01/10/2060 1030hours Aso rock, Abuja. It was a bright sunny afternoon. The sun was at its peak, showering its own version of blessings on the Nigerian nation. A blue camry with dark tinted glasses drove down aso drive. The road was relatively congested. People were still trooping to Aso villa where the grand celebration was being held. Today marked Nigeria’s hundred years of independance. Millions of naira had been billed for this day. Delegates from renowned international organizations, queen Ashely of England and president Bobby Grant of USA were in Nigeria to grace the occasion. Uniformed men paraded the road, they were directing cars, mostly convoys to different parking lots. The camry was brought to a halt in front of the yellow house. It bounced twice, on the same spot. Sean undid his seat belt. He stared at the man seated next to him. Mike had panicked crafted all over his face. Sean wasn’t perturbed. He was used to seeing people this way. “so, can we go in?” sean’s question was slow and impactful. Mike was silent. Sean smiled in an intimidating way. He clicked some buttons on the airbag. A computer screen popped up. Sean clicked a video icon. Faint cries and sobs were heard as the video played. Mike looked away, with teary eyes. His wife and only kid were tied down. Time bombs were strapped to their abdomen. Each bomb read “00:01′ but stopped ticking. “just a click and they are up in flames” sean intimidated. Mike heaved a noisy sigh. He had to choose between betraying Nigeria and saving his family. He weighed both options for several seconds. “yes we shall” he replied. “good” sean gave him a silver coated brief case. They both stepped out of the car. Sean was a lethal assassin, an international killer. He executed his jobs without fear and always sailed unscathed. His latest mission was to assassinate Nigerian president, Hassan Kwali. They scaled through five check points and finally got in the yellow house; SSS headquarters. Mike was a chief in the state security service. Sean only needed him to scale through the checks. “i’d take it from here. Give it back” mike did as instructed. He gave sean the brief case. He couldn’t stop thinking about his family. He secretly hoped they would ae safe. “i’d text you their location in 20minutes. If nothing goes wrong” sean said as if he read Mike’s thoughts. He stepped into the elevator and clicked some buttons. Five minutes later he was on the fifth floor. SSS agents were more crowdered on the fifth floor. He sank into them and made his way to a restroom tagged ‘113’ his wristwatch beeped, a green compass point floated on it, indicating a camera was hidden somewhere. After a moment search sean found the camera. He retrieved a laser pen from his breas.t pocket, he used it to overload the camera sensors; temporary malfunctioning it. Someone cleared his throat from behind. Sean turned slowly, he camouflaged his alertness. His gaze met with a stout looking man. The man frowned. “what are you doing?” sean smiled convincingly. “good morning sir” he changed the topic. The man wouldn’t any of that. “i said what were you doing?!” he asked sternly. The man walked closer, sean pretended to be scared. The distance between the was almost closing, perfect for an attack. Sean flipped in the air, he kicked the man’s cheek. The man staggered few steps backward. He got hold of himself and punched sean on a left thigh. Sean threw a pin from his ‘pen’ the pin struck his opponent on his neck. The man fell, unconscious. Sean searched each cubicles, to be sure he was alone. He mounted a silenced sniper on a window in the left. He checked his timer. Ten minutes had been expended. President Hassan should be delivering a speech by now. He squinted through the rifle’ telescope. He was right. Hassan was on the podium. Sean waited two seconds for the crosshair to be stable. Suddenly a presidential aide obstructed the view. “d--n!” sean cursed loudly. Four minutes after, the aide was out of view. Sean aimed perfectly. He sent two bullets into the president. Hassan fell face down, immediately, people crowded around him. *********** Mike kicked the door angrily. Balls of sweat trickled down his head. He was kicking the toilet door for the seventh time. It obviously was locked from within. His chest heaved in rythme to soft pants. He exchanged glances with other agents. There was a rapid optical and hand communication between them. Agent Joe shot the door lock. He pushed it open forcefully. Mike made signs, all agents walked in. Pointing their guns as they moved calculatively. Hidden surveillance cameras showed a fight in the restroom. Other footages captured the assailant with a sniper. His face wasn’t clear, mike pin pointed him as the dude that kidnapped his family. The restroom had no escape route. Mike was certain he would nap the criminal. Mike dispersed his team through various toilet cubicles.

