UV glasses which only the Colonel had at the moment. Sean had been a very important agent for GhostCorp and as such, he knew almost every operation mode that was in the rule book. He was very confident that Sophia would not want to risk creating a scene in an attempt to bring him in. She had only one option: Stealth.

For GhostCorp this meant rendering the desired target helpless and unable to struggle during pickup or takeout. Sean had been the leader of the team that designed the Serum Approach. The other members of the team were Sophia, Tawo and Shina. Together they designed a serum which had a very complex chemical composition. This serum was meant to take out or demobilize intended any target. The serum was so complex that it changes and rewrites its organic structure on its own after eight hours. This meant that there was usually a very unique preparation to be done anytime the serum was to be administered. The side effect was that the serum had no specific antidote because whenever the serum is prepared, the one-time antidote is prepared alongside it, and if not administered in eight hours, the victim dies. Due to the unstable nature of the serum, there was only one antidote for each preparation. Every antidote expired after eight hours and a totally new one had to be created. No single antidote could work for separate preparations of serum. The serum was that deadly. Whoever prepares the serum, prepares the antidote. It was a powerful tool and had served GhostCorp well in the past.

However, Sean had worked hard and put in a lot of effort to develop a universal antidote to all possible chemical structures of the serum. It had cost him a great deal of money and several lives were lost during the laboratory testing but at the end, it was worth it.

Knowing that this could well be Sophia’s line of attack, he had taken the antidote just before peeing. It was a tiny red round tablet which sat on his forefinger. He put the tablet under his tongue and waited for it to melt. Just as it melted and he began to pee, Sophia came in. At first he was scared that she might actually chop off his organ but when she began to whisper seductively into his ears, he relaxed. The two agents came in and overpowered him, injecting him with the serum. He immediately felt drowsy and closed his eyes. Three minutes later, the antidote had battled with the serum inside his blood stream and won. He regained consciousness and felt himself at a very high altitude. He opened his eyes slowly and carefully to catch a glimpse of where he was and who he was with. He opened his left eye just wide enough to see himself sandwiched between the two guards with Sophia in front with the pilot.

They got to Beehive and the agent kept Sean on his shoulder. Sean desperately needed to imprint on the surrounding so that The Colonel would have an idea of where they had been. As they got to the third floor and about to step out of the elevator, Sean carefully put his forefinger on the board beside the button that took them to the third floor. He made sure he did not stretch or shift his body weight so that the agent doesn’t get aware. Sophia was stepping out first and the agent would follow later. That gave him all the three seconds he needed to imprint beside the button that said, “Third Floor.”

Sean’s joy knew no bounds when he heard Sophia order the agent to drop him by the wall. It was an opportunity that he utilized to the fullest. He imprinted on the ground and on the wall around him as much as his deceit could allow him to. At intervals when he got the opportunity, he imprinted on the walls when the agent was not looking. He watched Sophia carefully as she opened a secret door and stepped inside, ordering the agent to follow her. He picked Sean up and carried him into BeeHive.

Carefully Sean waited and plotted, looking for the right opportunity to snap out of his faked comatose. He listened while Sophia killed Agent Nedu, dictated orders and took the life of the young woman who came forwards. Ten minutes later, the General called Beehive. Sophia with the agent tagging along decided to go meet him in the floor above them. That was the opportunity he needed.

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The Colonel drove like a man possessed, running the traffic lights and hardly using the brakes. Eva sat beside him strapped in her seat and praying that The Colonel would drive faster. With every second that passed, she feared that she might lose Sean. The Colonel very well knew how important Sean was to the whole operation. He was the key to bringing down GhostCorp. He was also the source of Eva’s morality. He calmed her, steadied her, and acted as a fulcrum for her. He was her anchor. If anything happened to him, she would lose it. She was going to go over the edge, uncontrollable. And in that state she was dangerous. Very dangerous.

The Colonel glanced at her briefly. She was focused on the road ahead, her mind wandering far away. He took his hand off the gear and put it on her left lap, squeezing gently. She looked at him. He smiled at her, trying to reassure her that all would end well. She gave a plastic smile in return and turned her face back unto the road. Still driving at incredible speed, The Colonel took out his Iphone and launched the application that acted as a monitor for Sean. He handed it to Eva and asked her what she could see.

“He is still alive. I think he is in BeeHive. The red dot has not moved.” Eva replied.

“Good. We cannot afford to waste any more time. How many guns do you have on you?” The Colonel asked.

“None.” Eva replied.

“Good. You will have mine. You know how to handle Twin Silverballers?” The Colonel asked with a smile, facing his daughter.

“You need a demonstration?” Eva retorted turning to meet his gaze.

The Colonel smiled. Just as he took his eyes back to the road, a huge tipper carrying gravel appeared from nowhere and turned into their side of the road. The Colonel was already on high speed and could not step on his brakes. In a swift second, he swerved hard to his left to avoid collision with the tipper. He ran onto the low curb, the street lamp breaking the car’s side mirror. Taking his feet off the accelerator and stepping on the brakes slowly, the Colonel swerved back onto the road. There were few cars on the road and the asphalt ahead of them was free. On another day he would have stopped, parked and given the truck driver something he would never forget in a hurry. But this day he had more important agenda to catch up with. He was back on the freeway now. He tested his brakes, checked his steering and studied the car for any form of problems. He did not notice any issues with the car. The sound was fine. Handling was still intact. They were now ten minutes away from Bee Hive. He stepped on the accelerator again, pushing up to 100km/hr.

Eva shrieked.

“The dot is not blinking anymore!!!” Eva cried, handling the iphone to the Colonel.

The Colonel reduced speed, taking the iphone from her. The dot signifying Sean’s location on the GPS was no longer blinking. It could only mean one thing. The Colonel put the device off and back on again. This could not be happening.

“Be Calm Diana.” The Colonel said.

Eva was ready to explode. A mixture of feelings welled up inside her. She watched the Iphone with eagle eyes, hoping that the red dot would come on any minute as the Colonel launched the GPS application. They waited. Three minutes. Five. Nothing.

“Sh1t! Sh1t!! Sh1t!!!” Eva said hitting the dashboard with her fists.

“We need to hurry. He may still be alive. Suck it in Eva. You need a clear head.” The Colonel barked. He increased speed to 120km/hr, trying not to think about what may have happened to Sean.

Eva nodded and bit her lower lip. Different mixtures of emotions were threatening to burst from her insides out. She tried to hold herself together. It was not really working but she just had to. A few seconds later, a message came in on the phone. The Colonel opened it.

“DaVinci, I’m going solo. Hurry. I need you.”

It was Sean.

“Your boyfriend is alive” The Colonel said, passing the phone to her.

The Colonel could see her countenance lifted. Even though he was also relieved and delighted, he kept a straight face.

They got to Bee Hive but parked about twenty meters away from the main building. They walked quickly to the gate, with Eva watching their back. The Colonel took out a small palm torch from his back pocket. The torch was a password decryptor. It had a small screen at the neck which cracks the password once the rays hit the keys. He pointed the torch at the password panel at the gate and saw the keys that Sophia had pressed.

4 9 6 1 6.

He pressed them and the gate opened.

They walked inside the compound, with Eva walking with her back to the Colonel, facing the gate, with the silenced twin Silverballers in each hand by her cheeks. She was watching every spot, every angle, just in case there were in for an ambush. They got to the door leading into the building and the Colonel used his password decryptor again. As they were about to enter, Eva stopped the Colonel pointed to a spot on their far right. The spot had a reddish liquid on the tiled floor.

“Blood” Eva whispered.

They walked slowly and stealthily to the point and the Colonel bent to access the situation. Just then they heard footsteps. The Colonel backed up on the wall and carefully turned so that only a fraction of his left eye could see who was approaching. It was one of the guards that took Sean from the movies. Eva was crouched besides him. In eight or nine steps, the agent would get to them. He turned only his head and whispered to Eva who had got up and was not standing close behind him.

“Agent. 6 steps till he gets to us. I’m going to jump him. If I fail, weaken him.” The Colonel said.

Eva nodded.

The Colonel began the count down with his fingers, showing it to Eva.

5…4…3…2…1

After he counted the last number, the Colonel stepped away from the wall and into the path of the agent. The agent was shocked and surprised. Before he could find time to react, the Colonel gave two quick jabs. He gave one punch to the agent’s right lower rib cracking a bone, and then the other punch to his Solar plexus. The agent gasped for air, staggering back.

Just then the radio with the agent cackled to life.

“Mario, where the hell are you? What is taking you so long? The madam wants you immediately. Come in, over.” came a male voice from the other end.

The Colonel didn’t hesitate. He went behind the agent and snapped his neck from behind, letting him fall in a heap. He dipped his hands into the agent’s pockets, looking for anything that might be helpful. He found a bunch of keys, an access card and the key to a G-Wagon. He took the items he found and side stepped away from the corpse. He moved towards Eva.

“Let’s go. We need to hurry” Eva said.

The Colonel nodded, walking briskly away from the scene and quickly through the door. He brought out the special UV glasses that were inside his mafia suit and handed one to Eva.

“Put this on. We should see Sean’s markers from here.” The Colonel said walking ahead of her and wearing his own pair of UV glasses.

The Colonel looked left and right on the floor they were on and his eyes caught Sean’s imprint on the door of the elevator.

“Here. Follow me.” The Colonel commanded.

They walked into the elevator and the Colonel found Sean’s imprint on the panel beside the third floor button. Eva saw it too.

“Bless you Sean.” Eva whispered with an expectant and eager look in her eyes.

The Colonel pressed the button to take them to the third floor, and then turned to look at Eva. He was very worried about her. He knew that she was capable as a field agent and could very well take care of herself. But right now a bit of fear gripped him. He suddenly doubted if she could handle herself given the emotional conditions surrounding this operation. He needed her to think clearly, have a straight and calm head. He had told her countless times. He could not snap at her now that they were very close. He heaved a very long and heavy sigh. Eva looked at him.

“Dad, I will be fine. I have everything going on well right now. Trust me.” Eva said, pointing her forefinger at her head as if to say she’s thinking straight.

The Colonel smiled. Just then there was a short elevator sound to tell them that they had reached their destination.

“This is it Diana. Let’s do this.” The Colonel said, bringing out his silenced .45 automatic caliber pistol.

Eva took out the silenced twin Silverballers from her hips, one in each hand and waited.

The elevator opened.

* * * * *

The General paced the room, eager and waiting. How could Sophia decide to betray him like this? Where did she get the audacity to? Was she working for someone? Did she know something that he didn’t? Different questions ran through his head as he waited for her to arrive. He had taken her in when she was just a kid. Trained her, schooled her, and made her what she was. And now she wanted the Corporation for herself?

“No! It cannot be!” The General exclaimed smashing the glass of water in his hands against the wall.

The steel door opened inwards and Sophia walked in, accompanied by the agent who was acting as her guard.

“Why am I not surprised? You even have the access codes to this room. And is he necessary?” The General asked, nodding at the agent but maintaining eye contact with Sophia.

Sophia ignored his question and moved to her left to the part of the room that had a small round table and two chairs. It was the lounging area of the office where you could relax, have a drink and even take a nap. After she had settled well and poured herself a cup of juice, she said to the General,

“Would you care to join me please?”

It was more of a demand than a request. She had the General by the balls and they both knew it. He could decide to take her out, but that would be detrimental. He needed to know what was really happening. He needed to know why she was going rogue. Was she working for someone? Did she want money? All these questions needed answers. The answers he got would shape his decision. He walked grudgingly to the lounging area and sat opposite Sophia. He had an unreadable look on his face. It was a look that Sophia had seen uncountable times, that it did not mean anything to her anymore. She just smiled.

“A cup of juice, General?” Sophia asked.

The General just stared at her, trying to read her mind. He was trying to connect with her resolve, trying to get some form of emotional weakness, any form of spiritual connection. He was very good at it and had used it on her a lot when she was still his loyal lieutenant. It was not working this time.

“Does he have to be here?” The General asked her.

“Is that important? He is here just in case you try anything funny. I have never trusted you Marcus.” She said, finishing the orange juice in her cup.

“I knew you never have. I was not counting on that.” The General replied.

“You wanted me here. Did you summon me for small talk? Or you would like to really get to the point. I have things to attend to.” Sophia threatened.

The General was fast losing his grip. He was no longer in control. He needed to take control but how? He did not want Sophia dead, at least not yet. He could finish her in seconds. He thought for a few seconds. Maybe he had to. She was proving really difficult. She had to go. But the guard she brought in was going to complicate issues. He could not kill two professionals at once. He decided he was going to warn Sophia.

There was a small button inside his right shoe by his big toe. He squeezed the big toe against the button, sending a signal to Ambrose who was hiding in the store, inside the room they were in. The store was directly to the left of the Sophia. The door opened and Ambrose came out, gun in hand. It all happened in seconds.

Ambrose shot at the guard, releasing four bullets as he came out confidently from the room he was hiding. The bullets hit the guard on the chest, belly and face. The guard fell sideways, hitting his head on the brick wall. Sophia was very well aware of her surroundings. Immediately the door opened and Ambrose came out, she kicked the table from under with her legs, sending the top of the table forwards in the air, hitting the General’s face. In a split second, she took out her .43 gold plated automatic pistol from her hip, turned and shot at Ambrose. The single bullet caught him in the groin area. He screamed, fell down holding his ball5. She turned immediately to face the General who had been hit by the top of the table. He crawled on his back, moving away from Sophia as she walked towards him, pointing her gun at him. He crawled backwards until he got to the wall and could not move anymore.

“Keep crawling!!!!!” Sophia screamed, shooting the wall just above his head.

The General kept still, blood dripping from his forehead down the side of his face.

“The agent Ambrose just killed was my pawn. I knew Ambrose was in here but I did not know exactly where. I was counting on you to want to use him against me. But deep down, I hoped that I was not in the same category as your other fallen Lieutenants. I hoped I would be indispensable. I hoped that I was more than an agent to you, that no matter what your love for me would let you keep me. I served you. I killed for you. I loved you as a father! And this is what I get? You want me dead? Huh?” Sophia said slowly, firing another shot a few meters to his left.

The General just stared at her breathing slowly. He did not say a word.

“Answer me goddamitt!” Sophia said, pointing the gun at the General’s head.
Just then a voice said from the entrance of the main door.

“Drop the gun Sophia. He is not yours to kill.”

Sophia turned to see Sean standing by the door, an SPG rifle in his hands. He winked, smiled and nodded to her to move sideways.

She melted at the sight of Sean.

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Sean waited for about three minutes after Sophia and her bodyguard had left Bee Hive before he opened his eyes slowly. The illumination of the room almost blinded him, as he had deliberately had his eyes shut for too long. He got up slowly, turning to look at all the people in the room. He stretched his joints and twisted his upper body. His joints made cracking sounds as he twisted. He felt pity for the young lady who was still on the ground, her lifeless corpse decorating the mahogany floor. He took out a tiny pen from his back pocket. It was a low voltage electrocuting neutralizer. He hit his chest with the pen, sending tiny but powerful electric waves through his body. The electric signals went straight to his heart, neutralizing the tracker that had been previously inserted by the colonel. He took out his phone from the inner bosom pocket of his blazers and sent the Colonel a message. He moved to Nedu’s table, put his hands under the long table and ran them to and fro while his eyes scanned the frightened BeeHive officers.

“This baby should be here somewhere.” Sean said to himself, stretching further beneath the table so that his hands could touch the edges.

“Ah ha!” Sean proclaimed as his hand hit something.

He pulled out an SPG riffle, corked it twice and smiled.

“May I have your attention please?” Sean said, tapping the table with the gun.

The officers in Bee Hive looked at him, many of them very scared. They had just watched two of their colleagues murdered in cold blood without reason and here another gun slinging maniac was calling their attention.

“Who works after Nedu here?” Sean asked, raising his voice so all could hear.

Nobody answered. No one was ready to die.

“I am not the bad guy. All I want to do is to take down this Corporation, so I suggest you start planning new exits, new jobs, and new safe havens. I need to know who works here after Nedu or what you just witnessed Sophia do would be child’s play.” Sean threatened, corking his gun threateningly.

A short man stepped forwards, very chubby, and wearing a pair of huge framed lenses. He stepped out of his chair but remained on the same spot. He was too scared to move.

“Please, don’t be afraid. Do come forward.” Sean urged him pleasantly.

The man walked slowly forward and stopped just a few meters in front of Sean. Sean approached him gun in hand and put an arm around his shoulders. He walked with him back to the table. Putting his hand into his tight right pant pocket, he brought out a flat microchip and handed it to the man.

“This is a virus. It erases every data from the corporation data and writes into the registry of the backup servers, stopping them from automatic data backup. It also cripples the firewalls so that they are weakened to fight against the intrusion. Can I count on you to carry this out perfectly?” Sean asked.

The man nodded weakly.

“What is your name?” Sean asked again sitting on the table and facing him.

“Patrick sir.” The man replied weakly.

“Patrick, I do not plan for any one of you to die here tonight.” Sean spoke slowly and deliberately. Then he raised his voice as he continued so that the whole room could hear his voice.

“Your life and the lives of those in this room depend on this one small favor that I ask of you. Would you please follow my instruction to the letter?” Sean asked conclusively.

“Yes I will.” Patrick answered meekly.

“Could you be more audible for the sake of the rest of your friends here?” Sean said.

“Yes I will!” Patrick said raising his voice.

“Good. Very good. I go in peace. Don’t make me find you Patrick.” Sean threatened, handing the chip to him.

Sean stepped out into the corridor and retraced his steps the same way Sophia came in. As he walked into the enclosure, he put his hand over the keypad and pressed the passcode to take him to the floor above him. Just as the enclosure was about to move, he caught a glimpse of familiar figures in the corridor.

It was the Colonel and his beloved Eva. He quickly stopped the elevator from moving and got out of the elevator. Eva could not believe her eyes as she saw Sean come out from a hidden enclosure on the wall. She ran towards him and jumped at him, hugging him tightly. She kissed him fully on the lips as he held her tight, kissing her back. She held on for a while kissing and hugging him tight. After what seemed like an eternity, she let him go.

“I feared you were dead!” She said, still holding his hands in hers.

“I am here sweetie. Flesh and blood.” Sean replied.

The Colonel approached him and shook him by the shoulder.

“Good to see you Bravo.” The Colonel said.

“Missed you too Davinci.” Sean replied.
“So what is the next step now?” The Colonel asked looking at the rifle in Sean’s hands.

“Sophia has gone up to the control room to meet Marcus. I am going to intercept them there. You will come with me, while Eva will stand guard here at BeeHive to make sure all goes as well as planned.” Sean finished.

The Colonel nodded while Eva hugged him tight again before letting him go. They left Eva in charge of Bee Hive as the rest of them went upstairs to meet the General. As they approached the door, they heard gun shots. They immediately rested their backs on the wall by the door, waiting for the gun battle to subside. Then Sean heard Sophia raise her voice. She was talking to the General. He tiptoed to the door and keyed in the passcode, the door opened noiselessly. Sean peeped first to assess the situation. Sophia had his back to him as she lashed out words at the General. As she raised her gun at the General, Sean stepped in.

