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Episode 33

Present Day:

Sean was jolted out of his revelry by the
persistent knock on the gym door. He got up
and walked to the door to find Austin smiling
coyly behind the door.

“Good Morning sir.” Austin greeted, still
standing behind the transparent door. He held
an Ipad close to his chest while his other hand
had a small briefcase.

“Morning Austin. What is it with your smile?
Out with it.” Sean demanded, unlocking and
opening the door for him.

Austin entered.

They walked together into the gym and Sean
lay on a small bench which had weights
attached to it.

“I know how much you hate being interrupted
during your session sir, but this is really
urgent. Corporation just sent you an email.

You are supposed to respond before 10am.

You are to be present in a dinner party
organized and hosted by TDA Oil and Gas to
celebrate their 5th year annivesary.” Austin
said.

“Where is it holding?” Sean asked carrying the weights as he lay down, and pushing up and
down to his chest and then up again,
continuously.

Austin flipped through the slides on his Ipad.

“Lekki Astoria Event Center. Red carpet is at
7pm.” Austin replied.

Sean struggled to push the weight up at the
20th count. Austin dropped his Ipad and tried
to help his Boss lift the weight from his chest.

With clenched teeth and a very sq££zed face
Sean warned Austin not to help him.

Sean grudgingly but painfully managed to lift
the weight and put it in its holder. He got up
from the padded bench, breathing heavily. His
eyes watered and his biceps bulged. After
catching his breath, he looked at Austin.

“Skip the red carpet. When is the programme
kicking off?” Sean asked.

“8pm.” Austin replied.

“Any notes from Corporation?”

Austin smiled. This was the part he loved the
most. He stood up and made to perform like
he was the chief performer in an orchestra.

“Sit, Austin. And cut to the chase. I have other
things to attend to” Sean ordered.

Austin’s face fell. He obeyed his Boss and
read the Corporation’s notes for the dinner,
sitting down.

“Target is Rtd Brigadier Kehinde Braihmoh
Ibikunle. Military commander, Business Mogul
and Entrepreneur. He owns chains of
businesses and sits on the board of the
Nigerian Stock Exchange. He is the Chief Host
and is to be watched throughout the duration
of the dinner. He must be taken out before he
gets to his home. Modus Operandi is Stealth.

We will be watching you. Good luck Agent
Bravo.” Austin finished.

Sean cracked his fingers and turned his neck
both sides. He paced the gym, deep in
thought. He had been out of action for a
while. He needed the adrenalin rush. He
contemplated dropping the job. It seemed a
very easy take out. However, experience had
taught him that the easiest of missions were
always the most complicated. Little things
were usually taken for granted and there was
a tendency to flop.

He walked back to where Austin sat.

“Do you have the blueprints of the Hall?”

Sean asked.

“Yes sir. Just a minute.” Austin said.

Austin walked to the wall and flipped the
screen on his Ipad unto the cream colored
wall of the gym. He swiped and flipped the 3D
images that now appeared on the wall. Sean
stood behind him as he watche Austin bring
out the blueprint design of the event hall.

“These are the exits, here and here,” Austin
said pointing to some images on the wall and
continued
“There are three different entrances. Here, here and here. You can decide to exit through the balcony. There’s a ladder that leads from the first floor to the fire escape below. It is here,
behind the building and not readily accessible,
unless you are inside the Janitor’s room. The
hall seats 200 guests comfortably and your
seat is just by the exit door here.” Austin said,
looking at his Boss.

Sean was looking at the images now on the
wall. Something caught his attention. He was
trying to figure out what it was.

“What does this place do?” Sean asked
pointing to a small door in the 3D display on
the wall.

Austin touched the spot where the door was
on the wall and expanded it. The spot
revealed a door with VVIP written on it.

“This suite was not in the original design. I
think it was a last minute inclusion by the
owners. It serves as a getaway for anyone who
wants to have a really good time and has
what it takes financially.” Austin replied.

After thinking for a few minutes, he made his
decision.

“Accept the mission. It should be fun.” Sean
commanded.

“I took the liberty of ordering a tux sir.

Versace custom designed.” Austin finished
grinning.

“Anything Austin. Just make me look good.”

Sean replied, turning and walking towards the
door. He picked his towel and went out of the
gym.

Austin shut down the 3D presentation which
he had projected on the wall and closed the
cover of his Ipad. He was very excited. He had
not seen his Boss in action for a long time.

Tonight he was going to be Sean’s Robin.


Eva was up early the morning after her
mission, waiting for the 7am news. She had
waited up throught the night up until the very
early hours of the morning trying to get
information of the mission she just completed.

