TWISTED PATH ( Episode 2)
By Oluwafunminiyi Komolafe
Gazing through the windscreen at the man she had knocked down, Fatima became petrified. Instinct told her to lighten up the car and zoom off but she understood the ideal thing to do. Before she got out of her car, a crowd had already gathered. She ran over to where he was lying and checked his pulse. A wave of relief washed down her face when she realized he was still breathing. People came to help her save the man but they were stunned to see the explosive vest he wore under his jacket.
Expecting the vest to blow up any minute, everyone ran for their dear life. Fatima would have bolted and never come back if she hadn’t seen the man half conscious stretching hands to her for help.
She knew it was stupid to help but she couldn’t just ignore him. Her hand were shaking as she worked her way around the explosive vest and finally pulled it off the mystery man. She dragged him to her car and drove off.
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“What the hell just happened?” Abeeb asked in frustration and anger.
He had only wanted to bring Mohammed down, not have him killed. Abu Mohammed has Intel on all Tanrina’s operations, he was more valuable to the agency alive but the stupid driver had run him over.
Abeeb was about getting out of the car to recover his corpse with other valuable properties he might have on him when he saw two Ak47 wielding men came out of a bus and started approaching the accident scene. Realizing the terrorist were about to start firing at the crowd, Abeeb with the help of his sniper’s rifle cut down the two terrorist.
The team drove their way around the confused crowd, gradually approaching the accident scene. Suddenly commotion erupted and they watched everyone running helther skelter. They were about to reach the scene when Abeeb saw the car which had hit their target roared to life and zoomed away violently. Only the explosive vest was left at the scene, Mohammed had vanished into thin air.
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Fatima could neither found sense nor reasoning in the decision she just made but still she continued driving. A thought to drop the man by the road side and continue living her normal life penetrated into her mind but she ignored it.
Read: Broken Ships
“Which hospital would she take him to? What if she was stopped by the police, how would she explain herself? What if he die right there in her car, what was she going to do?” These questions bombarded her and she couldn’t found answer to any of them until she pulled over at the gate to Ismail’s house.
Ismail had been her friend right from university days, they both got admitted to the same medical school but while her graduation was delayed, Ismail came out in flying colors. His parents got him a job at a reputable hospital, a well furnished apartment and a car. He had only worked for ten months when he decided he was going to further his studies abroad. Ismail had handed over the house and car to Fatima as a gift for their long time friendship.
It took a great deal of strength for her to ferry the injured man from the car to her bed. Once this was done, Fatima began to assess his injuries. His right foot had dislocated, his arm terribly bruised and the left side of his head was swollen. She placed a wet towel on the head and began treating his bruised hand.
The man flashed open his eyes and saw her. She was about asking questions when he suddenly grabbed her by the neck, trying to strangle her. With only seconds from being choked to death, Fatima lay hands on her table clock and slammed it on his already swollen head. Although Fatima succeeded in freeing her neck from the man’s harden grip, the hit sent the man into convulsion.
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Back at the office Abeeb sat before his two superiors giving a brief of how the operation went.
“Agent Zakur can you please explain to us how your team lost one of our most wanted terrorist?” One of his superiors, a bald head man asked.
“The whole thing turned into a shit storm when Mohammed was hit. His men came out to attack the crowd. We had two options, go after Mohammed or protect the public. I choose to uphold the pillars upon which this agency stand on.” He replied.
“Do you happen to have any information on the man who had him hit?” Another man asked.
“We were obstructed by the immense crowd, we couldn’t get a positive ID sir.” He replied.
“What about the men you engaged? Is any of them talking?” Bald head man asked again.
“None of them are talking, they are all dead.” Abeeb answered.
“So let me get this straight, you don’t have anything on Mohammed, nothing on the man that hit him and your team shot his men dead? Wonderful.”
“If another attack should happen, it will be your ass on the line, Now get out of my office.” One second man threatened and Abeeb left the office.
As soon as he got out, he was met by Farouq, one of his team members.
“How did it go sir?” Farouq asked.
“Terrific as always. They blamed me for losing Mohammed forgetting the fact that we stopped the attack.” Abeeb said.
“Sir we got something on the car that hit Mohammed.” Farouq said and Abeeb listened with keen ears.
“The number plate of the car was registered to a doctor named Ismail. We got his home address.” Farouq explained further.
“Great, gather the team. We leave in the next five minutes.”