[b] [color =blue]PROLOGUE[/color]
It was a nitty-gritty in Aso villa that economy projects the nation high in the international realm while military might and intelligence are invisible skeletons to
sustain it.
Recently, Nigeria is making waves in the international scene. Economic watchers predict in no distant time, the country would be among top 10 economies of the world this, specifically is president Sebastian Ike's dream. In the same vein, crime, terrorism and insurgency have shot its ugly head high above the water table, eating deep into the economic fabric, at a much faster pace.
This was a subject of concern. The national anti-terror agency (NATA) took the bull by its horn to tackle this menace. A huge chunk of criminal acts, from high profile assassinations to theft of national secrets to destruction of public utilities, bombing and massacres all pointed to an organized crime group--BOKO HARAM.
For several years, it have been a tough fight between both organizations. Boko haram seemed to operate from the shadows. Its agents were everywhere.
Two days ago, the national museum was attacked, as usual, NATA failed to foil the incidence. It was a fatal failure but not a total one. A chip was found in the scene. Lab analysis showed it was a communicating device among Boko haram elites. Its source transmission was traced to a safe house somewhere in Maitama.
The double laned road that ran into maitama was noisy with hums of cars, SUVs, motorbikes and bikes as they cruised to and fro.
A black kia with dark tinted glasses drove into a walkway. It rolled some distance, stopped, rolled again, it was finally brought to a halt. Its hums reduced to nothing. Two people were in it -- a male driver and a lady who sat in the front passenger seat.
They both had white spiral earwigs running from their ears. Sly tapped his wig.
"how far is SWAT?"
"45 seconds behind you" a voice replied.
The lady was connected so she heard the reply. She half turned back. A bus was parked meters away from them, its door was flung open. SWAT team members hopped down in rapid succession. She turned to face sly.
"shall we?"
sly only nodded. Typical of him, he hardly spoke in situations like this.
They stepped out almost at the same time.
Sly folded his right thumb, he flapped the other fingers in the air.
Quite on cue. The SWAT team advanced towards them.
Sly removed a gun from its thigh holster. So did Vivian as they marched towards a chocolate painted building.
***
"boss i think our hideout is blown. Its a code red. The SWAT is closing on us" a computer operative said scarily.
He swiveled to face the boss. She didn't reply. She did not appear scared or intimidated.
She held a glass of while close to her eyes as if to see vision, or maybe some invisible solution.
She shoke the golden wine evenly. She sipped a little.
The operative watched in awe! He looked away disappointingly. He was frozen in fear. He glanced the screen, SWAT were already in the building. His palms were sweaty, his hands shoke involuntarily. Too much from a six months old recruit!
"aleart all agents. Beta 1 swing to action"
evelyn, the boss said.
"relay information to the headquarters"
instantly, sounds of corked guns filled the room as she walked out.
Beta1 were guards on the ground floor.
****
few SWAT members down, much boko haram fighters dropped dead. Wonderful! Sly thought.
They scattered through the building. Sly and vivian lead the way albeit far from each other.
Sly climbed the flight of stairs. He shot five times, two headshots and two beautiful aims. Four fighters were down.
One was left. He crouched behind a brick erection.
Sly took a step forward. He went with his shoulder and left leg, giving the fighter a nice aim point. Sly knew the man would shoot real soon. It was a dangerous move, but the quickest tn get a rookie hyper.
As speculated, the fighter raised his head he shot twice. Sly crouched and rolled he shot the man on the chest. Blood oozed out.
The staircase led to an open room. It had multiple computers in a row. Maybe a control room. He said inwardly.
He stepped in properly. No one was in the room. He walked in slowly, calculating each step.
He was half into the room when he heard footsteps that sounded like an army on the run.
He spoke into his walkie talkie then advanced towards the said direction.
'stop right there' sly commanded. The person stopped. She was backing him but he could see her gun, he stood a meaningful distance away.
"drop your gun"
she obeyed. She turned to face him as instructed. Sly wondered why she'll give up without a fight. He stopped pondering when he saw SWAT members pointing guns to her.
He was more surprised when he saw her face.
'evelyn?' his lips vibrated as he forced out the word.
'sly?' she whispered after a bolt of silence.
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