Previously On Evening With Eva. .
We drove in silence for a while, navigating bends and going through bushes. I felt Sophia’s eyes on me as I looked far ahead in the distance, eagerly hoping that we burst into a busy major road.
I wanted to question her but I thought twice about it.
“Can I make a phone call on your phone ma?” I asked
“Sure. Why not?” She replied and handed me her Samsung S4. I tried to make a call on the phone and for some reason the call was not going through
“Welcome agents. I can see that we have all been familiarizing ourselves. There is cause for worry. Our organization has been infiltrated. This has never happened before. Good job by Sophia and Shina.
Detective Ahmed woke up to find himself in a very strange place. White tiled walls, strange smell and a very small and uncomfortable bed. He tried to move but he felt a sharp pain on his left wrist…
Tawo shut the door behind him and left the hospital. He got to the car park drove out
He sent an encrypted text to Sophia.
“I’m done. Your turn to move
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Sophia got out of the shower dripping wet, with a towel tied around her breasts level. She had another towel on her head as she walked into her huge bedroom and sat on a stool, facing a large mirror.
There were different kinds of tubes, creams and plastics around the table on which the mirror stood. She picked a small plastic tube and pressed the content into her palm. She rubbed it gently on her face, concentrating more on her cheeks.
She stood up and loosened the towel. She admired herself in the mirror, smiling as she caressed her flat stomach and cupped her firm and DD breast. She left the mirror and walked towards a door, opening it.
Different dresses and shoes stared her in the face. The walk-in closet had different sections. Shoes, jewelry, gowns, Shirts, and suits. At another part of the closet were stacks of folded jeans. She picked one pair of jeans and chose a long necked top.
As she got out of the closet, her phone beeped twice. There was a message from Tawo. The General had told her that she would be the next to move and that she should not check the contents of the file under her pillow until she had heard from Tawo.
She clicked the message. A box popped up asking for a password to decode it. She smiled. Typical Tawo’. She typed her secret code “dumso” and the message opened.
“I’m done. Your turn to move.”
She sighed and exited the message. Her phone suddenly went blank then came on with a new message.
“Self-destruct sequence complete. Press ok to begin factory reset.”
She did not panic. She had expected that. She went under her pillow and got out the file. It seemed very light. She put her hand inside it and got out a very tiny piece of paper. Neatly typed on it were the words:
“Initiate Operation Eva”
She did not know what that meant. She was confused. What was Operation Eva? She already had Eva in her custody. So what was this about? Her phone rang. It was the General. She picked.
“Evening General.” Sophia greeted.
“I can see the perplexed look on your face. I’m sure you have heard from the Chameleon. Haven’t you?” the General asked.
Sophia looked round. How in the world was he able to see her? She scanned the walls and corners of the house. She did not notice anything unusual.
“I got his message. But I do not think I have any information on the file I got sir.” Sophia replied.
“You don’t need to scan the walls for any device. You are wearing a jean and a round necked top. I am the General. You are my Lieutenants. I keep watch over you.
It is for your safety, and for the safety of the corporation. Someone will deliver a file to you in a few minutes. It is all paperwork. Take your time to study every detail. Your move is next. Do not disappoint me Sophia Mensah. Any questions?”
Sophia was surprised. The General never called her by her full name before. This must mean a lot to him.
“Could I get the file electronically sir? It would make it very easy and convenient to work with.” Sophia requested.
“I do not completely trust anyone in this Corporation. No one. Not even you. But there are some levels of trust I can vest in certain people. This is a very sensitive case. I am not convinced we have flushed out all the spies that have infiltrated us.
Electronic messages can be traced. I cannot risk that. The package being delivered to you has been sent to six different addresses before getting to your house. There’s a finger print and pupil scanner attached to the package which gives ONLY YOU the clearance to access it.
Any other form of intrusion will trigger the automatic self-destruct option. These are hard times my dear. Let’s work with it. Good night”
Sophia heard her door bell ring. Always on time. She opened the door, signed the delivery form and got the package from the dispatch rider.
She went to the backyard and opened the door to a thatched hut. She usually came in here when she needed to think. She was sure no wires were run here.
She opened the package.
I woke up startled. I did not know how long I had been out. I surveyed my environment. I was in a very large room. It was spacious and beautifully decorated. I wondered how I got there.
I got up from the bed and my feet fell into very comfortable loafers. I walked to the door and opened it. There was a small passage in front of me after which was a spiral stairwell.
I looked down at the sitting room. Luxurious chairs of exquisite taste. There was a huge plasma television on the wall. The walls were decorated by beautiful paintings and work of art.
A transparent chandelier hung from the ceiling. I walked down the steps slowly taking in the sights. My stomach rumbled. I was very hungry. I took the remote control and put on the television. A documentary channel was showing.
Just then the door opened and Sophia entered. She smiled at me.
I was in shock. I remembered that she was the last person I was with before I found myself here.
