Fatima took caution as she approached the just conscious man, she had learned from experience. Biola had advised she use the sedative just In case there was any trouble and with her left hand she grabbed the sedative injection on the table and hid it behind her back.
“Hello, what is happening? What am I doing here?” The man blurted.
“It’s nice that you are finally awake,” Fatima replied, flashing him the doctor’s smile.
“Who are you, people? What do you want from me?” He asked in confusion.
“You were involved in an accident and badly injured but we have been taking care of you.” Biola stepped in.
Mohammed racked his brain to recollect but his memory was all bleak.
“I don’t remember having any accidents, can you take me home please?” He asked.
“Am sorry, you are not fully healed, you need time to recover,” Fatima explained.
“I said I want to go home. Take me out of here.” Mohammed shouted in frustration. He tried to get himself out of bed but was restrained by the pain in his head.
Fatima was about using the sedative on him but stopped when she saw tears flowing out of her victim’s eyes.
“I really want to go home, please take me home.” Mohammed cried.
“It’s alright, we will take you home,” Fatima assured.
“Before that, we need you to tell us your name,” Biola spoke.
“My name! I don’t remember my name.” He replied after a failed attempt to lift the fog in his memory.
“Why can’t I remember anything?” He cried again.
Moved by his tears, Fatima gave him a hearty hug.
“Don’t worry? Everything is going to be alright.” She consoled.
“Just lie there and rest, we are going to get you something to eat,” Biola said before dragging her friend out of the room.
“I think he is having amnesia, it will take time before he would remember anything,” Biola explained.
“This is complete shit, what am I going to do now?”
“I think you need to be patient, give him time to heal and remember. A couple of days should do the magic, leave him here and continue with your life.” Biola said.
“I really don’t want to impose.” Fatima.
“It’s alright, what are friends for.” They shared a hug.
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Fresh out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, Abeeb strolled to the bar and poured himself a drink. The day had been hectic for him, even though the agency never got their hand on Mohammed, at least the attack was stopped and the only people who got hurt were the bad guys. He took a swig of the drink as he relaxed on his sofa.
Forty minutes later, Abeeb was woken by the incessant ringing of his phone. He was shocked by the realization that he had slept off on the sofa. Swiftly, he reached for his phone and picked the call.
“Hello, Farouq.” He spoke.
“Hello sir, we found something in the house.”
“What?” Abeeb asked anxiously.
“An ID card belonging to a lady called Fatima Tukura, she is a medical student at the state teaching hospital,” Farouq informed.
“Alright, check our database and see if we can get anything on her.”
“Okay, sir.” The call ended and Abeeb proceeded into the bedroom with his drink.
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Fatima left her friend’s shop very early the following morning. When she entered the house, she never had the suspicion that someone had ransacked it in her absence. She had taken shower, dressed up and was about dashing out when she realized her ID card was missing. After she had searched the whole room, she concluded that she had forgotten it at Biola’s place.
Fatima alighted the taxi she boarded as soon as it stopped opposite the teaching hospital. She rushed inside and headed to her work post. It was from the stairs that she was hearing voices coming to her supervisor’s office and was about knocking when she heard her name being mentioned. Standing behind the door, she eavesdropped on the conversation going on in the office.
“It is true that Miss Tukura is an intern here and I happened to be her supervisor.” A female voice said.
“Can you tell me more about her please?” A male voice inquired.
“She is a very good girl, a little bit stubborn but highly responsible and hard working lady. But why are you people so interested in her.” Her supervisor said.
“Mrs. Adams it’s a matter of national security. When can we see her?” The male voice spoke again.
“She should be in the building by now, it’s past time for her to resume.” Her supervisor answered.
Fatima was about to peep into the office through the keyhole when someone shouted at her from behind.
“What do you think you are doing?”.
Fatima turned and saw a heavily built man standing before her. Immediately the man saw her face, a hint of recognition appeared on his face.
“Sparrow four, I have the suspect in sight.” He started, touching his earpiece.
The word suspect sent a chill down her spine.
“Suspect? What have I done?” Fatima said stepping forward.
“Stay exactly where you are a lady.” The man said, trying to reach for his gun.
