November 1, 2016 at 5:57 pm #878812
a short fiction [\b]
The time was 4:15pm. The sun was still up, not directly overhead. It was fast returning to its abode, a sign which anyone could easily interprete as a time to bring to a halt the activities of the day. This however, wasn’t the case at the governor’s villa. The fleet of SUVs, power bikes and some siren carrying vehicles arranged in order of hierarchy was a testament to this fact. It was obvious the governor was going out. Vehicular noise took over the air
as the first batch of escort drove out.
Governor Pete elliott, a dark complexioned man started towards the waiting vehicles he was dressed in a green flowing ‘agbada’
a local attire which did little to reveal his
bulging belly. Governor pete Elliott in
company of his wife stepped into the SUV
meant for them. the vehicles began slow
movement out of the villa.
80miles east of the villa. A man let down a
telescope from his view point. He was on
the highest floor in a hotel room. his
window was directly opposite the
governor’s villa. That was exactly why he
chose this particular room. He’d watched
the governor leave. he glanced his wrist
watch then picked a phone from the desk.
He dailed a four digit number
“5:16pm. the governor just left”
there was no response as usual. He hung up. He had done his job. In the moment that followed his phone buzzed. It was a bank alert huge sum of money was transferred to his account. He just did a job for someone he met on the internet. He shouldn’t be doing this but he needed the money. He was ex-military and hadn’t got a job after being booted out.
The state was on what you would rather literarily call a heat period. Its a week to the governorship election.
campaigns were at their peak especially amongst the largest opposition parties. Awkward enough is the fact that candidates from these opposing parties have tasted the seat of power. One was the incumbent governor, pete Elliott who was vying for second term. His strongest opposition was Hon Olundare, an ex-governor, former senator and a current aspirant. more recently there had been speculations of secret killings and clashes between supporters of these candidates.
In all of these, LETHAL a shadowy group of assassins remained neutral. They were strictly on business and set to kill for whoever met their conditions. If the contract is good, they swing to action and then you consider the job done. That was how good they were.
Recently a top government official from the opposition party hired them for a job: to eliminate gov Pete Elliott [\b]November 1, 2016 at 5:58 pm #878813Etz FroshberryMember
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Nice story. Against all the close markings, they weren’t able to kill Pete Elliot. I believe he’ll be the one to emerge as the victor in the forthcoming elections.November 1, 2016 at 6:00 pm #878815
Governor Pete knew from experience that it wasn’t wise to move about in this electioneering period. However this wasn’t an occasion he should miss. It was the 75th birthday of the Ooni of Ife. he was personally invited by the traditional ruler. Pete felt it was a good opportunity to harness votes from the people of Ife. He recalled vividly the poor votes pulled from this particular area in the election that brought him to power. He was so determined to win their hearts this time. Speaking of security, the governor felt save with the degree of security waxed around him.
In no distant time g arrived M&T events center. A famed center for occasions and events in ile-ife. this was where the Ooni chose to celebrate.
“your entrance permit, please” a uniformed man repeated the same words he’d used on every car that entered the events center within the last 35minutes. the only diference was the use of ‘ma’ or a ‘sir’ when required . This time his request was directed to a young couple. The man at the driver’s seat, supposedly the husband took out a green card from his br.east pocket flashing it at the other man who’s nod was in the affirmative. Frank drove off to the car lot he stole a glance at his “wife”, vivian. They both smiled. There were lethal agents[\b]
Vivian turned on the car light. she clicked a button on the facet below the dashboard. she took out what she needed and closed it back by pressing the same button she pressed earlier.
She’d picked a pair of earring which doubled as communication chips, a ring serving same purpose and a tracking device. Frank watched her exit the car lot before stepping out
Vivian was dressed in a blood red gown whose length was a little below her knees, on the top the gown was sleeved and round-necked, completely encasing her cleavage.
This was exactly the dress code for the waitresses at M&T. She headed for the kitchen. It was two pavements to the east of the hall where the event was being held. she could her sounds of meriment as she walked down the pavement .
