Restless - Season 1 - Episode 16

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Restless - Season 1 - Episode 16

“I need to make them pay, all of them!”
Sheila sniffed in and took a look at Henry’s face.
Her face was soaked with tears as she listened
to Henry who she now knew as Carl tell his
story. She had only known the pain of loosing a
person- her mother – when she just got out of
high school and she tried to imagine the pain he
felt losing his wife and only child on the same
day, making it worse was that he had to watch
them helplessly burn to ashes in a house.
“I can imagine how you feel,” she said in a shaky
voice, sniffing in tears again. “The Doctor said
you woke up making threats to kill some people,
I believe you were angry at those men who took
your wife and child.”

“I was mad with myself, I watched as my wife
and my son were dragged, I saw them tied and
locked in that house and I watched the house
being set ablaze.” Henry recounted, the
flashback playing in his mind as he mentioned
each word.

Tears rolled down Sheila’s eyes uncontrollably
again and she quickly tried to wipe her face dry.
“I need to return to Bexford as soon as possible,
find the killers of my wife and child, and also
find out what happened to Rex and his family.”
“I understand you,” Sheila sniffed in again as
she spoke. “But you’re injured and you need to
recover first.”

“I’ve not got time Sheila, five months have gone
without any activity. I can’t afford to waste
more time because the more it lingers, the less
easier it will be to trace the killers.”
“I understand you but I still insist that you have
to get well first.”

Henry did not reply immediately, he seemed to
be lost in his thoughts again.

“First, I need a phone.” He said, looking into
Sheila’s eyes with some urgency.
“You have a phone,” Sheila replied.
“Oh! Yes, I do have a phone,” he recalled that
Sheila had gotten one for him. “I need to reach
someone as quick as I can.”
“Who do you want to reach?” Sheila asked.
“Someone I trust can help me, Agent Paul
Edwards.”

“Who is he?”
“My Boss in the FOX, he’s the only one I can
trust.”

“Are you sure you want to start with this
already? You want to start work immediately?
You need to recover!”
“No, I’m not starting with work immediately. I
just want to contact him and let him know I’m
alive. The FOX would make arrangements to
come pick me from here.”

A sad look appeared on Sheila’s face. She felt
sad that he had his regained his memory and all
he could think of was leaving so soon but she
also considered the pain he was feeling from his
loss.

“Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Are you
going to start investigating the killers of your
wife and son immediately in this condition?”
Sheila asked again.

Henry was short of words to reply with, he
remained silent for a while and avoided her
eyes. He did not want to look into her eyes for
two reasons; there was something in it which
made him feel guilty for thinking of abandoning
her so quick and there was also this calmness he
felt when he looked deep into her eyes, the only
one who had made him feel so was his wife.
“You’re right,” he finally said and looked briefly
into her eyes. “I have to give myself time to
recover first before I show myself to the FOX
and here in El Deols is the best place to do so.”

Sheila sq££zed his hand warmly in hers, staring
at his face passionately while he stared at the
ground.

“I’m happy that you’ve finally regained your
memory and that you can have your life back,”
Sheila said in a calm tone. Deep inside she was
feeling so sad because she knew his days with
her in El Deols were numbered.

“Thank you Sheila,” Henry replied with a smile.
“I’ll forever be grateful to you for saving my
life. I owe my life now to you and I’ll never
forget that, thank you for not giving up on me.”
“Henry, you need to stop thanking me for
that…” she stopped and smile with a side of her
lips tilted up. “I should learn to call you Carl
from now.”

“No, please call me Henry, I think I like Henry
and I’ll consider keeping the name for now.”
Henry replied. “But I’ll never stop thanking you
for what you did for me,” he added and he
sq££zed Sheila’s hand softly this time around.
“Thank God you are alive once again and awake,
you’ve survived a lot and I’m sure you would
survive more and overcome all the battles in
your way.”

“Thank you,” Henry smiled.
“It’s okay,” she patted him on the hand and
stepped down to the ground. “I got to see the
doctor now, please make sure you follow their
instructions so that you can recover quickly.”

“Yes, thanks.”
“I’ll be back shortly,” Sheila said and then
proceeded towards the door.

“Thanks Sheila,” Henry said under his breath.
He knew she did not hear him because she
didn’t turn until she stepped out through the
door.