“Sark, we need to have a small talk.” She said.
I knew there was no point arguing with her or making any form of trouble.
I sat down and listened to everything she had to say.
Max drove into a heavily guarded compound. He wound down the window at the gate and showed his ID to the military officer. They nodded to each other, the barricade was cleared and he was allowed entry into the Fortress.
He took the elevator to the third floor. He got out and took the corridor to his right. There were doors left and right. He got to room 125 and surveyed the door. He brought out a special UV torch and scanned the door knob.
He was looking for finger prints. They were none. He removed a card from his wallet and slipped it into a slot in the key hole. The light changed from red to green and the door clicked.
He got a handkerchief from his pocket and turned the door knob. He stepped inside.
All of a sudden, he felt he was not alone. His instincts were never wrong. He brought out his pistol and became very alert. He walked slowly to the center of the room. He did not see the movement on time.
There was a gunshot. He fell on the floor in a loud thud. His head banged and he felt himself drowsing away. A tall figure stood in front of him. He pointed a gun at him and removed his mask.
“Where is the girl?” the man asked softly.
Max winced. He tried to get up but the man put his feet on his chest and corked his gun. He wore a very angry smile.
“I am going to ask only one more time. Where is Eva?”
Without warning, Max kicked the other leg of his attacker while bending to his right just in time to avoid the bullet from him. The man fell, hitting his head on the only couch in the room and his gun falling out of his hand to the further side of the room.
He got up and ran towards Max, trying to head butt him on the stomach. He caught Max on the rib with his forehead, sending them both spiraling into the center table.
Max was on the ground writhing in pain. The tall attacker got up and headed for the gun. He picked it and turned to face Max
Max was no longer on the ground. He turned to look for Max but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He moved towards the door. He was alert, holding the gun by his face and watching for any sign of Max.
He heard a sound from the other side of the room. He walked slowly to the place the sound came from. He found nothing. He heard a gun cork. He turned. That was his last moment alive.
Max shot him from close range, the bullet piercing his forehead. He fell down. Dead.
Max pushed a shelf of books away from the way and tapped the wall twice. A secret, transparent keypad materialized. He pressed some numbers and the stone wall opened inwards. Eva was in a chair, drugged. She was in deep sleep.
His orders were simple. Get her to the mansion.
He got her on his shoulders and left the fortress.
Detective Ahmed opened his small gate and entered his house. He was wearing a Manchester United Jersey and joggers. He was sweating lightly as he had just finished a 40minute jog. This had been the psychologist’s prescription as a way to get some of his memories back.
It had been four days since he was discharged from the hospital. He was angry for his inability to recall events from the past five weeks. He had a terrible feeling that it was not as a result of the accident as the doctors were trying to make him believe.
They told him he was suffering from partial amnesia. What bugged him most was the fact that it was only five weeks of memory loss he suffered. Why not more? Why not total amnesia? He was not satisfied with the mere fact that his past five weeks were blank.
No matter how hard he tried to recollect, he simply did not find any headway. This to him was more annoying than being alive. The jogging cleared his head. Made him think.
He sat down on his long couch and closed his eyes. He felt good. He was getting back in shape and he was feeling alive again. He was almost drifting into sleep when his phone beeped. It was a text message. He did not know the number.
“We want to thank everyone who was present at the burial of our beloved sister, friend, aunty and daughter Miss Mercy Owusu. May God continue to guide and protect you and your family. Thank you. Felix Owusu for the family.”
He could not believe his eyes. He read the message again. His own Agent Mercy? She was in an undercover assignment. He spoke to her a few days ago. What was happening? He called his Boss. She did not pick. He was very distressed. What was the cause of death? What other thing happened in his absence?
He had to find out. He had a quick shower and change of clothes. He got his keys and got into his black Toyota Corolla. He was going to the office. He needed answers and he had to find out. His instincts were never wrong and he had a very strong feeling that something was just not right.
A ‘red cab’ taxi was parked two houses away from Ahmed’s residence. Brenda and Iyke were on duty this time. They had watched him every day since his discharge from the hospital.
They always came in different cars to avoid suspicion and never parked at the same spot twice. Ahmed’s whole house had been bugged. Every sound coming from his house could be heard. His phones were bugged too. They listened in on every conversation and saw every text message and email.
They knew when he got the condolence text message. They were supposed to keep an eye on him and report anything unusual to Shina. They were aware that he tried to reach his Boss but was not successful.
So when he got in his car and drove off, they followed him making sure they were far behind not to be noticed and close enough to monitor him.
When Ahmed slowed down and turned to enter his office, the red cab sped off, the two agents inside acting out a heated discussion at the back while the driver acted uninterested. Ahmed did not suspect a thing.
When they got on Asafo interchange Iyke called Shina and informed him about all the things that happened that evening. Ahmed was at his office on a Sunday and was acting weird. He was also freaked out by the news of his ward’s death.
Shina called Ambrose. Ambrose did not pick.
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