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    “Anyway am still not interested”. Eric said, trying to
    concentrate on his ‘karate curling’ exercise. “Activities
    like that attracts alot of publicity, and i like it quiet.
    Besides the karate for the olympics is a different style. “What’s the difference?”. Stanley asked “It is the light contact style. Ours is the full contact. A
    knock down karate. We hit to knock down or knock
    out opponents and not to score points”. Eric explained. “Oh………that explains why u were pounding the crap
    out of that wood”. Stanley said and pointed at that
    wood. “By the way how long have u been practicing?,
    seven years?”. “Twelve years” “Twelve??,….i thought u told me seven”. “That is for boxing” “Boxing?……is there any other that u are training i also
    dont know of?”. “Judo and Krav maga……..practiced both for ten years” Stanley stared at Eric with his mouth open. Then
    managed to say “Boy…..i didn’t know all that”. “There are alot of things about me that u dont know”.
    Eric said inaudibly and continue curling the weights. After almost an hour of training inbetween
    conversations with Stanley, Eric went to the locker
    room. He took off the sweat soaked training cloths
    and took a five minutes cold shower. When he was
    done, he put on his cloths and stuffed his training gear
    inside a black coloured adidas duffle bag. A few nods and goodbyes with ‘Oss’ to the other boys, Eric
    stepped out of the room and head towards the dojo
    exit door, where stanley stood waiting. “Ready to roll?”. Stanley asked “Yeah……..”. Eric began as he checked his cellphone.
    “…….hm…what is this?”. he saw a new text message in
    his phone. He checked and saw it was a bank alert.
    Some amount of money had being transferred to his
    account.

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    “What is it?”. Stanley asked as he tried to sneak a peak
    at Eric’s phone. “These guys are really serious”. Eric murmured
    thoughtfully as he stared at the amount of money he
    received. “Which peope?, what are u talking about?. Stanley
    asked impatiently. “None of your business”. Eric replied, putting his phone
    away when he saw how inquisitive stanley was. “You
    pay for the taxi rider”. he then said to stanley Stanley protested as both of them exit the building and
    head towards the main street.

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    [ CHAPTER TWO ]

