Story Time: All For You — Episode 33, 34, 35a & 35b (SEASON 2)

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Lokoja, Nigeria. 11pm same day

On the west of river Niger, close to the mouth of river benue, a confluence of the longest rivers in Nigeria was formed.

Few houses were built near the confluence area. Agent Jones (from presidential secret service) wondered how irrational the could be to build houses in an extremely flood prone region

On a deeper observation, she noticed the houses were erected as single unit scattered settlement. She concluded they serve as store rooms for fisher men and, maybe relaxation spots for fishers awaiting mid-night fishing.

One of these houses is far beyond mere store room; its an access to an underground tunnel. The PSS agents knew this, however, their knowledge was limited. The underground system was weilded with high sophistication.

The agents laid in silence. Their senses on full alert, watching for the slightest change of sound. Flicker of torch. Or foreign smells. None of these occured.

Silence continued for ten more minutes except for songs of night birds and movement of water currents.

‘did you hear that?’ agent frank whispered.

‘yes. The hum of a car’

the hum was short-lived. Clearly the vehicle stopped.

‘it’s between 200m radius’ frank guessed widely.

Both resumed silence. ‘our guests are here’ agent jones said. It was a dark night, the moon was almost gone. She’d seen four figures in the green view of her night g vision goggle.

‘wait here. I’ll see how close i can get’ she said to frank who also had seen the human figures.

She walked out of the entangled woods noislessly. She paused for two seconds. Watched the direction they were headed then followed. Careful to keep moderate distance.

The figures; three males and a female stood before one of the houses. A man came out to meet them.

Jones leaned by the outer wall. They were speaking but she could not decipher clearly. She plastered both hands on the wall to form a cross. She angled towards them slowly. Carefully. Perhaps not careful enough! Her foot stepped on dry leaves she never knew existed. The agent froze as torch lights flickered in her direction.

‘what’s that?’ Abu asked.

The old man who came out to them didn’t answer. He moved further towards agent jones. At that instant a rat ran over hir slippered foot. The man hissed. ‘

‘rumbling of mad rats!’ the man said. ‘as i was saying, the trucks are ready’

‘the goods?’ Abu asked.

‘all but the kitchen sink’ the man said confidently.

Agent Jones, thankful that she was not spotted listened to their conversation. She saw the old man recieving something from them. She let them walk into the house then followed.

She was amazed at what she saw. The little room was kept alive by three electric bulbs. Two on the woods above. One one the wall. There was a round centre table. Black coats hung on the wall. Fishing gears properly stocked in one angle of the square room. She slipped behind a black over coat nearest to the entrance.

‘open the lid. I kinda hate the smell of fishes. ‘ katarina said.

The old man drew his table aside, revealing a big round metal lid.

‘i’ll need help with this’ he said.

Together with Robin the lifted the heavy metal. A hollow came into view. ‘the under ground!’ Jones thought.

One after the other the glided into the hollow leaving the old man behind.

Jones walked silently behind him. She grasped his neck with her inner elbow. He meant to scream but the slender on his neck choked him.

‘you don’t have much time left. Who are they?’

‘i’m no traitor!’ he struggled to reply.

Jones heard footsteps behind. She reached for her gun. Swung him around rapidly. Her right hand gripped his throat while the other hand plunged into the air holding a pistol.

‘its me’ Frank said.

‘what took you long?’ she left no space for him to answer, she quickly added, ‘get him to speak. I’m going in’

‘no i’ll go’ he retorted.

She pushed the man in his direction.

‘you’re know how to make them confess. Keep the feat’ with that she entered the hollow opening. Gilded halfway into its tiny metal rails. The people were below. Going any further meant being detected. She hopped on top an unused power generator on the left. She saw armed guards parading the area. Three trucks, generators, red wires and other materials littered the tunnel ground.

‘…its categorised in three groups as you requested. The chemicals in in truck 1. Truck 2 are stocked with armoury and lastly, rocket artillery and everything for the missiles in truck 3’

‘impressive’ Abu said.

‘permission to move boss?’ the DHC agent said.

‘granted’ Katarina replied.

A green button was clicked. The heavy metal door ahead started opening from below. It was wide enough to accommodate two trucks.

‘intruder in 1 o’clock direction’ a guard yelled.
Jones had been detected.

In no time a gun battle ensued. Agent frank also came into the tunnel. But they were outnumbered.

Col. Kassim’s mansion.

