(Agent Carl is spotted)
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“Hey baby!” Emery Jack sounded in a pleasant
voice as the call was answered.
“Hello Dad! We were on our way from the
airport but now going to the police office. Some
police officers followed us from the airport and
have arrested Henry.” Sheila replied him
hurriedly.
“What is the reason for his arrest?” Emery Jack
asked, the cheerfulness in his voice reduced.
“They didn’t tell me, they sounded like he’s
been wanted for long and they accused him of
trying to hide.”
Emery Jack noisy release of breath could be
heard over the phone. He was silent for almost
thirty seconds before he spoke again. “Sheila,
keep me updated with anything that happens,
we can only watch right now.”
“Dad! Can’t you call the police overseer and
demand for his release?” She queried in a
frustrated tone.
“Things don’t work that way Sheila, we don’t
know why he was arrested. I can’t ask for his
release. You know he could be truly guilty,”
Emery Jack answered.
“But Dad, we know he’s a different person now.
He doesn’t even remember whatever happened
in the past,” she pressed further.
“We know nothing Sheila,” the man answered
flatly. “Let’s allow the police go ahead with
their work and watch how things unfold, if
there’s need for us to come in, I’ll gladly step
in.”
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Henry’s mind was full of tension as they
continued in the vehicle. He wasn’t just
wondering what he was arrested for but also
trying to get back the picture that just flashed
through his mind. He closed his eyes and
struggled a bit mentally to recall, but a totally
different scene played in his mind.
He saw himself and a host of other uniformed
men standing in neatly arranged queues,
numbering up to a thousand in total. There
were some older men in front of them, in a
slightly different uniform from theirs. A man
with an entirely different uniform was
addressing them. Henry could not pick any of
the words been spoken by the man.
The vehicle made a sharp turn and jolted Henry
out of the playing scenes. He noticed that they
had left the direction of the airport totally. He
looked back to see if Sheila was still following
behind them and located her car behind two
other vehicles.
He turned to the front again, he saw the face of
the officer in the rearview mirror. He noticed
something, a moustache and beard on the man’s
face. His gaze lingered on the man’s face for a
while. He recalled that he had read sometime
ago about the Anthannian police and army, that
was when he was having the strange urge to join
the military. The beards on the man’s face was
quite more than what was allowed in the
Anthannian police. He turned to look at the face
of the man by his left side and it was quite
different, he wasn’t having strange beards on
but was having an hairstyle totally unacceptable
by the police.
He narrowed his gaze to the pocket side of the
uniforms shirt to check the b----t tag which was
supposed to carry the name and show the rank
of the officer. There was a name on the tag of
the officer by his left but the sign to indicate the
rank was missing. He turned to his right again.
He checked the b----t tag and strangely, it
carried the same name on the chest tag of the
other man.
Henry knew certainly that these men were fake
police officers but was confused as to who they
could be. Why would they dress up as police
officers to come get him? What was his crime
against them? And what were they planning to
do to him?
He recalled again that Sheila had told him he
was found after some men had dropped his
body in a body bag at the Nura River. Could this
be some of the men who wanted him dead? He
asked himself.
He turned to look back again. Sheila’s vehicle
had overtaken the two that previously overtook
hers. He was more afraid on realizing that the
men may not just stop at hurting him, they could
also try to hurt Sheila. He had the responsibility
of protecting Sheila from harm and couldn’t
afford to get her hurt for his sake.
“Dude, you gotta sit well and stop moving,” one
of the men complained.
“I’m feeling so uncomfortable with the manacles
and my hands behind,” Henry complained in a
bitter tone.
“And what are we supposed to do to that?” The
same man replied him.
Henry did not reply immediately. He searched
their bodies with his eyes to check the positions
of their guns. He located a pistol attached to the
belt of the man by his right. He leaned forward
to see the pockets of the men at the front seats,
the one at the passenger’s side had the pistol in
his pocket while the man at his left had one
attached to his belt side.
“I need to unbuckle my belt to stop it from
hurting me,” he said again after some seconds.
“I fastened it too tight.”
He got the men’s attention and they glanced
towards his belt area but looked away after
without saying anything.
