She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 46

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 46

Ahmed nodded, took the briefcase, la!d it in
front of the men and opened it. He started
working on the bombs inside the briefcase as
the men took off their clothes, leaving only
their shorts. Ahmed carefully joined some
wires together, pressed some buttons and
extricated the explosives from the briefcase.

He slowly attached the bombs carefully to
their bodies and they wore their clothes over
them. Ahmed smiled, turned to Tanzanki and
bowed, “They’re set.”

Tanzanki smirked and stood. He was looking
at them, “Just a reiteration, Tanki will strike
Lavington, Zainade will attend to Roman
Ridge and Musalam will take Gwagwalada.”

He concentrated his gaze on Musalam, “You
remember the instruction?”
Musalam nodded, “Very well, Pater.”
“That’s good.” Tanzanki dragged on his
cigarette, “Your planes are already waiting.
Hope the exact locations to strike have been
mastered by all?”

They nodded in unison, their faces dead.
Tanzanki moved to Tanki and Zainade and
patted them on their shoulders. A tear
immediately ran down his cheek, “You’re going for good.” He flung the tear away, “The Almighty will surely see you through this endeavour and finally, shall welcome you into his peaceful b---m.” He threw the dog-end to the floor and put a boot on it. He lit another stick, “At exactly 10:00AM, detonate the bombs.

The news will be broadcast
simultaneously.” He moved to Musalam and
sq££zed his shoulder, “Yours is the most
crucial, and I know you won’t fail.” He
released his hold, took a drag on his stick and
said, “We’re done here.”

The suicide bombers turned and left the
bunker. In the next ten minutes, they were
already airborne, heading to different African
countries.

Thelda and Anabel sat on a long couch in
Thelda’s apartment at Niger Street, waiting for Lucia. A bottle of wine and two glasses were on a stool in front of them. Anabel looked at her watch, “It’s over an hour and she hasn’t come.”

Thelda sipped her wine, “She has no reason
not to honour the invitation. She’ll certainly
come.”

Anabel took her glass in her palm and rested
her back slowly on the couch, “Has Reagan
picked up?”

Thelda’s eyelashes fluttered, “Not yet.” She took her phone from the seat, dialed him
again and placed the phone against her ear,
“He’s still not picking up.” Worry lines
appeared on her forehead as she kept the
phone on the couch.

Anabel sipped her wine, “Do you believe
Reagan didn’t kill Stella?”

Thelda kept her glass on the stool and faced
Anabel, “I don’t know.”

“Reagan has never done a thing like that. I
don’t think the lady that called you is sure
about what she told you. She’s probably
mistaking. Stella is dead.”

Thelda folded her arms on her chest and
began tapping her feet on the floor. She took
a long rattling breath and said, “But why is he not picking my calls? Something is certainly
wrong somewhere.”

Anabel sat up and adjusted that she was
facing Thelda, “We don’t have to conclude
yet.” She placed her palms on her knees, “I
still believe something kept Reagan from
picking up but he must have killed Stella.”

Thelda took her glass, “Let’s pray Lucia is
wrong.” She gulped down the wine and fought to appear calm, “But what if she’s right? What if Reagan didn’t kill Stella, do I tell the senator she’s still alive?”

Anabel shook her head immediately, “It won’t help. If that lady is right about Stella being alive, then we find a way and take Stella out.

The senator doesn’t appreciate being played
with and with Stella still remaining alive, the
world will definitely come to know everything.”

Thelda smirked and refilled her wine glass,
“You’re right. If Reagan has failed, someone else will succeed where he failed.”

Anabel managed a nod and refilled her glass.
They heard screech of tyres outside and
Thelda stood. She dropped her glass on the
stool and walked to the window. She pushed
the drapes aside, looked out and saw an
attractive lady open the rear door of a taxi
and get out. She observed she was almost as
beautiful as her daughter. She stood,
watching, until Lucia walked up the steps and
rang the bell. Anabel rose and moved to the
door. She opened it and was looking at the
very lady that made her life miserable many
years back. Lucia immediately recognized her
and gave a complacent smile.