An Evening With Eva

Episode 38

At the instructed time, Shina was in his home
waiting for his email. He played Solitaire on
his computer while he waited. He was yawning
when he heard the email alert sound.

He quickly opened the email, eager to see its
contents.

“Agent Shina. You are required to pick up Eva
at noon tomorrow and drop her off at a
location she would disclose to you. Thereafter,
she will give you the destination you should
head to next. That would be all. Thank you.”

Below the email content were two buttons.

REJECT. ACCEPT.

He clicked on the ACCEPT button. Seconds
after, the email vanished from his inbox. He
did not panic. He was already used to it. He
put on his jacket and went outside. He needed
a drink.

---

Ambrose was pounding away on his new chick,
her legs on his shoulders. They had taken a
lot of alcohol and were now supercharged and
over excited. The bed croaked under their
weight as they unleashed pent up desires in
pure unadulterated lust. The girl was m0an!ng
softly, urging him to go deeper and faster. He
felt himself reaching the peak. An alarm rang
somewhere in the sitting area of the house. He
looked up at the wall clock while he satisfied
himself. The alarm was to let him know that
the email had arrived. He poured his essence
into the girl and withdrew, from her.

He walked nak3d into his sitting room and
picked his tablet. He had an email. He opened
it.

“Agent Ambrose. You are to infiltrate the
presidential security detail. Your ultimate
target is to stall any move by the presidency
on his travel plans to the United Arab
Emirates. We will send you the full plans
later.”

Ambrose clicked on the ACCEPT button and
went back to the bedroom to continue his
business.

---

Bruno was making orders online from the
newest online mega store. He had bought a
new 5D Tv, a 38mega pixel camera and was
ordering for a pair of gold cufflinks when he
got the email.

He opened it.

“Agent Bruno. You have been assigned as the
Personal Assistant and guard of Agent Bravo.

You are to do whatever he tells you. He will
contact you.”

---

Tawo opened the car and got out. He sat on
the bonnet, smoking a white London. Smoking
cigarettes had a way of clearing his mind and
making him think deeply. He had discarded
the flowing Agbada he wore a few hours
earlier, now wearing a short sleeved shirt and
jean trousers on top of a pair of white
sneakers. He looked very simple and
inconspicuous. He felt uneasy.

He had received an email from Corporation
earlier asking him to be at the Mansion at
noon the next day. He was not bothered about
what the corporation had to say. He was on
his own mission and settling this vendetta
with the colonel superseded anything the
Corporation wanted him for. He was so close
to having the colonel now, he could not go
back.

For the first time since he graduated from the
Spy Academy, Tawo was nervous. He was so
close to having the Colonel in his grasp. The
Colonel had killed Francis and Marshal, very
fine agents whom he had personally recruited.
Although the death of the men did not directly
affect him, that was enough reason for him to
want a pound of flesh. The Colonel was a
threat to his intelligence and to the
Corporation. His father had promised to deal
with the situation. Three years and counting,
nothing was yet to be done.

“What has he done? What?” Tawo said to
himself, blowing smoke from his nostrils. He
hissed.

“If I had not tracked the Colonel now and even
taken drastic steps, I would not have gotten
this far. For three years, he has done nothing.

Nothing is going stop me. Nothing!” Tawo
soliloquized.

He threw the butt of the finished cigarette on
the asphalt, stepping on it.

It was dark now. He opened the back seat of
the car, got in and closed the door. He put on
the Air Conditioner and closed his eyes as the
cold air cooled his skin.

He put his arms behind his head and relaxed.

Nothing was going to go wrong.

He had barely closed his eyes for twenty
minutes when he heard a gentle tap on the
window glass. He ignored the intrusion into
his quiet time. Whoever it was would leave
when he was tired. The knocking on the glass
continued. This was beginning to get
irritating.

He opened his eyes. There was a man
standing outside the car, smiling. It was pitch
black and Tawo could not see the man’s face.

He had a feeling this was a familiar person.

He pushed a button by the door handle and
the window wound down slowly. As the glass
went in, he could not believe his eyes.

“Hello son. Warm night don’t you say?” the
man greeted.

It was his father, The General.

---

Eva was listening to music on her iphone X
when she got her own email. She clicked on it.

“Agent Eva. Agent Shina would pick you up at
noon tomorrow. You are expected to be at
Hotel Paradise at 15:00 hours. A suite on the
west wing has been prepared for you. You are
to lodge in the hotel and await further
instructions.”