***************

Eva was pacing on the floor of Bee Hive, making sure that all the agents were behaving and injecting the virus into the Corporation when she heard sound behind her. She turned quickly to find out what it was that suddenly made the sound but she was not quick enough.

Agent Ope stood at the entrance of Bee Hive with a .23 semi-automatic pistol, smoke drifting upwards from the nozzle of the gun. Eva had ducked, rolled on the floor and fired a shot of her own catching Ope in the neck. Blood guzzled from the hole, flowing like a fountain. He fell on the floor slowly, trying to mumble incoherent words. Eva got up from the floor holding her stomach. Ope had shot her. Blood flowed from the gunshot wound, painting her hand red. She gasped for her as she staggered to the door, trying to exit. As she struggled with her feet walking past Ope’s lifeless body, clutching her stomach and trying to breathe, one word repeatedly came out of her mouth, although barely audible:

“Sean.”

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“Drop the gun Sophia.” Sean repeated, raising the SPG threateningly at Sophia.

Sophia dropped the gun beside her and kicked it just a few meters away. The Colonel strolled in with confidence, walking past Sean and towards The General. Sophia was looking at Sean, her back to the General. She wished she could just disappear with him and forget this whole blood bath.

Suddenly, the General moved. He pulled out a jack knife from his boots and sprang up acrobatically from the floor. The Colonel aimed at him but did not shoot because Sophia was in the line of target. The General held the knife to Sophia’s neck, pushing it gently against her soft fair skin. A little blood trickled from the contact.

“Drop the guns. Both of you, Now!” The General ordered.

None of them moved. Sean saw the look of fear and helplessness in Sophia’s eyes. He could not believe he felt something for Sophia after all. Sophia did not want to die.

“I said drop the guns motherfuckers!!!” The General screamed, pressing the knife further deep on to Sophia’s flesh. The blood was rushing faster now and Sophia had begun to squint. Sean could not take it anymore.

He bent carefully and dropped his rifle on the ground. He stood and raised his hands.

“Happy now?” Sean asked.

“Your turn!” The General screamed at the Colonel.

The Colonel did not care who died and who did not. He wanted Marcus dead. He raised his gun higher, targeting Marcus’ head.

The General knew that he could not win the battle. Sean saw the glint in his eyes. Everything happened like slow motion.

In one sudden move, the General slit Sophia’s throat with the knife, pushing her on the floor. As he bent to pick the gun Sophia dropped, the Colonel opened fire on him. Sean had already bent and picked his rifle. Standing on one knee, Sean emptied his bullets on the General while the Colonel continued to shoot at him too. The General managed to stagger and get up, trying to shoot. They rained bullets on him, while he staggered. His white starched shirt covered in blood. As he tried to pull the trigger of the gun, Sean gave a precise shot to the middle of his head.

His brains splattered across the room and he fell to the ground. His body was still shaking as Sean and the Colonel walked to him. They rained the remaining of their bullets on him until his body stopped moving. Sean spat on his corpse.

He moved to Sophia and bent down. He held her hand and closed her eyelids. She looked so beautiful even in death. He wished things had ended differently.

Just then an alarm began to sound in the whole building.

“DEFCON4 activated. 50 seconds till self-destruct.” A computerized voice said.

“What the hell is that?” Sean asked.

“Marcus had programmed GhostCorp to end with his death. This building self-destructs once his heart stops beating. We need to move. Now.” The Colonel explained as the got out of the room.

They got to the Bee Hive floor and saw a trail of blood. The followed it and turned the corridor to see Eva coughing blood and breathing heavily.

“This is not happening! Baby, I am here. I love you. Stay with me. Come on. Stay with me.” Sean said, lifting Eva and resting her on his arms while he knelt.

“Se..ee…aaaa…nnnnn” Eva said with labored breathing.

“I looo….ooovveee……” She said but coughed out more blood.

“20 seconds to self-destruct.” The Computer said

“We need to leave Sean. There’s no time.” The Colonel said.

Sean lifted Eva, carrying her in his arms like a wedding bride. They hurried out of the premises with Sean repeated assuring Eva and tears in his eyes, even though her eyes were closed:

“I love you baby. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me.”

THE END.

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 29

•I haven’t posted a new episode of #AEWE since thursday last week or there about and I’m sorry but I guess its due to the fact that the ending of this great story has to be perfect. This post is probably the longest #AEWE post I’ve posted so read and kindly drop your thoughts, the next post would be the grande finale so anticipate and watch out for it.

•Brand new episode of #B•I•T•C•H comes tomorrow.

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Now to today’s episode…

EPISODE 29

Sophia hid herself well among the large number of people ascending the steps in the viewing room of the cinema. She watched Sean and Eva from the corner of her eyes as they settled in their seats. Sophia walked past their row and turned right two rows after Sean’s. She sat in a chair directly behind them, settling in comfortably. She had no idea what she was going to do or how she was going to proceed. She had no clear cut strategy or premeditated plan. And that was how she wanted it. She knew the importance of planning. Even Ope had suggested that they come up with various attack and defense options just in case things got out of control. Sophia had carefully listened as he presented his strategies for extraction and infiltration. The objective of the operation was to bug the targets, trace them to their nest and then attack.

Sophia had seen a lot in her career with GhostCorp especially since they began to deal with The Colonel. He was always one step ahead no matter how failsafe their plan was. With every check and balance, with every possibility factored in and with every loophole envisaged, they always came second best. The Colonel was always in the know and was usually more intelligent. Initially, Sophia ha felt that there was someone leaking information to The Colonel. However after a series of serious investigations, she arrived at the answer; The Colonel knew everything about GhostCorp and always predicted every possible step they would take. The chip she collected from Ambrose contained every information about GhostCorp prior to BeeHive’s reprogramming. She had no doubt in her mind that The Colonel was aware of their little plan to rendezvous with Sean and Eva.

So she made her decision. She was going to go in with only one plan; to follow her instincts.

Settling in her seat she removed her necklace, putting it carefully in the small purse that she carried with her. The movie started and the room went graveyard silent. Sophia’s eyes did not leave the back of Sean’s head. She pondered different ways to place the bug in him.

Sean felt very uneasy. He was constantly aware of eyes behind him. He desperately wanted to turn and catch a glimpse of his stalker but he thought better of it. He drew Eva close to him, wrapping his big right arm around her shoulders. They cuddled in that position affectionately like long lost lovers. To the normal eyes, it may seem like a lovers’ cuddle. But they did not just cuddle. Sean was telling her how he suspected someone was already onto them. He felt eye peering at the back of his head. He could not just shake away the feeling. He told Eva he was going to use the rest room. If anyone followed after him, then she should follow. Eva pecked him lightly on the cheek and sank herself deeper in Sean’s embrace.

Five minutes later, Sean got up and went out of the viewing room.

Immediately Sean got up, Sophia thanked her stars. Finally she would get the chance to be alone with Sean. She immediately got up and followed Sean out of the room. As she stepped out she asked the guard standing outside the door where Sean took. The guard signaled towards the ground floor. As Sophia began to move towards the same direction Sean had gone, she slowly but audibly whispered to the guard;

“Stop her.”

The guard did not need any further explanations. His orders were clear. He immediately stood erect and at attention, waiting for Eva to come out of the door at any moment. He checked his baton and straightened his starched black police uniform.

Not too long after, Eva got up from her chair and walked through the door.

“No one is allowed to leave the cinemas lady” The guard said stopping Eva as she tried to leave the viewing room.

Eva ignored him and continued away from the door as the guard was talking. She walked fast, forcing the guard to come after her. He grabbed her by the elbow.

“I said no one is allowed to leave the viewing room.” The guard repeated, yanking her towards him with a strong, turgid pull on her elbow.

That was a huge mistake.

As he tried to force her hand behind her back, she punched his biceps with her free hand. She turned and twisted, freeing herself from his grip. He made to grab her neck with both hands but she saw it coming. She clasped her hands together and put them in between his. She opened both hands forcefully, making his arms fly sideways. She punched him fiercely, a left punch on on the chest and a right one in the belly. The guard was dazed but still strong. He made to get up from his sprawling position but she jumped in the air and launched a black flip kick to his face.

The guard fell on his face. He was not moving anymore.

Eva walked-ran into the male toilet. She half expected to see Sean and Sophia making out. But the toilet was empty. She was disoriented. There was a near tear in her eyes as she thought of where else to look for Sean. She had no idea where else to look. She hurried to the staircase, jumping three steps at a time till she got to the second floor. She checked the male and female toilets in the second floor. Nothing. She was worried. She was desperate. As she walked down the stairs dejectedly to the ground floor, hot tears fell from her cheeks. She had looked everywhere in the cinemas and could not find a trace of Sean. Eva knew how ruthless and dangerous GhostCorp was. She had once been an instrument in their employ. Once you were marked, you could not escape. She could not even begin to imagine the kind of torture that Sean would be going through at the moment. Her heart was beating three times faster than normal. She checked where they had parked. The car was still there. She touched the bonnet to feel whether the car had been driven before she got out. There was no single sign of warmth.

After fifteen minutes of fruitless search, she walked back into the viewing room to get her handbag. She expected to see the guard waiting to pounce on her but he was not. Eva could not be bothered. She was already emotionally drained and was already on edge. She walked slowly to her seat, picked up her bag and began to walk out of the viewing room. Then suddenly she remembered something. She opened the small area where she kept the device that Sean had given her and took it out. She walked briskly to the stairs, got to the car park and entered her car.

She was panting as she got in the car. She closed the doors and engaged the central lock. She adjusted the rear view mirror as she peered into it, making sure that she was alone and not watched.

She put the tiny device inside her ear and it glowed green.

“Hello DaVinci. This is Diana. Are you there? Come in please. It’s a red alert.” Eva said, pressing her hand against her ears.

She silently hoped and prayed that a reply would come in from the other end. She looked sideways, turning left and right as she waited for the Colonel to reply her signals. The car park was getting deserted. People were thinning by the second as they went in to see the movie of the night. It was dark and eerie.

“Hello Da Vinci. Come in Da vinci. This is a red alert over!” Eva said, raising her voice.

She was desperate now and almost in tears. She stifled a sob and bit her lower lip. She sniffed and cleaned her nose on the back of her palm. The Colonel doesn’t usually take this long to reply incoming messages.

As she rested her head on the chair dejectedly, two hands came out of nowhere and grabbed her. One holding her mouth and another covering her eyes.

She tried to let out a scream but nothing came out. Her screams were muffled by the palm covering her mouth.

“Shhhhh….Shhhh…. Be Calm Eva. It’s me.” A voice said.

Eva recognized the voice and relaxed. At the same time the hands that were holding her relaxed and loosened its grip.

“Dad?” Eva asked, looking back amazed.

“Shhhhh….” The Colonel said,

“Quiet, Diana.” He finished, taking out the device from her ears.

“What are you doing here?” Eva asked the Colonel feeling relief and worry at the same time.

“I sensed danger when I lost contact with Sean. So I had to come down to see things for myself.” The Colonel said.

“They took him away. We need to get him back. They took him from under my nose. I was a failure. Now I have no idea where to look. Please help me. Let’s get him back dad. Please.” Eva cried.

She had lost every bit of mental and emotional strength she had mastered over the years as a deadly spy. This was a very different person from the agent that killed targets in cold blood and did not care for her own life nor that of any one else. Yet here she was crying her eyes out and acting totally out of order. She was beginning to show that she was going to be a problem if she did not get back to her killer-agent self immediately.

“Diana! Snap out of this! What has come over you? I demand some composure. Now! Or I am going to waste you myself!” The Colonel threatened brandishing a silver .23 semi automatic.

Eva buried her face in her hands as she gradually got herself together. For the next two minutes, The Colonel watched her carefully as she transformed. With a final heave and sigh, she raised her head. The crying Eva had disappeared. There was a deadly glint in her eyes. It now seemed like she had now found a renewed zeal to kill.
“Better Diana. Now, this is the plan. Sean was the bug. We deliberately left you out of the loop. We planned the whole charade and excluded you. We needed your reaction to be real and convincing because of the agents that would be watching you. We were counting on G.C to go after Sean once he went to the toilet which he did. He has been taken by Sophia but I know where he is. He has an undetectable wet bug inside him that works with his heartbeat.” The Colonel said.

He brought out his iPhone, opened an app and showed it to her.

“The bug is directly connected to his heart. Once his heart stops beating this red dot stops blinking.” The Colonel explained to Eva showing her the red dot.

“This is also a tracker. We can find out where they are.” The Colonel finished.

Eva was not interested in any of the technological gibberish her dad was spewing. With clenched teeth, she spoke.

“I am ready Da Vinci. Just tell me who I have to kill.”

****************************************************

The General pushed the button on the table connecting him to Bee Hive.

“Who is in charge of things down there? This is the General.”

There was a momentary pause. Seconds later a voice replied.

“I am now in charge, Marcus. Things are going to change from here onwards.”

It was the voice of Sophia.

* * * * *

Sophia watched the small 14 inch screen on her table as she spoke. The General looked very upset. He had never been confronted by any of his Lieutenants ever in all his time as an enigma in the force. She smiled to herself. The General had no idea she was watching him. She had instructed Ope to rerun the cabling in BeeHive the night before. She had bugged the Control Room where the General now occupied, attaching a very small unique surveillance camera on the wall. It was a very flat device which was adjusted to fit into the light switch.

Sean sat across her on a couch inside Bee Hive. He was disoriented and drowsy. Sophia had injected him with a kind of serum to make him lose consciousness. Sophia had got him quite easily. She knew the kind of attraction she had on him and she had never doubted her ability to use her charms on any man.

As Sean walked out of the viewing room, Sophia had followed him immediately. He walked briskly and descended the stairs, taking a right as he entered the Gents. He entered a cubicle, unzipped his fly and began to pee.

Sophia had entered quietly behind him without him noticing. She held a very small jack knife in her hand, placing it just on top of Sean’s d1ck cap. Sean’s urine ceased abruptly. He could not continue.

“Hello baby. Miss me?” She said softly into his ear, using her tongue to stimulate the edges of his right ear.

“Sophie. How did you find me?” Sean asked. His urine finally found a way of resuming, the barely transparent liquid flowing into the basin.

“I always knew where you were Sean. I only needed to wait out the goons who were always around you. Most especially that Naughty Lady who is always clinging onto you like she owns you.” Sophia finished spitefully, the jack knife lowering harder on his limp d1ck.

“Easy baby. I don’t know you to be a jealous lover. There is enough of me to go round you know.” Sean said in a mock manner.

Just as Sean was shaking the last few drops of pee off his d1ck and putting it back in his pants, two tall men in black suits and dark shades opened the door to the cubicle and dragged Sean out. Sean did not even try to fight. They injected him with some form of serum and he immediately passed out. They dragged him through the emergency exit. Locking the door behind them, the men carried Sean through the staircase behind the building with Sophia following closely behind.

There was a chopper waiting on the landing already fired up and ready for lift off. The two men had bundled Sean into the chopper sandwiching him between them as Sophia sat beside the pilot. Sophia and her crew were midway through their journey when Ope radioed in. One .of the two men who had captured Sean, handed over the phone to Sophia

“Target is visible. Looks disoriented. She’s in the car park. Seems like she is looking for something. What’s your command Sophia?” Ope had asked

“Just keep an eye on her. I doubt that she would be a threat. She doesn’t do when she is emotionally destabilized and that is what we have done. I do not see The Colonel around but you have to make sure that you have your eyes wide open. He is the remaining part of this Take Out operation. As long as The Colonel is at large, we cannot relax. We have not won. He is the only one who can cause us problems now and inflict real damage. That is not an option. However, if you notice anything funny or the least suspicious, do not hesitate. Take her out. Keep your senses Ope. This is a very crucial stage.” Sophia replied.

“Roger that ma. We have found the location of the Colonel. After careful scanning and infiltration of the perimeter, we located their temporary hideout. However, he was not in the building when we got there. I have increased the number of agents and collected a few exhibits. We are totally aware of his ability to blend in with his surroundings and disappear within the blink of an eye. We are leaving nothing to chance. We plan to box him in once we sight him.” Ope said.

“Very well then soldier. Carry on. Keep me informed on all proceedings. Over and out.” Sophia finished, ending the conversation.

It had been a very quiet twenty second flight.

Sophia did not really feel comfortable that she was leaving Ope alone to handle the Colonel by himself but she had no choice. She had a greater demon to face and she had no shred of doubt in her mind that no one else could pull it off asides her. She swallowed saliva and closed her eyes as the chopper descended to eighteen feet above the ground. They were 600km away from Bee Hive. A huge Mack cooling truck came out of a right bend and sped on ahead of them. The chopper moved carefully towards the van until it was directly on top above it. The Van increased speed, moved a little distance away from the chopper and parked in the middle of the road. The chopper moved forwards, reducing its speed as it got to the van. The chopper was back above the van. Carefully, the chopper landed on the roof of the van, its hinges sitting comfortably on the van. . The pilot killed the engine of the chopper. He stepped out onto the roof of the van and bent low, using customized iron restraints to fasten the chopper to the van. When he was done he hit the roof of the van twice and screamed at the driver below them:

“Move!”

The van began to move slowly, gradually increasing speed, carrying the chopper along on its roof. Seven minutes later, they got to the gate of the building where Bee Hive carried out all its operations. The gate was deserted and the surveillance cameras did not scan their vehicle for automatic access. Sophia smiled. All was going according to plan.

The pilot dropped a ladder from the chopper to the ground and got off the chopper first, followed by Sophia and then the two thugs. The second thug carried Sean on his shoulder as he descended the ladder. Sophia waited at the gate as the thugs approached her.

“I guess this is where we part ways. You promised I would get a full reward.” The pilot said to Sophia as the thugs stood beside her.

“Yes I did. And I do not go back on my word, Never.” Sophia said. She nodded to the second thug.

He put his hand inside the bosom pocket of his jacket and took out three bundles of hundred one thousand dollar bills. He handed it to the pilot, who collected it with a very pleased grin on his face.

“Would you like to count them before you leave?” Sophia asked.

“No. That won’t be necessary at all. Thank you. It was nice doing business with you madam.” The pilot said.

“You are welcome. Now leave. I am expecting guests any moment. And remember, do not start ignition till you get to the point where we joined the Van. Am I clear?” Sophia asked.

“Crystal clear ma’am” The pilot answered and headed back to the ladder.

He threw a bundle at the driver of the truck who had been in the truck all along. He climbed the ladder, folded it and signaled to the truck driver to move the truck. The truck reversed, faced the road and slowly picked up speed as it headed back to the high way.

Sophia had carefully estimated the time it took for them to get to BeeHive from the moment the chopper landed on top of the van. It took about seven minutes. She had already set her stop watch as the truck drove away from the premises. She waited patiently for the alarm on her clock to go off. On exactly seven minutes the alarm went off. She took out a small black detonator which had a red button on it. She pressed the button.