The kitchen door opened slightly. Vivian walked in. slowly. the movements of her eyes were faster than her legs. In few seconds she had gotten a full view of the kitchen . The chefs and kitchen attendants barely noticed her presence until when she made clanging sounds while removing a tray from its stock.
a few attentions were diverted to her. she smiled wyry, luring them away.
“more cocktails are needed” she said to the man she thought was the bartender.
” those trays aren’t meant for cocktails” replaid the man.
The celebration was going smoothly. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Vivian noticed it was the “moment of brief entertainment” so they called it. If the order of program was anything to go by, then cutting of cake was next on the list. She went about the hall with the demeanour of a waitress holding a tray of cocktails.
” care for some cocktails, ma’am?”
she asked the Ooni’s daughter and her friends.
” is it flavoured?”
one of the girls asked.
“yes ma’am. vanilla flavoured.”
“i’d prefer apple but…..” the lady speaking paused to take a glass off the tray.
Her friends followed suit including the Ooni’s daughter. Vivian was careful enough to guide the Ooni’s daughter in taking the one she wanted her to.
Vivian glanced her watch after she left them. The time was 06:57:03 she was late 3 seconds late. It wasn’t allowed.
she spoke into her ring “done” and then exited the hall
What vivian didn’t know was that she was being watched.
Five minutes after she tasted the cocktail, she felt a familiar churn in her abdomen. she knew holding it meant embarassing herself because the nauseating feeling was unbearable. Adeola, the ooni’s daughter excused herself without letting her friends know what was happening to her. Her drink was tipped with an emetic, a drug that causes its victims to vomit.
Mike was one of the of the four special agents from DSS assigned to protect the governor. He sat in the southern half of the hall, two ladies whom he met today were with him on the table. He was having fun with them while doing his surveillance work. It was a blend he enjoy so wellNovember 1, 2016 at 6:01 pm #878816
two of his colleagues were on his 4 & 10 O’clock respectively while one was outside that way they kept tabs on the happenings around. mike just cracked a joke and the ladied were laughing. He tilted his head sideways whispering into the collar of his suit.
“check on the Ooni’s daughter. she just went out, towards the ladies ”
a voice replied.
mike had seen the waitress that served the ladies. He knew that face somewhere. he could swear he do. But how? where? and when were the endless questions that tormented him.
Mike was suffering memory loss.
he had been in this condition for six months.
something told him the lady was more than a waitress. he could feel it. she was a part if his dreaded past. a life he lived but can’t recall.
Two minutes later. Its now time for the cutting of cake. The celebrant’s family was called upon. Mike looked around searchingly. It wasn’t long before he saw what he was looking for—–Adeola—he heaved a sigh
False alarm. he thought admittedly.
he said into his collar. there was no reply.
Vivian walked together with the Ooni’s family to the stage where the towering cake was. The make up powder she used made her appear exactly as the real adeola. She also wore the same dress as the real girl.
The ooni’s family took several pictures with the cake in company of their friends and family. Of course the governor joined in two of the pics which gave vivian’s opportunity to slip a tracking device on the gov. wrist. It was a magnetic track device.
Meanwhile a fist fight was going on in the ladies restroom. Frank was leading Adeola out of the toilet at gun point when suddenly he was intercepted by an NIA agent. A bloody struggle had ensued shortly afterwards leaving both men bleeding. The NIA agent tried to get up after a heavy kick on the knee. He guessed his knee was dislocated. Frank staggered to pick a gun from the floor. He pointed it at the agent. He shot twice . The agent docked the first bullet, he didn’t have much luck with the other as it buried itself in his arm.
Frank realized his gun was not silenced. He must have drawn attention. He cast a second glance at the other man. He was incapacitated he wouldn’t be of any threat, neither would adeola be because he knocked her out moments ago during the duel when she tried escaping. It was way past the time for this phase of the mission. Vivian should be done by now. He meant to reach her but quickly recalled his line got disconnected in the cause of the duel.
it was time for the final phase of the mission.