    Esther Uzo was sitting at the dining table with a cup of
    coffee in front of her. She stared into space as she
    held the white ceramic cup of the drink that was
    getting colder. Eric isn’t home yet and she hasn’t
    called to know when he will be coming. And neither is
    she thinking of what to prepare for dinner. She just sat and seemed lost in thoughts. She came back home almost three hours ago after
    meeting a regal looking woman who gave her name
    as Nina. Esther first met her during Eric’s karate
    tournament which was about two months ago. Esther
    saw her congratulating him after his final contest and
    they exchanged pleasantries. Nina was so eager to have her number which she gave her because she
    seemed very nice, especially to Eric whom she
    constantly cheered up because he took the second
    position after losing the final contest. She promised to
    be in touch but never did until today. Esther sighed and shift her weight on the seat,
    clasping the cup of coffee she is yet to drink with both
    hands. The creaking sound of the chair, as she moved
    her body is the only audible sound in the quiet
    apartment. “Stick to the plan or risk losing him”, was Nina’s last
    words before she left her in the cafe they met. Nina refused to give her the full details of whatever
    ‘sick’ plan she had made except saying that wanted
    Eric to do ‘something’ for her. What baffled her most,
    apart from Nina’s phone call demanding to see her,
    was what she was told to do. She was asked to take a
    paid vacation. To be frank, she had longed for it for a long time. A dream vacation after years and years of
    hard work. And the money Nina had offered was
    good with assurances of no harm to Eric. But Nina’s refusal to give her the full details of the plan
    or the ‘something’ was the deal breaker even though
    she was yet to agree to it. Nothing is worth putting the
    safety of her son at risk. Not even an all expenses
    paid one month vacation to any place of her choice,
    her remaining mortgage paid in full and the equivalence of her six months salary deposited in her
    bank account. Seeing that she wont ‘play ball’, Nina then brought out
    a file her chauffeur had been carrying in a brief case
    and placed it in front of her. Nina then apologized to
    her for reopening old wounds as she went through it.
    It contained documents about her past and other
    documents that could make her lose what she treasured most in her life. Her son. Nina then got up and motioned the chauffuer to the
    car and told her that last sinister words before
    leaving. Esther sighed again. She glanced at the clock on the
    wall and stood up, taking the coffee cup with her. She
    emptied it’s content in the kitchen sink and left it
    there. Then she moved to the living room and sat
    heavily on the brown english sofa, resting her head on
    it’s back cushion wirh her eyes closed. She remained like that for some seconds and then opened it. She
    stared at the at the medium sized family portrait
    hanging on the wall, away from the mounted flat
    panel t.v facing her. The picture that was recently
    taken, had her, with a dark background, seated with
    her legs crossed and her folded hands on her laps. Eric stood slightly to the right behind her with one hand on
    her shoulder. Both of them wore all black outfit and
    gave their best smile for the photoshoot. Esther stared at the portrait and wondered how it
    would have looked like if some certain past events
    never happened. She wondered how many faces that
    would have being there if Ernest had listened to her.
    Maybe if she had tried harder to prevent him from
    playing hero, he would probably be in the picture with her in his arms and surrounded by the number of
    children they would have had. And Eric might not be
    here. – FLASH! – TIME : 10:50PM ………19 Years ago. “Excuse me young lady” The pretty looking nurse in her crisp white overall
    uniform pretend not to have heard the call as she
    stood in front of a storage cabinet filled with labelled
    vaccine and hospital bottles. She readjusted the white
    bonnet worn on her braided hair after she was done
    applying her red lipstick with a small hand mirror. “Hello miss”. She slowly looked over her shoulder and saw the man
    leaning against the entry door post of the storage
    room. He is about 27, quite tall and handsome. “Yes can i help u?”, she asked “Am looking for a beautiful nurse that works here. She
    stole my heart”. “Oh really?, and who is this nurse u are talking
    about…..whats her name?. “I dont know”, the man said as he walked towards
    her slowly. “All i know is her beauty radiates like the
    morning sunshine”. “Hm……..really?, she began as she opened the cabinet
    to take a bottle. “Well i dont think i can help u if u dont
    know her name”. she continued. “Of course u can”, the man whispered in her ear and
    gently wrapped his strong arms around her waist. “Excuse me…….”, the young lady protested playfully.
    “Do u think u can just hold me without my
    permission?” “Yes i can and anytime” “Then…….”, she turned and faced him. “U better give
    me a kiss”. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed
    passionately for about half a minute. Then they looked
    into each other’s eyes and smiled. “What am i gonna do without u”, the man said to her
    and pecked her on the cheek. The nurse let go slowly and straightened the collar of
    the light blue scrubs the man wore and sighed with a
    worried look on her face. “What is the matter?”, he asked after seeing her facial
    expression. “Ernest, aren’t u overworking yourself?”, she asked
    and took out two vials of morphine injection from the
    cabinet. “U have been working all day. Can’t they get
    another surgeon to perform this surgery?, u really
    need some rest”. “Esther u know how it is with this occupation.
    Sometimes it could be crazy hectic. This is an
    emergency and the other surgeon is out of town”, he
    said. “So what is it this time?”. “A female patient, probably in her late teen…….”, the
    surgeon began as he took one of the vials from the
    nurse hand and read it’s label. “…….checked herself in
    last week, heavily pregnant and quite sick. She was
    diagnosed with fetal distress and had to undergo a
    caesarean section to give birth. She had twins. One was healthy while the other had complications here
    and there. And had to be placed in the intensive care
    unit”, he handed the vial back to the nurse. “The
    condition of the baby in the I.C.U seems to be getting
    worse so the doctors decided that an emergency
    surgery had to be carried out”. “So will the baby make it after the surgery?”, the
    nurse asked with indifference. “That’s the point. It has like 30 percent chance of
    survival”. “What about the mother?” “Still in a coma. She is yet to see her babies. It wont be
    good for her to wake up and hear that one of them
    didn’t make it”, the surgeon sighed “What about her relatives, husband or perhaps
    boyfriend”, the nurse asked “None have visited her”. – FLASH! – TIME : 2:15 AM. The surgeon walked into the coffee room wearily with
    a paper cup in his hand and sat heavily on one of the
    empty chairs. He was visibly exhausted as he placed
    the cup on the table in front of him and sighed. A few
    nurses and E.M.T workers on night duty were on
    separate tables and discussing among themselves in a low tone. “How did it go?”. The surgeon looked over his shoulder and saw the
    nurse standing behind him and holding a file. He
    wondered how she got to the coffee room that fast. “It went smoothly”, he answered rather weakly with
    a faint smile. “That baby is one hell of a fighter. The
    complications was much more bigger than what was
    thought but it kept holding on to life”. “Aw…….the hospital have a new hero”, the nurse said
    nonchalantly. The surgeon didn’t like her tone. “It’s like u dont care
    what happens to the baby?”, he asked. “No its not that i don’t care. Honey look at u. U know
    very well what alot of stress can do to the body”. Then she sat on the chair next to him and placed her
    hands over his. “Honey u know our wedding is in two weeks time.
    Maybe it is the reason why i worry so much about u”,
    she said with a concerned voice. – FLASH – TIME : 4:23 AM The nurse opened her eyes and saw herself looking at
    the hospital ceiling as the florescent lights flashed by.
    The surgeon was staring down at her and saying
    something as he and another man, probably an E.M.T
    worker pushed the stretcher trolley she was lying on.
    His mouth kept moving but the uncomfortable ringing sound in her ear made it impossible to hear what he
    was saying. The warm sensation on her forehead
    made her to reach out and touch. She did so and saw
    blood on her fingertips. The ringing sound was now fading away and being
    replaced by the screams and sounds of chaos. The
    nurse tried to sit up but was prevented by the surgeon
    whose voice she can hear clearly now. “Esther are u okay?”, he asked. He was frantic with
    fear. “What happened?”, she asked as she looked at the
    blood on her fingers and also saw more on her white
    overall. “I don’t know…….some kind of explosion…….”, the
    surgeon replied as he and the other man wheeled the
    stretcher to the next corridor leading to the exit door
    of the building. “…….the hospital is on fire. We have to
    get u the hell out of here!”. The nurse looked around and saw the place was in
    total chaos. The nurses were trying their best to
    control the crowd of patients from all the hospital
    wards. The elderly were being wheeled out or carried
    by the male E.M.T staffs. “Please u take her out of here. There is something that
    i have to do”, the surgeon told the other man who
    nodded and took control of the trolley. Sensing what he was about to do, the nurse grabbed
    his scrubs that had gotten dirty. “Where are u going?”,
    she demanded. “I have to go get……..”, he began but the nurse cut him
    short by telling him not to go. But he managed to
    breakaway from her grip and forced his way through
    the incoming crowd. The nurse kept screaming his
    name as he disappeared. – FLASH! – “Mom…….mom!”. Esther flinched on hearing the call and saw her son,
    Eric, standing near the refrigerator with a bottle of
    water in his hand