2am

The night was cold and quiet. The only comprehensible sounds came from hums of power generating sets placed in the mansion behind the colonel’s. Both houses shared a common boundary; linked by a wild garden. Few tall trees lined the centre of the garden, clearly defining the boundary between both houses. Kassim’s side of the garden was the least guarded. It had no fence. Its trees were outgrown. Its flowers dull as a result of weeks without pruning. Ciara figured the garden was abandoned, for reasons unknown to her.

She moved to the fifth iroko in line. It was the tallest of all and last in row. Beyond it was a clear view of the colonel’s mansion. She climbed it with little effort. She mounted the pulley system of a zip line on its lowest branch. She squated on the branch, and with a projector, shot the other end of the zip line into a calculated spot on the mansion. Perfect. The zip line blended into electric lines in the mansion.

She hopped down with a soft thud. She’d monitored the mansion for six hours. The guards had swapped posts. Night guards assumed duty three hours ago. No soldier was posted to the garden. Unknown to her, trained rottweilers replaced duty of guards in the garden. The dogs began barking. Her thud had drawn their attention.

One came running towards her. She saw it too late. There was no room to shoot. No time to think. Logic took over. Pulse trigger instinct which transform to logic!

She rolled to the left. Dodged the dog’s attack by whiskers! Trained rottweilers see and sense quicker than humans. The dog changed its course. It hopped and landed on ciara. She swept under it, just before it could grip her. She plunged a dagger deep into its belly. The dog relaxed its dead weight on her. She pushed it away. She removed the dagger then with a precise deadly aim threw it at the second dog. His head split open. The dagger still stuck in it. The dog gave a cry and fell dead.

Ciara docked behind a group of flowers when she saw a silhouette approaching. The soldier saw the dead dogs. He switched off his torch. Reached for his AK47 patrol pistol.

He was about talking into his radio when he felt a thin rope on his neck. He gasped for air to no avail. Ciara let his corpse down slowly. She uncladded him. Two minutes later she was wearing his uniform and cap. She picked his gun, radio then started towards the mansion.

‘robert report situation. Over.’ a voice said in the radio. It would be suspicious if she fail to reply. More suspicious would it be if a female voice is transmitted to the other end.

She pressed a finger on her throat narrowing her voice cord.

‘clear. Over.’ she said in a new male voice.

‘copy that. Over’ a voice said.

Ciara knew exactly where she was headed. She’d studied the blueprints meticulously. She blended into other guards. Careful not to speak. Backing them as much as possible. Finally she was in the living room. It was clear in the blue print that the living room was constructed in a way that a wall separated it from a smaller room.

Must be the secret room! She scanned the large, luxurious room for awkward signs. She found one: a tall sculpture of the colonel and his family toward about the size of the door was plastered on the wall. Surprisingly the wooden frame opened inwards when she pushed it.

She stepped in and shut the door gently.

Tons of precious jewels were kept securely on cabinets. Exposed to air to save them from rusting.

Ciara walked past them with searching eyes. Hey eyes caught a safe. She grinned widely.

She tried cracking the safe. her efforts were futile because it was an old safe, designed to be opened only by the manufacturer.

She dialed Michael’s number.

‘i’ve got a safe to crack’ she said the instant he picked.

‘wonderful. What’s in it?’

‘i can’t crack it. Its the old type. Probably made in the ’80’s’ she replied.

‘connect me to live streaming’ michael said.

Ciara didn’t have much tools. She used the few she had economically.

She activated video recording in her two smart phones and placed them opposite each other. Their camera directed to the safe. She synchronized the operation. She was done in five minutes.

‘connect to sean1. You would get life streaming like a movie’ she told michael on the phone.

‘bingo’ michael replied. Two minutes later michael was could watch her live from USA.

‘its really an old bitc.h. You’ve got a hammer?’

‘yes. My stiletto heels’ ciara said.

‘good. Heat around the anvil till you get a ‘ping’ then proceed to crack.’

ciara did as instructed. The safe opened. She took some documents from it and left the secret room. Meanwhile an alarm had been raised outside. Ciara ran to the zip line. She glided down it. Soon she was back in the garden.

Her phone rang. It was from the american CIA.

‘whats latest on sean stunt’s moves?’ a male voice asked.

‘he’s digging the operation. We just found clues’

‘good. Keep a close eye on him’

… Episode 34 …

Crime investigations unit, Abuja.

6pm

It was way past working hours. Staff members of the investigation unit had closed for the day.

