Restless - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Restless - Season 1 - Episode 11

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(The Arrest)
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. MacNeith Hotel, South Husan
Sheila and Henry were sitting side by side in her
hotel room. She had on blue jean bumshorts and
a black top. Henry had a grey top on with black
shorts. They were sitting at the edge of the bed,
close to each other but appeared to be in a
serious mood. A laptop was on a stool in front
of them through which Sheila displayed some
figures to Henry.

“So, I don’t get the reason you had to go
through all those streets and buy some of the
tools without going into the company.” Henry
said to her in continuation of an ongoing
discussion.

“I needed to come here and have an overview of
the facilities and products before
commencement of the deal,” Sheila answered.
“The firm in question has no idea that I am here
or that a deal is on its way. I agree there are a
lot of good reports about them online but it’s
necessary to hear and see what people around
them think about them and the products.”
“So are you satisfied with what you’ve seen?”

“Yes, I’ve discovered the changes we need to
make it conform to our taste. The firm has
expertise in BUS signal codes and they need our
expertise in the high unit TRA encryption, we
would strike a good deal with them and also
help them.”


“The benefit of this deal is the BUS signal codes
we’re getting?”

“We are not just going to be getting the codes,
we’d be learning how to write them and they
would also learn TRA encryption from us. It
benefits both of us and they even need us more
right now.”

“Oh!”
“Apart from that, it’s also going to grant us
entry into these regions where the firm has
expanded to,” she explained, using a map being
displayed on the screen. She scrolled down and
stopped at a list of countries. “These countries
are also in need of products encrypted with TRA
and written with BUS signal codes. If we get
these codes, they would be attracted to us and
we would jointly make a lot of money.”

“Wow! Sounds like a great plan,” Henry
exclaimed looking at her face. “Did you come up
with this or your team?”

“Well, I found out about the BUS signal codes on
one of my trips for the UN. I introduced it to
the company and showed them the prospects.
Since then, we’ve been searching for a firm
which writes strong BUS codes and I identified
this firm. They have some challenges and are in
debt, so they have put up part of their company
for sale which no one has showed interest to
buy. In three days time, they would run
bankrupt if they can’t make the sale. So we are
not just buying their property, we are offering
them a merger.”

Henry smiled and leaned back a bit. “I’m
amazed at your intelligence Sheila,” he said,
looking at her face.

“Really?” She turned her face to look at him.
“Yeah, truly. You’re a young person with a lot of achievements already and you are not stopping
or slowing down your efforts. I really want to
be like you.”

“Hahaha,” she laughed loud and hit him
playfully on the shoulder. “You flatter me too
much.”

“No, I’m saying the truth.” He said in a serious
tone and grabbed her fist to stop her from
hitting him.
“Well,” she stopped and shrugged. She let out a
broad smile before talking. “Thank you, I think I
got my business intelligence from my Dad.”
“I quite agree with you, there’s no doubt you
would become one of the richest women in
Africa and in the world.”

“Here you go again!” She said, stressing her
words deeply as she rolled her eyes.
“No flattering, it’s the truth.” He quickly added.

With a smile on her face, she stared into his
eyes silently for a while and then hugged him
closely, placing her head on his shoulders again.

There was such warmth she felt around Henry
always which made her always feel comfortable.
Also the way he showed interest always in her
business and deals got her more endeared to
him. It was something she never felt when she
was with Tom. Tom was not usually interested
in what she did or support her unless he was
consciously asked to.


“Are you through with your work for tonight?”
Henry asked nudging her as he stared at the
laptop screen.

“Ermm… Nothing more to do until my legal
team and technical advisers arrive.” She replied
as she disengaged herself from him. She leaned
forward to shut down the laptop.

“That’s till afternoon tomorrow, so what would
we be doing until then?” Henry asked.
“Maybe, we can do some exercises tomorrow.
You’d teach me some fight moves,” she replied,
staring at his face before she wrapped her
hands around his body like she did before.
Henry chuckled at her mention of fight moves
again. “So why do you need to learn fight
moves? You want to go into wrestling?”
She laughed and then tilted her face up to look
at him. He was also staring at her.
“Would you like for me to go into wrestling if I
wanted to?”

“Never,” Henry’s lips trembled as he replied.
Their faces were so close again, just like it
happened in the car two days ago. He wondered
why she always put him in such a situation
where he would hold his breath unconsciously
and long to touch her lips with his. It happened
somehow that there was no kiss in the car two
days ago. At the moment their lips were
supposed to meet, the driver had decided to
make a surprising sharp turn that caused them a
jerking reaction in the car and made them pull
away from each other after the car continued in
its stable motion, both feeling embarrassed but
Henry with the more intense feeling.
It was a similar situation here but they were in
no car which would cause a jerking reaction,
they were in Sheila’s hotel room, far from
distractions in the world. They both felt tensed,
breaths held and eyes looking into each others.
Their faces moved closer and they were less
than a centimetre apart.
A phone rang.
It brought them back to reality and Sheila
disengaged herself from him quickly to answer
the call.
There was this awkward feeling again which
made Henry get up to his feet immediately. He
picked his things and waited for Sheila to finish
answering the call before he told her he was
retiring to his hotel room which was opposite
hers.


