Finally, the sun.

It beat down mercilessly on the people, perhaps in an effort to soak up all the water that had found its way down to the earth in the past few days.

The environment was looking much brighter already, flowers blooming on all sides while the local livestock wandered about, doing whatever they did at this time of the day.

A great day it was destined to be, as it was the day of ‘igba ndu’ festival, One day that the royal gates are thrown open to allow the villagers a direct line of communication with the king as they seek the help of their forefathers in the coming planting season. , nothing could ever go wrong.

The king, a young 37 year old who took over from his father two years ago had made great strides already. A known billoniare who had amassed his wealth in the city and quite suprised everyone by agreeing to become the new king.

He has shown himself to be a just ruler, with the utmost respect for all and sundry, regardless of social status.

The drums beat steadily after noon, the sun having retreated a bit, leaving an aura of calmness behind which suited everyone just fine.

People wasted no time in thronging to the palace in little cliques, the men making small talk about the best time to till the ground while the women went on about whose daughter looks pregnant, and whose son hasn’t been man enough to increase the number of wives in his household.

The entrance of the king and his entourage increased the energy to a crescendo, the drums beat even harder while the screams “igweeeeeee!” from excited subjects filled the air, bringing with it strands of dust from different feet being clamped firmly on the earth.

Unknown to them, disaster was coming, for about 700 yards away, perched on tree was Olivia, known in the underworld as ‘6’ who is probably the deadliest sniper in the continent, armed with a Barett M82 semi-automatic anti-material riffle with 12.7* 99mm ammunition in hand, holding still for the perfect shot.

Back to the palace, the king stood up and after pausing to soak in the adulation of his subjects, raised his hands and all fell silent immediately.

“My people” he began with a smile.

The shot came immediately, piercing the silence and as the king hit the ground from that perfect headshot, pandemonium broke loose, as everyone ran in all directions, screaming on top of their voices.

The guards quickly rushed to the king while a few courageous people stood, their eyes darting in all directions to find where the bullet had come from. It was too late.

‘6’ had successfully dislodged her weapon after giving it a full blown French kiss, made her way down from the tree, slinging..
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