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Episode 16

Ahmed was happy to see his Uncle after quite
a while even though he was hoping it were
under ‘prettier’ circumstances. He opened the gate and tried to hug him. The Colonel backed away, shaking his head slowly. Ahmed
understood and stepped aside for his Uncle to
come in. They walked into his house making
sure that there was a wide gap between them.
He opened the door allowing his Uncle to
enter the house first. He followed soon after.

As soon as The Colonel was in the house, he
saw the white paper with the inscriptions in
blood on the two opposite walls of the sitting
room. He walked up to one of them and
smelled the ink.

“Blood. Probably from a cow or a goat” he
thought to himself.

He motioned Ahmed to come close to him. He
hugged him tightly and whispered into his
ears,
“Is there a room you hardly ever use?”
Ahmed nodded and led the way into a small
corridor. There were two rooms at the end of
the small corridor. He opened the one to his
left and flashed a torch. A rat ran across the
floor. There were a few cobwebs on the ceiling
and the room was dusty and dirty. It didn’t
look like anyone had been here in months. The
Colonel took off his disguise clothes to reveal
the sparkling white linen he had earlier worn
from home. He spread the large t-shirt he just
removed on one of the stools he found and sat
on it.

“This room is perfect.” The colonel said.

“It is so good to see you Uncle.” Ahmed said
rushing to his uncle and hugging him.

“Sometimes, I wish I lived a normal life Uncle.

Being a cop is a difficult life. I keep looking
over my shoulder. I wake up every day not
knowing which of my enemies is close to
taking me out. It freaks me out sometimes
and there is always no one to talk to.” Ahmed
said looking at his Uncle.

“Son, our profession is a dangerous one. Till
we die, we are always going to be wanted by
the bad guys. You know that. And if you say
you are scared, what should spies, double
agents and people like me say? Each day you
wake up is another opportunity you have.

Look at the bright side. You are better than
the average man on the street. Your senses
are sharper, you have strong instincts, you are
trained in hand to hand combat, martial arts,
and you have excellent skills in weaponry. You
cannot be taken down by just anybody. So
son, use this amazing skill set you have to
make a difference in the lives of the people
you have sworn to protect.” The Colonel
finished.

“Always Uncle, always.” Ahmed said.

Typical Colonel. He never misses an
opportunity to give his ‘son’ a lecture.

Ahmed was used to it now. They caught up on old times, telling each other about what has been happening in the past few years. The Colonel loved to play video games just like Ahmed.

They talked about what games they were
currently playing and the stages. The Colonel
said he just stumbled on HITMAN SUICIDE
MISSIONS. Ahmed was going to try it out.

Recently a lot had been happening around
him. He had not had time for himself let alone
video games.

“So what brings me here son? Let’s hear it.”

The colonel said.

Ahmed cleared his throat and began to narrate
the story. He started with waking up in a
hospital, and losing his memory of the past
few weeks. Doctors said he had slight amnesia
and may recall the things he could not
remember over time. He also talked about how
he found out about the death of Mercy, how
his office was burgled and the guards were
killed. The Colonel raised up a hand to stop
Ahmed.

“Your office was burgled? What was stolen?

What really happened? Describe every detail.”

He questioned Ahmed.

“I had just left the office and was about to
drive into the Estate when I got a call from
Sheila that I should come back immediately…”

Ahmed said.

“Sheila still heads the Combat Department?”
The Colonel asked, interrupting him.

“No Uncle. She is now the Head of the
NIGHANA Intelligence Operations department.”

Ahmed said
“Hmmm. Go on son.” The Colonel said.
“So I got to the office and found an
ambulance, a few coroners and Sheila. Sheila
said that there were two guards dead, a
corrupt file system on our database and a
missing hard drive. Mine. The alarm from the
disrupted servers sent a signal to the local
police and they were here in 6 minutes. They
did not see anyone as they came in. The
guards’ necks were twisted from behind.

There was no trace. There were no clues”
“Any fingerprints, hair strands, blood, bullet
casings?” The Colonel asked.

“None. The only bullet casing was from the
gun of one of the dead guards. His finger
prints are the only ones all over it.” Ahmed
finished.

The Colonel sighed. He was rubbing his
temples. Ahmed had seen this a lot of times.

Whenever he did this he was getting some
ideas and thinking seriously.

“These guys must be professionals. And they
must have been watching you. What have you
been doing on your computer during the days
before the hard drive was stolen?” The Colonel
asked
“Just monitoring Agent Mercy. Following up
on her leads, and matching finger prints. When
I got a message on my phone that she was
just buried, I rushed to the office to confirm. It
was true as her file had been deactivated. I
could not continue with it so I left the office.
Barely an hour later was the theft discovered.”