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    Continuation.

    “Oh…..Eric”, she began, pretending to be looking for
    something. “When did u come home?”, she asked. “I just did”, Eric replied, curiously staring at his mother.
    “U seem lost in thoughts when i came in. I hope
    everything is ok”. “Everything is okay”. Esther placed one of the sofa
    pillow on her laps and rest her elbows on it. She
    smiled at Eric on seeing that he wasn’t convinced by
    her response. Eric shrugged and drank some water directly from the
    bottle. “I told u several times not to drink from the bottle. Use
    a cup Eric!”, Esther said firmly. “Mom, i don’t see anything wrong with drinking from
    the bottle or any health issue”, Eric protested as he put
    the bottle back inside the refrigerator. “Of course there is. Premature aging” “How?”. “Do u want to have those deep wrinkles u see on old
    women’s lips?”. Eric paused and licked his upper lip with the tip of his
    tongue. “I think u are being too dramatic”, he said and
    rubbed it with his index finger. “Anyway, this is my house so u have to abide by my
    rules”, Esther stated. “Ok boss mom”, Eric teased with a smile and sat next
    to his mother. She felt his weight drop on the sofa and
    knew he might have gained some weight. “So how was ur workout?”, she asked as she
    removed a loose thread from his shirt. “Hm…….”, Eric began as he checked his android phone.
    “……..free training day so nothing eventful”, he said “What about your master?, Mr Jason”. “Not yet back from his trip”. “When will he be back?”. Eric pursed his lips and shook his head. “I don’t know,
    he didn’t say”, he replied, still busy with his phone. “So how did it go with dave?, did u guys have fun?, he
    asked his mother. “Dave?”, Esther didn’t know what her son meant. “Yeah, u missed him so much that u just couldn’t wait
    to wake me up and tell me that u were going out to
    see him”, Eric said. “Oh…….i wasn’t meeting David”, Esther said, almost
    laughing “Who then” “Nina……do u remember her?. “Nina?”, Eric murmured thoughtfully with a furrowed
    eyebrow. “Oh that woman we met during the
    competition”. “Yes”. “I see……and what was the reason for meeting her?” “Nothing important”, Esther sighed and looked away.
    “She just wanted to see because she had promised to
    do so”, she lied. “Hm. That woman is kind of weird though”, Eric
    murmured, still busy with his phone. “How?”, Esther asked with a little bit of eagerness in
    her voice. “Well…….after the competition, she had this strange
    look on her face…….i mean like…..someone who just
    found what she had been looking for”, Eric said as he
    stopped what he was doing with a thoughtful look on
    his face. “And that hug she gave me. It was so tight
    that i began to wonder what was going on. People dont hug strangers like that. She got quite strong arms
    for a lady”, he glance at his mother and continue what
    he was doing. Esther said nothing. With her elbows on the pillow on
    her laps and her small hands folded under her chin,
    she stared at Eric thoughtfully. Eric didn’t seem to
    notice because he was focused on the bright screen of
    his smart device. This went on for quite a while. “Mom u are acting quite strange today”, Eric said
    without looking at his mother. He knew she was
    gazing at him. “Did anything happen between u and
    this Nina?”, he asked. “There is nothing strange about me today and nothing
    happened between me and Nina”, Esther replied,
    trying her best so sound positive. “Well explain the blank stare u had when i stepped in
    the living room and u gazing at me like there is
    something wrong somewhere”, Eric demanded and
    looked at his mother. Something is definitely wrong
    and he could sense it. And he disliked the fact that his
    mother is trying to convince him that everything is okay. Leaning towards Eric, Esther took his phone from his
    hand and rest her head on his broad shoulder. “I was
    thinking about my son, or is there any problem for a
    mother to do that?”, she asked. Then she looked at
    him. “Are u hungry?”, she asked again, trying to
    change the topic. “Starving”, Eric replied. “Let’s go out and eat. Which restaurant is your
    favourite place?” “Really?!…….mom u want us to have dinner at my
    favourite restaurant?”, Eric’s face lit up with a smile. Esther nodded and smiling too. “Infact i want us to do
    something interesting today. After dinner we go to the
    pub”, she added. Eric’s smile fades away “Go to the pub?.” “Yes”. “And do what?”. “Do what people do in the pub and i can use a few
    glasses of martini”. Esther had alot on her mind and
    wanted a little boost in her system to calm her nerves. “Mom, alot of things do happen in the pub and half of
    them are not good”, Eric reminded her “I know and we will be doing the good half”, his
    mother said. “So u really want us to go to pub?” “Yes……am i too old and wrinkly to go there with u?”,
    Esther asked. “U don’t want to go to the pub with your
    ‘old woman’?”. “No i just want to hear u right”, Eric replied. “And u
    can’t be an old woman when most of my friends ask
    me if u were my sister”. Esther laughed at what Eric just said. But she wasn’t
    surprised at all. Most of the people she had met still
    dont believe she is forty-three. Even David. At that
    age, she still have those beauty that defined her
    during her youth. Small frame with curves at the right
    places. Her behind still look firm like that of a girl in her early 20’s and face that men describe as rare
    beauty with lips that every man would want to kiss if
    given the slightest chance. “Okay then……..”, Eric began as he got up to go change
    his cloths. “I think am gonna have scotch and later on
    some hard stuff”. “No….no…..no”, Esther protested, gesturing her index
    finger at him. “U may have reached the legal age limit
    to drink but u are having only light beer”. “We might decide to escalate things mom”. “No there is no escalations and please don’t dress like
    a thug”