She didn’t argue as usual for him to stay a little
longer. She nodded her head gently in response
and looked away without talking.
“Goodnight Sheila.”
“Goodnight,” she said in a voice not louder than
a whisper.
She remained in the same position until she
heard the sound of the closing door. She fell
back to the bed and closed her eyes.
Several thoughts ran through her mind and she
began to feel so foolish as she wondered what
was happening to her. She had not been able to
get Henry off her mind in the past few days. She
felt silly for letting him dominate her thoughts
after she had only known him for few months.
She was sure there was no future with him, he
was a man who God had brought her way only
to help and who was soon leaving her to find his
own life, she needed to get him off her mind
completely. She realized she had allowed him
occupy too much of her thoughts and she was
gradually losing guard with him. She needed to
apply more care and probably spend lesser time
with him, she concluded in her mind.
She sat up and picked the notepad and pen
beside her laptop. She opened it and scribbled
something in the middle page. A member of her
team had just called to inform her that they had
secured their flight tickets to South Husan and
they would be leaving Bethanna by eight
o’clock.
They planned to meet with their prospective
partners that evening, after a developers
conference that would hold that afternoon
where they would book a meeting with them
for the next day and reveal their offer.
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Henry got into his room, feeling weak. Not
physical weakness, but something which felt
stronger than emotional weakness. He couldn’t
tell what was happening with him and Sheila
but he felt it wasn’t right. She was his
benefactor and he was indebted to her, he was
not supposed to take advantage of her emotions
in any way. Knowing that she had just come out
of a disappointing relationship with Tom and
she would be emotionally fragile, he needed to
avoid anything that would make her
emotionally entangled to him or do something
that they would later come to regret.
The bed shook as he fell flat on his face into it,
he pulled the pillow closer to his head and
buried his face in it. He tried to get Sheila off
his mind by thinking about how his life would
be when he finally left. Few minutes after
struggling to keep her away from his thoughts,
he couldn’t still do it. He heaved a sigh and
turned his face and whole body to face the
ceiling, he raised his right knee and then crossed
the other leg over it.
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Newland Estate, Ruthernard, Bethanna.
21:00 PM
The Red Wolves Executives were seated for
another meeting, in the same usual sitting
arrangement.

“It’s official, our operations can begin since we
confirmed the death of the Agent.” The Ghanian
man said aloud. He now had some boldness in
him which was missing in the last meeting.
“Yes, I agree with Bernard.” another man put in.

There were nods and sounds of agreement from
every corner except from two of the men, one
whom they called the strategist and the other
who was the leader of the group.

The leader of the team sat at the left hand
corner, he was mostly quiet during their
meetings and in their last meeting had only
spoken at the beginning and at the end. His
name was Elvis Kahn, a man in his late fifties.

He had a dual citizenship of Bethanna and the
United Land and resided mostly in the United
Land until the Wolves movement began years
ago. He was an ex agent of the United Land’s
forces who was dismissed after 25 years of
serving in the force. His outward look was that
of a strict man. He was well built, a little above
the average height. He was well trained in the
use of arms and ammunitions and was also a
very intelligent man.

The rest of the men became confused when they
noticed the other two men did not seem to
agree that they could continue with their
operations. They knew they only need one of
them to agree, when one did, the other would
also succumb, trusting in the ability of the other
one to make the right choice. Everybody placed
more attention on the strategist, he spoke more
than their leader did and came up with
strategies most of the time.

“I do think we can go ahead with our
operations.” One of them spoke finally, but it
was who they least expected – the leader.

There was total silence after. The strategist
wasn’t still talking.

“What do you think Hutton?” Elvis the leader
had to ask him.

“If you think we should go ahead, it’s fine.”
Hutton replied. “I will suggest that we just
thread carefully.”

“I think there’s no cause for alarm,” Elvis Kahn
continued, now addressing everyone. “There’s
no reason we should be scared of a dead agent.”

He added and then flashed a look at Hutton
again. “We’d continue with our operations and
hit the next target. Remember our plan is to
crumble the economy of the nation so that they
won’t be able to sponsor the FOX. It would take
time for the International bodies to lend
support because they would expect the FOX to
be fit enough to take charge, but it would be too
late when they’d realize that the FOX is weak.
We would penetrate one after the other into
neighboring countries and spread.”
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Four days after
El Deols Airport, El Deols, Anthanna.

Sheila and Henry finally returned to the country
after a successful business trip. It was a short
one but Henry felt glad he went. South Husan
was a beautiful country just like Sheila had told
him, and apart from the beautiful environment,
he had also learnt new things.
They sat at the backseat of the car with enough
space between each other this time around,
totally different from the manner at which they
sat while going to the airport few days ago.
After that night which the phone call disturbed
them, both had avoided being together alone
and doing things that had to bring their bodies
so close even though they still were not able to
get the thoughts of each other off their minds
completely.
“Did you say something to me?” Henry asked
after he heard her make a sound which he
wasn’t sure of.
She was busy making use of her phone and
reading business news on the youngicee website
while he was also busy with his phone.
“No, I wasn’t talking to you.” She looked at him
and replied. She had gotten so carried away with
the news that she didn’t realize her response
was loud for others to hear. “I’m not just happy
about what’s happening in Bethanna.”
“Bethanna?” Henry’s eyebrows gathered
together. “That sounds familiar.”
“Yeah, it’s a neighboring country to Anthanna.”

