CHAPTER THREE
The meeting with the president has messed with his mind; he kept on rummaging on the possibilities of the disappearance of the cure. Was there a third party in there with them, before jumping to any conclusion, he had to get to the scene of the event and get some leads to chase. The President has accepted his proposal of getting in the squad he needed, no other squad than his team mates back then at the ICO. They do talk albeit seldom but now he would love to have them back on his train. He however doubted the thought of re-recruiting Dauda, who is close to retirement after 12 good fulfilling years as an IG. Ben and Timi have been with him all through. He picked up his phone to put a call across to them.
The call was an overwhelming success, as the trios were glad to work together with him on this mysterious virus case. Timi was as timid as usual although now a family man, Ben however was lousy and perky as usual while Dauda was still calm and now more matured as age is catching up with him. Dauda rubbished the claim of him being too ‘big’ and old to work on this case, he however says that if this case is cracked, he would announce his retirement and have a long vacation. That been done and having the three back on board, the team is back.
He smiled as he headed to his office in the NBI headquarters in Garki, Abuja, the thought of the death of MSN ran across his mind and he felt a slight shiver. He parked outside the tall mega structure as he walked towards his office at the top floor. The floor was jostling as staffs walked around passing files and typing at their computer sets. The raving event at hand is the forthcoming visit of the most powerful president in the world, the president of the United States of America. It’s the duty of the NBI to serve as the secret security personnel at this major event.
It felt like a horror movie, the night is calm with an ominous note hanging in the air, the wind is blowing with a crisping eerie sound, with an owl hooting wildly away into the night, bringing the horror out of the night. The streets are deserted with the moonlight intermittently shielded by the cloud making visibility obscure and filled with ditches, just like looking through a broken mirror. A flash of lightning broke the sky and lashed at the earth with a grumbling thunder following pronouncing the imminent arrival of rain on such a weird night.
He saw a small boy walking shakily along the dusty road, the boy’s hands were folded along his chest, signifying fear, he turned to his right just in time to see a badly shaped human head gnarl at him before closing and locking a window from the inside, a pang of fear rose out of his belly making him to shiver so much that he almost fell over. The night became more still except from the rumbling rolling thunder, the boy walked grimly along the forsaken street.
Right ahead, he saw a stream flowing, almost at the end of the street, hoping to find succor along the gently flowing colourless liquid, but alas he saw a weird old man lashing out his whip at a young girl whose cries rent the air as the tormenting pain ripped through her young body. The boy was grim as he looked at the insensate process playing out before him, the fire of rage rose in him as he neared the oldman who was too engrossed in his inhuman pummeling of the young girl who cried uncontrollably writhing in pain.
The young boy picked up a stout wooden stick, strong enough to deal the man a lasting deadly blow, he walked steadily albeit softly towards man, he caught the eyes of the girl who wink her encouragement as she basked in the unbearable pain been doled out to her by the weird old man. The boy raised the rod with his two hands and gave the man a deafening blow to the old man’s head, the man’s head got bashed in as it held the rod in place as the man slumped to the ground before gliding into the stream.
Just then, the rain chose to fall, releasing a soft downpour on the earth, the boy watched in dismay as the man’s body glided into the stream, he turned to the girl to help her up, he was surprised to see the face of his wife, he pulled back in dismay. Behind him the old man rose , the rod still horridly lodge in his head, the girl shrieked in fright as the old man grabbed the boy and dragged him into the stream.
“Elvisssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!” the girl shouted.
He woke up with a start, visibly shaken, sweating all over, peels of sweat rolled over his forehead, he wiped it off and muttered under his breath when his eyes caught the clock on the wall, he is already late to picking up his kids from school. He grabbed his jacket which he had taken off before sleeping as he dashed out of the building, towards his car.
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School has closed for almost thirty minutes, Tony and Emmanuella waited anxiously for the arrival of their dad who was usually too late. Many of their friends have left and the school is almost deserted. Not too far away, two young men in a van are watching her intently, just like an hawk, looking for the right opportunity to swoop. After several minutes of watching, they saw the girl walking towards a corner obviously wanting to pee, now his the time, they kicked their car and moved steadily towards her location.
They grunted in disgust as the girl gave a glee and came running towards them, or rather towards the car that just parked behind them. To avoid been suspected, they kept moving slowly, watching their backs with the side and back mirrors. The girl and boy rushed into the car chatting excitedly with the man therein, the man kicked the car to life and moved smoothly along the road, overtaking them in the process.
Something however caught their deciphering faculty, something about a dancing competition on Friday, they looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. They lose to win another day.
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“Sir, someone wants to speak with you” Eumenides said. He was proud of the feat he just pulled out, bringing he’s boss out of prison. Someone had recognized him as one of the goons of MSN in the bygone days, but still nursing loyalty towards his convicted boss, the man has given him some directions, promising to get his Boss out if he can follow his instructions to the latter. He had done so and was proud of his achievement, now his boss, the great MSN is safe, heavily indebted to him.
He handed the phone to MSN, who carries a confident look on his rugged face. Scars has grown over the face courtesy of 12 delirious years in gaol. The skin running across the face has strewn together, a symbol of wrinkles that has gathered over the years without been straightened out, he’s a bit limply with his walk and still walk with an air of authority revolving round him. A blind man could see anger-driven vengeance behind the wry smile on his face.
“I’m sure you are now in the place I prepared for you” the man from the other side said.
MSN kept mute.
“However, I'm sending you a gift from a mutual friend tonight” the man continued.
“Who are you?” MSN asked,
“You’ll know me soon enough” the man replied before clicking the line dead.
A message notification shows that his frozen account has been reopened, he smiled to himself, and right now the next thing is getting his boys out of prisons all around the nation.
The phone rang again.
“That is just a glimpse, the gift should be arriving just about now” the caller said before disconnecting the line. Just then the doorbell rang, MSN motioned Eumenides to the door. Eumenides walked towards the door and opened it, to see a young nerd – student with a big eyeglasses smiling back at him, clutching a golden suitcase.