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    CHAPTER THREE

    – THREE WEEKS AGO –

    Alex made his way through the empty hallway with
    hands in his pockets. He wore a blank look on face as
    he silently walked on the shiny polished floor of the
    bright florescent lit place that had a long row of metal
    lockers on both sides. A janitor is at the far end
    working with a mop. In his brown overall khaki, the old man, probably in his 50’s was too busy working
    the mop to and fro to notice the lone student
    approaching him. It’s about two hours ago the school closing bell rang.
    Apart from Alex, the last student left about thirty
    minutes ago. He knew that soon the janitors will be
    checking the entire classrooms after cleaning for the
    final inspections before locking up. But it didn’t bother
    him. Neither did it bother him that the family chauffeur had left with his younger sisters and brother after
    waiting for him for almost an hour. He had told them
    to go without him after one of his sisters called and
    demanded angrily when he was going to ‘bring his
    butt’ to the waiting car. The janitor paused to stretch his back and saw Alex.
    He stopped what he was doing and stared at him with
    a scowl. But that was all he could do because he didn’t
    know which rich family the student is from, just like
    most of the other students. And his years of working
    in a school full of rude kids from wealthy families had taught him to always report anything unusual to the
    school authorities rather than trying to sort it out
    himself. Though he preferred to ignore them in most
    cases. “Are you not going home?”, he asked Alex with a
    grating voice as he glared at the good looking young
    man towering over him. The opposite of his own
    looks. Alex didn’t answer the question. He just ignored the
    bitter looking old man and head towards the exit door
    leading to the stairways silently. “Rude kids”, the janitor mutter, shaking his head as he
    continue with his floor mopping. Alex gently closed the rooftop access door and looked
    around the rooftop cautiously. Seeing nothing but a
    wide empty space with a tar and gravel floor, he
    quietly went to the ledge of the building. The fairly
    bright sun was behind him. And he could feel the cool
    afternoon wind blowing against his face as he took off his school jacket and dropped it on the floor. He stared down from the top of the four storey
    building and saw no activity going on below. Then he
    looked around. His position gave him a good view of
    the entire school compound with it’s classrooms and
    other building block, the playing field with it’s neatly
    trimmed grass turf and the school parking lot. Farther away from the hedges at the school main entrance
    gate is the main road with cars zooming by. After several minutes of staring at the scenery before
    him with his hands resting on the waist-high ledge,
    Alex gently loosen his black and grey stripe neck tie
    that indicated he is a final year senior student in the
    school. Then he raised one foot on the ledge and with
    little effort, he heaved himself on top of the one foot wide barrier and stood on it. He looked down and saw
    that he is just a step away from certain death. A step
    away from ending it all. And getting away from his
    family, the school and classmates. Before he did that,
    he closed his eyes and counted down. Tears tickled
    down his cheek as he did so.

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    CHAPTER FOUR.