Eva accepted the mission. She walked to the
bathroom and posed in front of the huge
mirror on the wall. She needed a makeover.

Going back into the sitting room, she called
her stylist.

“Afternoon jare. I need a new hairdo. Can you
be here in two hours? Thank you.” She said
and hung up.

She plugged the earphones back into her ears
and resumed listening to the music on her
phone.

---

Sean was reading the latest edition of Style
magazine. He had a bad taste when it came
to mixing colors. If not for Austin, he would
look terrible each time he was at a ball, a
dinner or any event. Now, Austin had been
redeployed and until he got another
handyman, he was on his own. He had a date
in the evening with Brenda, the pretty nurse he
met when recovering. He had not seen or
spoken to her in months. She had been in an
operation in the Northern part of the country
and just arrived in Lagos. They had quickly
arranged to meet at the movies. He frowned
as he could not make up his mind as to what
he would wear. He was still flipping the pages
of the magazine when his Ipad beep and
announced:
“Email from Corporation.”

“Message content please.” Sean said.

The Ipad recognized his voice command and
read out the message.

“Agent Bravo. Agent Shina has been
compromised. Take him out. Leave no trace.
He would be at Hotel Paradise. Arrive at noon
and wait for him. Leave no trace. When
mission is accomplished, return to the Hotel
and ask for a room key in the name of
Alexander Bashorun. It is a suite in the west
wing of the hotel. Further instructions will be
given to you later. Good luck.”

Sean was not the least surprised. His time
with the Ghosts had prepared him for
anything. He only wondered what Shina had
done to deserve death. It was not in his place
to ask questions.

He picked his ipad and accepted the mission.

Shina was a member of the Deadly Quartet.

Taking him out was not going to be an easy
job. But Sean relished the challenge. This was
the ultimate test of his capabilities.

He dropped the Ipad and climbed the stairs to
the roof of his one story duplex.

He lay on his stomach watching the flowing
water in the lagoon below him. He needed a
plan. A very good plan.

---

Tawo was shocked to the bones. How in the
world did the General get here? The General
interrupted his thoughts.

“Tawo, come. We have a little catching up to
do.” The General said, pointing to his car.

There was a black shiny BMW XIV jeep behind
him and two armed fierce looking thugs on
guard. Tawo did not argue. He came down
from his rented car, shut the door and walked
past the General heading for the car.

“Tawo, you will not be coming back here. Is
there nothing you want to take from that
thing?” The General said, pointing to the
rented car.

Tawo stopped walking and turned.

“Nothing General.” He replied angrily.

“Perhaps the white agbada you wore earlier?
What about the parcel you have with you? Are
you forgetting the treated handkerchief and
the syringe in the car?” The General called
after him.

Tawo was pissed. He was angry that his father
knew everything. He had not spoken to
anyone. He had done everything himself. The
General was denting his ego and he knew it.

There was nothing he could do now. He just
had to obey. Sometimes, you could not afford
to disobey the General, even if you are his
son.

Tawo picked every exhibit from his car, put
them in a small knapsack and sat with his
father at the back of the car. The driver
started the ignition but did not move the car.

The Air Conditioning blew mildly.

“Tawo, you are my son. However, you are also
a Super-Agent accountable to me, The
General. I will forgive this indiscretion of yours
one final time. I have been tracking the
Colonel. I know everything he has been up to. I
monitor all my Super-Agents, you inclusive. I
do not want you to do something silly like you
have already done today. Are you listening to
me?” The General barked.

“Yes sir.” Tawo replied meekly.

“Good. I intend to go into that hotel. I do not
trust you enough to go back to base and be a
good boy. And I don’t want you guarded. You
will come with me. I want no incidence. I want
no trigger happy actions from you. Understand
me?” The General warned.

“Yes sir.” Tawo replied, with his head bent. He could not afford to look at his father in the
eye.

“If you disobey me, I will kill you myself.

Follow me” The General said.

They got out of the car.

The General nodded at one of his thugs. He
understood the sign and immediately entered
the jeep with his partner and drove off.

Tawo and his father entered the hotel. There
was a middle aged man at the reception,
behind a long desk. Immediately he saw the
General he got up and saluted.

“Welcome sir!” he said.

“Easy Lukman. Are they still there?” The
General asked.

“Yes sir.” Lukman replied.

“Good. Thank you.” The General replied.

He went into the elevator with Tawo closely
behind.

“What just happened there?” Tawo asked as
the elevator passed the second floor.

“I am the General.” His father replied.