The unit was now deserted, yet warm. Its acute silence bestowed appealing humor to anyone that wants to concentrate on their work. Letty found this useful. She was busy with her desk with a laptop. She let out a soft yawn obviously tired but not willing to quit anytime soon. She’d informed her mum, over the phone that she wouldn’t be home early.

She had bulk of work to do. Piles of documents to fill and puzzles to solve. The young lady felt Each wasted second was a second away from her end point. She loved her job, that alone is enough to keep her wits burning.

She was clicking, reading, jotting, thinking and taking intermittent rest for the next forty-five minutes then her phone rang.

‘hey Leturah, are you still at work?’ bankole asked on the phone.

‘yes, sir. Any problem sir?’

‘no. Not at all. I’m leaving now, try to get yourself some rest asap’

‘yes sir’

‘one more thing, be sure to switch of the system when leaving’ Bankole said

‘of course’ she replied. The line went dead. She dropped her phone, about to continue with what she was doing only to be distracted again. This time, the distraction didn’t come through her phone.

‘tada!!!’ an elated voice had said.

She turned her head slightly over her shoulder smile glistened her face as she set her eyes on Nathan. They hugged loosely, briefly. He planted a peck on heq cheek then sat on her desk while she resumed her seat on a leather chair.

‘you should have passed the stress coming here. You know you should be preparing for your interview, tommorrow’ she paused for a smile. ‘you’re really gonna get it hard from me if you fail’

‘i’ve got that covered. Thats why i came to see you, you’re my goodluck charm’ Nathan said with a wink.

‘care for some coffee? Its still warm’ her fingers were already undoing the cover of a coffee flask on her desk.

‘i have something better’ Nathan said. He removed a mcdonalds french fries and two yoghurts from the white nylon he was holding.

Letty grinned. Exactly what she needed at the moment! She was famished. She’d planned going out for dinner as soon as she finished.

Thex ate in silence. Letty dwelt more on the plantain chips while nathan was concerned with his yoghurt. Few minutes later, what was left of their fast dinner were its containers. Letty excused herself to the restroom.

Nathan wondered what his girlfriend was busy with that she had to work overtime.

He drew her laptop closer his eyes swiftly perused the screen. What he saw and read triggered past memories. Painful memories!!!

He turned away from the computer his right fingers clenched tightly to his left arm. He was in a hysteria. He saw flashes of his father’s gruesome murder. A young boy knelt crying beside the dead man. That boy was him. The dead man, his father!!!

He recalled the file Mr. Robert had sent to him. Dark horse corp! They murdered his father.

Oh God why?

‘are you okay?’ Letty’s voice sprint him to reality.

‘i’m fine.’

‘now that’s not the definition of ‘fine’. You seem to have seen a ghost, a level 100 monster or something more terrifying’

Nathan breath in deeply. He wiped balls of sweat off his head.

‘its nothing.’

‘are you sure?’

‘certainly. By the way what are you working upon?’ he asked.

Letty perched on her seat as if she would slip and fall. Nathan’s not telling her the truth, she knew it. She could feel it! What is he hiding? What explanation is there to what she saw moments ago?

‘investigation history on crime syndicates in the country. I kind of find it puzzling. Groups bakassi boys and many others have been nabbed by the police, but there haven’t be any success with a particular group called the dark horses. We have no useful information at all, about the group. What strike me the most is that, this group has been existing for years’

‘you want to nab them yourself?’ Nathan asked.

‘not exactly. In light of the recent crimes perpetrated by unknown individual, DHC is a prime suspect’

Nathan heaved a deep sigh contemplating whether or not to say the words. It would be helpful both to the police and revenge the though.

‘i can help’ he said.

Letty looked at him curiously. seriously.

‘how?’

‘a couple years ago, my moon fell, the sun stopped shinning on me…” he told her about his father’s murder and the information his dad’s colleague gave him about the murderers. He left out his quest for revenge and how he went to a place nicknamed ‘crystal’ only to see normal houses rather than a terrorist hide out.

Letty nearly shed tears. She knew the man was dead, Nathan never told her he was murdered.

‘oh my god! Sorry about that’

Nathan smiled painfully.

‘about the file, are you willing to share?’

‘on the condition of confidentiality’

‘i respect that’ letty replied.

… Episode 35a …

Episode 35

The hotel

3:30pm, thursday.

The lady Gabriel abducted stood in front of a wall mirror in the bathroom. A white towel tied loosely on her body, running from her lower armpit to her upper thigh. She had another towel wounded on her head securely shielding her artificial hair.