    Eric felt the chilly weather as he filed out from the bus
    with the other passengers. He wore only a plain white
    T-shirt with a singlet underneath and the seven hours
    smooth ride in the bus that was comfortably warm
    made him feel quite cold on stepping out of the bus.
    Earlier he had checked the weather conditions of his destination and brought a sweater and a jacket to
    keep himself warm. But he will have to get his bag
    from the trunk of the luxury bus in order to do so. While bearing the weather and waiting with the other
    passengers for the bus conductor to open the bus
    trunk, Eric casually looked around the bus station and
    the activities going on in the place. There are quite alot
    of people and movements going on around the place.
    The large crescent shaped station building has a large ‘EAST-HILL BUS STATION’ sign overhead the entrance.
    Buses, both big and mini, arriving or preparing to go to
    their various destinations. Passengers, station
    workers, hawkers and some people of shady
    characters hanging around the place or struggling
    with their luggages. Federal capital state, Eric thought to himself as he took
    a deep breath of the cool air. He had seen the
    welcome sign about thirty minutes ago when the bus
    was still on the freeway. Federal capital state is the
    nation’s capital and it’s Easthill city being the largest
    city in the country. The second largest being Metro city of South Delta, where Eric lived. There are more
    buildings and high rises compared to Metro city. The
    air smelt different, the people seem less friendly and
    the weather quite colder. Soon the trunk was opened and all the passengers left
    carrying or dragging their bags and luggages with
    them. Eric slide his phone in his pocket and walked
    briskly Towards the taxi park after exiting the bus
    station building. He just finished making a phone call
    to a guy called Mr Benson who gave him the address and direction of the place they were to meet. Eric still can’t believe how it all went so fast. Two
    weeks ago he got an email from a movie production
    company wanting him to perform some stunts for
    their upcoming movie. They told him that they had
    reviewed some of the videos of his fights at the
    karate tournament and decided he was the right guy for the movie. He had told them of his interest but lacked the funds
    for the expenses because he was told it will be a four
    day movie shoot. He let them know about his situation
    and the company immediately deposited thirty
    percent of the money he will be paid into his account
    and also informed him that even if the movie shoot didn’t go as planned, they will forgo the money
    already paid to him. It was a considerable amount of
    money. Not being sure of how his mother will react, he broke
    down the news of his new job to her. And got
    surprised by her attitude and response. She always
    had reservations on where ever he wanted to go or
    whatever he wanted to do. But this time she gave him
    the go ahead, telling him it was time for him to start exploring and knowing what is out there for him. “Young man, where are you going?. Eric saw the cheerful looking man in his mid forties
    standing near a clean taxi. “Am going to this location”, Eric responded and gave
    the taxi driver a piece of paper with an address
    scribbbled on it. “Hm…….”, the driver studied the address written on
    the paper with his glasses and then handed it back to
    Eric. “Okay…….what about your bag?”, he asked and
    pointed at the duffle bag slung over Eric’s shoulder.
    “Do you want it in the trunk?”. “No i will just keep it with me at the back seat”, Eric
    replied. “Okay then……hop in let’s go”.
    TBC

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    Eric stared out of the window of the back seat as the
    taxi cruised smoothly through the busy street and
    making some brief stops at the traffic light. He
    observed some of the activities his eyes were able to
    capture and took note of some buildings and
    landmarks. This was his third time coming to Easthill. The first time
    he was just five years old and ten years on his
    second. On both occasions he came with his mother to
    visit his father’s grave for the fifth and tenth
    anniversary of his death. This time he is alone and the
    city is much more different from how he saw it eight years ago. “You seem new to this city”, the driver said to Eric
    after glancing at him several times through the
    rearview mirror. “Oh me?, well……kind of”, Eric replied. “So which part of the country do you reside?”. “Metro city in South Delta” “Hm…….Metro city. You are from the sunny city”, the
    driver said with a smile. “Welcome to Easthill, the
    hustle city……you can see the people getting lost in the
    epidemic of the hustle”, the man gestured outside the
    taxi. “Definitely sir”, Eric said and glanced at the bustling
    crowd. The driver laughed as he worked the steering wheel
    and made a right turn. “So what brings you here”, he asked. “Visiting a
    relative, education or joining the army of young
    people trying to make something for themselves?”. “It is private sir”, Eric answered and took out a
    pamphlet that has the map of the city from his back
    pocket. “Okay”, the driver murmured. Then silence settled between them. Eric flipped the
    pages of the pamphlet as he studied the map and
    circled some points with the pen he had with him. Out
    of the corner of his eyes he could see the driver
    steady glances at him through the rearview mirror.