“Can’t you help me with this?” He nudged the
man by his right. He quickly looked back again
to see the position of Sheila’s car.
He nudged the man again when he was ignored.
The man gave him an angry look but Henry
wasn’t perturbed.
“Help me unbuckle it,” he repeated, nodding his
head and pointing in direction of the buckle
with his eyes.
The man was going to ignore him but for the
looks on faces of the other men, he decided to
unbuckle the belt so that Henry could keep
quiet.
His two hands reached Henry’s belt slowly and
he was about to touch the buckle when Henry
made a jump to the body of the man on the
right, sitting on his laps and holding the man’s
body back with his.
He stamped the soles of his shoes heavily on the
face and chest of the man by the right. He
shifted his body and his hand pulled out the gun
from the belt side of the man he was sitting on.
He fired a quick shot into the leg of the man as
he stretched a kick with his left leg to the face
of man on the passenger’s side of the car who
was already making moves. He stamped more
kicks on the body of the man at the right as he
dragged his bum off the man’s leg but still held
the gun so that the mouth still touched the lap
of the man. The injured man behind tried to
drag the gun but Henry quickly fired another
shot into his leg, making him scream out loud.
The man’s hands reached for the handle of the
door and he opened it quickly in order to escape
as the driver drove the car to a halt quickly.
Henry stretched his right foot to the front to
kick the man at the passenger’s side and stop
him from taking out his gun, he used his leg to
hold the man’s neck to the side.
The car pulled over at a curb and the driver
stepped out immediately. The man at the right
side launched some quick blows to Henry’s
belly. Henry tried to resist but the driver of the
car attacked him from behind. He stopped
resisting and soon, the man at the passenger’s
seat had come out of the car and was ordering
him with the gun to step out. The driver also
picked the gun which had dropped off from
Henry’s hand and pointed it at him from
behind.
Henry stepped out of the vehicle slowly, staring
intently at the gun in the hands of the man in
front of him. The one who was sitting by the
right had moved to the bonnet side of the car.
Henry flashed a look sideways and noticed that
Sheila’s vehicle had also parked behind them.
“Go on your knees fool!” The man who was now
pointing the gun at Henry shouted out in anger.
He was still feeling the pains of the kicks Henry
had sent to him at the front seat where he was.
Henry could see the driver of the car coming
behind him as he knelt down.
“This guy is more dangerous than we assumed, I would have preferred we finish him
straightaway if the boss did not ask us to bring
him alive,” the driver said.
There were now two people pointing guns at
Henry, one at his back and one in front of him.
Henry was kneeling beside the parked car, his
right knee very close to the drainage.
“What’s happening here?”
“Please go back into your car Sheila,” Henry said
quickly in response to her question. He looked
at the back and saw her coming towards them
already.
“Shut up idiot!” The man at the front landed
Henry a blow on the face and he fell to the back,
the handcuffed hands at the back preventing his
back from touching the ground fullyHe
straightened his legs on the floor as he took
note of the man with the gun behind him.
“I suggest we gag his mouth, tie his legs and put
him in the boot of car. We’re on the road and
we are attracting too much attention already.”
The man at the back suggested.
The man in front shook his head in
disagreement, he seemed to be considering
Henry’s weight and how difficult it will be to tie
him and put him in the boot.
Henry managed to sit up on the floor, he noticed
the key of the handcuff hanging on the belt of
the man in front. The man was standing close
and was holding his gun just where Henry’s legs
could reach him. The man behind him was the
only issue, hands behind would not allow him
handle the man. He needed something to
distract him.
“What’s happening here?” Sheila asked again,
after taking some seconds to see the shot man
on the floor at the other side of the vehicle.
“Sheila,”Henry called aloud to get her attention.
“Sheila, get the bag I dropped under the seat of
your car for me.”
Sheila squinted,”What’s that?” She asked,
standing behind the man holding the gun.
“Just take out whatever you see in the bag and
use it,” Henry replied. He could see the look of
uncertainty appear on the men’s face. “Get it
quick Sheila.”
Sheila was confused, she wasn’t sure she had
seen him keep any bag somewhere. She
however turned back and walked towards the
car.
