Evening With Eva Season 1 Episode 10

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Previously On Evening With Eva

Eva stepped out of her room at a few minutes to eight. She looked very pretty and sweet. She wore a short red flowered gown which stopped just above her knees. Below that was a tight ash colored jegins which accentuated her hips and brought out her bum. She looked good. .

Every other person did the same. Eva concluded that they all had to do what Sophia did. Eva was amazed at what she had in front of her. She had indomie in her plate. Not just any kind of indomie but her favorite kind. It was garnished with diced carrots, green pepper, prawns and best of all two huge snails.

She looked at Shina with a wide smile on her face. Shina nodded back at her as if to say “We know EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU DEAR”. Sophia had a small grin on her face too.

“Let’s eat” Sophia commanded. Eva could not wait.

Colonel Haruna got out of his house and walked to his garage. He had previously given his driver a key and asked him to wash the red Murano jeep, informing him that he should get ready to drive him to Kumasi.

45 minutes later a black OPMESA patrol Van was parked across the Oduom – Accra express way on the route coming into Kumasi. The 3-lane road was now reduced to one as men in military uniforms were stopping and checking cars.

Shina did not get down from the Van but had given directions for the plate number they needed. After a while the army officer doing the search radioed Shina that they had the car in view. Three cars away. Shina was excited.

“Make sure he parks and do as instructed.” Shina radioed back.

They motioned the black Honda Accord to stop. They directed it to pull over just behind the patrol van.
The man knocked on the door.

“Can you roll down your mirror?” The man asked.

The mirror rolled down.

A young lad who looked like he was in his early twenties was at the wheel.

The Colonel was nowhere in the car.

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Two years ago after the Colonel had brought down the Marine Cartel, he was riding on his success. His name was on every islander’s lips. Criminals feared him. Mobs shook at his presence. He got a letter from Headquarters  in accra, asking him to appear for a second debriefing and a possible promotion.

Although no one knew this, he was overjoyed. People still saw him with his trademark straight face and no signs of flooding emotions. However deep inside, he was very excited. The Silicon Place was the highest command of hierarchy of the West African Union Intelligence Force.

The Force was overhead by a group of seasoned spies, exceptional detectives with unbelievable IQs and soldiers who had fought in the fore of the 2015 West African War.

He was shocked and delighted when he entered the Conference Room at the Silicon Place and saw that his mentor, The General was part of the board. After the debriefing, cross examination, and encouragement, he was dismissed and told he would be contacted.

The General showed no sign of recognition and he felt bad. He was surprised however when later that evening, he opened the door to his hotel room and saw the General standing in his room, his back to the door.

“Come in Haruna” The General said in an unfriendly tone, still backing him. The Colonel’s smile disappeared.

“Good evening General. I thought this was supposed to be my room sir?” The Colonel asked.

“It is your room. No one knows I am here. I’ll be quick.” The General said. He turned to face the Colonel and took of his glasses.

“You did a good job with your last operation. No one thought you would pull it off. For that I am going to give you the best gift you could ever imagine. Your Life. Leave town. Go somewhere remote. Resign. It is for your own good. You have another option. You can ignore my advice. You won’t live to celebrate your birthday. Good day Colonel.” The General finished and walked out of the room.

The Colonel was surprised and dumbfounded. He watched as the General left the room and shut the door behind him. This was hardly the man who he took like an elder brother. This was not the man who dotted on him all through his stay in Military School. Something had definitely gone wrong. He was not about to dig into the General’s past. He knew better. He did as the General commanded.

From his experience on the force he knew better than to trust anyone, so he always took extra precautions. He always had plans A-Z just in case. He was aware that there were spies set up around him in his villa. He did not know who exactly the spies were but he was very sure at least one of the people around him, from domestic staff to Personal assistant was a spy.

He shuffled his staff randomly without warning. It kept the number of spies reduced but did not totally eradicate them. He knew this, so he was always private. Always. He always stayed one step ahead.

So right from the time he received Ahmed’s call, he became extra vigilant. He called one of his mechanics who ran interstate errands for him.

“Wait for me at your shop. I will be there soon.” He said.

He knew he was going with the black Honda. The black Honda was a brand new car that he had not used before now. He was saving it for a day he would need to get Watchers off his back. He knew there were eyes on him, but he has not had any cause to shake them off recently.

Now that he did, he deliberately had his driver get the Jeep ready. He was not ready to make his movement known to anyone. He saw the alarmed look on the drivers face when he switched cars. He had suspected James for a while and his actions that morning sealed the coffin.

