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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.
"damn!" 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.
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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.
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