“Hold it there,” the man behind Henry said and
pointed his gun at Sheila, following her towards
the car to see what was there.
Sheila’s car was parked so close to the drainage
that there was no space to walk between the car
and the drainage unlike the way the police car
was parked, Sheila had to go through the other
side and the man had followed her.
It was the opportunity Henry was looking for.
He stared at the face of the man in front of him
and began to name funny faces at him. The man
squinted, it seemed as if Henry had gone insane.
He loosened his grip on the gun for a moment
and Henry took quick advantage. Before the
man could realize what was going on, Henry
kicked the gun up from his hands. Instead of
focusing on Henry, his eyes followed the gun
and before he came back to his senses,
something hit his g---n heavily. Henry had
gotten up and kicked him with the knee.
Henry pushed him to the ground with another
kick at the middle of his waist close to genital.
The third man was already coming closer and
wasn’t holding a gun.
Henry stopped beside the fallen man and
squatted, he held the key hung on the man’s
belt and dragged it off forcefully, damaging the
belt hole.
The third man was stood over the drainage,
bending to pick the gun which dropped into.
The pistol was halfway soaked in the dirty
water. He held it at the tip and was taking it out
when Henry’s knee hit his face.
“Hands up everyone!”
Henry heard a loud voice giving the command.
He turned back and looked. Some real
policemen had arrived, their vehicle was parked
behind Sheila’s.
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Ruthernard Estate, Bethanna.
“We have everything set for the next attack,”
Bernard said as he walked into the room where
Elvis Kahn was.
It wasn’t the conference room this time. It was
another room of the same size but having only
two chairs. The chairs were arranged behind a
arranged system of controls and a large screen
on the wall in front. The two seats were for the
leader and the strategist and the screen in front
was for viewing and assessing the organization
current plans, the feasibility and prospects. In
that room, the plans were put into practicals
using models. There the two men watched how
their plans and strategies were going to play out
in real life and also the expected response, a
review was done and correction made when
there was need to. However on this day, only
the leader was sitting in the room when Bernard
entered, the other chair was empty. There
strategist was somewhere else.
“Why are you telling me instead of executing
it?” The leader turned to the back in his swivel.
“Hutton called and ordered for us to take a
pause,” Bernard replied.
“Hutton! He hasn’t called me yet. He’s supposed
to be here with me,” Elvis Kahn breathed out
through his mouth.
“He called us…”
Bernard was yet to finish talking when the door
behind him opened and Hutton walked in.
“D--n you Hutton! Where have you been?”
Elvis Kahn asked as he watched Hutton
approach, he turned the swivel back to face the
screen.
“I ordered for them to take a pause,” Hutton
replied.
“He just told me, why did you do that?” Elvis
Kahn asked.
Hutton remained quiet until he got to the chair
beside Elvis and sat on it.
“I think I located Agent Carl,” Hutton said.
“Agent Carl?”
“Yes,” Hutton answered and brought out a
tablet device. He unlocked and navigated to the
gallery. “Here,” he continued, zooming a picture
to Kahn. “He was spotted at South Husan.”
Kahn stared at the picture. It wasn’t so clear
because it had to be zoomed. It was a picture
taken in an event centre with several people
dressed for an occasion. Hutton was showing
him only one man’s image.
“What makes you think this is Hutton? This
person may just look like him.” The leader said.
To him the man the strategist called Carl did not
in anyway look like Carl. He felt the strategist
was only unnecessarily been afraid of the dead
Carl.
“Kahn, this is Carl.” Hutton insisted.
“Okay, where was this picture taken?”
“A world developers conference on BUS signals
which held on South Husan, I should have
traveled to attend if I wasn’t busy. But I’m quite
convinced this is Carl.”
“I still think that person only looks like him to
you, Carl is dead, he’s gone forever.”
Hutton stared at the picture for sometime again.
He shook his head in disagreement with Kahn.
He was sure it was Carl, only with a changed
hairstyle and unusual choice of clothes.
“I will confirm if he’s Carl,”Hutton replied. “The
execution of the next explosion can now go
ahead, I had to stop it to confirm what location
that picture was first.”
“Good, the location is South Husan and even if
that was Carl. He cannot interrupt our
operations.”
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