Ahmed finished.

“What agency was she infiltrating?” The
Colonel asked.

“Something about a ghost organization. She
was still a rookie in their ranks so she was not
really privy to any confidential stuff.” Ahmed
finished.

The Colonel bowed his head. He should not
have resigned. He closed his eyes. Everything
began to make sense. The stealth, the
perfection, the absence of clues. No mistakes.

That was their style. Now he understood why
Ahmed had called him. The Colonel had been
doing preliminary tracking of the Ghosts after
his time with The Marine Cartel but dropped it
after the General’s warning. He could sense
Ahmed watching him. This was too much for
Ahmed to handle. Sheila was a fool. She
should not have sent Agent Mercy in. What
was she thinking? Just because Mercy was an
excellent spy did not automatically translate
to invincibility. She still had a lot to learn
physically and psychologically. Mercy did not
have the slightest idea about the Ghosts. The
name alone said it all. They were invisible.

And only someone who could be invisible
could undertake such an infiltration. Ahmed
was a fantastic detective. The perfect cop. But
he was a terrible spy. He always allowed his
emotions get in the way. He did not know how
to mask feelings. That was the number one
criteria for a double agent.

“Are you okay Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

“I am fine son. Tell me what happened in this
house. I saw the banners.” The Colonel
replied.

Ahmed narrated how he wasn’t comfortable
that night. His instincts told him to get up but
he felt reluctant to. He was tired from a busy
day. A loud gunshot woke him and he got up
to see one of the banners on his bedroom
door. He got to the sitting room and saw
another two banners. He opened the door to
the house to find his two dogs dead. His
instincts told him he was being watched. His
doors were not tampered with. They were
opened from outside, which meant that the
criminal had access to his home. He
immediately cut the electricity to the house
and has been in darkness since. He did not
know what else to do so he called.

“I think I have an idea what is going on. But
first we need to do some work. You will get
out of the house now. Go to any mobile phone
store. Get a new phone and a new sim card,
preferably a very low tech phone. The cheapest
Nokia phone or China phone would be perfect.

Do not register the sim card. If the attendant
gives you trouble, get it somewhere else. You
would be followed right from the time you step
out of this house. I think you are being
watched. Do not take your car. Enter a
commercial bus. Do not head straight to your
destination. The nearest shop is 15 minutes
from here. Get there in one hour. Zig zag your
way across town. Come down at any random
bus stop then start walking. Turn back after 2
minutes of walking and start jogging. Look for
shops with mirrors and stand in front of them
abruptly while walking. Look behind you
through the mirror. You should see the agents
tailing you trying to catch up. Since they are
following you, it’s going to take a while to
shake them off. It is not going to be easy but
try and enjoy yourself while at it. Be sure to
have them lost before you get the items.

Repeat the same thing on your way back to
the house. The whole journey should normally
take you about 30 minutes. Make sure you use
over two hours. When you come back to the
estate there will be agents already around the
gate watching you enter. You won’t see them
but believe me they are there. Not to worry.

They don’t know where you were and what you got. You will have them guessing at where you have been. These guys hate guessing. So they would be tighter next time. But that’s not a problem, son. I know what to do.” The Colonel said.

“D–n it. Uncle, this is what I have to do
every day?” Ahmed asked.

“Yes Ahmed. This is just the beginning. If
these people are who I think they are then we
still have a lot to do.” The Colonel said
getting up.

“Who are these people Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

“Son,” The Colonel said, putting a hand on
Ahmed’s shoulder
“Just do as I say for now. You would know in
due time.” He finished.

They walked towards the door of the dirty
room. As Ahmed stepped out into the corridor,
the Colonel held him by the collar and drew
him back inside. He shut the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you son!!??” The
Colonel barked through clenched teeth.

“This is no longer your house. I am sure this
place is bugged! Until we get out all the
devices that have been planted here, you
behave as if there are land mines at every
step! You have to calculate every step, be very
alert and always be patient!!!” The Colonel
finished.

“Noted sir.” Ahmed replied. He was scared.

“Let’s go to your bedroom.” The Colonel said.

They moved to his bedroom very quickly
without saying a word. The Colonel pulled
Ahmed close and asked him for a DVD disc.

Ahmed rummaged through a drawer and found
one. He handed it to the Colonel. The Colonel
took a chair from the sitting room and stood
on it. Carefully, he placed the disk on the top
left edge of the bedroom wall and began to
scrape. He was scraping gently and moving
slowly sideways. He was almost half way when
a small cork sized object fell to the ground.

Ahmed bent to pick it.

“Don’t!” The Colonel stopped him.

