She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 29

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 29

Mike, the head of Counter Criminal Unit, sat at
a desk in his gigantic office. He was reading
out dossiers of criminals from a laptop.

Across him sat Agent Dennis and Alfred
Bright. They were casually dressed and
listened with keen attention.

“Samson Figgo,” Mike’s voice was loud, “born in Genna, exact date of birth not known, a notorious lout, murdered his parents when they tried to force him into the seminary, came into limelight in the series of coups during the military regime, believed to be connected with the murder of Williams. He’s an international sniper, rumored to have been killed while stealing from a night safe in France but many claim he’s still alive, believed to reside somewhere in Tunisia.” Mike clicked on the
mouse and scrolled to another name, “Adams Killerberg,” His picture appeared, “born in Genna on 17th July, 1978. He’s a tall albino and a cold-blooded killer, spent his childhood in and out of jail, became a pick pocket at seven and later graduated to burglar and murderer at twelve, was disowned by parents
after he was caught raping a nun at thirteen,
later became a thug to Major General Robert
Smart but was thereafter dismissed by him,
believed to be connected with the murder of
Chief Igbinedion and had not been seen since
his death. He’s a possible murderer of
President Williams. His location is believed to
be somewhere in Halvina State of Genna.” He
paused, looked at the two agents and saw
they were attentive. He turned to the laptop,
clicked repeatedly on the mouse until the
cursor got to Lucia Brime. Her picture
appeared and he read, “A Lovepeddler,
assassin and dropout. Country of origin
assumed to be somewhere in Central Africa,
loves taking risks, was a close associate to
Hillary Gunters and Theodore Philips when
they were alive, is connected to most
hardened criminals within Genna and
overseas, attempted to murder a hospitalized
officer but was arrested, murdered three cops
and escaped while being transported to the
police headquarters, rumoured to have been
spotted in most of the outskirts of the country.
Where about, not yet known.” The next was
Rowland Reagan. Mike relaxed and shifted the
laptop nearer to himself, “Short, mean-looking and strongly built. Drives joy in spilling blood and seeing others suffer, had a foster mum whose where about is still not known, formed a gang at eighteen, abandoned the gang after two months and became an international sniper and assassin. He’s reputed to be a master in all sorts of crime: theft, murder,


Molest, assault, et cetera, suffered from
kwashiorkor at ten and murdered the doctor
that tended him. He’s a hit man for most top
politicians within and outside the country,
believed to be connected with the murder of
President Williams, has never been to jail,
current location not known, but assumed to be
anywhere in the country.” Mike read out litany of other dossiers of criminals from the
database of CCU and finally shifted the laptop
aside. He raised his eyes to them, “This is
really complicated. We’ve many possible
killers but we’re looking for just one killer and that’s where our problem lies. This killer,

whoever the hell he is, is a cute professional
who knows how best to do what he does.” He scratched his forehead with a finger, “When
President Williams was murdered, no one knew the direction the shots came from and no one saw the sniper leave the stadium. The gun discovered in the stadium, believed to have been used to kill Williams had no fingerprints on it and this compounded issues. Now Williams’ daughter has been killed, no one saw her murderer and prints were not left on her car. One obvious thing about this is that the both murders were committed by a single person.” He smiled a brittle smile, “As things
stand now, it seems we’ll be chasing the
shadows but,” he shook his head in negation
and forced a smile, “that’s not true.” He
paused and started again, “I think we’ve got a
lead,” he was smiling, “you know who I mean?”


He looked from Dennis to Alfred and his smile
was replaced by meanness, “She’s the only female in our database: Lucia Brime.” He watched the two men incline immediately. “We
find her and she takes us to the killer we’re
looking for.” He smiled, “Everyone looks on us to make this week remarkable. I hope we
perform a miracle. The best of CCU working
with the best agent of the police’s intelligence is enough to make that miracle possible. I can say that this is the last hope for this country. I personally have faith in the both of you and I hope this week adds your names to the immortal pages of history.” He scratched his forehead, “I’ve sent your mobile numbers to all the nation’s dailies, in case someone has information.” He stood, “Everything you’ll need
has been provided for by the president. You
know the implication if we don’t beat time.”



He became a bit nervous and it showed in his
voice, “You stay together until this is over.” He bent to a printer which stood beside the desk,

plugged a cord from the printer to the laptop
and switched the printer on. He typed some
commands in his laptop and clicked on the
print icon. In some minutes, copies of the
dossiers came out from the printer. He
arranged and stapled them and gave it to
Alfred, “I need situation reports every three
hours.” He moved his gaze from Alfred to
Dennis and smiled, then, he became serious,
“Call me if you need anything.” He stretched a hand and they shook him in turn. As they stood to leave, Mike said with smiles, “Good luck.

I hope you preserve the reputation CCU
has already built,” and they left the office.