The Chopper exploded, its many parts scattering in different directions. The Van was not left out in the combustion as it also burst into flames, the fire consuming everything inside it. None of the men survived.

There was a small keypad attached to the gate which allowed for entry into the building. Sophia entered the password and the gate opened inwards. They walked into the building with Sophia in front and the thugs behind. Sophia got out her .43 gold plated automatic pistol from her hip, corking it twice and attaching the silencer as they approached the door. As they got to the front door and tried to enter, an agent came out from the back of the building walking towards them.

“Good Evening Agent S. What brings you here? Is that not Sean?” The agent said surprised.

The agent was a snitch, one of the numerous spies who were faithful to the General. He had a record of not keeping his mouth shut and running to the General with every bit of new information he got whether the information was relevant or irrelevant. Sophia could not risk the chance.

In the twinkle of an eye, she pointed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced his left eye, coming back out through the back of his head. Blood splattered all over his face. He fell in a heap. Dead.

Sophia turned to the second thug who was not holding anything.

“Take care of that. And make it snappy. When you are done, stand guard out here and watch out for anything. Let me know if you find anything out of the ordinary” She said, putting the gun back in her hip.

The thug nodded and went to the body. He pulled the corpse by the hands, dragging him behind the building. Sophia waited till he was out of sight then pushed the buttons on the keypad again. The door re-opened and they went in. The thug carrying Sean moved him from his left shoulder to his right one.

“He is heavy, yeah? You’re getting tired?” Sophia asked him.

“No ma’am. Just balancing the pressure on both sides of my body.” The thug replied. He knew the danger of answering in the affirmative. Sean was indeed heavy, weighing almost the same as him. He was actually getting tired, but he dared not say that he was.

They walked quickly to an elevator and rode it to the third floor. The elevator stopped and they got out. They stepped out onto a long corridor with the walls decorated with sparkling white tiles. The ends of the corridor could be seen from where they stood. There were no door, no windows, and no entrances. It was just a corridor.

Sophia smiled. Tawo was smart but not very smart. He had redesigned the building and had the BeeHive floor reconstructed with no entry point. It was the perfect design. No one could enter BeeHive from outside. The agents in BeeHive were geeks, experts and gadget freaks who had no interest in any form of socialization. They lived, breathed and drank secret codes, information, satellite redirection and all other form of technological needs. They had no family. The random times they had to leave BeeHive, Tawo had specifically designed a special kind of goggle which rendered anyone who wore it blind as long as he had it on. Anyone except Ope.

Ope had been able to find a way to bypass the goggle’s programming. And to make matters easier, Tawo had a lot of respect for Ope. He saw him as his successor, the younger brother he never had, and the friend he could rely on. He trusted Ope, perhaps a bit too much. He had told Ope the secret passage into entering Bee Hive.

And Ope had told Sophia.

Sophia walked right, advancing to the end of the corridor. She stood face to face with a brick wall. The thug behind her was beginning to pant now.

“Lay him down over there and stand beside him.” Sophia instructed pointing to the opposite wall behind him.

He did as commanded, gently laying Sean down on the ground, resting his back on the wall. Sophia turned and began to count the tiles from her right.

“B…E…E…H…I…V…E”

When she had gotten to the last tile count, she used her finger nail at the edge of that single tile, trying to claw out something. After a few claws, the tile face pulled off like a fake coating. She pulled the whitish skin-like cover off the tile to reveal a transparent screen like panel, the exact same size as the tile. She put her whole left palm on the screen and applied a little pressure on it. The screen lit up and seconds later, some text appeared on the screen with a small box underneath the text.

“пароль”

It was Russian for “Password”.

Sophia clicked on the small box and a small keypad appeared covering the whole screen. It contained entirely Russian characters and symbols. Sophia typed the characters as she had been taught several times by Ope and pressed the activate key. The screen went blank. After several seconds, the wall beside her to her right split open from the middle sideways. It was not actually a wall but a door designed with bricks and tiles to look exactly like the other parts of the wall. No one could tell the difference.

“Welcome agent Tawo.” A computerized voice said as Sophia stepped into the enclosure.

She signaled to the thug and he quickly carried Sean and brought him inside the enclosure. The door closed and the small cubicle spun clockwise 180 degrees. As the door opened Sophia had pulled her gun out and had it behind her. They stepped into the large room which was divided into several sections with lots of cubicles. There were twenty seven workstations in all, with different agents seated before them typing codes, tracing routes, writing algorithms and monitoring surveillance. A few agents looked up to stare at the new entrants but quickly continued with what they had been doing before. They did not seem to be too bothered with who this woman was. None of them was trained in any form of physical combat so accosting them would be useless.

Sophia walked confidently to a big table which was at the extreme end of the room. A man in a sweat shirt and jeans stood with his back to them and his arms akimbo. He was starring seriously at a screen in front of him.

Sophia walked to the table, hitting it a few times with her free hand to get the man’s attention. The man turned and looked at her, staring in disbelief at the person who now stood in front of him.

“Sophia?” The man asked.

“Hello Agent Nedu. Who is in charge of things down here?” Sophia asked, sitting one butt on the edge of the table.

“I am.” Nedu replied.

Sophia pulled out the gun from behind her hip, pointing it at Agent Nedu’s chest. The frightened look on his face almost made her change her mind. He was a handsome lad, someone who could someday satisfy her s3xual fantasies. But she had a job to do. She could always find a boy to indulge her cravings.

“Not anymore Nedu.” Sophia said.

She shot Nedu on the chest, sending him backwards. He fell, hitting the screen on the wall and dragging it down with him as he fell. He was groaning softly, fighting to stay alive. Sophia climbed the table, standing over him like an eagle surveying its prey. He tried to reach into his pocket slowly, with the last strength he had.

Sophia shot him again, twice.

She turned to face the agents in the room who were now looking at her with fear written on their faces. They had all stopped what it is they were doing. Sophia sat on the table, swinging her legs. She removed the cartridge of the gun, checked the amount of bullets left, and inserted it back.

“Have no fear agents. My name is Sophia. I am your new Boss. Does anyone have any objections, questions or comments?” Sophia asked looking round at the agents.

A white chubby lady in glasses raised her hand, getting up on her chair. She wore a pink flannel shirt on top of a black flair skirt with black high heel shoes..

“Oh. We have some one. Please step forward.” Sophia said.

The lady got out of her seat and came towards Sophia, standing six yards away from her.
“What is your name please?” Sophia asked.

“My name is Anna.” The lady replied meekly.

“You are a very courageous woman, Anna. Goodbye.” Sophia said and shot her in the head.

“Any other person?” Sophia asked sarcastically, looking around again.

The room was very quiet. All that could be heard was the silent humming of the servers and the soft breeze from the air conditioners. Nobody spoke.

“Good. Just as I expected. Now that we are clear, I want every single one of you to resume your normal duties. If I find anyone slightly suspicious, that would be the end.”

Everyone went back to their normal duties and acted as though nothing had happened. The thug dropped Sean on a chair and took away the two bodies. She sat on the chair that Nedu had initially occupied, watching a little screen to her left.

Thirty minutes later, the General had called and she had answered. She waited patiently, watching him through the screen. He scratched his bald head and paced the room, his hands held together behind him, deep in thought. After five minutes, he pressed the button.

“Sophia, let’s talk. Can you come up?” The General pleaded.

“I will tell you when I am ready Marcus. Keep your fingers crossed.” Sophia replied.

* * * * *

Eva drove out of the parking lot, moving slowly and carefully so as not to arouse suspicion. The Colonel lay low at the back seat of the car, instructing Eva to take it cool. There were agents following them and they needed to be thrown off track. If they suspected anything, they would corner Eva and have her smoked. That would be the end.

“How many cars do we have on our tail?” The Colonel asked, still crouched at the back seat of the car.

“I am seeing two sedans. They are doing a very good job and they are alternating very well. Only a trained eye would notice this.” Eva replied.

“Good job girl. Now follow the road that leads through bar beach and get to Bonny camp. You have to take Onikan through to Awolowo road and enter the Total filling station there. That’s where we would lose them.” The Colonel said.

“What happens when we get to Total, dad?” Eva asked.

“Let’s just say, I have got friends of mine.” The Colonel replied and continued.

“Just make sure that we get there in one piece.” The Colonel finished.

“How is Sean doing?” Eva asked.

“He is still alive. How long that remains so depends on how soon we can get to him.” The Colonel replied.

Just then, one of the Sedans, a Toyota Quest overtook them and moved into their lane, driving just in front of them. The jeep behind continued to drive closer while the one in front reduced speed drastically.

The Colonel could not pretend anymore. They could not afford to be busted this way.

“Do you notice what is happening, girl?” The Colonel said, getting up and sitting on the chair.

“Yes Dad. They are trying to box us in.” Eva replied with a smile.

“You know what to do don’t you?” The Colonel asked.

“I was born for this Da Vinci. Hang on” Eva replied.

They were in a Ford Mustang which had iron suspenders and a strong metal barricade around its front and rear lights. Eva changed gears and stepped on the accelerator, hitting the car in front of them. The Toyota Quest in front of them swerved left and right, in an attempt to gain balance after the collision. Eva stepped on the brakes, swerved right and overtook the car in front of her. She switched gear again and stepped on the accelerator, hitting the 80km/hr mark on the speedometer.

A Toyota Tundra came out from nowhere, hot on the trail of Eva’s vehicle. It was closing gap fast and would make impact soon. Eva stepped on the accelerator. They had just got to Bonny Camp and were speeding towards Onikan roundabout. Eva was going at 100km/hr now trying to out run the Tundra. The Colonel saw that the Tundra kept gaining speed and was almost close. Eva would not be able to out run it.

“Hit the brakes girl and swerve left when I tell you” The Colonel commanded, taking out a .23 semi-automatic caliber pistol from his socks.

As Eva stepped on the brakes in little continuous pumps making the car jerk forwards a few times, the Colonel pressed a button to wind down the windows. Jerking and slowing down from the huge speed that they were initially driving at, the car gradually slowed down allowing the Tundra to catch up with them. The Tundra came left, trying to hit the rear of the Ford so that the car would skid and spin off the road. The Colonel was watching the Tundra carefully from the rear mirror. As the Tundra almost got to the tail of the ford, the Colonel shouted,

“Swerve! Now!!”

The Tundra narrowly missed hitting the Ford as Eva swerved hard to her left crossing the road. The Tundra failed to make impact with the Ford, causing it to lose control and swerve right. The moment was perfect for the Colonel because the driver was now directly opposite him. He bent forwards at the window and shot two straight bullets at the driver which caught him on the neck and on the chest.

The car continued to swerve right until it fell into the lagoon.

They reversed and turned into Onikan roundabout moving into Awolowo road. Eva sped forwards and the Colonel checked his bullet chamber, winding up the window. A BMW X6 appeared on Eva’s rear view tail.

“We have another stalker. Any instructions?” Eva asked,

“Just head to the filling station as instructed. I will handle things from there.”

Eva sped through Awolowo road, running the red lights and swerving away from slow cars. There were two cars behind her now, trying to catch up with them and they were doing impressively well. In no time they got to the filling station and drove straight into the garage with the door closing behind them.

One of the cars trailing them continued along the road while the other also turned into the filling station, but parked inside. The driver came out and approached an attendant asking that he needed to align his wheels. He used that opportunity to study the garage and hope that the garage door would open and Eva would come out any moment.

Eva parked above a round manhole covered by a metal lid. On the Colonel’s instructions, they uncovered the lid and climbed down the man hole which was supposed to act as drainage but had not been used in many years. The manhole led to a tunnel which in turn led to an opening behind the filling station. There was a car waiting for them as they got out of the man hole on the other side of the tunnel, with The Colonel taking the wheel and Eva getting in beside him.

“Now, we finish this.” The Colonel said as he started the ignition.

They sped off north and headed towards BeeHive.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 28

TWO MORE EPISODES TO GO. How do you guys think this story would end because frankly speaking, I have no idea.

EPISODE 28.

There were a few agents in the room in strategic positions and a handful outside the building. Sophia wore a gold necklace with a golden Versace head pendant. It was not just a pendant. It was a tiny but powerful indoor camera. There were five agents in a black ford van six buildings away from the Galleria, working the phones and watching every single surveillance footage within a kilometer radius of the vicinity. Ope was in the van and he was responsible for Sophia’s safety. He had access to the tiny powerful camera embedded within her necklace.

“A lovely couple, aren’t they?” Ope said

The golden studs that Sophia had in her ear holes were not just earrings. They were audio receptors to listen in on whatever information Ope and other agents had for her.

“Ope. You really want to look for trouble don’t you?” Sophia replied, walking towards the cinema entrance to join the already long queue of waiting people. She spoke very subtly, barely opening her lips. Nobody noticed anything.

“Pardon me ma’am. It was just a harmless observation.” Ope replied.

Sophia cleared her throat, making soft grunting sounds. Ope understood what she wanted.

“It’s a code green. Targets are visible and the weather is good enough to tango. We are keeping close watch on the two lovebirds. If we get a point of entry, we will pass the information to you at once.” Ope said.

“Okay. Good. What can you see from CAM 2?” Sophia said again, very quietly covering her lips with her left palm

CAM 2 was the surveillance camera attached to the door allowing entry into the viewing room.

“All clear. Sean has been whispering into Eva’s ears too often. I’m thinking they may be scheming something. Be careful Agent S.” Ope said.

Sophia did not reply.

She reached into her pretty diamond studded purse and took out a small lipstick. It had a button attached to it. It was not a lipstick but an ultra sound disrupter. When activated, it sends very high pitched frequencies through the radio waves, disrupting any kind of signal for the 50 meters. She had brought the ultra sound disrupter just so that she could ascertain if Sean was having help from outside. She had earlier warned all agents working with her that when Ope gave the sign, they should all deactivate their ear buds so that they do not get affected by the disrupted signal.

Sophia brought the lipstick to her chest level so that Ope could have a good view. She held it there for three seconds. It was more than enough time for Ope to warn the others. As the queue began to move slowly she pressed the button.

Immediately Sophia pressed the button, Sean held his head in his hands. He was in excruciating pain. Eva tried asking him what the problem was but Sean was in too much pain and unable to reply. He tried to control the pain, but it was sharp and tore through his head. The device in his ear was delivering a very high pitched sound and only he could hear it. The people behind him wondered what was going on. Eva tried desperately to talk to him but he would not reply. Still in pain, he put his left forefinger into his left ear and pulled out the tiny round device. He felt relieved. He held the tiny device in his hands as they entered the very dark viewing room.

“I think it’s faulty. It almost turned me deaf.” Sean said to Eva, handing the device to her.

Eva collected the device from him, keeping it in a small area of her handbag. As they climbed the stairs in the viewing room and walked through the row of seats, Sean looked round and backwards. The room was dark but he was hoping that he could pick out a familiar face. He could not.

Sophia smiled. She had witnessed the small drama. Her instincts had been right after all. Sean and Eva were not working alone.

The Colonel opened a plastic bottle of Coke and drank the contents up till half. He had lost contact with Sean a few minutes back. At first he almost panicked. But when the transponder came on again, he understood what had happened. Someone had used a Sound Disrupter. Before the connection went off, there was a brief static. He had heard Sean’s barely audible groan before the connection came back on. He had tried to re-establish contact, calling Sean’s name several times to no avail. Some one knew that Sean was not alone. The Colonel knew that if he decided to go in, the whole operation would be jeopardised. That was exactly what they wanted him to do. Draw him out of obscurity and nail him. Sean was going to have to find a way out of this one on his own. Deep inside him, The Colonel had no doubts whatsoever of what of Sean was capable of.

He sipped his coke and prayed that all would go well.

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Ambrose was sitting in a chair inside a large and beautifully furnished office. He was laid back and relaxed, his back resting on the swivel chair and his legs crossed on the desk. He had his hands behind his head as he listened to the soft jazz that played from his very old Ipod Unlimited. The office formerly belonged to Tawo. Upon his recovery Ambrose had been instructed to take control of the Operations of BeeHive. The current objective was to isolate The Colonel. Ambrose was also monitoring the Galleria Operation, serving as a back end last resort if things got out of hand.

“Incoming message from BeeHive Agent Ambrose.” An electronic voice said from the 42 inch computer screen on the wall in front of him.

“Let’s hear it Iris.” Ambrose replied.

“The Colonel left target coordinates eighteen hours ago. He was spotted in a black Mazda Mpv Le with unregistered plates. Sean and Eva were in the same car.” Iris finished.

Ambrose jerked from his chair and got up immediately. He pressed a button on his table.

“Tell me you have more than that.” Ambrose said.

The button was a direct connection to BeeHive working in the floor below him.

“Actually we do.” Someone replied.

“Is that Agent Nedu?” Ambrose asked.

“Reporting sir. After we sent that mail, we tracked the car carefully, noting all landmarks that it had passed through. It stopped S70W degrees and has not moved beyond that for fifteen minutes now. We tracked the coordinates and it is just half a kilometer before the Galleria. The images are being transferred to your screen as we speak” Nedu replied.

Ambrose turned and faced the huge monitor, hung on the wall. The satellite image of a map on the computer zoomed in on a street. It automatically got out the image of the car and its surrounding.

“Nedu, deploy the micro sensors and give me an automatic scan of the whole car. Fingerprints, hair samples, saliva, fart, anything! I need to know who and who were in that car. Get me the footages from the nearby CAMs. Streamline them and pick out any relevant information that may be of use to us. I want that report immediately. I’m just got a cup of warm coffee from the mug. I’d better get that report before this coffee gets cold.” Ambrose threatened.

“Roger that sir.” Nedu said and went off the line.

Ambrose opened the drawer to his desk and took out a long white ear piece. It had a single cable that connected his ears and his lips. He pressed a button on it and waited as it rang in his ears.

“Ambrose. Any updates?” Ope said as Ambrose listened in through his earpiece.

Ambrose was pacing the room now, one hand on his hip while the other swiped an ipad.

“The Colonel is near you. We spotted his transport not too far from you. Bee Hive is currently looking for additional info. Be on the alert.” Ambrose warned.

“Copy that Ambrose. I will keep a watchful eye on proceedings although I think Agent S has an idea already. She has frozen the communication between Sean and The Colonel by activating the Ultra Sound Disrupter. Sean was wired and he fell out. I don’t know what she has planned and I haven’t been able to talk to her. I guess she wants no interference whatsoever.” Ope replied.

“So we wait?” Ambrose asked

“No. Nobody waits. Just keep a tab on BeeHive. Be our eyes out here. We have five Cams around this 1kilometere radius. You can hack into them and control the surveillance system. Have Bee Hive maintain a constant trace, looking for matches between the exhibits they have and the available frames the surveillance would produce. If the Colonel makes a move you should be able to see it before I do. Then we can counter.” Ope advised.