*

“Miss Sheila, are you okay?” The doctor rushed
to her immediately she stepped out. He had
been waiting and listening patiently in the
corridor.

“Of course, I am.” She rolled her eyes. “Why did
you say he wasn’t well? He’s quite better than
the last time I saw him, all that’s left is healing
for his injuries.”

“Are you serious?” The doctor asked. “He was
mad at everyone few hours ago, but I believe
the drugs administered worked on him.”
Sheila shook her head, she was about to reply
him when she saw Angela at the other end of
the corridor, coming towards them. “I’ll be back
soon Doctor,” she said and then walked past the
doctor.

“Sheila! I’ve been worried about you, I didn’t
meet you at your place when I returned there. I
asked you not to leave the house without me,”
Angela said in a sharp tone.
“I’ve gotta get home now Angela,” Sheila said
and continued walking without replying
Angela’s query.

Angela turned and continued walking with
Sheila. “How is Henry now?”
“He’s fine, he’s awake, we spoke few minutes
ago.” Sheila answered.

“That’s good!” Angela replied sharp in a short
high pitched voice, almost running after Sheila
to catch up with her fast pace. “Why are you
walking so hurriedly?”

“I need to do something at home as soon as
possible,” Sheila replied.

“And what’s that?”
“Something personal.”

*

Forty minutes later, Sheila had gotten home and
was busy with her laptop in the room. She left
Angela in the living room alone.
She scrolled through the search results on the
webpage, she scrolled back up after reaching
the bottom of the web page and clicked on the
first search result which pointed to the FOX
corporation official website. She switched to the
second tab while the first tab loaded, her search
results for Agent Carl Winston was loaded
already. She clicked the result from Wikipedia
and then switched to the first tab again.

The FOX corporation official website was fully
loaded. She rested her back and slowly scrolled
through, reading every detail on the website.
It wasn’t her first time of hearing about the
FOX corporation but she had not for once had a
reason to search more concerning it, all she
knew about the agency were the things she read
or heard from the news concerning them.

She continued reading everything on the FOX
website, even though she wasn’t sure of what
she was looking for there. After reading the
information displayed on the homepage, she
switched the browser tabs again. The Wikipedia
webpage was fully loaded.

Agent Carl John Winston was a nine ranked
agent of the FOX, known to be one of the deadliest
and most brutal fighters in the world. He is
believed to have died on March 31, 2015 in the
Bexford sea after a battle with the invisible
terrorists also known as the Red Wolves. It is
believed that he was caught unawares by the Red
Wolves a day after he declared the defeat of the
terrorists. He was shot thrice and thrown into
the Bexford Sea. Till date, his body is yet to be
found and it is believed that it was swallowed by
the species of giant fishes discovered at the sea
during that period. The remnants of the invisible
terrorists were wiped away by other agents of the
FOX a week after his death.

Carl Winston was known for his skillfulness in
handling of guns and other weapons, he was a
fast shooter and a swift swordsman. His real age
at the time of death is unknown though he was
rumoured to be between the ages of 35 and 40.
His family and origin are also unknown to the
public due to his work as a secret agent.
Most of his battles and operations are mostly
believed to be carried out alongside his partner
Agent Rex of the FOX corporation who also died
the same day he died under the same
circumstances and the same manner.

Sheila stopped reading and right clicked on the
blue coloured “Agent Rex” in the article which
linked to the Wikipedia page on Agent Rex. She
also scrolled up and opened the link leading to
the invisible terrorists page on another tab.
She searched through the Wikipedia page for
images but saw none of a man except the FOX
Corporation’s logo.


___
Two Days Later
Magic Complex,
Bexford, Bethanna
Hutton stood looking outside through the large
transparent glass door of the balcony. He was in
a room at the fourth floor of the building. His
eyes followed a car as it drove out through the
gate of the compound.

Richard was standing at the center of the living
room, waiting for Hutton’s response to
something he had said. Hutton had delayed the
response for more than five minutes but
Richard was patient. He knew Hutton as a man
who was also slow to reply. Hutton always took
his time to think before speaking, it was part of
his character and that was why he was called the
strategist.

Hutton finally turned after drawing the curtains
close. “So…” He walked towards Richard and sat
on a sofa facing Richard, he crossed his legs. He
picked up an empty glass cup from the footstool
and held the teaspoon in it. He stared into the
cup like he was seeing something inside.
“So, Eddy is yet to convince the organization?”
“Yes,” Richard replied in a calm tone.
“How many more days do you think he needs to
do so?”

