The Activist - Season 2 - Episode 8

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The Activist - Season 2 - Episode 8

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She looked at him unkindly, her cold eyes scrutinizing him cruelly. “What does it look like to you?” She asked him, still stark naked. Before she could turn back to the bag, she found herself on the floor.

“Fvck you!” She made an attempt to free herself from Dotun’s towel, which had masterfully hooked her leg, but Dotun pulled her towards him with it. As she was dragged towards him, she managed to pick a kitchen knife and used it to stab the floor. Being a kitchen knife, it did nothing but to make screeches around the room.

“Come over here!” Dotun grunted as she was finally at range. As he attempted to hold her with his hands, she t----t the knife towards him, rupturing blood vessels in his hand.

“Argh!” He shouted as he withdraw his hands away, giving her the chance to pull herself away from him. As he made another attempt to get her, she pulled out a gun from her bag and shot him twice.

Dotun slumped to the ground, presumably dead to the world.

The lady picked her com.

“Zveka, the assassin is down. Mission accomplished!” She said to whoever was at the other side.

“Michavileka, extract yourself from there unnoticed, with his documents and bring yourself to the extraction point.”

“Yes si.!” She could not complete the statement as a knife suddenly protruded out of her chest region. As she turned back in horror, she saw Dotun grinning at her, a bullet on his head.

“I can’t die b---h!” He said as he ripped out her heart with the blade and watched as she slumped to the ground, certainly dead.

Dotun quickly checked her bag and extracted her information. From what he could see, she was with the Russian Secret Service and was probably there to search and destroy any threat to the Prime Minister. He smiled and picked his bag, took out a couple of faces, neatly cut out to fit him and to be unnoticed. He picked one of them and took his bag.

He was going to change his hotel.

While Dotun was moving from one high class hotel to the other, Sunday was stationed at a small motel in Gwarinpa, in the same Abuja. He chose that place partially because he knew the owner of motel, secondly it was because he could move in and out of the main part of the city without being noticed. Like Dotun, his target was part of the G-12 only that his client wanted another target, not the Russian Prime Minister. He requested for the President of Nigeria, who was hosting the event. He also wanted the wife of the President dead as well and offered 24 Million as part payment, with the remaining 16 Million to be paid after a successful execution.

Sunday stood up and walked out of the motel in a tuxedo suit and black pants with sun-glasses. He had a mole on the inside who he was meeting today to gain entrance into the Civic Dome, where the meeting was taking place.

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While all these was happening on the outside, Wande was stalking Tade, Mr Kunle’s words ringing in her mind. The older man had warned her against following him, especially as he had washed his hands off the matter. Yet, she had the confidence that she could change how Tade was thinking.

At the moment, Tade was not on her mind. She was having a punishment to dish out to a certain Rachael. Rachael, to her was the nuisance that has been accommodated for too long. Despite the fact that she was the Vice President of the Student Union, she acted like she was the President, always mobilising students against people like her. Wande had just got to hear that she had paraded Monica, one of the hitmen of Black Brass as a cultist and that she was stripped naked and was a scene for public ridicule.
Wande was so much into her thoughts that she did not notice Rachael besides her.

“Wande, watch where you are going!” She admonished, as Wande was two steps(literally) away from a gutter. Wande eyed her and left the place, surprising Rachael but not her partner.
As Wande walked briskly away from the scene, Rachael tapped her partner.

“What’s up with her?” She asked with some concern and indignation.
“So you don’t know that Wande is a Black Brass member.”

Rachael looked at her in surprise. “Wande? LSS Vice President? Black Brass? Its a lie!”
“Dey der! She is even their leader. In fact, I suspect she has bad plans for you, since you disgraced her member. ”

“Shoo! Kafayat, how you sabi this one?”
“Free that thing! All her secrets are in here.” Kafayat said, hitting her left hand on her right palm. “Be careful of her, Rachael, be very careful around her.”