“Alright then soldier. Over and Out.” Ambrose replied and the line went dead.

As Ambrose sat back in his swivel chair, the door to his office opened.

“Hello Ambrose. Thank you for holding forte. I will take it from here.”

It was the General.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 27

As most of you might have noticed, we are slowly coming to the end of this wonderful series, its a total of 30 episodes so do the maths.

PEACe

EPISODE 27

Two weeks had passed. Sophia had been keeping tabs on the activities of GhostCorp. The General had ordered her to oversee affairs till he got back from sabbatical. She worked tirelessly, looking for clues and tracking every bit of intel she got from BeeHive. The Colonel seemed to be in no hurry. It had been sixteen days and he had not made a move yet. He had not left his supposed hideout. She could wait him out. She had all the time in the world. It was Sean and Eva that concerned her. They had been highly trained. They had risen through the ranks faster than anyone in the history of the Corporation. They most disturbing issue was the fact that they already knew too much.

Sophia stepped into her room after spending the whole day in the fortress, tightening the security, updating the firewalls and creating new anonymous drifters. Exhausted after a tedious day, she didn’t bother with the usual routine bath and Jacuzzi. She just kicked off her loafers and lay on the bed face down. Just then her phone rang. She grudgingly went to her bag that was on the bedside table and took out the phone. She opened the message that came in. It was from Bee Hive.

“Targets found.”

The location of Sean and Eva had been identified. That was the best news she had heard in a while. She got up at the speed of light and went back to the fortress. She entered the mission room and waited for the door to shut behind her. The room was very dark. She brought her palm to her face. She could not see a thing. She waited a few seconds, straining her sharp ears and listening for any foreign sounds. At this time her eyes had acclimatised to the darkness and she could now see the outline of her fingers. When she was satisfied that she was alone, she snapped her fingers and said audibly:

“It’s a lovely day.”

“Password accepted. Welcome Agent S.” An electronic voice replied.

The huge room came to life. The previously dimmed lights gradually came on. There were three huge 60-inch touch screen computers on each wall.

Sophia folded her arms across her chest and moved to the screen to her left.

“What do we have Ope?” Sophia asked.

A small box appeared at the top corner of the screen showing a video of Ope in his tiny office. There were cans of soda scattered across his table. The remaining part of the screen changed, now showing a map.

“Good evening ma’am. Sorry to drag you out at this time.” Ope replied smiling.

“Save the pleasantries Ope and cut to the chase. What do you have for me?” Sophia said curtly.

“Eva got careless. We intercepted an online payment she made for a ticket to the premier of a movie at the Galleria. She used her mother’s maiden name during the transaction and a Master Card that she had not used in four years. Our Saturn-Extreme 145 satellite got the hit and intercepted the server, declining her request. She tried several times giving us the needed time to scrutinise details and complete tracking. On the fifth try, we were able to get her location.” Ope replied.

“Where is she?” Sophia asked.

“Our co-ordinates indicate that she is on the outskirts of the state. Abule Egba to be precise. However, I have a strong feeling that she is not alone.” Ope replied.

“Leave the feeling to me agent. Anything else I need to know?” Sophia asked.

“Asides the information on the movie premiere, I have nothing new to tell ma’am” Ope answered.

“Tell me about the Premiere.” Sophia said.

“Please look to the screen behind you.” Ope answered.

Sophia obeyed and turned. On the screen there were images of the Galleria and the Cinema section of the building. Ope showed her the exits, the viewing rooms, the reception and the red carpet area. He suggested possible vantage posts and also explained the possible movement of people in the cinema. They went through it a few times together. When Sophia had memorised it all, she asked Ope about the possibility of an assault while she’s mobile.

“I had thought about that option too but it is too complicated. We do not know how much help she has and how many people she would be with. I strongly suggest we move cautiously and approach with tact.” Ope advised.

Sophia thought about what Ope had said for a few minutes and agreed with him. It would be foolish to act hastily without knowing what the odds were. She nodded.

“Thank you Ope. Good Job. I will contact you with the details as soon as I am done.” She said.

Ope’s image disappeared and the screen went white. Sophia tapped the screen twice and a touchpad appeared. She had to reconfigure and change the codes, passwords and settings as she had just used them. She made sure that there was always a different code for each day and always tweaked the settings. When she was done, she shut down the computers manually and left the mission room.

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The Colonel was seriously studying a tracking device he held on his left hand while Eva sat beside him, trying to get tickets for the movie premiere. Sean sat across the room, checking the .45 automatic pistol he loved to carry around. He cleaned the cartridges with a white rag, watching the Colonel closely.

“The card is not working. The portal is rejecting it.” Eva said to the Colonel complaining.

“The portal is not rejecting it. Someone from GhostCorp has intercepted the signal and is now tracking your card.” The Colonel said.

“Damn! I need to stop now!” Eva panicked.

“No girl. Don’t stop. That is the plan. We need to let them think we have been careless. Let them track you. I am monitoring the intercepting signals from here too. If they get to you, we get to them. Keep going Eva.” The Colonel said with authority.

Eva looked back at Sean seeking for reassurance. Sean laughed and nodded at her. She tried again and again until she was allowed to get it.

Just then the device in the Colonel’s hand beeped.

“They’ve got us. But we got them first.” The Colonel said.
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days back when they attended the premier of a movie at the Cinemas in Victoria Island. They were attending as a couple and were all smiles as they got interviewed on the red carpet. As the Video Jockey interviewed Eva who was holding on to Sean’s arm, Sophia walked in to the Galleria. She was dressed in a beautiful red short sleeved gown which accentuated her curves. She wore light make up and her beautiful face shone in the illumination of the room. However, she was not alone.

There were a few agents in the room in strategic positions and a handful outside the building. Sophia wore a gold necklace with a golden Versace head pendant. It was not just a pendant. It was a tiny but powerful indoor camera.

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It was a bit rowdy when they got to the premier of the movie at the Cinemas in Victoria Island. The parking lot was filled to the brim and cars had begun to park on the streets. The chauffeur driving them found a spot just adjacent the Galleria entrance and parked the white Range Rover Autobiography Exquisite Edition neatly. Sean and Eva were attending as a couple and were all smiles as they got off the jeep and walked to the red carpet. For Sean it was an opportunity to get out of the house and get some air after eleven days of compulsory house arrest. He saw nothing amusing about the whole charade. He was not going to be in any sort of action. The Colonel’s instruction was to be all smiles and play nice. He itched for action. He had not used the gym in close to two weeks. His muscles already felt flabby. He wanted to feel alive. He fought the temptation to break away from Eva and snoop around. He knew he was not going to get any chance to do that. Eva was to make sure of that. He kept up the act, smiling dryly at the cameras and posing intermittently for the paparazzi.

For Eva it was another day to show off her curves, to display her beauty and to be naughty. The Colonel was on the thirteenth floor of a bank, three hundred yards opposite the Galleria. He had already set up his devices, and was looking through the eyes of his powerful binoculars, monitoring guests and waiting for his golden fish to arrive. There was a sniper rifle set up on a tripod to his left, overlooking the street through an open window. For the Colonel it was a night to strike the predator. He was going to wait for the perfect moment, and then he would attack. Unseen. Unnoticed. As the Video Jockey interviewed Eva who was holding on to Sean’s arm, Sophia walked in to the Galleria. She was dressed in a beautiful red short sleeved gown which accentuated her curves. She wore light make up and her beautiful face shone in the illumination of the room. Sean saw her first. His eyes met Sophia’s. They were locked in that gaze for about 10 seconds until someone accosted Sophia, asking that she take a picture with him. Eva was busy replying the questions from the VJ. However she had seen Sophia too, but none of them noticed. Sean scratched the middle of his head with his forefinger

The Colonel saw the sign.

“Roger that papi. I see her.” The Colonel said.

Sean heard it through the wireless earpiece that was carefully and strategically placed inside his left ear. He brought his hand to his moustache, rubbing it gently. It was a sign to tell the Colonel that he had lost visual of Sophia.

“Sir, you look really good. What are your expectations for this movie?” The VJ asked Sean

“I think it is going to be a great watch thank you. We want front row seats so we have to go now.” Sean replied, cutting him off and leading Eva away from the red carpet and towards the cinema room. As they walked, Sean whispered to her ears,

“Is she alone?”

Eva did not turn or look sideways. She knew the message was not for her but for the Colonel.

“For now she looks alone. But I doubt that she came here unaccompanied. Soon, I will be able to sniff out her goons. They are doing a good job of blending in right now but they will give themselves away before long.” The Colonel replied to Sean’s ears.

“Okay Davinci.” Sean finished.

They stood in a queue, waiting for the cinema room to be opened so that they could go in and watch the movie.

Sophia was still on the red carpet taking pictures and signing autographs. She was widely known for her varying range of designer clothing called SophFactor and the humanitarian works she was deeply engaged in. She watched as Sean and Eva moved to the waiting line and noticed how close he whispered to Eva. She fought the desire to grab Sean and kiss him softly on the lips. He was looking very handsome and cool. However, she was not alone.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 26

EPISODE 26.

The General paced the huge sitting area in the mansion. He was furious. His face contorted with rage. He looked at Sophia for the umpteenth time.

“How the hell was he uncovered?” The General asked.

Sophia was surprisingly calm. She sat on the single sofa and crossed her legs, with a glass of champagne in her left hand. She had gotten used to the General now. He had stayed with her for days now and the enigma which she saw him as had gradually worn off. She had huge respect for him. She still saw him as a father figure. Even though she no longer cowered or trembled at his every bark.

She sipped the alcohol slowly and dropped the glass back on the table beside her.

“It was The Colonel.” Sophia replied after a few minutes looking straight into the General’s eyes.

“Giwa Haruna?” The General asked surprised and continued

“I thought Ambrose’s cover was 100 per cent fail safe. I need a damn explanation!” The General screamed hitting the glass center table with his right fist.

The table broke in pieces with some pieces of glass lodging in between the General’s knuckles. He showed no sign of hurt or pain. He stood straight and carefully picked out the tiny shreds of glass that his knuckles had embraced.

“Tell me how it happened” He said, taking out the last two visible shreds of glass.

Sophia was unmoved by his sudden burst of anger. She knew he was losing it. She had only seen him this uncontrollable once, when he was denied autonomy over the South West Region of the African Conglomerate of Undercover Operations. Sophia was able to calm him and help him re-strategise. He later went on to win the appeal and was the head of the Conglomerate till date. That was seven years ago.

She was not ready for all that at the moment. She had her own demons to take care of, which included finding Eva and Sean.

“The Colonel left clues. He wanted us to know he did it. He was able to crack the server codes and bypass the rigid firewalls. He had help from a certain Frankenstein. Bee Hive is finding a hard time tracking Frank. The Colonel has not made any demands yet but I am sure he will soon.” Sophia said.

“I should have killed him when I had the chance!” The General retorted.

“It is not your style. You bit the tiger’s tail when you smoked Ahmed. You know how much he cared for the detective. I wonder how you got desperate and lost control of the calm and demeanour that made you the most feared person in all quarters.” Sophia replied.

She had long dropped addressing him as sir. They had returned to the way they were years ago when she lived under his roof. He preferred it that way.

“I needed to stamp my authority! Killing Ahmed was the only way to send that message S. Don’t you see?” The General replied, sitting on a chair opposite his ward.

Sophia felt sorry for him. His hand was bleeding slowly.

“You need to take care of that.” Sophia said.

“I’ll be fine. What else do I need to know?” The General asked

“Bee Hive deployed a smoke screen and they now have the co-ordinates of The Colonel’s location. We are looking at a very wide area and it will take about fifteen agents to flush him out. It’s too risky and a long shot. I would not advice it. Besides, something tells me he would be expecting a barrage of agents. He has most probably set up bosom traps and little diversions.” Sophia advised.

“What’s our best course of action?” The General asked. He took out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and bandaged his bloody knuckles.

“Wait him out. If we rush, we would be playing directly into his hands. He is on his turf. We need to draw him into our terrain. We need to look unconcerned. Act nonchalant. But we would be vigilant. He is currently out for blood. He wants to avenge Ahmed as soon as he can. And he knows he has an advantage. When he sees that we are not acting, he may feel that we did not get his message. He would want to strike again. This time, a little deeper and harder. And he can’t do that in hiding or on his turf. He has to come out. And then, we’ll have him.” Sophia said.

The General pretended to think for a while. Sophia’s intelligence had always astounded him. He had initially been thinking about storming the co-ordinates Bee Hive had given and take out The Colonel with brute force. He had done that before. Three years back, he had stormed the Gulf Coast south of the Bakassi when he got intel that Drago was hiding there. Drago had cloned Bee Hive and was negotiating with the British to sell the information. The General had been searching for Drago for months and when he had finally gotten his location, he stormed the hideout and took down Drago, assault style.

He was thinking of taking similar action against The Colonel but he had doubts. The Colonel was very smart. He had taught The Colonel many of the things he now knew and could use them against him. The Colonel could predict his moves. He had to do something he would not normally do under the circumstances. Sophia had given him the perfect alternative.

“Where are we with Bee Hive?” The General asked.

“All data files have been rewritten and coded with Radeon encryption. All agents’ history have been wiped and replaced with forged identities. All missions have been changed. Our database is safe. If The Colonel were to present his hacked evidence anywhere, he would be running a wild goose chase.” Sophia replied.

“Hmmmm…” The General snorted.

There was a moment of silence between the two veterans.

After a few minutes, the door to sitting room opened. Austin came in, supporting Ambrose on his shoulder. Ambrose was holding his stomach. His once white starched shirt was now stained blood red. Sophia got up instinctively and helped put Ambrose on the long couch. The General just sat on his chair looking. He showed no sign of emotion, care or feeling. He just stared coldly at the events unfolding in front of him.

“How is he doing?” Sophia asked Bruno, putting two fingers on his neck to feel his pulse. She got a weak pulse.

“He’s lost a lot of blood. I tracked his distress call to a toilet in a mall in the outskirts of Lokoja. I could not take him to a hospital. It’s a miracle he is still alive.” Austin replied.

Just then Ambrose groaned. He opened his mouth but no words came out. The General got up and walked to where Ambrose lay.

“Lieutenant, how are you feeling? What really happened?” The General asked.

“He needs to rest sir. I think he’ll come around. Can I have some time alone with him sir?” Sophia said, looking at the General and then Austin. The General folded his arms while his right arm came up to his jaw. He scratched his hairless jaw for a few seconds as if in deep thought. He needed to know what exactly happened. He needed to be there when Ambrose came to. However he needed him alive. He put his hands in his pant pockets. He felt the tiny but powerful voice transmitter in the depths of his right pocket.

“Okay. I will be in the Visitor’s lounge. I demand that he be made available to me immediately he comes to. And that is an order.” The General said, walking towards the door.

“Roger that sir.” Sophia replied.

Austin also got up from the arm of the four-seat long cushion settee. He looked at Ambrose, shook his head and went after The General who was already ahead of him heading towards the door. The General brought his right hand from his pocket to open the door. As he turned the knob, he released the tiny bean sized bug that was in his hand, blocking the bug’s landing with his legs so no one would see. It landed softly on the Persian rug that filled the wide room.

The General opened the door and stepped out, turning right towards the visitor’s lounge. Austin wasn’t any wiser. He had no idea what had just happened he went out after the General and turned left heading to the guest bedroom.

As Austin shut the door behind her, Sophia smiled.

She had seen the little stunt the General pulled. Her trained eyes had caught the fall of the transmitter. He was hiding something and she had since had her doubts about him. If he trusted her, why did he want to eavesdrop on her? She walked to the door and squatted by the tiny bug. She did not touch it. She examined it carefully. It was an ultra-powerful listening device. The NODE-01 Jaguar. It had the capacity to relay sounds clearly up to 100 meters. She got up, leaving the bug where it was.

She went back to Ambrose and whispered in his ears.

“Coast is clear. Meet me in the bathroom now!”

Ambrose opened one eye. Then the other. He looked around. Sophia was already headed towards the bathroom. He got up from the chair and grimaced. He actually hurt himself when he jumped on the train. But it was not as bad as he made it seem to Austin and The General. He had contacted Sophia when he got off the train and thanked her for saving his life. She had asked him how bad the situation was and he had told her everything he knew. She advised him to fake being hurt, get some more blood on himself and contact Austin. Ambrose had had a tricky moment when Austin tried to take off his clothes to access the extent of injury to his stomach area. Ambrose knew that he could not afford to have his fake injury found. He had groaned and screamed terribly and Austin backed off. Austin felt sorry for him and promised to get him to the mansion so Sophia could look at him. He did not attempt to check Ambrose’s injury again.

When Ambrose got to the bathroom, the tap attached to the hand wash sink was rushing at full capacity. The shower was also running. The sound of rushing water would interfere with the transmitter’s reception, blocking the bug from detecting their voices. Sophia sat on the closed toilet seat and beckoned him to come close to her. He got in front of her and sat on the ground, leaning his back on the bath tub.

She got out her phone and typed a message:

“Did you bring the chip?”

She handed the phone to Austin and he read it. He cleared the message Sophia typed and replaced it with his.

“Yes I did.” Ambrose typed.

Ambrose handed the phone back to Sophia. He got up and walked to the hand washing sink and bent low before it. He put his ‘peace’ fingers in his mouth, gagged on it, and vomited in the sink. He put his hand in the disgusting goo and fished out a black rectangular micro sim.

He opened the tap, flushing the goo down the sink and rinsed the micro sim. He walked back to Sophia and handed it to her.

“How did you get it?” Sophia asked curiously in a barely audible whisper.

“As we approached the police car that was supposed to take me to the Capital, your message came in. I freed myself from the agent by hitting him just below the ribs. I used the opportunity to grab his smartphone from his side pocket. When I got on the train, I realised that I was being tracked with the phone that I had stolen. I took out the sim and left the phone on in the train. It would be a while before they realize that they have been barking up the wrong tree.” Ambrose replied.

“Good job Ambrose. Are you sure you don’t want anyone to check you out?” Sophia asked, getting up from the toilet seat and heading for the door.

“I think I am fine.” Ambrose replied.

“Good. You need to keep up the act a little while longer. Maybe until after tomorrow.” Sophia said with a tone of finality.

“Can I get some sugar in my room? It would really speed up my recovery.” Ambrose asked with a mischievous smile on his face.

Sophia smiled, turned and walked up to him. She kissed him deeply and fully on his lips, sucking his lower lips, her tongues flicking in and out, teasing the palates of his mouth. Ambrose squeezed her br3asts as his essence stood at attention, raging like a wild bull. After what seemed like forever, Sophia detached herself from him, eyeing him seductively and stepping two steps back. Ambrose tried to come forwards, attempting to continue the action.

“Hey tiger. That was just to say thank you. Will send a hottie into your room in ten minutes.” Sophia said, putting a hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer.

She licked her lips, bit her lower lip and looked at his gr0in area. His body went up in flames of desire. She turned her back on him and wiggled her hips as she shut the door behind her. Ambrose unbuckled his belt and looked into his pants. His desire needed to be satisfied. He walked out of the bathroom and went to his room.