She stared at her reflection–the face of a ruthless murderer.

Until yesterday she wouldn’t believe she could pull the trigger and kill a human being! She rose her hand to the mirror level looking awfully, trembly at her red painted finger nails. One of those fingers, the index finger had pulled the trigger. Twice.

One her kidnapper’s skul. It was the logical thing to do at that moment. Not exactly logical because the regret the guilty conscience would inevitably haunt her.

She’d closed her eyes when pulling the trigger. Knowing what would happen seconds after. Her kidnapper would be dead.

She would be free, hotel services would hear the sound and rush in but she would be gone before they did. The lady didn’t know how she’d come up with such a perfect escape plan. Maybe the quest for freedom had triggered the ideas. Escape is paramount. She can’t afford being caught. It would create a speck in her father’s reputation.

None of these happened.

The gun made split sounds like sound a nine inch nail make when hit against a metal gong. The gun was empty. No cartridge. She’d heard an unfamiliar sound in her ear. The abducter was awake! He’d struck her hard on the face!
She fell sideways on the bed.

‘ sleep sound. Don’t go startling trouble. You won’t find it funny.’ he had said.

The lady walked out of the bathroom still cladded the same way she went in albeit the difference was obvious. Her towel had been drenched a little balls of bath water dripping down her skin. She stood beside the bed in the large hotel room. She seem stranded, frustrated, confused.

There is no lotion apply, no makeups to put on. She could do away with that but wearing the same dinner gown she’d wore yesterday isn’t so pleasant.

The animal of an abductor had mentioned they were going out. She had no choice. He would kill her if she object!

‘i have a message for mr. Carrington’ a teenage girl said.

‘give me the package’ Gabriel replied. He stood at the main door to his hotel room. Half leaned on the wall his right hand stretched to the door edge which he’d half opened when the girl knocked.

The teen girl smiled rapidly. Exactly the reply she was told to expect.

‘the package?’

‘the dress. Goddamn it!’ Gabriel replied.

He is the right man! She gave him a fountain pen then a blooming boutique white black tripey tote bag.

He shut the door after the girl left. She was a boutique courier sent blindly by Ciara.

Back inside. The lady had dressed in the black dinner gown putting on a forlorn look.

‘here. This is better’ he gave her the tote bag containing a pink flowery gown, and a necklace.

Minutes later they were both ready. The lady dressed up in the new gown. Her stiletto coincidentally matched with the silver necklace. Gabriel was marvelled at her beauty he wondered what her looks would be with a proper makeup. For a moment he restrained himself from taking her lips in his. But he couldn’t stop the words.

‘thats one nice shot of beauty’

she was silent.

‘shall we?’

‘let me go! Oh Jesus christ! why are you doing this? Why do you want me? What for?’ she ranted.

‘you are still useful to me so don’t think of freedom. Yet.’

‘you’re an animal!’

gabriel smiled a little.

‘now let’s get going!’

he dragged her out of the room. They stood at the elevator base waiting impatiently for the light to turn green. It was in motion.

‘want to be free? Then you have to buy your freedom’

‘what do you want?’ she asked.

Gabriel removed a spy pen from his jean pocket. It possessed the outer features of a normal fountain pen. It had a half mm hole at its base, beside the clip end.

‘a pen? You’re not asking for a written cheque are you? Hell! You’ll get nothing from me’ the lady said with a new found boldness.

She was still speaking when the lift arrived. An old lady stepped out, leaving a young man in the elevator. They both stepped in.

Silence.

They got out of the elevator and into Gabriel’s car parked in the car lot.

‘i need you to videotape everything that happens where we’re going’

‘how i’m i supposed to do that?’

‘that’s how the pen comes in’

Gabriel showed her a brief working technique of the pen. Like normal pens its top is to be tapped, unlike normal pens, when it’s tapped the video recorder is activated. Its camera is the half mm pin hole.

‘record everything covertly without giving anyone a hint. Don’t cover my face and yours for your own good. After that return my pen and you are free’

she nodded.

Amature work is unavoidable. Gabriel knew it. He took her through brief training. Five times his face, ear or jaw appeared in the video. After 30mins shd was able to improve.

… Episode 35b …

National library, Abuja.

3:45pm

‘it’s raining in the south’ said the lady with a veil over her face.

‘come off it. Why did you call me out here?’