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    “I think i have seen you somewhere”, the driver
    began as Eric was about to say something to him. “Who?…..me?”, Eric asked. “Yeah i think i have….. but cannot remember where”,
    the driver said thoughtfully. “On t.v or perhaps the
    newspaper”. “Internet?”. “No i don’t even know how to use that”. “Well unless if u are living next door to me in Metro
    city.” “I think missing person”, the driver said thoughtfully
    again. “Um…….sir, when are we going to arrive at my
    destination?, Eric asked impatiently. “Almost there”, the driver said and pointed at the next
    block ahead. The taxi slowly grinds to a halt near a back street
    adjacent to the main street. The driver heaved a sigh
    and looked at Eric. “That is Cole street”, he said and pointed at the one-
    way back street that was just wide enough to park a
    car on one side. “Further down the street like a
    hundred metres from here, u will see the Hilton
    motel”. Then he looked at the street. “Am sorry i cant
    drive u in there because it will be quite difficult turning the car around”, he apologized. Eric looked at the map he held, then to the street and
    back to the map. He scanned the buildings around the
    area and looked at the map again. “Are u sure this is the place?”. He asked. “Sure……there is only one Cole street that have a Hilton
    motel in this city”, the driver answered. Eric dipped his hand in his back pocket and pulled out
    his wallet. “Thanks”, the driver said with a smile and handed Eric
    his change. “Take care my boy, this city is full of
    surprises sometimes. So be on guard and watch your
    back” “I will remember that sir”, Eric said and got out of the
    car. The driver waved and drove off. Eric slightly pull up
    the left sleeve of his sweater to check his wrist watch
    and saw it was 4 pm to the dot. With the duffle bag
    slung over his right shoulder, he started walking
    down the street. As he did so, he glanced around the
    seemingly seedy area that looks empty and quite dirty with filths lying here and there. He passed an
    overflowing large trash can surrounded with trash
    bags. Some where torn open with their contents
    spilled out. Eric read the neon signs of the buildings that were
    mostly four or five floors. They indicated what they
    housed. Billiard rooms, internet cafe, bathhouse and a
    rundown bar. One building is a motel and of low class.
    It wasn’t the Hilton motel. Near the entrance stood a
    girl in her early twenties. She wore a short blouse and a mini-skirt that is very revealing. Her make up looked
    severe and she wore an unusually big circle shaped
    earrings that made Eric wonder if anyone have ever
    mistaken it for a bus handle. She was chewing and
    popping gum noisily as her fingers worked her cell
    phone with a scowl on her face. She paused and looked at Eric who walked by and continue what she
    was doing. Eric wasn’t in anyway focused on her. But
    on the two guys who seem to be following him. Eric had earlier walked past a mini convenience store
    and both men stepped out of the place and followed at
    a steady pace. He had sized up both men with a
    casual glance. One was a bit chubby, bald shaved and
    average in height. The other was above average in
    height and below in weight. He suspected their movement and his suspicions was confirmed when he
    increased his pace and they followed suit. And also
    did the same when he decreased it. He wondered who they might be. Thieves?, muggers?,
    kidnappers?……….organ harvesters?. Eric smirked at
    the thoughts of having the wrong luck of being
    attacked and having his organs harvested. Even the
    thought of adding the word ‘harvest’ to organ made it
    feel like a very awkward situation that no man ever wishes to encounter. Perhaps he is being too suspicious, Eric thought to
    himself. Maybe it was because he is new in town,
    walking in an almost empty seedy looking street with
    two seemingly shady characters behind him. Well, he
    is almost near the Hilton motel as he could see the
    building with the sign. So he will just get into the lobby and call Mr Benson. As Eric approached the building, the driver door of a
    black Honda accord sedan parked near the motel
    opened and a smallish looking guy wearing a black
    leather jacket got out. He started walking towards Eric
    with his gaze fixed on him. He looked determined. “Okay……..something is about happen”, Eric thought to
    himself. He was beginning to feel the adrenaline rush.
    But he remained calm and composed. And making his
    calculations. He had a pair of shoes, a few cloths and briefs in the
    duffle bag with some thick, hard cover books neatly
    packed at the bottom. Eric felt the weight of the bag
    with his shoulder and decided it was good enough. The chubby guy behind him is at his left and his
    partner at the right. The bag on his right shoulder is
    exactly where he wants it to be. As the guy in leather jacket got closer, he dipped his
    hand in the right pocket of his jacket. Then the two
    guys behind Eric increased their pace, almost running
    towards him. Eric calmly let his bag slide from his
    shoulder down to his arm. He could now hear their
    breath sound and tightened his grip on the bag strap ****************************************** TO BE CONTINUED

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