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It was a very hot afternoon. The sun was scorching hot and people were sweating as they walked along the streets. Sean walked along the busy Obalende road, heading for the lonely street North of the small roundabout. He got to a very tiny busy street. He heard screams of “Yaba!!! Yaba going bus!!!” from the scores of commercial buses that lined the streets. As he took a left turn, someone bumped into him hitting him by the shoulders. Sean did not look back. He just smiled and continued moving. The person who hit him wore a hood which covered his entire head. He already knew who it was.

He put his hand inside the side pocket of his blazers and felt the tiny piece of paper that was not there a few minutes ago. He kept moving forwards, not knowing exactly where he was going. When he saw an empty tricycle, he quickly sat in it. He took out the paper and read the content:

MEET ME IN IKD TONIGHT.

Tearing the paper to tiny shreds, Sean got out of the tricycle and tracked back the same way he came. He walked for a while, turning corners abruptly, stopping suddenly and sometimes just turning and heading back the same way he came. He continued to move around in circles, making sure that whoever it was that was tailing him got lost along the way.

When he was certain that he had lost any trackers, he moved beside buses, crossed the road a few times back and forth, and zigzagged his way until he got to the Barracks and opened the back seat of a grey G-wagon.

“How did it go?” Eva asked as Sean settled in beside her in the back seat.

He just looked at her and smiled.

He looked at the rear view mirror and met the gaze of his driver

“DRIVE!” Sean commanded.

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The Colonel laughed gently as he sat on the roof of the UBA building in Obalende. When he hit Sean a few minutes before, he had dropped a tiny note in his pocket. The note had a bug on it. There was no way Sean would handle the tiny paper that he would not get the transmitter onto himself. It was a tracking device which would allow The Colonel monitor Sean’s movement. He knew he had won Sean over to his side, but he was not completely certain that it would remain that way. He just had this gut feeling that just as Sean agreed to work with him, he could easily decide to switch sides again.

However, he knew Sean was very smart. Even though he did not know the exact degree of Sean’s intelligence, putting the bug on the tiny note was the perfect test. And to his chagrin, Sean passed perfectly. That was the reason for The Colonel’s laugh. The Colonel had been looking at his hybrid wristwatch which was configured to act as a monitor for the tracking device. For five minutes, the red dot on his wrist watch was static, unmoving. It was just blinking a few meters from the location he had hit Sean. Sean definitely did not have the bug on him.

The Colonel had half expected this. He had concluded that if Sean failed to detect the bug, he would not be involved in the bust to take down GhostCorp. But now not only did Sean detect the bug, he had suddenly disappeared from view. He was nowhere to be found. The Colonel searched the whole of the Obalende axis with his powerful custom made binoculars, looking for Sean at every angle. This was his back-up plan. He had thought he would be able to catch a glimpse of Sean if the tracking stunt failed.

As he looked behind him, peering down through his binoculars 45 degrees South East, he saw Sean slowly snaking his way behind the red BRT buses that were parked and waiting for passengers.

“Gotchya!” The Colonel said to himself.

He pressed a button on the right panel of his binoculars to activate X-ray Detection Mode. The view changed, wiping every other element off and displaying just the image of Sean. He was coming back the same way he just went and was now crossing over to the other side of the road.

“You can run friend, but you can’t hide.” The Colonel said softly again.

Sean crossed the road and waited. The Colonel wondered what was keeping Sean. Could he be waiting for someone? He activated Face Detection and zoomed in on Sean’s face. Sean looked completely indifferent. Totally unreadable. He did not look anxious, scared or worried. He just looked sideways a few times as if he was waiting to cross the road. The Colonel had tracked down a lot of very good spies. He was very good at it. But at one point or the other, they always gave themselves away especially when he used his binoculars and gauged their facial expression. No one had ever escaped him. But now, he could not read Sean’s countenance.

“What is on your mind boy? What are you trying to do?” The Colonel asked himself.

A commercial bus was calling for passengers and stopped just where Sean stood. Sean waited a while and then entered just as the bus began to move. The Colonel saw this. He took the registration plates of the bus and typed it into his palm sized satellite computer. As the bus moved just about 100 meters, a truck carrying fuel crossed the road causing traffic to build up. Sean got down from the bus with other passengers and mixed himself with the crowd. He went to the side of the truck and entered through the passenger door. People were looking at Sean. The Colonel was watching everything with keen interest. His view of Sean was blocked by the rising number of people that were now trying to move the truck away from the road. He could only see a little part of Sean’s body in the truck. Another man entered the driver’s seat of the truck and attempted to start the truck. It refused to move.

The man got down from the truck and opened the front compartment of the truck’s engine chamber. Sean was no longer in the truck. It was just a few seconds. How did Sean get out of his sight? He quickly scanned the whole area, imprinting faces and looking for Sean. The results were negative. Sean was not in the vicinity. Two minutes later while the binoculars was still scanning, the driver of the truck got back into the truck and started the engine. It revved to life, emitting thick black smoke from the exhaust pipe. The truck reversed and gradually got off the road, parking on a safe part of the busy commercial axis. Still, Sean was no longer in view.

When the truck driver got out and got out his phone, The Colonel had a sudden brainwave. Zooming his powerful binoculars on the driver’s phone, he took several pictures of the phone’s screen until the driver put it back into his pocket and began to walk away from the truck.

The Colonel transferred the pictures onto his Ipad 7 Unlimited and zoomed in on the pictures. The first picture showed the menu of the truck driver’s phone. He continued his scrutiny of the pictures till he got to the seventh one. It was a message from an unknown number.

“Thank you.”

The Colonel continued to scroll. The remaining pictures showed the truck driver deleting the message and exiting the screen to the main menu. A truck came out of nowhere, blocked the road, granted Sean entrance and allowed him disappear. The truck which had seemed totally bad suddenly got working and was able to leave the road. And barely a minute after Sean’s disappearance off the radar, the truck driver got a text showing appreciation.

The coincidence was too true to be ignored. The truck driver had been Sean’s diversion and means of escape. The Colonel nodded his head and smiled. He was impressed. Sean had outwitted him and totally knocked him off his trail. Nobody had ever done that. He shut down his devices and packed them in a small briefcase. He headed for the fire escape and proceeded to exit the UBA building. He had made up his mind. Sean was definitely going to be his right hand man.

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The General got into the Visitors lounge, shutting the door behind him. He scanned the walls and corners, looking for any form of surveillance or hidden bugs. After less than a minute of scrutiny, he brought out two wireless ear plugs and inserted them in his ears. Once they were in his ears, they started blinking purple – a sign that they were activated.

He listened intently, hoping to hear whispers or any form of activity in the room. He only heard the sound of rushing water. He waited for seven minutes. He was beginning to get worried. The shower or whatever it was had begun to take too long. Besides, seven minutes was too long a period to wash off Ambrose’s wounds and bring him back to the sitting room. Even at that, there still had to be some form of communication or small talk. So far he had not gotten anything and that worried him. He pressed the earpiece deeper into his ears. Still nothing.

Just as he was about to leave the lounge, he heard voices.

“How do you feel now?” The General heard Sophia say.

“Much better. Thanks a lot for the injection.” Ambrose replied.

“So what really happened back there?” Sophia asked

“It all happened so fast. I do not even recall all right now. Still looks hazy at the moment. But I think I need to rest.” Ambrose said.

“Okay then. A room has been prepared upstairs for you. I will ask someone to lead you there. What do I tell the General? He would need information.” Sophia asked

“The General scares me. I fear he may shoot me himself if he doesn’t get anything out of me.” Ambrose replied.

When the General heard that, he smiled. He was glad he had not lost the fear factor he had on his lieutenants. Sophia inclusive. He had heard enough. He walked out of the lounge, taking out the buds in his ears as he approached the sitting room. He opened the door as a steward was leading Ambrose upstairs to the room that had been prepared for him.

“Where is he going?” The General asked Sophia who didn’t seem the least startled at his intrusion.

He was beginning to lose his power on Sophia and they both knew it. But he had no choice. He had lost his most intelligent Lieutenants. He had only Sophia now. She was the calmest and the most calculating. She worked best under pressure. She always delivered. She was his only hope if he was to come out of his brewing war with The Colonel. He had no doubts whatsoever that Sophia knew that she was his only powerhouse in this ensuing battle. He also knew she was cunning and could snake him. Tawo and Shina were dead. Ambrose was temporarily out and he had only Sophia. So he would stick with her till this was over and take her out. He had thought about rendering her inactive, deploying her to a remote island or taking her away to a different section of GhostCorp. But with every thought he always came to the same conclusion: She had become too comfortable and it was not healthy for him. She had to die.

He preferred his enigma status and if Sophia did not feel threatened by him, she could influence others to feel the same. And then, he would no longer be The General that everyone really feared and got trembled at.

“He is going to his room. He needs to rest.” Sophia replied.

“Has he said anything?” The General asked.

“Nothing yet. His thoughts seem unclear at the moment, nothing a good rest will not solve.” Sophia replied.

“Where are we with Sean and Eva?” The General asked.

Sophia was shocked. She hadn’t expected that the General would have known so soon. It had been barely 48 hours and she was hoping she would get concrete information by the end of day. She had no idea where they were.

“I have everything under control. They are ready for their part. We just need to get a way to blend them into the new scheme now that Ambrose has been compromised.” Sophia replied.

“Where are they?” The General asked, walking to the water dispenser and helping himself with a cup of cold water. He drank the water, keeping his gaze on Sophia as he waited for her reply.

Sophia was quiet.

“Ahhhhhhhhh. Refreshing!” The General exclaimed as he set the cup down and licked his lips.

“I asked a question S. Where is the location of Sean and Eva?”

“My best guess is that they are now working with the Colonel. They were visited by the Colonel in their hotel suite and have gone rogue since then. We got know this from the surveillance footage in the hotel. He intentionally let himself get captured by the cameras. They have been spotted around the city but successfully shaken off all our best trackers. I have taken over supervision of finding them and I will get something soon. I think they will let themselves be found when they are ready. We trained them too well.” Sophia explained.

“Are you giving me excuses lieutenant?” The General said raising his voice angrily.

Sophia was unmoved.

“I would never give excuses sir. I am just saying that we have studied the Colonel. He wants revenge. He is blinded by his current bloodlust. We can use it to our advantage. If we wait him out, pretend to be unaware of him and his vices, he would be forced to act. Then we would nail him. We have the upper hand sir. We need to gather our resources, stock pile our strategies and expect an attack. Then we’ll counter in such a way he never saw coming.” Sophia explained sitting down and crossing her legs, staring straight into her Guardian’s eyes.

“Let me know when Ambrose comes to. If he has nothing concrete to present, you will have to kill him. Use him as bait, smoke him, anything. He is now a liability. You have twenty hours to find the missing love birds.” The General said and walked out of the room.

He did not wait for a reply. Sophia had none to give. She had plans of her own.

As the General shut the door behind him, she got up and headed for Ambrose’s room.

TO BE CONTINUED

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 25

EPISODE 25.

“Dad? Is this really you?” Eva asked moving close to her father.

She did not mind the gun that was now pointed at her temple. She had shock and surprise written all over her face as she walked towards her father.

“Stay where you are Eva. We don’t want to have ourselves a blood bath.” The Colonel replied not taking his eyes off Sean who was still on the floor.

Without turning, the Colonel kicked the door close with his left leg. With the sides of his eyes he kept an eye on Sean and saw his daughter moving closer. He gauged the distance between Eva and him. He fired a shot.

The bullet shattered the bottle of Vodka on the table close to Eva. It was a precise shot.

With his eyes still on Sean, he barked:

“I said don’t fucking move girl!”

Eva froze in her steps. If this man could take such a shot, she did not want to experience what it would feel like if he actually aimed at her. She stooped. The look she saw in his eyes was one she had never seen before. His eyes were very red. His face was expressionless. But somehow she was able to connect with his countenance. And what she saw there scared her. Her father was hurting. Her father was desperate. Her father wanted blood.

“You, get up.” He said to Sean waving the gun at him and directing him towards Eva.

Sean crawled up from the ground, backing away from him. He walked backward hitting his legs against the couch. He was now side by side with Eva now.

“Good boy.”

“What do you want?” Sean finally asked.

He now realised that whoever this man was he needed something. And he would not get it if he killed any of them. Then he had heard Eva call him dad. He would get back to that much later but first, he needed to know why this man had burst into their privacy and threatened them.

The Colonel turned and had them sit on the couch. He faced them and sat on the couch directly opposite them, aiming the guns at both foreheads.
“I am sure you are wondering why I am here and what I want. I am going to make it very simple. I want to talk. Just talk. I want to drop my guns now. But don’t go having any ideas.” The Colonel said.

As he finished he nodded at their chests and they both looked at their chests at the same time. There was a tiny red infra-red target marker on their chests. They looked up at the Colonel.

The Colonel smiled

“I brought a few friends, just in case things got, you know, a little bit out of control. You know how stubborn you children usually are.” He said and continued.

“But trust me; none of you will leave this room alive if you decide to act funny. All I ask is that you just listen to me. Give me a few minutes. Listen to what I have to say. And if you don’t like it, I walk out. And I will never bother you again. That simple.” The Colonel said.

He pressed the cartridge release buttons on both guns and the cartridges containing the bullets fell to the ground.

“You see? No guns from me. Now, hear what I have to say.” The Colonel said.

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Ambrose touched down in Abuja at exactly 12:30pm the day before he was to resume in the SPPS. He wanted a feel of the environment, acclimatise to the weather and maybe find one or two hotspots to cool off after a hectic day. He decided against a taxi and took the bullet train instead. He got on the train, checked with the coach and dumped his luggage in the suspender above his seat. He got the window seat which he always loved because it granted him ample view of the lush scenery wherever he went. The speakers above his head came alive and it was announced that the train was about to move and the journey would take twenty minutes. He shifted in his chair, making himself more comfortable. There was no one beside him. He closed his eyes, desperate for a quick nap.

After seven minutes he opened his eyes. He could not sleep. He felt uneasy. His stomach rumbled. He got up and made for the toilet.

Just then a man who sat three seats behind him got up too. He was slim, six feet tall and wore glasses. He wore a tailored three piece suit and had a gun inside his inner bosom pocket. He walked slowly the same way Ambrose went, towards the toilet.

As Ambrose closed the door behind him, he quickly put his ears by the toilet door, listening for footsteps. One of the rules for every spy was, “Always Study Your Environment.” Immediately Ambrose entered the train and sat down, he noticed the man in the three piece suit come in after him, He could feel the man’s gaze on him. He knew something was not right. Another part of him told him he might just be over reacting. He drew the conclusion that he had to be careful.

However, now the footsteps drew closer. He now had no doubts in his mind that this was the same man. The footsteps were calculated, slow and precise. They were ordered. He moved away from the door and waited. There were three cubicles in the male section. He was in the last one. The footsteps stooped and a door opened. Ambrose guessed it was the first cubicle. He was not too sure. He hated being unsure. So, he made a deep sound as if he was having trouble getting his business done. He waited. A door shut and the footsteps came again. Slow, calculating and precise. He approximated the distance from the first cubicle to the next. The second cubicle was open so if he was a man in need of a shit, the footsteps would stop. But it didn’t. The footsteps continued and stopped at his door. Ambrose groaned again for effect. He was facing the door preparing for the worst. He looked around the toilet and the only thing he could see was a towel. He took it and folded it in two. The door had a tiny knob with no key hole. Even air would have a hard time peeping through.

The knob turned and the door opened outwards.

Ambrose kicked the door with all the strength he could muster. The door hit the man on his face and the gun fell off his hand. Ambrose rushed towards him before the man could regain his composure. He rained blows on the man’s face and upper body.

He tied the towel around the man’s neck, shutting the air out of him. The man gasped for breath. Ambrose dragged him into the toilet and put his head by the window. The train was moving very fast. Trees and forests were everywhere. There was a tunnel coming up in the far distance. In a matter of seconds, the man’s body would be headless if not dragged back into the train.

“Who sent you?!!!” Ambrose barked, pinning the man’s legs to the wall, his head and shoulders outside the window. He strangled the man tighter. The man coughed. He did not reply.

“I said, who sent you!?” Ambrose shouted again punching the man in the face.

The tunnel was visible now. If Ambrose did not drag the man inside, the man would die. He would not have any clue about who sent him. He decided to let the man die.

“You brought this on yourself.” Ambrose said pushing the man’s body farther out.

The man got this strength from nowhere, freed his legs and hit Ambrose’s groin with his knee cap. He felt the choking hold on his neck loosen, so he punched Ambrose on the face and quickly pulled himself back into the toilet. Immediately, the train entered the tunnel.

Both men panted and looked at each other with cold stares.

The man was first to speak.

“My name is Special Agent Ken. You just passed your interview.” The man said panting and bringing out a badge from his pocket. He threw it at Ambrose. Ambrose ran his hands through the gold crest of the elephants on his badge. It was genuine.

“What interview?” Ambrose asked.

“What you had at the Capitol was just a courtesy visit. This WAS the interview.” Special Agent Ken replied.

“One of us could have been killed! What sort of crazy people am I working with?” Ambrose said, standing up. The man got up too.

“This is my job. I have been interviewing members for the SPPS for eight years. Let’s just say, I like to gamble with my life.” Agent Ken said.
Ambrose was about to retort when the speakers above them came alive.

“We have two minutes before we reach Gwarimpa. Please get ready.”

“Time to go.” Agent Ken said.

They cleaned up themselves and went back to their seats.

“What have I gotten myself into?” Ambrose wondered.

As they got off the train he got a message on his phone.

“Code Red. Abort Mission.”

It was from Sophia.

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The Colonel spoke in hushed tones captivating the attention of Sean and Eva with his unique plan. He told them about his history with the General and brought to light secrets they never knew. He explained how his son was killed and how he had been on the trail of the Ghosts Corporation. He made his speech quick and straight to the point, with no emotions. He spoke as a matter of fact and did not hide his intentions. He wanted the General dead which also meant taking down GhostCorp. They were either with him on this or against him.

He explained that he had killed Tawo in self-defense when he was ambushed in his hotel room. In return Ahmed was killed. The Colonel wanted retribution. And he would not stop till he got it.

“It was so easy to get to you two. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. Taking you down along with Marcus would be silly when I know I can have you on my side. Think about it.” The Colonel said.

He handed them a little chip attached to a small paper. Sean looked at the note.

“This whole room is bugged. Get to a safe place and use this chip on a brand new phone. Make sure you are alone.”

Sean looked up at the Colonel and nodded.

“One more thing. I have relocated your parents. I have released both your mums from the men who were keeping them hostage. They are currently on a plane out of the country as we speak. You are not required to act under duress anymore.” The Colonel finished.

Sean could not believe his ears. He had tried to locate his mum but all his efforts were futile. He knew his mother was safe. He spoke to her regularly. He knew she was in Mushin but he did not know where exactly she was. She was moved around a lot and she was not allowed to disclose her location.