Vivian couldn’t believe her eyes. She blinked them rapidly to be sure she wasn’t daydreaming. You can’t possibly be alive. she soliloquized. But the distance between them was too far for mike to hear. Nonetheless he was coming after her. she could swear she saw him speak into a communicating device . She felt pangs of guilt. she swallowed hard thinking of the best thing to do. She didn’t try telling Frank because he got disconnected minutes ago. Vivian dipped a hand behind her waist she slowly withdrew a 9mm pistol. Her eyes still planted on him. She headed for the exit door and mike was taking that direction too.
Mike saw a shiny metal in her hand. A gun! He took out his own gun instinctively.November 1, 2016 at 6:04 pm #878820
He may have memory lost but somehow his skills were alive and fresh and that includes his instincts. There was a crushing sound of gunshits across the room. Mike instinctively took cover behind a table while mouthing orders to his colleague concerning the gov. security. Vivian’s mood brightened when she heard sounds indicating Frank was back online.
There was no time to tell him about Michael, he told her about a slight change in the mission plans.
The exchange of bullets lasted minutes with no one getting injured. Vivian concentrated on retreating while the agents concern was to get the governor to safety. Michael left the mobile police to get the mysterious lady while he joined his colleague in guarding pete and his wife to the car lot
At the park lot. The governor and his wife had panic plastered over their faces as they rushed into an SUV. His wife went in first. He was about going in when a gunshot came from nowhere. “ahhhhhh the governor screamed painfully. Blood immediately began gushing out of his belly.
“what the f.uck ” Mikel spat.
” move! move!! move!!!” Another guy, a member of the team yelled. Frank drove speedily out of the car lot. Bullets were rained on his car as he escaped. all useless!
Vivian’s heartbeat increased, the adrenaline pumped faster as she ran the flights of stairs. She was closely followed by a number of armed men. She was by far outnumbered and out-armed. The best she could do is run!
for how long?
she ran to a stop on a varenda on the second floor. she looked downward as if searching for something. Now the thuds of the men behind her increased. She was in a trap!!!!!!
“surrender” a husky voice commanded. she threw her hand in the air her gun dangling on her left index finger. She surrendered. It was not as if she had better choices anyway.
“put down your weapon”
said the same voice. All these happened in seconds and she didn’t turn to face the cops.
Vivian saw a cause to smile. she closed her eyes firmly, letting herself a free fall.
seconds later she was sitting in a car with Frank.
“that was one hell of a risk” she replied. Frank smiled stepping on the gas.
TWO DAYS LATER
Hon Olundare was alone in his room watching tv. He fetched a handful of groundnut from a gold tray mulching it slowly. He was watching super sports at the same time reading the news flash scrolling below, to get himself abreasy with happenings around the nation. One particular news caught his attention, sending shivers down his spine as he read it :
“Governor of Ondo state recovering fast after being shot at the Ooni’s birthday two days ago. His doctor says he may be able to participate in the forthcoming elections.”
Thats not all…
“party chairman in a press briefing earlier today says the party still has faith in gov pete.”November 1, 2016 at 6:05 pm #878823
Hon olu got a call from lethal almost immediately after that heart wrenching discovery, asking for the remaining half of the promised 6milloin naira. The old man had ended the call after blasting Lethal for her incompetence. The agency was lenient enough to call back this time they warned him but he remained adamant.
30 minutes later a hot news was trending on the internet. It was tagged
” he contacted assassins to kill his oponent.” there were substantial pictorial evidence including a short video Both involving Hon Olu and some shadowy figures whom he never knew in person.
Mike regained an interesting part of his memory. He was once a double agent: working both for Lethal and the department of state security (DSS). He didn’t quite recall the circumstances surrounding his memory loss neither could he remember anything about lethal but he is ready to bring them down if he do.
THE ENDNovember 1, 2016 at 6:06 pm #878824Sommyangel (Favoured child)Member
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WaitingNovember 1, 2016 at 6:13 pm #878831Sommyangel (Favoured child)Member
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Wow what a wonderful peice
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