The instant Fatima saw the guy reaching for his gun, she knew her life was almost over. The only option she had was to flee. It became a chase inside the hospital as Fatima tried to outrun the agent on her trail. The only edge she had was that she knew every nook and cranny of the hospital better than any of them. Eventually, she got out and disappeared into the busy street.
LAST ASSIGNMENT 9
LAST ASSIGNMENT 9
The seemingly harmless mistake almost took her life. Precious should have known better. At Camp Peary, the CIA training facility which is also known as “The Farm,” agents are taught not to ever do anything that will push them to the climax of emotions during op.
Precious was at the climax of positive emotions. Her guard was down and she was vulnerable. She heard the side mirror of the blue Camry beside her shatter to pieces. The shot was pretty close.
Her training took over immediately. The first thing was to take cover to her advantage. She saw a turning to her left and dashed into it. The black figure behind her smiled, that was what he had wanted. Precious had just walked into his trap.
He was called ‘’Lone Wolf’’ by those he worked for. Most of the killings he did were done alone and were done with precision and dexterity. His latest hit was the killing of Alo Bidemi, A governorship aspirant of the Action Party. He had framed it very well. Autopsy revealed stroke as the cause of Bidemi’s death.
That was story for the media. Lone Wolf injected an overdose of Heparin into Bidemi’s system in his sleep. Before the next morning, Bidemi was effectively dead. That was not his first time of killing at the GRA. He only needed to take the turning before the one Precious took, soon they will be seeing each other face to face.
The sun had completed its slow descent. It was getting dark. Precious almost froze as she saw the male figure walking towards her. His domineering appearance radiated evil. He flashed a sad smile as he strode towards her. Before she could reach for her gun he was already pointing a silenced 45-caliber semi-automatic pistol. He stopped few steps away from her.
‘’Hey broad, I want to make your death easy, I won’t kill you with this but this,’’ he growled as he produced a knife. ‘’Any last wish before you die?’’ Precious giggled, ‘’you motherfucking son-of-a-bitch. You’re such a coward, I can see it in your face, you can’t even do a clean job!’’ He was surprised to be confronted by the tiny thing standing before him.
‘’I will send you to he…’’ Before he completed the sentence, he swung the knife at her throat. Her extraordinary reflex enabled her catch the thrust. Then with her left hand she delivered a deft jaw breaking blow, and two successive kicks into his gonad.
He doubled over in pain and attempted a right jab, but Precious was ready for that. With her pointed stiletto heel she kicked his temple. His skull was not as hard as it looked, really. He was staggering now trying to find his feet.
‘’Don’t ever in your miserable life mess with a master yogi.’’ With that, she gave the farewell smackdown, delivering the kick that brusquely brought him down.
Precious reached for his knife and drove it into the base of his skull and turned it here. With a cold flinch, death crept into his body.
She pulled out the knife, reached for a blue face towel and wrapped it neatly and hid it in her Armani bag. With the knife safe with her, she searched the black man and saw Akingbade Jubril’s business card. She cursed under her breath, ‘’these idiots have infiltrated the DSS, how the hell on earth did they know I’m here?’’ She left the scene making sure no evidence was left behind.
Precious was tired when she got back to the safe house. she slumped on the bed and dialed her boss’ number.
LAST ASSIGNMENT 8
LAST ASSIGNMENT 8
The election that made Oke Emmanuel the governor was called miraculous by those who believed in it. Three weeks before the elections, the candidate of the major opposition party- Action Party, Akingbade Jubril was the favourite to win. He had the support of the masses and even that of the sitting President, Galadima Hammed.
Things changed when The Punch Newspaper Investigative Journalist, Mohammed Hassan, brought to life some dead news from his past to speak against his ambitions.
While serving as the Commissioner for Finance, Jubril did many shady deals and buried them well. But two were not well covered. One, he diverted pensioners’ funds to build himself a world-class hotel- the Lakesun Hotel at Oba Adesida Road. In justifying his actions, he asserted, “I borrowed it, and will refund as soon as the profits come in.’’ But profits didn’t come in as planned.