He wanted to sack him immediately. But he knew that whoever planted him there would suspect that he knew about James and would probably plant someone else who would even be deadlier than James and that would take him sometime to figure out. So he decided not to sack him. He planned to give him a raise when he comes back. This way he could monitor him closely, at least now he knew who his enemy was.

When he got to the Redeemed camp, he picked the mechanic he called earlier. They did not stop the car. The Colonel moved very slowly allowing the man to jump in. He opened a lower compartment in the car and brought out a brown envelope. He handed it to the mechanic.

“Did you bring your passport photograph as I texted you to?” The Colonel asked.

“Yes Oga.” The mechanic replied.

“Good. This is what you will do. You will drive this car like a normal human being from here to Oduom. Don’t drive the car like it’s yours. Do not over speed. The envelope in your hand contains the particulars of this car. Everything is in your name. If any policeman harasses you, give them my number. Do you understand?” The Colonel asked.

“I dey feel you baba.” The mechanic said nodding his head. The car was moving slowly at snail pace.

“Good. When you get to Kumasi, go to that Total filling station at asokwa and act like you want to buy fuel. Stay in the car. When the attendant is done fuelling the car, come out and create a scene.

Make enough noise and demand to see the manager. He is tall, fair, has a moustache and is bald headed. He will ask you if you want to go with him to his office. Tell him you need to pee first. Don’t forget! You need to pee!

He will show you the rest room, and then take you to his office. He will ask you for the thing and give you a small paper. Write your account number on that sheet of paper and the account name. DO NOT SAY A WORD. 100,000GH will be credited to your account in two weeks. The manager will give you 40,000 for the trouble. Remember, do not say a word!” The Colonel finished, stapling the mechanic’s passport photograph on one of the papers.

“Na the job be that, Oga mi?” The mechanic asked.

“That’s all you have to do. After you get the money, you leave the premises then do whatever you like with the money and the car. If anyone asks you how you got the car, after today, tell them it was a gift from me. And if police gives you trouble give them my number.” The Colonel finished, stopping the car and getting out.

The Colonel moved to the service lane of the road while the Mechanic got into the driver seat. He pressed the horn a few times and was so excited to own a new car.

“Hey!!!” The Colonel said bending over at the passenger window and showing him a finger.

“From now till you leave the filling station, behave like a human being! Or else!!!! Am I clear?” The Colonel warned.

“Oga mi, you clear pass pure water ok!!!” The Mechanic said.

The Colonel frowned at him.

“Sorry sir. I will totally ‘behave’ myself.” He said and drove off.

The Colonel stopped a taxi and entered it.

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Shina approached the Black Honda. He could not believe his eyes. They had monitored the car all the way. This could not have happened. How did the Colonel get out?

“Yes officer, what is happening here?” Shina asked the man who stopped the Black Honda.

“Sir, I am guessing this car is stolen property. He says it was a gift and the number he gave is not going through.” The man replied.

“What about his papers? His license? Are his documents complete?” Shina asked frowning.

“Everything is perfect sir.” The man answered.

Shina had a bug between his fingers. It was a very tiny pin that he would insert into the wrist of his target. It was the size of a rice grain. Even experts had a hard time figuring it out when it was inserted in a target’s body. He approached the Mechanic and spoke to him.

“Sorry for taking your time sir. But next time, try and make sure that the number you have is always reachable. Other police men may not be this nice. Thank you for your time.” Shina finished, outstretching his hand.

The mechanic took the hand and the shook. As their hands met, Shina inserted the bug in the mechanic’s wrist. The mechanic did not notice a thing.,

“Have a good day sir.” Shina said as the mechanic entered the car,

“Thanks sir.

He drove away.

“Let’s pack up boys. Today’s done.” Shina said to the leader of the pack.

He got into his own car and started the ignition. He picked his phone and called Tawo.

“Target was not in the vehicle. He somehow maneuvered his way and we lost him. I put a tracker on his decoy. Trace it and have a man on him.”

Ahmed was woken by a ringing bell. The bell rang only in his room and the sitting room. The ringing continued. He opened his front door and stood at the entrance. He stared for a long time at the person at the gate.

The man at the gate was looking like a hippie. Dark shades, huge T-shirt, baggy jeans and white trainers. He wore a hood over his head. He looked like a mistake from a fashion book. He was waving at Ahmed beckoning him to come closer. Ahmed wasn’t scared. He just did not want another mugger. He felt his gun at his sides, covered by his pyjamas.

After serious thought he approached the gate, all his senses alert.

He was at the gate and looked at the man. He did not recognize him.

“How can I help you?” Ahmed asked the man.

The man pulled his dark shades a little low just above his nose and said,

“Don’t you recognize me son?”

Ahmed opened his mouth, surprised.

” Colonel” he said smiling”

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