He had called her one night and she had broken down in tears. She was scared. One of the goons that the Corporation had protecting her had just shot and killed someone in front of her. She was scared and was begging Sean to return home as soon as possible.

Sean reassured his mother that all that was happening was for her own good and that he would be home soon. Now this man had taken his mother from under his nose and relocated her. He was beginning to take this man seriously.

“How do I know you are not leading me on? How can I trust you?” Sean asked.

“For one, you are still alive. Second, no matter what you decide, I will hand your mother to you. I just want you to read up everything you have on that chip. Then make your decision. We’ll go on from there.” The Colonel replied.

“How do I get in touch with you?” Sean asked.

“You don’t find me. I find you. I will establish contact at 18:00hrs.” The Colonel replied.

He turned and looked at his daughter. Emotions welled up in his heart. He wanted to reach out to her. Hug her. Listen to her and catch up on all the years they had been apart. But he couldn’t. At least not yet. Before now no one new that he had a daughter. The people closest to him were all dead. Ahmed was dead. Abbey his son was dead. His wife died during a complication while giving birth to his son. Involving Eva in an emotional triangle would not be good for any of them.

“Eva, I know about all your take outs. I have passed some fake information to the police and it has taken them off your trail. I am aware of every move you have made thus far. You were pretty careless.” The Colonel said.

He brought out a tiny mini disc from his hip pocket and handed it to her.

“Here is all you need to do to take the agency off your trail. Marcus had been so blinded by his desire for revenge that he forgot to cover his loopholes. I have done that for him. However, when you finish cleaning up the mess, you need to get out. Lay low. By the time I am done, you will be a free woman. And if I am still alive, we will talk.” The Colonel finished.

Eva made to get up, but the Colonel gave her a very stern look. Eva remembered the infra-red target marker and relaxed again.

“I am done here. I will contact you in nine hours Sean. Or is it Agent Bravo? I think this would be a good time to call your Sidekick, Bruno. I intercepted his email too. He is waiting for your contact. There’s a full chicken in the oven in the kitchen. It would be completely cooked in ten minutes. When you hear the sound, then you can get up. Not before.” The Colonel finished.

He picked the cartridges on the floor and inserted them back into the guns. He put them back in the double gun hostler he had strapped on. As he walked towards the door, he looked back at Eva. They were still rooted to the spot their bums on the chair.

He shut the door after him without another word.

Immediately they heard the sound of the Oven that the chicken was done, Eva and Sean got off the chair with light speed in opposite directions. Eva turned the table in the sitting room and hid behind it. Sean crouched behind the couch, using it as a shield. Both were expecting a barrage of gun fire. They stood still for seconds expecting the windows to shatter any moment. Nothing happened.

After two minutes of waiting, Sean got up and courageously walked towards the window. He kept to the dark side of the room, avoiding getting into the line of fire. He stood by the side of the glass windows and bent slowly, his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the sniper who was aimed at them. As a trained sniper himself, one of the trainings he had undergone was how to locate a sniper in the tallest of buildings. His eyes had been carefully adjusted and perfected to single out snipers at whatever distance they were shooting from.

He was careful at first taking care to make sure only his left eye was visible from the window. He quickly pulled his head back. Nothing happened. He repeated this again. Still nothing happened. He got bolder, put out his whole head and pulled back in one swift motion. No gun shot. He relaxed by the window and breathed hard. Eva was watching him and was scared to death. She worried that Sean might get himself killed trying to dare the sniper who was somewhere outside the hotel. She shook her head at Sean. She knew he was about to do something crazy and she feared the outcome. Hiding behind the table, she shook her head vigorously at Sean, communicating with him not to try what he was thinking of doing. Sean winked at her and smiled. He nodded.

Sean put out his right hand expecting it to be shot at. Eva closed her eyes. Nothing happened. Sean waved it a few times. Still nothing happened. He noticed the infra-red target marker on his palm as he waved.

“What in hell?” Sean said as he came to a sudden realisation.

He left the side of the window and stood in the line of fire, arms akimbo. The target marker was on his neck. He moved sideways to his right and stretched his left arm. The marker was on his shoulder.

“Come on out Eva. There’s no sniper out there. It’s a decoy.” Sean said, standing again directly in the line of fire.

Eva got up and came to where Sean was. She stood beside him, and waved her hands around the target marker. Nothing happened. She turned and hugged Sean very tight. Seeing her father had brought back memories and emotions that she had buried for three years. She cried on his shoulder. Sean held her tight and didn’t say a word. He let her express herself.

Five minutes later he whispered to her ears.

“Your father is right. He would not have come all this way for nothing. Let’s get out of here.” Sean said.

On the roof of an insurance building 100 meters north of Sean’s window, The Colonel lay flat on his stomach. He knew Sean had an eye for spotting snipers, so he had already painted his sniper rifle blue. He painted his face blue as he drove to the building and wore a blue face cap.

He watched the drama in the pent house and smiled as Sean stood in the line of fire. He was tempted to take him out. When Eva hugged Sean tight and cried, The Colonel’s already weakened heart gave way. A tear fell from his left eye, while his right was glued in the scope attached to the rifle. He pressed a hand to his right ear. He had dropped a bug in the room immediately he barged in.

He heard Sean say they had to leave and how he was right. The Colonel silently prayed that he had done the right thing by bringing Sean and his daughter in. He had no choice. He needed every one he could get on his side. He packed his weapons and left the rooftop.

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Ambrose was walking towards a parked car when he got the message from Sophia. There was nothing he could do. He was walking with Special Agent Ken. He had no doubt in his mind that once he got into that waiting car he was going to be history. He had about thirteen more steps till the door opened. Ambrose looked around the terminal. He picked out about 6 cops in strategic positions. They were watching him but were hiding it very perfectly. He smiled as he remembered the story that Agent Ken had cooked up. He was good. Agent Ken was supposed to kill him but when that did not work he had quickly concocted a back-up story and was now leading him to his end.

Six steps more.

Ambrose needed to take a decision. He needed to act.

As they got to the car, Ambrose hit Ken in the ribs with his elbow and broke into a run. Two cops got out of the car and screamed at Ambrose.

“Stop!” pointing their pistols at him.

He was already twelve meters away, “zigzagging” through the crowd. The cops could not risk taking a shot as innocent civilians might be harmed.

Half a dozen cops pursued him threatening to shoot and shouting at civilians to give way. The whole train terminal was in commotion as Ambrose pushed bystanders aside and ran through the crowded station. People dived away from the path of the ensuing fracas as the cops gradually closed the gap between them and Ambrose.

Just then the train began to move. It started to move slowly and gradually picked up. Ambrose moved to his right and ran after the train. The train gained momentum and was picking up pace. Ambrose tried to get in through the last door but it closed shut before he could put his hand in between the doors to close it. There was a tunnel approaching. The cops were eight meters behind him. The crowd was thinning. He had no choice.

He took one last bold step and plunged forwards. His right hand caught a panel at the back of the train while his boots grazed the rail track. He managed to pull himself up and hold on to the panel that saved his life. The cops paused and shot into the darkness at the train. Ambrose was already on the roof of the train.

“Set up a blockade at the Maitama intersection. I need eyes in the sky! I want him dead or alive! I prefer the former. Somebody, get me that bastard!” Special Agent Ken shouted to no one in particular.

The cops around him scrambled away, making calls and walking away.

The Agent did not move. He continued to stare surprisingly into the darkness of the tunnel.

TO BE CONTINUED

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 24

Hectic day. I know I owe you guys one episode of AEWE, so I’ll still post another update later on today.
SPOILER ALERT: someone is going to die in this episode. Read to find out.
Post of new episodes of #B•I•T•C•H resumes on monday, I need the short break. I wrote a short story that I’ll post next to keep you guys busy through out the weekend. PEACe

EPISODE 24.

The Hotel bubbled as music blasted from highly powered surround speakers. Half naked girls paraded the dimly lit bar, looking for clients to patronise their willing bodies. It was the perfect way to spend a Friday night, away from all the hiding and looking behind his shoulders. Ahmed smiled as he blended with the already teeming crowd in the bar. He walked to the barman and requested for his favourite beer. While he waited, he turned and watched as the girls on the iron poles did their thing, grinding their bodies against the cold metal and pulling acrobatic stunts to the sheer amazement of lewd customers. So this was what his Uncle wanted him to miss? He hissed and shook his head mockingly. Collecting his beer after generously tipping the bar man, he walked to an empty seat in the far corner of the bar. It was going to be an evening to remember

Sadly for him, it was going to be his last evening alive.

“Target green. Visible from this point. Awaiting orders.” The barman texted Ope, who was now inside the hotel, begging the receptionist for a room to spend the night.

“Copy that. Keep target in focus. Wait for my orders.” Ope texted back.

The barman got the text and immediately deleted it off his phone.

“Na wa for una o. Just ordinary room una no fit give person. Shey I tell you say I no go pay ni?” Ope queried the receptionist.

“No sir, we are fully booked. I am so sorry but there is nothing I can do.” She replied.

“Shey I sha fit go the bar go take one or two bottles?” Ope asked.

“Of course sir. Right that way.” The receptionist said, pointing to the direction of the bar.

Ope winked at her and she blushed. He made a mental note to check on her when he was done with the current mission.

“I am moving in sir. I would like to confirm the code of this operation sir. Take out or delivery sir?” Ope said, pressing his left hand into his left ear.

“I have changed my mind. Deliver him to me at the Mansion. It has to be a clean job. I will do the rest.” The General replied.

“Copied.” Ope replied and took out the tiny white transmitter in his left ear. He crushed the device with his boots and entered the bar.

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Sophia looked at the General as a smile beamed across his face. He had never seen him smile since she was 15. Even when he promoted her to a lieutenant in his Corporation, he had a grim look on his face.

“That’s a look one doesn’t get to see every day sir. What is the secret?” Sophia asked dropping a glass of cold water on the table by which he sat.

“Let’s just say, I am going to have my pound of flesh.” The General replied.

“I thought you said you do not do desperation. If you kill the boy, is that not exactly what it is? A desperate act at revenge?” Sophia questioned.

“I lied.” The General replied and continued.

“Cheers sweetheart.” He finished pushing his cup of water at her.

She just smiled and blew him a kiss.

She was beginning to get worried about this man.

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Eva yawned and stretched as the rays of the early morning sun peeped through the slightly opened curtains. She was completely nak3d as the duvet fell off her body as she sat up. She remembered what happened the night before. She felt good. Just then a shirtless Sean walked in with a tray which had a warm cup of coffee and sandwiches.
“Rise and Shine sweetheart.” He said dropping the tray beside her and kissing her softly on the forehead.

“Did we?” Eva asked surprised, a look of lust in her eyes.

“What do you think?” Sean replied and then continued

“Come on, gobble up. You need your strength. I will be back. I need to use the gym.” Sean finished.

Eva watched as Sean went of the bedroom. She could not stop staring at his perfectly curved body and his suave. She felt herself tingle below and she chuckled.

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“Hey bro, is this seat taken?” Ope said to Ahmed who was on his third bottle of beer.

“No it’s not. You can have it.” Ahmed replied.

They shook hands. As they pumped and snapped, Ope lodged a tiny tracker in Ahmed’s hand. They talked about the country, the improvement, and the failures. They got round to the subject of women and how filled the bar was.

“So what if your wife call you now, wetin you go do?” Ope asked Ahmed, opening his second bottle of beer.

“I no get wife o. That is why I come here. All these girls just dey enter my eyes and I no know which one I go fit choose sef.” Ahmed replied.

His eyes darted to and fro the large room, falling on different pretty girls. He did not have enough cash to spend.

“You like that yellow one there? Wey get big yansh and bosoms?” Ope asked

“Ah, na dat one dey my mind since! Brother, u get eye o.” Ahmed replied smacking his lips.

Ope signalled to the girl and she came over to their table. She was among one of the hookers already bought by Ope. She sat on Ahmed’s laps and began to touch him in places that drove him crazy. He was on his sixth bottle of beer and was already drunk. His eyes were blurred and his utterances were slurred. With the girl on his left and Ope on his right, he was guided out of the bar.

The Colonel was worried. Ahmed had not called or texted. He was supposed to check in every half hour. But three hours had gone by and he hadn’t heard from him. He decided to go see for himself. As the Colonel got off the stairs, he looked left and saw Ahmed been taken out of the premises. He was shocked. His gun was not on him. He ran and screamed. By the time he got to the gate, they had zoomed off in a waiting car. The Colonel was furious. He held the gateman by the collar and threatened to kill him. He wanted to know where they were taking his nephew to. He was choking the gateman now, stifling him to death. Four heavily built bouncers in black fitting tops and tight pants suddenly appeared from nowhere. The Colonel eyed them one after the other. He could take all of them out conveniently without breaking a sweat. However, he decided the drama would not be necessary. He apologised, left the gateman and went back to his room. He had only one thing on his mind. Getting Ahmed back.

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He woke as a bucket of water was splashed on his face. He tried to adapt his eyes to the darkness of the dimly lit room. He could see figures of two men but his vision was blurred. Gradually he could see the two men. He recognised one as his friend from the bar the night before. He didn’t know who the other man was. He tried to get up from the bed he was in but discovered that his legs and hands were tied to the small bed in the middle of the room. He still had a little hangover but the current fear he felt had sent a cold shiver down his spine.

“What…wha.. what.. am…i..doing…here. Wh…who…who…are…you…people?” Ahmed stammered as the other man approached him.

“Shhhhhhh. Quiet. The General hates noise.” The man said.

He gave Ahmed a hard slap to the right side of his face. Ahmed yelped in pain.

“Did that hurt?” The man asked.

Ahmed kept quiet, his head turned away from the man. He was sobbing quietly. He was afraid. He didn’t plan to die like this.

The man bent low and turned Ahmed’s face back towards him. He squeezed Ahmed’s cheeks with his thumb and forefinger.

“I said, did that hurt?” He said to Ahmed menacingly.

Ahmed nodded slowly.

“Good boy. Because what you just experienced is nothing compared to what is going to happen to you pretty soon.” He finished and backed away from Ahmed, heading for the door and going out.

Ope came to Ahmed and patted his hair gently.

“I am sorry bro, but I don’t call the shots. See you in hell.” Ope said and left him.

Ope knocked twice on another door within the same room and stepped out, locking the door behind him.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door that Ope knocked opened and Ahmed almost shit his pants.

The General strode out of the room gallantly. He smiled as he approached Ahmed.

“How are you boy?” The General asked looking down at the scared man tied on the bed.

“Pppp…le…aa…seeee. Ppppleeeaaasssee.” Ahmed begged.

“I am sorry but that word does not exist in my dictionary. I need to send your Uncle a souvenir.” The General said and continued,

“Then I am going to take off every toe, every finger, pluck out your eyes, your tongue and dismember you gradually till you die. Now which toe do I send to your Uncle?” The General threatened, bringing out a huge sharp plier.

“I think I will just take the two big toes. Don’t worry boy, I am quite skilled at this.” The General finished.

Ahmed wet his pants. The General did not let that affect him. He cut off Ahmed’s big toes in swift snaps of the plier. Blood poured from the wounds. Ahmed shrieked in pain. The General’s black shirt was stained with blood. He kept the cut toes on the floor.

“Now, to the main course.” The General said, snapping the plier in the air.

Ahmed’s cries and shrieks pierced the air and went through the hallways. No one would hear him. No
one would help him. The General left him barely alive and exited the room with his exhibits. He planned to send them to The Colonel later. Ahmed was breathing very slowly. His heart gradually gave way. He died a slow and painful death.

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The Colonel paced the Hotel room, deep in thought. He was upset, angry but not disoriented. His original impulse was to react immediately. Follow the trail Ahmed had laid down and eventually catch up with the abductors. He had seriously been contemplating taking rash action when he got a delivery. It was a small pocket sized package with no posting address.

“Who sent this?” The Colonel asked the delivery boy.

“I have no idea. My job is to deliver what I am given. Please sign here sir.” The delivery boy replied.

The Colonel acknowledged receipt and locked the door as the boy left. He scrutinised the parcel wrapped in a pretty blue foil. He was wary. He did not know what it was. Could it be a bomb? He held the package close to his ears, expecting the ticking sound of a countdown timer. He heard nothing. As he turned the parcel around trying to ascertain the contents, something caught his eye.

He saw a very faint black ink. It looked like some form of hurriedly scribbled words. Or carefully concealed information. He got his magnifying glasses and read the scribbled information on the bottom right of the parcel:

“ отмщению ”

“Payback” in Russian.

Only one person knew ever used that with him, The General. Immediately, he feared the worst. He quickly tore the parcel open. What he saw broke his heart into a million shreds. The toes, eyes and heart of Ahmed were neatly arranged inside the parcel. He fell on the chair, holding the parcel in his hands. He could not believe his eyes. Ahmed was dead. He felt like opening fire on the Corporation. He had had enough. First it was his only son. And now, the just took Ahmed. He was done running. He was done playing nice. He was done being the victim. He made up his mind. They had taken too much from him. Marcus was going to pay.

As he remembered all the loss he had suffered from the hands of the Corporation, anger got the better of him. He dropped the parcel on the table in front of him, got up suddenly and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!”

With clenched fist and his teeth gnashing, he walked forwards and punched the concrete walls until his fists bled and the pain became unbearable. Tears fell freely from his eyes. Breathing heavily, his chest heaving, he walked dejectedly back to the couch and sat. He held his head in his bloodied hands. He had to do something. He knew the General was expecting a reaction from him. The General knew everything about him. The General taught him many of the things he knew. There would eventually be a face-off but when? He continued to think, raking his brain for any possible subtlety that Marcus would not see coming.

He found it hard to think. Anger, pain and sadness made it difficult for him to plan a proper course of action. He decided to take a nap. As he lay on the couch, his eyes fell on Ahmed’s newspaper clippings on the wall. He began to feel bad all over again. He turned on the couch, facing the west wall away from the newspaper clippings.

Suddenly, there was a glint in his eyes. He had a brain wave. The sadness in his eyes immediately disappeared and was replaced by excitement and anticipation.

He got up from the chair and went to the newspaper clippings on the wall. He had never given much thought about Ahmed’s obsession with finding a mystery killer. For all he cared, The Colonel believed that the slain political officers were greedy criminals who deserved their fate. But now, as he studied the clippings he came to a shocking realisation. Ahmed’s work was actually his ticket to finishing off the Corporation. He studied the patterns Ahmed had drawn, improved on the inferences already suggested and connected the dots Ahmed had failed to see. He made calls and begged old friends for favours and access into surveillance archives. The Colonel traced calls, decrypted emails and intercepted a few.

With each passing hour, he got closer and closer to finding the target. He worked like a maniac, working the phones, asking for favours, eliminating possibilities. He followed up on past leads and made reasonable progress.