The agents searched for five minutes, there was no trace of the culprit. Mike was baffled he wondered how the criminal escaped. He went round the large restroom, searching for clues. He was deep in thoughts many options ran in his subconscious. A voice jolted him to reality. “boss! I’ve found him” Joe tittered happily. Mike grinned devilishly. He walked back to the toilet’ walkway. Joe dragged his victim to where Mike and other agents stood. The body seemed lifeless he was wearing a sack mask. ‘perhaps he his pretending’ Mike thought and smiled. “remove the mask” he commanded. Tension ruled the aura around them. All agents couldn’t wait to see president Hassan’s killer. Their names would go down in history they couldn’t prevent the assassination, atleast they nabbed the culprit. Joe removed the mask. Rather than jubilating, the agents were silent. They had been tricked! The man behind the mask was the stout man sean attacked. Mike looked frustrated. He hissed angrily. “you broke the rules” Mike heard a whisper. He looked around him, his teamates were too busy to play pranks. ‘another bolt of confusion. The criminal is diabolic!’ he thought. “your left ear” the whisper came again. Mike inserted shaky index finger in his ears. It was then he realised an ear wig was placed in it. He removed the wig and trampled on it. His cohorts were surprised with his sudden outburst. “that son of a gun….” Mike’s voice trailed down. Two successive explosions rocked outside the building. A smoke bomb rolled towards the agents. It exploded almost instantly. The room became hazy, the men coughed loudly. They staggered about the room. Sean jumped down. He had a shawl over his face. He ran to the exit. ******* President Hassan was led on a stretcher to an air courier. He was being flown to USA. His survival was at stake. The bullets struck vital parts of his body. A team of medical specialists were attending to him as the plane flew. Men of Nigeria army were evacuating crémé de la crémes out of Aso Villa in bullet proofed SUVs. Confusion was the lord of the moment. People moved helter skelter. Force men were trying to navigate them out of the scene. ‘crazy’ reporters lingered from afar. Taking snapshots and short videos. “excuse me ma. Whats your take on this?” a reporter asked a soldier. The woman soldier slapped the reporter angrily. “why are civilians addicted to stubborness? Get out” she commanded authoritatively. Intelligence reports had spread to all law enforcement agents. The culprit reportedly sniped from a window in SSS headquarters. (the yellow house) Land soldiers surrounded the building, split fire F.22 jet fighters hovered in the sky above the yellow house. ‘the culprits must not escape’ an order from chief of defense staff. Air marsha Isaiah was in one of the jets, his face was tight with anger. He sighed heavily then clicked his phone and placed it in his ears. “thats incompetence at its peak! How can you explain someone sneaking into your building?” he ranted. “my men have pin pointed him. He wouldn’t escape” the SSS chief executive defended. “he better don’t” Isaiah replied and hung up. *** Sean clicked a yellow button that had ‘2’ inscribed on it. The elevator kicked motion. Sean knew he wouldn’t make it out through the first floor. It was always heavily guarded. He’d memorised the building’s blue prints. There was a ‘not commonly used’ exit on the second floor. He was camouflaged in a black SSS uniform, extra beards and a dark cap. The elevator moved for minutes and suddenly stopped on the third floor. Sean raised his brows. The chief executive’s office was on the third floor. Worst still, it had no exit. Sean swallowed hard. He didn’t have much weapons on him. He knew killing Hassan was a suicided mission, as a matter of fact, he was ready to die albeit he wouldn’t go down without seeing his sister. The elevator door opened. Sean refused to hop out. A middle aged man stepped in. Sean recognized him as the chief executive of SSS. There was no iota of communication between them. The man clicked a button for the 1st floor. “excuse me sir. I’m headed for the second floor” sean sounded courtious. “don’t you know there is an emergency? All agents would converge on the 1st floor” the executive replied. Something caught his attention. The name ‘bankole’ and clearance on the tag Sean wore didn’t match with the bankole he knew. Level two clearance was under him, the only bankole on his crew was clean shaved. This must be the culprit. How smart!’ the executive thought. An idea struck him. He clicked a button for the 1st floor.