Secondly, he had an affair with his then secretary, Chidinma Eugene. She got pregnant, and he blamed her for being careless. ‘’Don’t tell me you are not wise enough to use contraceptives when spreading your legs for a man you are not married to,’’ he barked at her when she told him about the pregnancy. For fear that his reputation might be damaged. He made her abort. She died on the abortion table, a free sacrifice to Yama, the Hindu god of death.
When dealing with ladies, one must be very careful because whatever one does with a lady, she will tell at least one person before she dies.
In the Zippergate Scandal, Monica Lewinsky never wanted to say anything about her amorous relationship with Bill Clinton. It was her friend Linda Tripp in whom she confided that sold the story to agent Lucianne Goldberg. Chidinma confided in her friend Akinsipe Olapeju, and she sold the story to Hassan with convincing evidence.
To Jubril, Olapeju was used by the PPP to destroy his political career. He was not a man that easily forgave. The shock of the event spun him into a deep depression. And though he eventually got out of it, he never really got over it. He wanted revenge.
Those people were worse than himself after all, and nothing had happened to their political careers. He wanted to destroy the PPP in Ondo State together with everything it represented. He saw himself as a tool in God’s hands to wipe out those men. He was the one that planted the terrorist on the sunlit street of Alagbaka Akure.
As Agent Precious was returning to the safe house, She slightly shaking her tiny waist as she sang along to Simi’s “Soldier.” Soldier go, soldier come, soldier do wetin you want, but don’t fall in love with me. Solider me I no dey do. Solider find another boo, but don’t you fall in love with me, Mr. Soldier….’’ And then, something happened that made her knew she was in trouble.
LAST ASSIGNMENT 7
LAST ASSIGNMENT 7
It was 2:00 am. Normal men were expected to be sleeping, but he wasn’t asleep. His heart was heavy as a stone. Knowing what it meant, he walked out of Akindeko Hostel, Block B, Room 2, and went to the Car Park to unleash the burden. He knew within himself that he was to pray for the election that was coming up. He prayed for 2 hours until he felt ease inside him. He had done his job.
When she got to Akure, Agent Precious went to the DSS safe house, located in a classified location at GRA. The safe house was codenamed Guntal Boulevard, fortified with heavy armor-plated doors and bulletproof lexan windows. It was designed to withstand any external bomb blast with minimal effect on the inhabitants. All DSS safe houses were built by the Israeli Intelligence Agency – Mossad.
Secret agents are masters at manipulation, especially their physical appearance. Precious wanted to see where the PPP’s Headquaters was located and she wanted to do that with the demeanor of an undergraduate. She took her bath and came under the transformative power of make-up.
She wore a flowery formfitting knee length dress with strappy high heel sandals. Her tote bag held a loaded 45 caliber Taurus 24/7 OSS pistol with a sound suppressor. Her left hand cradled three higher education notebooks as she would have carried a baby.
She stood at Oriental Filling Station, opposite the PPP secretariat and acted as if she was waiting for a cab. But in essence, the PPP secretariat was under her surveillance. To her advantage, it was a bit difficult getting a taxi at that spot.
It was not the best to stay in a position where you can be easily spotted when you are gathering information about a person or a place, but there are times when you can break the rules and get away with it. That day was one for Precious. She took a quick mental note of critical things about the building under her watch.
Precious reached for her phone, she feigned receiving a call but all she wanted to know was how many minutes she had spent – five minutes more than she planned. It was time to leave.
Precious stopped a taxi
‘’North gate, drop.’’
‘’I will pay 1500. Please drive fast, I have an important appointment to catch’’
The driver opened the front door happily. His taxi climbed the mountainous road that laid before it and descended the road to Oja. He was about to get to the overhead bridge when Precious said ‘’I will drop here.’’
‘’But you said North gate naa.’’ He replied rather perplexed. She gave him two new One thousand naira notes and left without asking for her balance.
She went into a boutique and bought some new clothes. “Do you have a restroom here?” she asked the attendant. “Yes, ma. It is down the hall to your left.’’ She came out to another person. On her way back she threw black nylon into a trash bin. It contained the clothes she wore before she entered the boutique.
It was getting dark, time to return to the safe house.