She Dies [completed] Season 1

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She Dies [completed] Season 1

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The Inspector General of the Gennanian police
force, Destiny Noel, strode leisurely down the
stairs, his fingers making quick, fussy
movements on the rails. Many things dwelt on
his mind. His legs buckled and he suddenly
stopped. A pulsating headache overtook him
and his heart palpitated with the rush of
adrenaline. After a while, he summoned a little
strength and hastened to the sitting room.
Soon, he was lying stretched out on a couch.

The previous day, his doctor had called his
attention to his rising blood pressure and
advised that he found sufficient time for rest.

When his doctor said that, he had stared at
him with utter defiance. Was he not aware the
nation was in a dire and complex situation?
He thought. “I’m the Inspector General of
police for goodness sake.” He told his doctor,
“The nation looks up to me to get her out of
this mess.” He said with a note of finality. The
doctor looked up at him and suggested, “Why
don’t you ask the president to give you some
days off. Your health is at stake and you can’t
help the nation if you break down.” The IG
smiled, “Thanks for your concern.” He
sq££zed his shoulder gently, “I’ll not
breakdown, not now.” And he had dismissed
him. Though the IG was glad when he was
appointed the Inspector General by the late
President Williams Bruno, the current security
condition of the nation was seriously weighing
down on him. To compound his misery, he
now lived on his past glory but was
determined to resurrect as the savior the
nation once knew. Even as he made up his
mind on this, he knew his chances were lean.

After a while, he shut his eyes and
concentrated his thoughts on the late
president. He remembered with pains how he
was murdered right under his nose and how
the police were still up to the moment kept in
the dark about the person behind his death.

At this point, he felt his headache increasing
and immediately swallowed some pills he took
from his B---m pocket. Reaching for a can of
water on the stool, he poured some quantity
into a glass and drank it. Feeling somewhat
relieved, he allowed his mind to drift and he
remembered vividly how he came to become
friends with late President Williams Bruno,
many years back, when they were still
undergraduates of Federal University of Efotu,
Genna.

*** It was a bright Thursday morning in the
Federal University of Efotu. The time was 7:45.
The campus was warm and caressing and
there was a cloudless sky above. The campus
buzzed as usual with students and lecturers
going about their daily routine. At the gigantic
campus gate stood a couple of armed military
men screening long line of cars that drove in
and out of the campus. Among the cars
driving in was Williams’ Honda Prelude.

The school gloried in being the oldest university in
the country and the only university built by
the British before they allowed Genna
independence. The dilapidated buildings
scattered all over the compound attested to
that fact. This particular morning, the
atmosphere of the campus seemed calm but
all was not normal. It was the month of the
first coup in the country, the month Major
General Robert Smart struck. Cultists cashed
in on the tension and confusion, which
engulfed the nation and terrorized both
students and lecturers with their nefarious
activities. They connived with the soldiers
working in the school and made the campus
hell for both staff and students. It was the
turn of Williams to be screened. He edged his
car to the gate and put a foot on the brakes,
“Williams Bruno,” he said, “a fourth year
student of law.” He pulled his ID card from his
pocket and showed the soldier who was now
leaning on the window of the passenger’s
seat. The soldier examined it scrupulously and
nodded.

“What’ve you got in the boot?” Williams shook his head, “Nothing.”

The soldier regarded him, “Let me have a
look.”

Williams shifted the gear to P, got out of the
car and moved behind the car, to the boot.
The soldier followed him. Williams unlocked
the boot. The soldier looked into it, nodded
and handed him his ID
“You can now go.” He waved him on.
Williams smiled, entered the car and sent it
forward. He drove up the main avenue,
slackened brakes and turned left, en route for
his classroom. He was only few miles to his
classroom when he saw them. Two cultists
rushed from under a yew tree to the road,
blocking him. They were holding pistols.
“Pull over here.” One of them said, pointing to
the side of the road, “You know the drill.”