‘how was your trip’

‘not bad’ sean replied. Glancing his wrist watch.

‘DHC is on the hunt for sean stunts. They believe you are a prime lead. They would stop at nothing to capture you and make you reveal stunts’ identity’

‘they can try their luck. Its like s——g a door with the wrong key’

‘no. The syndicate is determined. Teams have been assigned. Strategies laid. Be careful ‘ said the lady.

Trying much to maintain the whisper kind of conversation that people use when they don’t want you to know they’re talking.

Sean had gold rimmed glasses perched on his nose, a novel held in his palm, a serious minded reader. While the lady was toying with her phone. Feigning a smart phone enthusiast who came to the library just to surf the internet.

‘what are the identities of general Dominic’s partners?’

‘ i don’t know . The general also want you! My God what happens if they unravel sean stunts identity?’ the lady replied.

Michael was silent. Weighing the impossibilities.

‘how much do they know’

‘age bracket, nationality, theft profile. That’s about it. The rest remains a mystery’

‘it always is’ sean stunts said. That’s the best information circulating intelligence communities.

Until about three years ago, nothing existed at all. Except the name; sean stunts. It was in his operation in united arab emirates that the his information leaked. He was captured and tortured so they knew what he looked like. He escaped prison a day to his execution. He was said to be rescued by Israeli agents but Israeli government denied the allegations.

His pictures spread through intelligence agencies world wide. He was declared wanted! The pictures were proven false in south korea. It was discovered that Sean stunts had been wearing a silicone mask which, in fact was the face of a dead south korean.

Back to the drawing board.

Stunts is still free out there.

Of the 7.4billion population, twenty held the secret of his sean’s real identity. The number isn’t conducive formally it was 15. The smaller the better. However, sean wasn’t perturbed. Ten of these people knew everything about his operation and are willing to take the secret to their grave.

Which leaves ten others whom he wasn’t completely sure of. Five out of them knew the whole secret the remaining five, — the group in which Gabriel, Ciara, the lady wearing veil over her face and two others fall into—know nothing beyond his facial identity.

It’s safer that way.

‘happy birthday’ sean said. ‘in advance’

The lady smiled. ‘thanks’

‘i’ll go ahead’

‘take care’

The lady saw a small red box on the spot Sean sat seconds ago. A birthday gift she thought and picked it.

Two rows to the right a man took silenced, rapid snap shot of sean walking away. He also did the same thing minutes ago, when the duo were together.

***

The car dealer warehouse.

4:55pm

The warehouse was grave silent, its surrounding street deserted. A feat maintained for years. Tender hums of car assembling machines could be heard louder than sounds of moving vehicles on the road 12 feets away. Ten armed men guarded the warehouse. Three patrolling the roof tops. Four on the ground guarding the two entrances, the remaining three were inside.

Normal setting. No one would believe the warehouse was attacked two hours ago. The guards didn’t detect it. It had been a silence, corporate, tactical attack by a buyer. The female buyer had maneuvered the dealer to his office. Out of the eyes of guards. She’d kept him at gun point. She was stalling time for Gabriel.

Gabriel got in without obstruction, the guards had been ordered by their boss, via the telephone to grant him access

‘wow!’ exclaimed jude. Clearly drooling over the fleet of foreign cars.

‘you like what you see?’

‘you have a great taste, Mr…..Robertson. I must say i love your collection’

‘i go for the best.’ Gabriel said. ‘she’s my inspiration’

he drew closer to the lady. Wound a hand on her waist drawing her closer. He pecked her left cheek.

‘too much closeup. I want everything covered’ he whispered to her.

‘is this italian?’

Gabriel turned. He saw Jude on the bonnet of a wine coloured car.

‘nah. Xiali, china’

‘are you kidding me? I bought this same model from its italian manufacturer’ Jude insisted.

‘when was that?’

‘somewhere around last year’

‘boom. There you go, the design flooded into the global market. China made its own model, same design but this baby is faster’

‘let’s go on a test ride’

‘no, no, no. I mean yes, after the deal is signed’ Gabriel replied. Time is of essence he didn’t have much of it.

To Be Continued Tomorrow… Watch Out!

  This story is an exclusive work of the author, Invincible. Any resemblance to real events and/or people is absolutely coincidental. The story is 100% fiction. No part of this may be reproduced or copied to any website without the permission of the writer. All rights reserved. Copyright © Invincible 2016. You can contact author via Email: Isaiahatabo4(at)gmail.com

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