Ten hours later, he was done. Cans of Coca-Cola littered the room. He now had eight different images on the screen of the computer that he had been working with . One of the images in the mix shocked him. He could not believe what he saw.

He took his phone and dialled a number.

“Frankenstein. Its Da Vinci.” The Colonel said.

“You promised never to contact me again.” Frankenstein replied with a cold voice from the end of the line.

“Frank, you know I would never come to you if it was not a matter of immediate attention. My nephew is dead.” The Colonel said.

“What can I do?” Frank asked

“Remember those blueprints of the Ghosts organisation I gave you six years ago?” The Colonel asked

“What about it?” Frank said

“I know what a curious mind you have my friend. I intentionally sparked your curiosity when I handed you that chip years ago. I gave you very skinny details just to whet your appetite. Although you showed no signs, I was very sure you would dig. I know you have done extensive work on that Chip. I want to collect Frank.” The Colonel said.

Seconds went by. Silence. No reply from the other end. This was a battle of wits. Whoever speaks first concedes defeat.

Thirteen seconds later, Frank spoke.

“You had me bugged?”

“No my good friend. I had my chip bugged. I need to collect immediately. How do I get it?” The Colonel asked impatiently.

“I am going to deliver the Chip to you tonight. Here is your passkey. Alpha Alpha Singleton Open Zigabyte zero”

“Thanks Frank. Now we are even.” The Colonel said.

“If you contact me again Da Vinci, the next time you wake up will be in hell.” Frank replied

And the line went dead. The Colonel knew that Frankenstein did not threaten. He promised. He copied out the passkey that he had just been given

ALPHA ALPHA SINGLETON OPEN ZIGABYTE ZERO.

He scribbled the passkey and transcribed:

A A 1 O Z 0.

The Zero meant he had to take the passkey from the back so he re wrote the key

0 Z O 1 A A.

He folded the paper he wrote the key on, putting it in the inner pocket of his jean. He took one last look at his laptop and shook his head.

The pictures of Eva, Sean, Bruno, Sophia, Tawo, Shina, Ambrose and the General starred him in the face. He typed a code to initiate the self-destruct option to permanently wipe away all the contents of his computer. When that was done he took down the newspaper clippings, burning them in a small tray. He had everything he needed. He carried his knapsack and stepped out the hotel.

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Eva and Sean sat on the Veranda of the penthouse. They had been talking the whole day. They spoke about their missions, their fears, what they had been through, how they felt about the killings. They bonded. They took a break in the afternoon to have lunch and go at each other again. It was more explosive this time as they now had more intensity between them.

Eva’s head was on Sean’s chest. Her fingers were picking the smooth hair on his chest. He caressed the hair on her head. None of them spoke but the chemistry between them was evident. Sean wondered why he was so comfortable with her.

“when do you think all this would end?” Eva asked out of the blues.

“When would what end?” Sean asked feigning innocence.

“Go jor. You know what I am talking about. The Corporation. Will we work for them forever? I don’t know about you but I think I am tired of killing people. It used to be fun. But now, I’m not just into it anymore.” Eva lamented.

“It is what we signed up for. We have no choice. Are you ready to live the rest of your life on the run? Constantly watching your back? Afraid of even your shadow? The food you eat? The next person beside you? Is that what you want? Sean asked.

“I don’t know. I just…” Eva started but was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Did you call for room service?” Eva asked as the ringing continued.

“No I didn’t. Let me see what they want.” Sean said, kissing Eva lightly on the forehead.

Dressed in only his boxer shorts, Sean walked to the door and peeped in the keyhole. He saw a man in his early forties looking away from the door. He wondered what the man wanted. He looked very harmless.

Sean opened the door.

“Yes, is there something I can help you with?” Sean asked.

The Colonel launched a fierce and powerful kick to Sean’s ribcage. Sean spiralled to the floor, holding his stomach. He was not expecting such.

Eva heard the crash and ran into the sitting room. As she entered, the Colonel brought out two .45 semi-automatic silenced pistols from his hip and pointed them, one at Eva and one at Sean on the floor.

“Dad?” Eva said recognising the man whom she had only seen in pictures.

“Hello Eva. Our family reunion is long overdue.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 23

Hy guys, I’m slowly overcoming the writer’s block and I wrote a short new episode of #B•I•T•C•H which I’ll post later in the day, my battery is already read and I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to post this successfully. Read and enjoy.

Also, I have a new short story which would be completed tonight, so anticipate! Because it would be somthing you didn’t expect. PEACe

EPISODE 23

Eva was bored. She had been in the hotel for six hours now, yet there was no word from Corporation. She knew she would be contacted. One of Eva’s strengths was her patience. She was never in a hurry. She had kept herself company with a bottle of red wine from the well-stocked fridge. She opened her email for the umpteenth time to check her messages. Still nothing. It was a few minutes past 9pm. She couldn’t take another second of the boring hotel. She went on the internet and searched out the nearest club. The wine was beginning to have effect on her and she needed to unwind. There was a strip club about 30 minutes south of the hotel. It was the perfect way to unwind and let loose. Wearing a provocatively short mini skirt and a chiffon see through blouse, she stepped out of the hotel. Eva routed all her emails to her mobile phone just in case Corporation decided to send her a message. She had not had fun in quite a while. She had every intention to let loose and go wild.

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Sean passed by the Redeemed Camp at exactly six minutes past ten. He put off his air conditioning and wound down the windows. He needed the gentle wind that blew him as he sped through the Lagos-Ibadan expressway. About an hour earlier Sean had driven by Shina’s convertible. A small crowd had gathered around the car. He knew what had happened but he had to be sure. Parking his car away from the growing crowd, he had walked over to the scene. He managed to make his way through the barrage of bodies and got to the front. Shina’s lifeless body lay face up in a shallow gutter, both hands on his stomach. Sean looked round at the faces of the different people that gathered. Gloom, sadness and fright could be seen on every one of them.

As he walked back to his car, he heard tiny whispers of how it was possible that the man in the gutter was a ritual killer and had met his waterloo. Still others whispered in low tones that he must have done something terribly evil to have met that kind of fate. If only they knew.

As Sean got into his car and sped away, he had a slight feeling of guilt and remorse. Shina did not do anything against him to deserve to die. He had pondered for hours, how he would take Shina out. He had settled for the poisoning, feeling that poisoning him would give him a quick, painless and private death. It was not his intention for Shina to be humiliated this way. Shina was a very good man. A man of honour. Class. Taste. Finesse. Sean was even in awe of him sometimes. There were times that he wondered how a man could be so meticulous. Shina was good at noticing every single detail. Pity he did not see his death coming. Orders were just what they were; orders.

As Sean connected Ikorodu road to the Lagos Ibadan Expressway, he called Sophia.

“Voice recognition. Make me one blabber blubber bulging bunch of balderdash.” Sean spoke to his high device phone now connected to the sound system of his car.

“Voice recognition initiated. Welcome Agent Bravo.” A mechanical feminine voice replied from the speakers of his car.

“Thank you Iris. Call S.” Sean said, not taking his eyes off the road.

He wound up the windows and put on the air conditioning.

“Calling S… Do you want to block all incoming transmissions?” The Voice replied.

“Yes Iris. This is a Code Call.” Sean replied.

“Call Connected. Call Secure.” The voice replied.

The next voice that came on was Sophia’s.

“Hey baby. You miss me?” Sophia said smiling.

“I wish I did. Sadly, I do not.” Sean replied and continued

“Target is deactivated. What next?” Sean finished.

“Good. Can you come over? I really miss you inside me.” Sophia said sounding er0tic.

“I am currently en route Hotel Paradise as the instructed in the Mission Command. I guess I’m next on the hit list, aren’t i?” Sean said with deep seriousness in his voice.

“Sean, I recruited you myself. No one touches you. Besides, if you are going to die I will have to do it myself. And I don’t see that happening anyway. You, my love are in the master plan of the Corporation.” Sophia assured him.

“Why did Shina have to die?” Sean asked.

He had been dying to ask that question ever since he read the Mission command. However, bringing up such questions at the time would mean he was questioning authority. It had happened before. Mission commands were switched and the initial target had automatically become the executioner. He knew better. Now that he had achieved ninety percent of his mission objective and was now heading to the hotel, he felt it was safe enough to ask.

Besides, he and Sophia had developed a bond.

“Shina was compromised. He made contact with the other side. Four years ago we noticed his unusual distaste for Execution Missions. He rejected three execution missions, preferring Extraction Missions. He was the best Extractor the Corporation ever had and one of our best agents, so we really did not think anything of it. However, when he rejected the last mission to take out the Governor, the General had me look into him. So I planted Eva in his care. I knew he had a soft spot for her right from the first day he extracted her. He dotted on her and took her in his wings. So when I made him take up Eva as his protégé, he was more than happy to. What he did not know was that Eva had her instructions too. She was to spy on him and make him fall madly in love with her. However, she had to be subtle about it and make sure he was scared enough to tell her his true feelings. She passed in flying colours and delivered Shina to our hands. Are you still there Bravo?” Sophia said.

“Go on S.” Sean said.

He slowed down to 80km/hr. and kept to the right lane of the road.

“The Governor Mission was a very important one and we needed it to be very clean. Only a Super-Agent could perfectly execute it. Shina’s refusal to take it up only shone more doubt on his loyalty. The rest of the Super Agents were busy with other assignments, so no one else was available”

“Then you guys decided to hang the mission on my neck. What if I had flopped? What if I could not pull it off? The Super-Agents have 56 years’ experience combined. I had a meager two. You surely were betting on the wrong horse, weren’t you?” Sean interrupted.

“We took a huge risk. We had no choice. But deep inside, we had this confidence you could pull it off. You are the fastest risen agent ever in the Corporation’s hundred year history. That was the little hope we held on to.” Sophia replied.

“So after I had taken out the target, who the hell came up with the idea of torturing me?” Sean asked

“Actually, that was my idea. I needed you to be strong. Besides, I can’t have a weakling as my right hand man. I fell for you the first day I saw you, when I picked you up on that lonely path. Ever since then, all I wanted you to be is what you are now. Besides, is this not supposed to be about Shina?” Sophia asked.

Sean was passing through Ogere now. The once very busy road had now become isolated. During the day, scores of young lads would flock around the window, advertising different kinds of edibles. There was usually light traffic and cars moved at an agonizingly slow pace, coupled with the policemen who were conducting searches and checking vehicles.

Now, Sean just cruised through. No hindrance.

“What did he do exactly?” Sean asked.

“Shina became born again. He wanted out. He did not want a part of crime anymore. How that happened, I cannot tell. Eva intercepted one of his phone calls. He was watching football with friends and had left his phone in her room after one of his visits. A certain number had been calling him continuously. She picked his call, acting like she was his wife. It was the Superintendent of Police and he wanted them to meet at the usual place. Eva began to keep track on him and eventually had him bugged. We have six tapes of different meetings. He wanted to confess everything in exchange for protection and 100million USD. He even squealed out that something big was going to go down. He did not know what it was yet and was waiting for the information before he finally spilled his guts. That is why you had to take him out.” Sophia explained.

“Serves him right anyway. I have to go now. I’m already behind schedule. See you soon sweetheart.” Sean said.

“I’ll be waiting dear. Be safe.” Sophia said.

Sean waited a few seconds then said more audibly,

“Thank you Iris. Terminate Call.”

“Call terminated Agent Bravo. Anything else I can do?” The computer asked

Sean thought for a while.

“Iris, how long is it from my current location to Hotel Paradise at current speed and altitude?” Sean asked

“Processing Data… please wait.” Iris replied.

After thirty seconds, Iris replied

“Approximately forty five minutes, Agent Bravo.” Iris said.

“Thank you Iris. That would be all” Sean said.

“Have a safe trip sir.” Iris replied.

Sean shifted gear and increased his speed to 120km/hr. He wound down the window again and put off the air conditioning.

He just wanted to get everything over with.

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The General stood at the back of his house, rain pouring on him. He wore a long black mafia suit and gazed on the ground before him. His hands were behind him as he stood motionless, his dark shades protecting his eyes from the drops of water that fell from the heavens. He did not shed a tear as he stood alone as he had done for three days now. He bent on one knee and dropped a single hibiscus flower on the tombstone.

On the tombstone the epitaph read:

“Here Lies The Remains of Tawo Marcus Kushim. Brother, Friend, Son.”

The General got up and took off his glasses. Not a single tear dropped from his eyes. His eyes were red. Fiery Red.

He walked to the head of the tombstone and kissed it gently. He smiled.

“You had it coming, didn’t you T?” He said to himself.

“But guess what? Our code still remains. An eye for an eye. An arm for an arm. A tear for a tear.”

The General walked away from the tombstone and moved towards the huge brick house.

As he opened the door, he turned and took one last look at where his son lay buried.

“A life for a life.” He said.

He entered the house, shutting the door behind him.

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Ambrose got to the Capital where he was ushered into a dimly lit office. He waited for a while before he was joined by a grim looking man with three tribal marks on each cheek. He got up to greet the man but the man waved him off, asking him to sit. He presented his special letter to the Head of the Presidential Security.

“I see that you come highly trained and recommended. Your statistics are really impressive. Why do you think we should bring you in?” The HOPS asked.

“It has always been my dream to serve my country in a special capacity. I only want to help my country in the way my talents can be fully utilised. What better opportunity than to be in the Special Presidential Protection Squad? None sir.” Ambrose replied.

“Have you been interviewed?” The HOPS asked

“Yes I have sir. I have been interviewed in archery, sniper shots, hand to hand combat, gun slinging and infiltration.” Ambrose replied

“How long did that take?” the HOPS asked

“Four hours sir.” Ambrose replied.

“Are you sure you went through all the prerequisite interview drills?” the HOPS asked amazed.

“I did everything that was presented to me sir.” Ambrose replied.

Just then his computer beeped informing him he had an email.

“Your interview results just came in. You were in the 99th percentile in all drills. Really Impressive. How soon can you resume?” The HOPS asked.

“In a week’s time sir. I would want to clear with my family back in Lagos sir.” Ambrose replied.

“Alright then. When you are in the Capital, call me directly. Congratulations Peter.” The HOPS said and gave his mobile number.

“Thank you very much sir.” Ambrose replied.

They shook ends and Ambrose left the office.

As he prepared to board a plane to Lagos, he sent an email to Sophia.

“I’m done.”

* * * * *

Sean got to the hotel at midnight. He met a different person at the reception this time around. In his most exquisite manner he asked.

“Good Morning. Is there a reservation in the name of Alexander Bashorun please?”

“Just a minute sir.”

She checked her computer, looking up at Sean a few times. Sean kept smiling pleasantly.

“Sir, there is a reservation in the name of Alexander Bashorun. It is on the west wing of the hotel sir. The password for entry into the room is your year of birth sir. The password allows only two attempts sir.” The receptionist said.

“Okay. How do I get there? You know this hotel is massive.” Sean said getting his wallet from the hip pocket of the jeans he was wearing.

She printed out a hotel guide and gave it to him.

He got to the west wing of the hotel and located the suite that was prepared for him. He typed his year of birth if the keypad that was beside the door. The door clicked open and he walked in. He had been through a long day. He fell on the couch and slept off.

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Eva had a wonderful time at the club she went to. She danced, and flirted with a few girls. She met new guys and was amazed at the beauty of the strippers. She was conscious of time and did not want to be too familiar with any of the people in the club. So at about two thirty, she left. There was a certain handsome hunk that would not let her leave without some form of contact detail. She liked him. He was bold, straight to the point and wanted just s3x. She wanted it too but she knew that once he had tasted her, he would not be able to let go. She knew how crazy she was in bed, most especially when she had not gotten laid in a while. She got his number and promised to call him. She intended to, maybe after everything was all over.

She got to the hotel, and went straight to her suite. Immediately the door opened, she knew something was not right. Eva was very careful with her belongings and knew exactly how she left the room. But now the room was in disarray. The throw pillows were scattered on the floor. The magazines on the coffee table where not stacked. And there was a glass of wine on the table. Who was in her room? As she shut the door gently behind her, she heard the sound of the shower in the bathroom.

“So the intruder is still here?” She thought to herself.

She went to the couch and lifted it up gently. She took out a .23 calibre automatic pistol beneath the couch, laying the couch down noiselessly. With gun in hand beside her face, she tiptoed to the bathroom, listening carefully for any change in sounds. The shower was still running and the smoke from the hot bath clouded the bathroom.
She got to the entrance of the en suite bath and yanked open the door in one swift move, pointing her gun threateningly.

The bathroom was empty.

Before she could turn and decipher what was happening, the gun was slapped from her hand, pushing it near the sink. A strong hand grabbed her neck from behind, while another held her firmly on the stomach. He pushed her to the bathroom wall and pinned her steady, the side of her face grazing the tiled wall.

“Shhhhhhhh….It is me. Don’t do anything rash Eva.” Sean said quietly and smoothly into her ears.

His grip on her was so strong. She tried to fight herself off his grip but he was just too strong and she was hurting herself in the process. She could see his bulging biceps from the corner of her eyes.

“Who the hell is this guy?” she wondered

“There is no use fighting my lady. I would not want a repeat of our last meeting dear. I am going to let you go now. Be a good girl.” Sean pleaded

He felt her tense and stiffened body loosen up. He released her gradually and took three steps, backing up away from her

He did not see the slap coming till it was too late. Her right palm landed on his left cheek. He grimaced as the pain seared through his body. He felt a little blood on the tip of his tongue.

“That was for leaving me in a Male Toilet for hours. Couldn’t you think of somewhere else to put me?” She said her hands on her hips.

Eva’s anger turned him on. And when she put her arms on her hips, her br3asts popped out making them larger than they seem. He was not angry. He was arous3d. She saw the look in his eyes and the bulge in his jeans that now appeared from nowhere.

She now realised that he was actually shirtless, his fine body glistening in the radiance of the fluorescent bulbs. She noticed his abs, his muscles and his huge, broad chest. The hair on his chest was smooth and fine, and ran through his torso, disappearing inside his jeans.

“You should not have done that.” Sean said smiling and taking two steps towards Eva.

She kept quiet and kept her eyes on him. Her mind was running wild. Her heart was beating faster than normal. She saw the look in his eyes. She knew that look. She prayed silently that her legs do not give way and that he would really take her.

As he approached her he had only one thing in mind. It was that same thing he had in mind since the evening he met her at the Brigadier’s party. He held her neck with his right hand almost choking her. She did not resist him. He kissed her with his blood stained lips, taking her tongue in his mouth and sucking on them. He took her two hands, impaling them above her head with his, while they kissed and sucked each other’s lips. Their eyes were closed.

Eva rescued her hands from his and grabbed his head as they kissed. He lifted her with brute strength, his hands in her armpits, pinning her on the bathroom wall above him. She looked down and circled his waist with her legs as she pinned her body to his. Without warning he tore her blouse to reveal a pretty pink bra. She smelled sweaty and in the mood.

