The Guardians - Season 1 - Episode 50

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The Guardians - Season 1 - Episode 50

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Buba did not reply, he just
walked out without looking
back and closed the door
loudly while Kuyi walked over
to Ifeoma who was trying
hard not to cry in front of
anyone. She had hoped it will
end well but the reverse had
happened. Her head dropped
to the desk again and kuyi put
his hand on her back as he sat
down beside her;

“This is not your fault. You did
your best but it was not good
enough. It is the failure of the
collection of the military not
you alone”

Without raising her head, she
answered;

“But I am the head of the
military kuyi, this will all come
down on me and I don’t have
a place to hide”

“I will be here for you in case
you need someone to lean on.
it is about to rain hell and we
have to stick together”

“Thanks but please go. I need
to be alone right now”
“You should go home Ifeoma,
you can get some strength
there instead of burying
yourself here”

“Kuyi, you have done your
duty, please go. I really have to
be alone right now”

Kuyi got up and walked slowly
towards the door. He had
been trained and had learned
never to show emotions but
for some reason, Ifeoma was
someone he always made an
exception for. He had not seen
a woman rise that high from
the military and her
intelligence always amazed
him in a world which was
dominated by men and
sometimes he wondered
what it would be like to be in
her arms but he never
brought it up as it could mean
an end to both their careers.

He walked to the door,
pushed it andwalked out
leaving Ifeoma to sit down in
her uniform with her head on
the huge desk.

She remained in that position
for almost tem minutes until
she heard a soft knock on the
door. She was not in the
mood to see anyone so she
did not answer. She did not
even raise her head until she
heard an unfamiliar voice;
“Good morning ma’am, I have
been meaning to talk to you
all day”

She looked up and saw a
young man she had seen but
she could not place his face.

His hair was scattered and he
was not in his uniform;
“Who are you, what are you
doing here and how did you
get in?”

“I need you to follow me
ma’am”

She looked at him with
confusion written all over her
face as behind him, her own
personal bodyguard appeared
and signaled to her to come.

She got up reluctantly,
straightened her uniform and
walked out of the room and
the young man followed her
and the bodyguard walked
down the hall into the
elevator.

“What is this about Charles?”
she asked

Charles her bodyguard did not
reply he just looked at her an
put his right index finger over
his lips.

They got out of the elevator
and headed towards the
communications office of the
building and when they were
in, the young man said;
“Can you please switch off
your phone and give it to me
please?”

“What is this about?”
Charles said;
“I suggest you do what he
says. He showed me
something earlier but I could
not tell you since you have
been so busy all day”
She brought her phone and
switched it off and handed it
over to the young man who
started pushing some buttons
on a laptop in front of him
and he whispered to himself;
“Just as I thought”
Now ifeoma was really
confused;

“What is happening here, start
giving me answers”
The man looked up and said;
“Ma’am at communications,
we are tasked with making
sure there lines here work
fine and we also keep some
secure lines for special
purposes”

“I know what you do young
man, what I asked is why you
asked for my phone and why
you dragged me down here at
this time. I am extremely
stressed right now and really
not in a good mood”

“Well ma’am, we conduct
sweeps on all the rooms
including the phones of
selected officials and we
discovered something
surprising. You phone has
been bugged”

“What? How can that happen?
Who would dare?”
“it is not just your phone
ma’am, your cars, the
conference room, office and
your house also carry the
same the same type of bugs.
We did not discover it early
because the people doing it
are using the same devices
we use and shielded it
properly but we were able to
isolate it as it runs on a
different frequency as ours.
We tracked the frequency
back to source and we
discovered where the trace
came from”

Ifeoma looked up and signed;
“Don’t tell me it is the DMI. I
am going to kill Kuyi myself”
“Actually ma’am, the trace did
not come from the DMI which
is even surprising to me. The
trace came from the National
Security Agency”