The elevator was brought to a halt on the second floor. Its door slided open. From research sean knew it’ll take ten seconds before the door close automatically. He punche the executive on his belly. The executive didn’t show any reaction rather he retrieved a pistol from his waist. The man shot, unfortunately sean had dived out, he dogded the bullet. Sean was counting in his subconscious. 8 seconds had passed. He quickly threw a grenade into the elevator. The door locked itself just when the executive planned running out. There was a loud explosion in the elevator. ****** ‘how long would it take you?’ Dave asked impatiently. “15 minutes” Frank replied. “make it 10” said Dave. A handglove which was speculated to be the culprit’s fell from the building. Frank was able to extract finger prints from it. The prints matched a database in mtn service provider. Frank was placing a tracker on the user’s port. With that the user’s location would be pin pointed. ** sean made it outside the building. He blended into the rampage on the street. His car wasn’t in the park lot. He wondered who took it. He desperately need an automobile. A biker drove towards him. The bike almost knocked him out. He escaped by whiskers. He quickly got up. “MICHAEL ROBERTSON SURRENDER’ a voice shouted from a gramaphone. Michael was his actual name. How did they get it? Some one betrayed him. He thought. The biker left a piece of paper. Sean unfolded it and read its content. “michael. A car is in your 1 o’clock. Take it and get away” The boss had maintained he did the job alone. No back up, no nothing. This was either a trap or the boss changed his mind. Whichever way, he must get out. There was an explosion from behind. Just when he was about stepping into the car. The cops fell for his trap. He knew they were tracking his phone. The device was made of pressure sensitive diodes. He had dumped it in a room. Sean dsove stealthily down the street. A helicop landed beside his car. The boss leaned beside the helicop. Sean grinned he picked a vidfo player from the car and walked into the helicopter. He sat at the extreme end. He played the video player . He’d found it in the car. A familiar looking lady came into view. “hi Michael. She paused, chuckled and continued. “you’ve grown so big. I guess you can’t even recogniye me. Its ciara your big sis. Drive to the location on the paper. I’d meet you there” tears bathed his cheek as he listened to her. Sean was just 12 years old when their house was attacked. Their parents were killed. The ‘boss’ rescued him while his sister was saved by someone else. Sean felt a metal on his gead. He jerked from reverie. Tge boss was pointing a gun to him. Sean was taken aback. “you’ve seen her right? What a twisted fate. She works for NIA and you’ar a criminal.” “what! You know all this while?” sean asked. The boss nodded. “you know, i’ve always wondered who would kill me. I’m glad its you. All i ever did or know how to, you taught me” sean muttered with teary eyes. He continued. “just let me hug her before i die” the boss didn’t reply. He pulled the trigger sean docked but the bullet struck his stomach. He fell down. There were more gunshots in the plane. Sean thought he had died. He raised his head. The boss was down, in a pool of his own blood. Ciara had shot him. Ciara ran and hugged him tightly. Hot tears flooded her eyes. “i miss you mike. I searched the whole world for you.” “i love you dear sis. I’m glad to see you. Even if you can’t spend more time together” ciara shoke he head. “you won’t die” sean smiled painfully. “you belong to the feds. I’m a criminal. Go now, wd shouldn’t be seen together.” “i couldn’t tell you before now. President Hassan is our dad” sean raised his brows. “he didn’t kill hasran, he used poisoned rubber bullet. The president may survive. Sean smiled. He was about replying b2ouldn’t. He became weak and heavy. He fell dead in her hands. She felt his pulse it was weak, he hadn’t died yet. Shd smiled wryly. Just thea missile was fired into the helicorpter. She looked around, jet fighters were flying towards them. The craft wouldn’t last another assault. She held Sean tightly. Kicked the helecopter’ glasses and jumped out with him. Thdy both fell into river benue. *THE END*

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