Carrying her in that position, her legs circling his waist, her arms around his neck and her lips in his, he took her to the bedroom and did what he been wanting to do for a long while. Scratching, nibbling and gasping for air they pleasured themselves with no inhibitions whatsoever.

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The General picked his phone and dialled Ope’s number.

“What is the status of The Colonel?” He asked

“I have been watching him for three days as you instructed sir. Bee Hive traced his location to the suburbs of Festac town. They were lodged in a hotel around Old Ojo road and I am currently outside the place. All exits have been covered and I am positive that he is still within the premises.” Ope replied.

“Good. What else do you have for me?” The General asked.

“I have placed some hookers on red alert and have them working for us. I have concrete information that Ahmed fancies a particular chubby girl. She can be bought. I have three agents inside. They have taken up positions as bartender, housekeeper and gateman respectively. The Colonel and Ahmed are in room 407. Tomorrow night is going to be a really wild one because there is going to be a strip party in the lounge of the hotel. We know Ahmed will be attending. That is where we are sir.” Ope finished.

“Good. Stay alert. Nobody makes a move. If this slips by, I will have all your heads. It is a promise. Ease out soldier.” The General finished and hung up.

He turned and looked at Sophia. They were in Sophia’s room in the big Mansion.

“You are getting desperate sir.” Sophia said.

The General was on the bed, his legs crossed. He looked at Sophia who was standing before his, her hands behind her.

“You underestimate me girl. I don’t do desperation. Never. I made a mistake with Giwa once. I never make the same mistake twice.” The General retorted.

“I am sorry sir. What is the plan?” Sophia said

“What is the status of the operation?” The General asked

“Ambrose has effortlessly blended into the SPPS and did great at the interview. He resumes in a few days. Shina has been smoked. Eva and Sean should be getting acquainted right about now. All we need to do is wait sir.” Sophia replied.

The General got up and paced the room. Sophia did not move from where she was. He came back to his former position.

“I am pained by the death of my son, really pained. Even though he had it coming, I was not expecting it to happen so soon. However, I am looking at the grander picture. This final mission is more important than revenge. I need a cool head to prosecute this. Do you think I do not feel the urge to tear down this town just to prove a point? Sometimes, revenge is best served cold. Don’t forget that, Sophia. You have done tremendously well and I am happy at your progress.” The General said.

“Thank you sir” She replied.

“How did you smoke Shina?” The General asked.

“I didn’t. Sean did.” Sophia answered.

“Are you scared to get your hands dirty, Lieutenant?” The General asked.

“Negative sir. I just felt that Sean needed to prove himself and kill all emotional pull backs he may have.” Sophia replied.

“I also know that you have been sleeping with him. Remember, he is going to have to die. And you are going to do it. So do not get too attached.” The General said and moved to the door.

“Sophia. It’s going to be you and I left standing when all this is over. Don’t disappoint me.” The General said and left the room.

Deep inside, Sophia doubted if she was going to make it out alive. She was worried. Very worried.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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#AnEveningWithEva – Episode 22

I sincerely apologise for the late update guys, I was dead busy all day. And for those of you who have been waiting for the next episode of #B•I•T•C•H, I’m sorry but am have a writer’s block so there might not be a new update for a while or there might be tonight, who knows? Depends on when I get over it. Am so sorry. PEACe.

EPISODE 22

The Colonel was asleep when he heard the sound of the doorbell. He woke up startled. Who was at his door at this time of the night? He let the ringing continue for a while. When it did not stop, he grudgingly got up and went to the door.

“Who is it?” The Colonel asked pressing a button which enabled the microphone.

“Maintenance.” A voice replied from the other end.

The Colonel peered through the tiny glass visualizer on the door. He saw a man holding a tool box and looking round the corridor. He was wearing a dark blue janitor’s apparel which had the hotel logo on the bosom pocket. He also wore a blue cap which covered part of his face.

“Sorry, I did not call for any maintenance. Wrong room.” The Colonel said and left the door.

As the Colonel was going back to sit, Ahmed came out of the bedroom.

“Hi Uncle. Who was that?” he asked.

“One maintenance guy, He probably got the wrong room. How do you feel now?” The Colonel asked.

“I feel better than I was before. I am ready to go in the morning.” Ahmed replied.

Just then the doorbell rang again.

“Ahmed, please see what that guy wants. I am so angry right now; I fear I may blow his head off.” The Colonel said closing his eyes.

Ahmed approached the door and looked into the glass hole. He saw no one. He shrugged. He left the door and was half way across the room, when he heard the doorbell again. He was furious. He stormed to the door and keyed in the 4-digit pin to open the door.

All the while the Colonel was in deep thought. Why was the so called maintenance person not at the door? Why did the reception not call to inform him before hand? Why was he being persistent after he had clearly been told to go away? As he pondered this things, Ahmed was already at the door inserting the pin code to open the door.

“Noooo!!! Don’t!!! Stop boy!!!” The Colonel screamed at Ahmed, getting up from the couch.

It was too late.

In his enraged state, Ahmed flung the door open and made to scream at the intruder from maintenance when a heavy punch hit him by the side of his face. Before he could understand what was happening, a kick hit him on his chest, sending him sprawling on the floor back inside the house. The Colonel took just one quick look at Ahmed who was clutching his ribs. Ahmed grimaced, turning in pain.

The Colonel’s sharp eyes darted immediately back to the door. He almost knew who it was. He became alert. Very alert. He did not rush to the door like Ahmed did. He waited for almost a minute to see what it was that knocked Ahmed off his feet.

The General walked majestically into the room through the open door with a grim look on his face. He walked past the Colonel, sitting on the chair that he occupied a few minutes ago. Tawo came in after the General. However, he did not follow his father to the chair. He slammed the door shut and folded his arms across his chest, relaxing his heavy frame on the metal door.

The Colonel did not take his eyes of Tawo. His subconscious sensed the General behind him, watching him, trying to predict his move. Ahmed who was groaning on the floor earlier sat on the ground, surprised at the effrontery of the intrusion of these two men. Ahmed looked at his Uncle and what he saw scared him. There was a particular look he saw on the Colonel’s face. He knew that look. It was a look of rage and blood. His Uncle was now angry beyond reason yet calculating and careful. Ahmed shifted away from his Uncle, resting his back on the wall leading to the bedroom. He did not want to be caught in the cross fire. The Colonel’s eyes did not move. He continued to glare at Tawo.

Tawo had killed his only son albeit indirectly. Tawo and the Colonel’s son Abbey attended the same Spy Academy. Tawo was two years ahead and had achieved the status of Chameleon Prime. He was now responsible for recruiting younger members of the academy and training them into Chameleon Spies. The Chameleon Spies were members of the Spy Academy who had performed excellently over their first three years. The Colonel’s son had a fantastic record. He was always topping every category. By his third year in the Spy Academy, he had rubbished every record that Tawo had set. Twice Abbey was heavily recommended to partner Tawo in his missions. Tawo had declined. He had not met the boy but he already hated him.

So when Tawo met Abbey for the first time during the Chameleon Recruits Orientation, he made up his to do everything in his power to wreck Abbey’s career.

He engaged Abbey in all kinds of mini-missions too high for his level of clearance, but Abbey scaled them all excellently. All the while The Colonel continued to encourage his son, telling him that Tawo meant him more of good than harm.

However, Tawo had had enough. Abbey’s success appalled him. He was no longer comfortable because he saw Abbey as a threat to his supremacy. In the second year of Abbey’s training, Tawo sent Abbey on a deadly infiltration mission, deliberately including fake extraction details. Abbey finished the subtle infiltration superbly and was ready for evacuation. The radio link he was given to call came back as static. No response on the other end. Abbey had no choice but to find his own escape route. He had not been trained to that degree. He fell into enemy hands and was killed.

During the debriefing, it was discovered that Tawo had provided incorrect extraction details. The penalty was dismissal and death if found guilty by the Spy Court. The General had intervened and shielded his son from justice. He made Tawo disappear and swept the case under the rug.

The Colonel however was undaunted. He dug relentlessly into the family of the General in his attempt to unravel the location of Tawo. He was not ready to let his son’s death go by without justice being served. The General found out the Colonel was digging too deep into his privacy and had the West African Intelligence force send him undercover to infiltrate and bring down the Marine Cartel. The General hoped he would not come out alive.
All these thoughts flashed through the Colonel’s mind in seconds. He squeezed his fingers into a fist. He had been looking for this opportunity for a long time. Tawo had to pay for taking the life of his son. He had to die.

“Giwa, I know what you feel. I know how you feel. No one has to die tonight.” The General said in his cold, baritone voice.

The Colonel did not look back.

“Marcus, I am not sure you know how I feel. My son was murdered. Yours is still alive. You know what I think? I think you would understand how I feel when your son is dead.” The Colonel replied.

His eyes were still on Tawo. His eyeballs were fiery red. Tawo felt uneasy. His fingers caressed the .43 automatic that was inside the janitor overall he wore. He felt the need to use it but his father’s warning replayed in his mind.

The Colonel saw the tiny movement of Tawo’s fingers inside the overall. His instincts took over. He ran towards Tawo in a zigzag motion. The Colonel’s action took him by surprise. As Tawo saw the Colonel approaching him, he quickly brought out the pistol, aiming at the Colonel. He was not quick enough as the Colonel was in front of him in a flash. He landed a huge right to Tawo’s cheek while simultaneously giving a powerful left punch to his lower biceps. The pistol went off Tawo’s hand falling on the ground.

With his rage and anger, the Colonel rained punch after punch at every part of Tawo’s body. Tawo tried to ward off some of the Colonel’s punches but the Colonel was too fast for him. Tawo held up his arms to block the Colonel’s punches. The Colonel threw a strong swinging right punch to the side of Tawo’s face. Tawo fell on the ground disoriented.

Just then, the General got up. He took out a gun from his hips and aimed at the Colonel. The Colonel turned, facing the General. He was panting strongly, his countenance still filled with rage and anger.

“I did not intend for this to end this way. Obviously you are not ready to be sensible. Bye Giwa.” The General said, turning off the safety of the gun.

A gunshot was fired.

The General fell on the couch holding his chest.

The Colonel turned.

Ahmed was holding the gun that fell from Tawo’s hand. Ahmed looked scared. The Colonel went to his nephew, helping him up from the ground.

Instinctively, the Colonel had this strong feeling to look back. As he did, he saw Tawo pulling out a gun from his hips. The Colonel immediately grabbed the gun from Ahmed and pushed him away from the line of fire. Ahmed stumbled to the side of the room, almost hitting his head on the wall.

The Colonel bent on one knee and fired two shots at Tawo. The bullets hit him on the chest. Tawo fell, surrounded in the pool of his own blood.

“Let’s get out of here” The Colonel said, helping Ahmed up.

They took their belongings and hurriedly left the hotel room.

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Thirty minutes later, the General stirred. He came to slowly, touching his chest. There was a little blood stain on his shirt. He took off his shirt and took off the bullet proof vest he wore. He threw it aside and assessed his chest. The bullet had pierced the vest but did not really get into his body. It grazed his skin and had caused him to bleed. He got up slowly, looking around the room.

Just then, he saw his son lifeless in a pool of his own blood.

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Shina got out of his beautiful silver coloured convertible Hyundai Envy. He was parked outside a small bungalow in the exquisite Northern Foreshore Estate. Leaning against the driver’s door, he pressed the horn twice. He was waiting for Eva. He checked his wrist watch impatiently. It was three minutes past noon.

Eva opened the glass window of her sitting room and called out to Shina,

“Just a minute please.” She said waving at him.

She blew a kiss at him as she closed the window. Shina shrugged.

Eight minutes later, Eva came out of her house carrying just a sling bag across her chest. Her beautifully conditioned hair tumbled in waves at her shoulders as she walked towards him. She wore a pink silk semi-transparent blouse which had white polka dots. A short black mini skirt and white flat ballerina shoes completed her outfit. Her black lacy half bra was slightly visible under her blouse, her huge br3asts struggling against the tight fabric. Shina felt his heart skip a few beats. He really was crazy about this girl. He fought the urge to walk up to her and sweep her off her feet. He was afraid. Afraid of how she would react. Afraid of what she might say. Afraid of losing her forever. Like they say, half a loaf is better than none at all. He was content with just being in her life in the current capacity that he was, rather than lose her forever because of his feelings.

“What took you so long? We are far behind time. See the time na.” Shina said as Eva opened the passenger door and got in.

“Ahn Ahn na. Shebi it was just five minutes now. You know I have to look good. You never can tell if it’s another job I have to do, you know.” She said putting her arms around Shina as he started the ignition.

He glanced at her and she winked. He had butterflies in his tummy. He could not help feeling all mushy mushy around Eva.

“It was not five minutes my dear. It was eight.” Shina countered and eased the car slowly into the road.

“Ehn five minutes oh, eight minutes oh, it is still the same. Could you please close the roof? I’m a bit cold.” Eva said.

“Why won’t you feel cold? When you are dressed so provocatively” Shina said pressing a button.

The roof unfolded from the back of the car and stretched itself over their heads.

“Happy?” Shina asked nudging Eva gently.

“Yes daddy.”

“Seat belt please.” He said to Eva.

She obliged, strapping herself on the leather chair.

They drove in silence for a while till they got to an intersection on the road. The traffic light turned yellow, and then red as Shina slowly brought the car to a stop. The road before them spread out into two different paths.

“Destination please?” Shina asked.

“Hotel Paradise.” Eva replied.

Shina knew the place. It would take them about three hours to get there. He shifted the car into gear and turned left as the traffic light went green.

“As your Royal Highness commands” Shina said with a gentle bow.

They sped away on the freeway.

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Sean drove into a petrol station at Ore.

“How much sir?” The attendant asked.

“Six thousand five hundred.” Sean replied, turning his window down halfway.

The attendant finished selling the required amount of fuel and hanged the nozzle back in its cradle. Sean handed the attendant seven thousand naira, telling him to keep the 500 change as tip. He made to drive off, then suddenly remembered something.

“Excuse me. Yes you.” Sean called at the man who just sold him fuel

“Yes sir?” The attendant answered eager to help.

“How do I get to Hotel Paradise? I seem to have lost my way” Sean asked.

“Oga mi, you never lost your way o. You never lost your way at all at all. In fact na the correct way na him you face so. If to say you don go chook your head for road like say you wan enter Akure, na that time your way go lost o. He go lost finish. You no go even fit find the way again. To come outside ehn, e go hard you like person wey wan swallow big stone o. And when person lost way for this kain area, e dey hard to see road come out o. E go just dey do like canoe wey no see road comot for water. Oga mi, I remember the day when I lost my way, I just dey…” The attendant rambled on.

Sean did not have time for his spectacle. He had a job to get to.

“Excuse me, I am really in a hurry. Do you know how I can get there or not?” Sean asked impatiently.

“Oga mi no vex I just wan explain as the thing be for you. Na inside Ore GRA the hotel dey. Just dey go straight. You go see one big signboard wey them say slow down. Make sure say you slow down o. Because I remember my sister husband. Na speed kill am for that same place. He see say them say make e slow down e no gree. Na so him motor enter gallop. The car tumble tumble tumble tumble so tey…” He was saying, demonstrating the tumbling motion with his hands.

”Can you just tell me how the heck I can get to the place?” Sean said infuriated.

“Oga mi, you sabi vex o. Na wetin I do now wey you don dey vex for me? Anyway, Na the next turning after the signboard be the street of the hotel. U no fit miss am at all. When you enter the turning, na the last building for the road. The hotel big well well.” The attendant stated.

Sean mumbled an inaudible appreciation, wound up his window and sped off the petrol station.

“Oga no speed for there o!” The attendant called after Sean.

Sean did not hear him.

Sean was directed to the parking lot as he drove into the huge five-star hotel. He found a free space in the already filled parking lot and parked his ash coloured Infinity Audacity jeep. He checked his gold Hublock wristwatch. It was exactly 11:56am. He was required to be at the hotel by noon. He was four minutes early. He decided to wait in his car till noon to see if Shina would be on time. At exactly noon Sean received another message:

“Target is en route. ETA is 3 hours. Stay Alert.”

The message deleted itself as usual after Sean finished reading it.

There was nothing to do for three hours. He decided to explore the hotel; possibly he may extinguish the target in the premises.

He went to the reception. A man wearing horn-rimmed glasses looked up at him.

“Good afternoon sir. How may I help you?” He said with a welcoming smile on his face.

“Yes please. Is there any reservation for Alexander Bashorun? It should have been made by now.” Sean said with an air of arrogance.

“Just a moment please.” The receptionist said.

He checked the computer in front of him, searching for a reservation in the name that was provided. He found none. He checked again just to be sure.

“I am sorry sir, no reservation has been made in that name. I wish there was a way I could help.” The receptionist said.

“It is okay. I will talk to my agency. Thank you.” Sean said and left.

He had wanted to play a smart one. The instruction was to go into the hotel after he had smoked Shina. He wanted to know what was in the west wing of the hotel. He left the reception and went to the Cinema section of the hotel.

At two-thirty, Sean was in his car watching for Shina. At exactly 2:53pm, Shina drove past him to a parking space six cars away from him. He watched as Shina walked with Eva into the reception of the hotel. Sean quickly got out from his car and walked towards the convertible. He was turning his car keys in his forefinger as he approached Shina’s car. When he got to Shina’s car, he spun his car keys so fast such that they fell beside the convertible’s rear left tyre.

As he bent to pick the keys, he planted a tiny tracking device under the car. He got up and quickly retraced his steps. He got into his car and waited patiently.

Shina came out the hotel twenty minutes later. Alone. He got into his car and drove out of the hotel. Sean started the car and the tracker came on. A tiny red dot blinked on a navigation screen on his dashboard.

He traced Shina carefully for hours. Shina stopped by a petrol station to buy fuel. Sean zoomed past and parked 100meters ahead of the petrol station. He waited till Shina zoomed past then got into his car and followed the tracking beacon in his car.

Shina was overwhelmed by what he felt for Eva. He needed to clear his head and only a drink could do that. After driving for two hours, he parked his car at a bar at Ogudu and went in. He watched the champions league final between his favourite team InterMilan and Arsenal. It helped him take his mind of Eva.

Three hours later, He was on his fourth bottle on beer when Sean walked in with two pretty girls in tow.

“Rambo my man!!! What are you doing here?” Sean said, hugging Shina.

“It’s a dull Saturday. I just wanted to have a few drinks.” Shina said waving at the bottles on his table.

“Well, I am here and no more dulling!!!” Sean said.

He introduced the two girls and had one keep Shina company.

They talked, chatted and had a lot of fun. Sean continually slipped poison pills in Shina’s drinks while the girl danced with him, making sure he was engaged and arous3d.

At 9pm, Shina got into his car and headed home. He had not moved for more than twenty minutes when he began to vomit, He parked his car and began to throw up, spilling a lot of blood through his mouth from his intestines. He opened the door to get fresh air. He fell on the floor and into the gutter. Blood came out from his eyes, ears and nostrils.

Three minutes later, his heart stopped. Shina was dead.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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