Sheila replied. “Earlier this year, they had issues
of terrorist attacks but they overcame with the
help of two secret FOX agents who died in the
process. But just three days ago, there was a
bomb blast at their Central Bank in the
country’s capital Bexford and over fifteen
people are already confirmed dead and more
than fifty in critical conditions.”

“That’s so bad!” Henry exclaimed, a sad frown
covering his face as he felt bad for the number
of people killed.

“Yes, so bad.”
Henry strangely felt so pained like someone
whose relative died in the bomb blast. He
minimized the running app on his phone and
opened his browser, he typed in youngicee.com
and quickly moved to their news section where
he scrolled to check the news.
He soon found it after using the search box and
he clicked on the link. He began to read the
news article which talked about the time, place
and the damages caused at the place of attack.
It also talked about two top FOX agents who
had died trying to end the terrorist
organization.

After reading the news, he wanted to know
more about the FOX agency, it sounded to him
like something familiar. He typed the word into
the search box and clicked on search. Three
seconds after, the search results displayed and
he scrolled through to make an option of which
link to choose.
It took him about thirty minutes reading about
the FOX agency and he didn’t feel contented
with the information gotten yet. He wanted to
search more about the agency when the driver
of the vehicle spoke.
“Madam, the police vehicle is waving us.”
Sheila looked up quickly, she turned her neck to
check what he was saying. A black police Hilux
was coming behind them.
“What do they want?” Sheila asked with a deep
frown on her face, expecting no answer to her
question. She pondered on the situation for a
brief moment before asking the driver to pull
over. “Let’s find out what they want.”

The driver turned on the vehicle indicator and
continued until the traffic was clear before
pulling to a curb.


The police vehicle pulled to a halt behind them
and three uniformed and armed men jumped
out of the vehicle and walked towards Sheila’s
car immediately.
“Step out of the car right now?” One of the
officers ordered in a loud voice, three of them
already splitting in different directions and
pointing their guns at them. “Put your hands
above your head as you come out.”
Henry was as confused as Sheila, so he followed
every step she took first. He waited until she
opened the door at her side before he did. He
also stepped out after her with his hands above
his head.

“You b******, step over here!” One of the men
yelled at Henry. “You think you can keep on
hiding?”

Henry’s heart began to beat fast as he concluded
that his past was already coming to hunt him.
With his hands raised above his head, he
walked slowly in direction of the officers. They
all had their guns pointing at him now, none
was pointing the gun at Sheila or the driver.
Sheila watched on as Henry moved closer to the
men. She felt so sorry for him. She had exposed
him to the public by allowing him take the job
of being her bodyguard and then making him
have to be at the airport and travel with her.
She was full of regrets. Here was Henry now, in
a past that he had always tried to avoid.
“Thank God we found him quickly Madam
Sheila, this guy is a dangerous man and would
have put you in trouble with his cunningness or
even hurt you.” One of the men said as they
ordered Henry to put his hands behind him and
handcuffed him.
Henry stared at Sheila’s face helplessly and he
could also see that she was full of regrets. It was
all over for him, he thought. He would never
have the new future he had dreamt and planned
for, he would have to face the consequences of
his past of which he remembered nothing.
“Move dude!” an Officer barked at him,
directing him towards their vehicle.
“Where are you taking him to?” Sheila
challenged.

“The police barracks,” the policeman replied
him.

“We’re coming with you,” Sheila said and made
a signal for her driver to get into the car.
“You don’t need to come with us Madam, but if
you want to make a statement against him, it’s
okay.”


The men led Henry into the police vehicle and
ordered him to get into the backseat, one of
them joined him by his left and another by the
right.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he sat with
his hands cuffed behind. He did not know what
awaited him. He felt sorry for himself.
He opened his eyes again when the vehicle
began to move, he noticed that Sheila’s vehicle
was following behind. He wished he could tell
her to forget about him but he knew she
wouldn’t listen. She had done enough for him
already, he should be left to reap the
consequences of whatever his past actions were.
He let out a deep breath again. He looked up
and his eyes met in the rearview mirror with
the eyes of the police man by his left, he looked
away after some seconds. His gaze moved to
the ground. He saw the shoes of the policemen
and the picture suddenly changed to another
man’s shoe. This man was standing, putting on
another uniform, totally different one. Henry
could see the guns attached to the belt of the
man’s trousers as the picture became fuller.
Then he saw the man’s face. Unexpectedly, it
was no one else but himself, a younger version
of him. He felt something like a shock and then
the picture disappeared totally. He shook his
head, trying to get the picture back but he
couldn’t, all he could see again were the
policemen shoes.