Richard was quiet, he did not know what
answer to give.

Hutton recognized that Richard was out of
ideas.

“What success have you made with the video
Eddy sent?” He asked, not waiting anymore for
an answer to his previous question.
“I’ve gone through the video more than ten
times and I’ve spotted that man only twice.”
Richard replied.


Hutton chuckled and looked up at Richard’s
face. He himself had also gone through the
video, but only twice and had spotted the face of
the man five times.

“Did you make a search for the image?” Hutton
asked.

“Yes, I did.”
“What were your results?”
“No results sir,” Richard answered in a shaky
voice. “The man was sitting at the very back of
the conference Hall, the camera only picked far
visions of him and they were so blur. The image
is unidentifiable when I zoom it.”
“You’re right,” Hutton replied and bounced to
his feet at once. He had also tried to search for
the image and got the same result. “He must
have chosen to sit at the back to prevent the
camera from having a good picture of him…”
“Sir…” Richard interrupted with stammering
lips. “Ermm, I think it’s the camera quality. The
hall is big truly but a camera of good quality
would have picked the image clearly even
though he was participating far the camera.”
Hutton stared directly into his eyes. “Do you
think such organization isn’t capable of
affording quality or multiple cameras? There
were several cameras in the hall.”
Richards lips trembled at the question, he
couldn’t give an answer.

“That conference was a high classed one and
there were also accredited secret developers
and agents in attendance, not every one who
attended would have loved to feature in the
video. The organizers understood this and made
arrangements, the secret developers had
somewhere special to sit and Carl chose to sit
with them. That is the same reason they
hesitate to work with us and grant us access to
the database from the attendance in the
conference.”

Richards stood still as the strategist walked
round him. He did not bother to argue his poin.
The strategist was always correct and he had
never seen him not made any mistake in his
judgements.

“We need to help Eddy convince them to
provide us that database or we help him take it
forcefully.”
____

September 4, 2015
Sheila’s Apartment
El Deols, Anthanna
“Can you let me move on my own? I can walk,”
Henry asked in a cheerful tone as he approached
the main door.

He had a crutch positioned under his left armpit
to support his movement, especially the left leg.
Sheila had been supporting him at the right side
all along, from the ward in the hospital to the
car and now at the house. He had asked her not
to worry several times like he just did again but
she always found herself going back to support
him.

“Okay,” she smiled and stepped back for him to
pass through the door on his own.
Henry moved into the house and advanced
slowly to the sofas in the living room. He
settled on a one seater with Sheila giving close
attention to him.

He took in a deep breath. It felt good to be out
of the hospital again. His eyes wandered about
the living room for a while and fell on the long
sofa. He remembered that sofa, it was the one
he had found Sheila and Tom in a romantic
mood months ago.
“Where should I take these to?” Dennis, Sheila’s
new bodyguard asked. He was new in the house
and did not know where Henry’s room was.
Sheila’s father had not only forced her to take
another bodyguard, he had put several other
security officers to watch over her secretly.
“Take it to Lesedi, she knows where to keep
them.” Sheila answered Dennis.
“What about Miss Tayo? When can we resume
our lectures?” Henry asked, seconds after
Dennis was out of sight.

Sheila shook her head and stared at him with
unbelieving eyes.

“You need to rest Henry, you can’t resume
lectures now.” She replied him.
“Of course, I’m not planning to resume
immediately,” he lied. “I only want to plan the
resumption.”
“I’ll tell you when you’re fit to resume,” Sheila
replied. “What you need now is rest.”
Henry faked a smile and looked away as he
rested his back. A worried look appeared on his
face. Before they left the hospital, the doctor
had kept on echoing that he needed to rest for
the meantime and not carry out any strenuous
activity, Sheila was also repeating the same but
he doubted if he could comply.
Every night since he regained his memory, the
cries of his wife and child always echoed in his
head and their pictures kept flashing through
his mind. It was the why he stopped Sheila from
calling him Carl. Whenever he heard the name,
he also heard the voice of his late wife. He
seemed to have lost the little peace he had
before getting his memory back. Since then,
everything that happened around and everyone
that came close to him always pointed to the
past unconsciously whether through their
words or actions. Deep in his spirit, he needed
peace for deep down in his soul, he was
RESTLESS.