The Colonel got down from the chair and bent
to examine the object. He took a pencil and
flicked the object over a few times.

“This is a very high tech digital surveillance
camera for enclosed spaced usually installed
in pairs, called ‘screw and knot’. You can
install one called the ‘bolt’ which works well,
but is not as efficient as the pair. After
installation and boot up, these devices must
never be handled with bare hands. They have
been designed to be sensitive to the touch of
the skin and would immediately inject the skin
surface with a deadly toxin that would
paralyze the handler if handled for more than
two seconds. If you had touched it, you would
have become a ‘vegetable’.” The colonel said,
turning the device around with the pencil.

“Oh my God! Who the hell are these people?”
Ahmed said putting both hands on his head.

The Colonel looked up at Ahmed from his
crouching position. He pitied the poor boy. He
had not even seen anything yet.

“Get a plier, a small plastic bag and another
DVD disc. This is a ‘screw’. The ‘knot’ should be opposite this wall, beside your bed. The Colonel climbed the bed and began scraping the wall gently with the disc in his hand. He was scraping gently and moving slowly. He was almost at the center of the wall when another object fell to the ground beside the bed, similar to the one before. Ahmed picked it up with the plier in his hand and added it to the one that fell initially.

“Now, your bedroom is clear. I have to do the
other rooms. Go and get the items I told you
to. I expect you in not less than two hours.

Let’s synchronize our watches. Stop watch
timer should be set to 2hrs and 5minutes.

One. Two. Now!” The Colonel said.

They synchronized their watches as Ahmed
got out of the house and the Colonel moved
to the sitting room with a chair in one hand
and a disc in the other.

It was home cleaning time.

After breakfast, Sophia asked Eva to wait
behind. She beckoned her to the huge 4-
seater leather sofa in the sitting area of the
big parlor. After getting drinks from the bar,
she came to Eva sitting opposite her in a
small reclining chair. Eva took the offered
glass of red wine.

“I know you must be wondering why you are
here Eva. You really want to be with your
loved ones. Your mum and your fiancé. That
has been arranged. We have huge, huge plans
for you sweetheart. Believe me, with time you
would be glad with what we want to do with
you. Meanwhile, you are seeing your mother
tonight. I am giving you an extra day to be
with her. We have made plans for Kunle to
spend three days in the country. He is coming
in tomorrow. In your own interests, utilize the
time well and do not raise suspicion. Out of
the goodness of my heart, I am going to let
you be with Kunle till he travels back. I am
usually not this nice. You will see him off to
the airport. When he has boarded, someone
will pick you from the airport. If I smell any
foul play I will kill every single person that
matters to you. Every single person.”

Sophia was talking and smiling so pleasantly
at the same time. Eva used to have a Boss
like that who was so deadly, so she knew
Sophia was not bluffing. Eva simply nodded
and gulped her drink. The threats suddenly
made her throat dry. She swallowed.

“Oh, silly me. I forgot to introduce myself. My
name is Sophia. Just call me S. Few people
do.” Sophia finished.

“When can I leave for my mum’s please?”

Eva asked meekly.

“Your escort would be ready for you at 3pm.

Be ready then.” Sophia finished
Although she did not feel comfortable around
Sophia, Eva was in love with her finesse. She
had class, and looked like a runway model.

She loved Sophia’s light use of make-up, her
beautiful way of combining colors and the way
she carried herself. She was lost in admiration
of the physical qualities of this powerful
stranger.

Sophia’s laugh brought her back to the
present.

“Do you do girls?” Sophia asked. Sophia
already knew the answer to this question.

“I used to. But I stopped since I started
working. I haven’t felt the touch of a woman
in a long time now.” Eva replied.

“Would you like to have a taste of me, Eva?”

Sophia asked batting her eyelids and giving a
sexy smile.

Her dimples went even deeper and she bit her
lower lip. Eva blushed. She did not know if it
was the alcohol or her secret admiration of
the woman before her but she felt herself
tingle down below.

“Ermm…Ermm… I really don’t know.” Eva said looking down at her glass. She was holding
the glass with two hands now, her heart
beating fast.

Sophia dropped her glass on the table beside
her and walked to where Eva sat, taking
calculated, s£nsu@l steps. She sat beside Eva,
took the glass from her hands and dropped it
on the floor. Sophia stroked Eva’s fine natural
hair with her hands, slowly and passionately.

Eva’s legs shook. Sophia bent to kiss her ear,
flicking her tongue in Eva’s ear in quick fast
succession. Eva closed her eyes and her body
shook with lust. Eva licked her lips.

Sophia held Eva’s hand in hers. Eva opened
her eyes.

“Let’s go inside. Follow me.” Sophia said


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