Evening With Eva Season 2 Episode 1

Previously On Evening With Eva…

She got up from her bed and opened a small closet hanging on the wall beside her bathroom door. There were different guns, cartridges and bullets on the shelves inside the closet. She picked a gold embroidered pistol and a .45 silenced automatic.

She faced the mirror in her room and applied a pink lipstick. She touched up her face and was looking very pretty and sexually provocative. She wore a very short and tight purple mini skirt, put on a white tank top and wore a purple net over the tank top. She put her guns in a medium sized purse. She entered her Benz E280, began the ignition and drove out of the mansion.

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S02E01

At 8pm The Colonel was ready. He got Ahmed’s phone and inserted the old sim. Ahmed took the phone from the Colonel and dialed Sheila’s number,

“Wait son. Don’t make that call yet. We have got to be ready immediately after the call. How many guns do you have?” The Colonel asked.

Ahmed frowned and shook his head.

“Not much Uncle, about two to three guns. Let me show you.” Ahmed said, getting up.

He led the Colonel to the corridor inside the house, opening the room adjacent the one they were in earlier in the day. It was the last room by the wall. The room was empty. Asides from a stack of plastic chairs by the tiled wall, the room was nothing to write home about.

There were no rooms, no entrances, nothing. Ahmed looked like he was lost. The Colonel waited for 70 seconds expecting the detective to say something. Ahmed was mute. He gave the impression that this was the wrong room. The Colonel looked at him.

“There’s nothing in here boy! Is this a joke? We have to move fast!” The Colonel asked irritated.

Ahmed smiled. He had just gotten the expression he wanted from his uncle. That feeling of disappointment. He moved the chairs, dragging them a little bit sideways away from the wall making sure he marked the exact height where the stack of chairs reached.

From the point he marked, he counted four tiles north. When he got to the fourth tile, he moved a finger to the edge of the tile and pressed. The tile turned inside out to reveal a small digital screen and a numerical keypad.

There was also a finger print scanner and a retinal activation. It was a high tech security safe. He looked back at his Uncle. The Colonel was not impressed. He had broken into more complicated vaults. He could take down Ahmed’s safe in four days max. Ahmed pressed a yellow button.

“Welcome Ahmed. Please provide retinal recognition.” A voice said from the device.

Ahmed leaned closer and a mild infra-red signal scanned his retina.

“Retinal Scan complete.” The voice said and continued. “Please provide fingerprint recognition.”

Ahmed placed his forefinger in the scanner and another infra-red signal scanned his prints.

“Prints accepted. Please enter password or Voice recognition.” The computer said.

Ahmed was dying to impress The Colonel who so far was staring with a straight face. His arms folded across his chest. Ahmed pressed a button on the device.

“Please enter voice password.” The voice said.

Ahmed read out the letters of the alphabet in a song like fashion.

“A,B,C,D,E,F,G…Now I know my 1,2,3. My name is Ahmed Haruna. Take it away.” He finished.

The Colonel laughed hard. What a joke, he thought to himself. He almost turned away to leave the room when the was a soft whooshing sound. A part of the wall where Ahmed stood, caved in and moved to the left, creating a small entrance into a room. Ahmed walked in and turned on a switch. The bulbs came on, illuminating the small room.

“Here we are.” The detective said, pleased with himself.

“I can see where you keep your two or three guns boy. This is impressive.” The Colonel said.

The colonel smiled as he walked into the enclosure. He was delighted at the caliber of artillery he saw. He went to a shelf and picked a rifle. It was a Kalashnikov AK-47 Assault Rifle. One of the best he ever handled.

He remembered his time at the military academy 13 years back. It was the perfect weapon. While he stroked the AK-47 in his hand, his eyes scanned the room looking at the other guns. There was a Thompson M1921 Sub Machine gun, an F-2000 Assault Rifle, a 1965 HK416 Assault rifle (a rare spec), an SPG classic, six .43 automatic pistols and a Uzi Sub-machine Gun.

Ahmed shared the same taste with him when it came to ammunitions. He turned and nodded at the detective smiling pleasantly. As he checked the cartridge of the AK-47 assault rifle, his eye caught something.

He bent low and pulled out the butt of a gun from the lower chamber. It was a DSR 50-Precision Sniper Rifle. His all-time favorite. Every spy loved to have this deadly piece of metal.

“Where did you get this my boy?!” The Colonel asked delightedly.

“Scavenged it from a crime scene.” Ahmed asked.

Ahmed picked one .43 pistol and inserted bullets in it while the Colonel took another. They corked their guns and got ready for action. Ahmed closed the ‘door’ after his uncle and pushed the chairs back. They exited the room and went into the sitting room.

“Make that call now.” The Colonel said handing the phone to Ahmed.

Ahmed dialed Shiela’s number. She picked on the first ring.

“Hello ma. My house was invaded. My dogs were killed… I don’t know. I can’t say. I did some research on some clues I got. Unknown men trailed me throughout today. I managed to shake them off.

I found out their hideout. It is beside my compound here. I cannot say for sure how many they are. Send backup just in case so we can move in tonight. 2 hours. Good. I’m ready. Bye” Ahmed said and hung up.

The Colonel nodded at Ahmed.

“They should get here anytime from now. Be ready. I will stand watch by this window and join you later.” The Colonel said.

Ahmed left the bedroom, took station by the bathroom, and waited for the Colonel to join him.

Max and Gerrar exited the bungalow, walking in the shadows and avoiding the ‘street lights’ shinning on every area of the street. They backed the fence, moving slowly and quietly. Max signaled for Gerrar to hold on.