She was on every social media and popular
blog, keeping her ears on the ground for any
breaking news. The military was doing a very
good job of covering up what happened. She
threw popcorn in her mouth as the clocked
ticked. She needed to know what the media
had to say about the death of the Chief of
Army Staff and what special cover up story
they had cooked up. Finally the news came
on. As expected the news broke the
information that the Chief of Army Staff was
dead. Cause of death was tagged at Heart
Attack. She smiled. The military was doing the
exact thing she hoped they would.

She had wanted them to cover up the story.

That was her original plan. Such a scandal
would put the military at such a huge
discredit and paint them in a very bad light.

She deliberately left her gown in the hotel
room, hoping that someone would stumble on
it and try to trace it. So far the gown had not
been mentioned. That meant that someone
had found it and was probably searching for
prints and trying to trace its owner. She
giggled.

She changed the station and settled on
SonyMax. She got out her phone. She had an
e-mail. It was from Corporation .She opened
it. A box popped up asking for a password.

She paused for a while. It was a one-time
entry password. Enter the wrong password
and the email and its content would be
destroyed.

She entered her password.

The email opened and she read the contents of
the email:

“Dinner party at 7pm. Lekki Astoria Event
Center. Dress to turn heads. Details later.

Backup”
She smiled.

She stretched her legs on the long couch and
called her stylist.

Heads were going to turn.


“Park here” The Colonel instructed, pointing at a part of the busy road which had a very
conspicuous ‘NO PARKING’ sign.

“But there’s a no parking sign here uncle. I
can’t…” Ahmed started but the look his uncle
gave him made him shut up.

He obediently parked the car near the gutter
in front of the no parking sign. There were
parked besides a white one storey building. As
they alighted from the car, a gateman
approached them.

“Oga, you no fit park for here. You go carry
your car comot for here. I say you no fit park
here.” He said facing Ahmed and blocking the
entrance into the building.

“Hey you. Better mind yourself! Who you think
say you dey follow talk?” Ahmed quizzed
walking to meet the gateman. He towered
above the gateman and could easily beat him
to a pulp if the situation warranted it.

The gateman did not look intimidated.

“Oga, I no know who you be but you no go
enter this place until you comot your car for
here. You no dey read? You no see no
parking?” He was determined. He stood his
ground.

As Ahmed made to rough handle the gateman
the Colonel stopped him.

“Please we are looking for your Boss. Just go
inside and tell him that DaVinci is outside. If
he says I should go, we will leave. Please.”

The Colonel pleaded with the gateman.

The gateman eyed Ahmed a few times and left
to inform his Boss, locking the gate firmly
behind him. He came back three minutes later
looking like he just got scolded.

“Oga say make una enter.” He said very
calmly.

The Colonel entered the gate first, followed by
Ahmed who nudged the gateman with his
elbow as he passed him. They went in the
house and sat in the waiting area.

A bald man in his early 50’s came out from a
room around the corner. He wore a sweatshirt
on top of a jean shorts. He had glasses on
and smiled as he approached them.

“Da Vinci!!! It has been years. You look good.”

He said opening his arms for an embrace.

The Colonel got up and accepted the man’s
embrace.

“It is so good to see you again, Hawk Eyes.”

The Colonel said releasing himself from the
hug and continued.

“Meet my nephew, Ahmed.”

Ahmed shook the man. They all moved into
the man’s study and were treated to cups of
coffee.

“Hawk Eyes, I do not have much time. Can you
help retrieve the blueprint of Hotel Domino,
where the Chief of Army Staff was killed? I
also want the security footage from 48 hours
before he died and 12 hours after.” The
Colonel demanded.

“Right on it Vinci.” The man responded.
Two hours later, Ahmed and the Colonel were
back in their hotel going through the tapes
when they got to the part where Eva had just
hit the receptionist with the tray and was
smiling at the Cameras.

“Pause that. Right there.” He screamed at
Ahmed.

Ahmed obeyed him.

“Rewind slowly. Slowly. Wait!” He ordered.

Eva was posed for the cameras. With her lips
pouted.

“Do you know this girl, Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

“She looks very familiar. Take off her hair and
run a match with all available hair styles on
the database” The Colonel asked.

Three minutes later the computer beeped.

“MATCH FOUND”.

There was Eva’s image on the left and another very identical Eva look-alike on the right, only that she had braids on and wore a drawn eyebrow.

“She doesn’t look familiar to me. Do you know her Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

The Colonel rubbed his forehead with his
palm. He was uncomfortable.

He turned to face the window, backing Ahmed.

“I know this girl. This is Eva.”


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