They had gotten to Ahmed’s gate. Max crossed to the other side of the road. He walked past Ahmed house for 10 meters. Gerrar watched him. Max walked back towards Ahmed’s compound stopping in front of the gate.

He looked inside and knocked. No response. He knocked again. There was no reply. The initial plan was to pretend to be looking for number 12 of the street. If Ahmed came to the gate, Max would ask him for the street number and directions on how to get there.

While they were talking, Gerrar would appear from nowhere and take him out. So far Ahmed did not come out. He nodded to Gerrar.

The Colonel waited at the window for twenty minutes. His instincts told him to move to the roof. He would have a better view from there and see whatever was happening outside the compound.

He climbed the ladder attached to the water tank, continuing up until he was a few inches above the roof. He leaped gently from the ladder, landing softly on the padded roof. He walked to the edge of the roof and prostrated, keeping his jaw in both hands, his elbows acting like a tripod.

For six minutes, nothing happened. On the seventh minute, he saw a man cross the street and walk pass the house. He immediately sensed danger when the man crossed back to his side of the road retracing his steps.

When the man stopped at Ahmed’s gate and began to knock, the Colonel knew it was time. Immediately, he got up, half ran across the roof and jumped on the ladder. He raced down the ladder and got into the house through the back door. He made it just in time to see Ahmed moving to the front door, about to open it.

As fast as lightening, the Colonel moved to where Ahmed was, dragging him by the hand just as he was about to grab the door handle. Ahmed looked back frightened and almost pulled the trigger of his gun, when the Colonel put a finger on his mouth indicating that Ahmed be quiet.

He signaled to Ahmed that they had company and that he should be on the alert. Ahmed nodded. The Colonel signaled again that Ahmed wait at the door and do nothing, while he went to keep watch at the back entrance. The Colonel was as calm as ever. Ahmed’s heart was racing. He swallowed saliva and nodded again like a dummy.

After Max nodded his head at Gerrar, Gerrar leaped over the fence from outside, landing in Ahmed’s compound. As he landed, he simultaneously brought out his gun from his hip area and scanned the area.

He did not want anyone to take him unawares, especially dogs. When he was sure no one was alerted, he moved cautiously to the gate and silently opened the smaller area for Max to come in. Max shut the gate behind him noiselessly and moved ahead of Gerrar. They decided to take the back entrance.

Ahmed saw the way the two men entered his compound. He noticed they had military training. Their signals, silent communication and perfect sync scared the living daylight out of him.

He watched them move very slowly taking calculated steps toward the back of the house. They moved like they knew where they were going with the heavy one behind looking behind and scanning for aerial and ground threats.

He decided he would attack them from behind. Two quick head shots and they would both be dead. They would not see him coming. He smiled.

As the thought crossed his mind, his uncle stole into the sitting room.

“Any luck?” The Colonel whispered, barely audible.

“They are going to the back entrance. I will take them from behind. It would be easy.” The detective said.

“No! Don’t! I will handle this. Just cover me.” The Colonel ordered.

As the Colonel took silent steps towards the back entrance, Ahmed felt disgusted. Why would The Colonel want the glory for himself? For God’s sakes he was retired! His uncle did not completely trust him. He felt he was not good enough. All these thoughts ran through Ahmed’s head in milliseconds.

He decided he was going to show his uncle that he was no sissy. He turned and headed for the front door. The Colonel turned and noticed Ahmed heading for the front door. He tried to call him back but he was too late. Ahmed was already outside.

“Shiitt!!!” The Colonel cursed and raced after his nephew.

Ahmed was already way ahead. The Colonel did not want to run. He did not want to draw attention. So he moved fast, but very quietly. Ahmed could now see Gerrar, Max was right in front of him. Ahmed moved closer taking his aim at the back of Gerrar’s skull, moving closer still to get a clean shot.

3 seconds later, he had the perfect shot to take out Gerrar. As he took his final step to pull the trigger, his boots crushed some gravel. Gerrar turned. Max looked back too. Ahmed’s heart skipped a beat.

Gerrar brought up his gun to take his aim. Ahmed was quicker. Ahmed pulled the trigger and his bullet caught Gerrar squarely on the face. Blood splattered everywhere. Gerrar fell to the ground, his brains scattered everywhere.

Max rolled on the ground and fired two quick shots at Ahmed. A bullet caught Ahmed on his left thigh. He screamed, falling to the ground and holding his thigh. As Max ran closer to finish him off, The Colonel appeared from the corner. He fired three perfect shots at Max. He rolled on the ground and ducked behind the wall. A bullet caught him on the arm. He was bleeding.

The Colonel approached him, shooting at the wall. Pieces of bricks scattered around him. He moved backwards. The Colonel got to Ahmed and knelt on one knee, not taking his eyes off the wall. He felt Ahmed’s pulse. He was still alive.

“Hang in there my boy.” The Colonel said.

As the Colonel got up approaching Max, there were gunshots at the gate. The Colonel backed into the wall. He saw someone jump in from the fence and roll to the gate.

She got up and continued shooting sporadically at the Colonel. The Colonel backed away dragging Ahmed with him. He was out of rounds. He did not expect this much firepower. Max saw Sophia and ran towards her, shooting at the Colonel’s direction with his good hand.

Sophia covered him, her back to the gate while Max opened the gate and went out. Sophia moved slowly to the gate still shooting at the Colonel.

She got out of the gate, got into the car and sped out of the estate.

“How are you?” She asked Max as they sped along the road.

“I will be fine. Gerrar is dead.” Max replied.

Sophia did not say a word. Gerrar was her cousin. Her eyes were red.

She stepped on the accelerator and bit her lower lip.

Someone was going to pay for Gerrar’s death.

To be continued.

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