Previously On Evening With Eva…..
Sark put the throw pillow at the back of the Brigadier’s head and pulled the trigger. There was no sound. Blood splattered on the girls back as pieces of cotton scattered all over the room.
He pushed the Brigadier’s lifeless body away from the girl’s body as she turned, curling up on the bed with her hands embracing her knees.
She saw the emotionless, cold blooded killer look in his eyes. He did not look like someone who would show mercy. The Brigadier’s blood tricked down her shoulder and chest. She pleaded with Sark to spare her life.
Just then he remembered Sophia’s first lesson.
“Be Ruthless. Be very very ruthless. Be as gentle as a dove and as dangerous as a shark.”
The lifeless body of Thomas flashed before his eyes. He remembered dismembering his limbs and head.
There could be no witnesses. No compassion. She was collateral damage. She had to be taken out.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Just close your eyes.” Sark said.
For some strange reason she obeyed.
That was her last moment on the face of the earth lol
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Eva squinted as her eyes opened to the nearly blinding light from the fluorescent above her which illuminated every part of the room. Her head ached. She managed to sit up. She tried to remember where she was and how she got to this room.
She looked around the large bedroom. Every single item had an accent of pink. The sheets, the walls, the furniture and the blinds. She remembered the room. It was Sophia’s. How did she get to the mansion? She had not been here in two years.
She recollected the only time she had been in the room. She had explored her deepest fantasies and satisfied her lust with Sophia. It seemed like only yesterday. She got up slowly, putting her feet in the ready sleek slip on that was waiting on the floor.
She opened the door that led into the living room and walked in. What she saw almost made her jump out of her skin.
Sitting in the living room on the single couch was Sophia. She turned to look at Eva as the door opened. But Sophia was not alone. Sitting on the long three-seater couch opposite Sophia was Max, Shina and Ambrose.
The last person she saw was the source of her discomfort. Seated adjacent Ambrose on a small reclining chair was Sark.
“Frank? You!” She shouted, pointing at Sark and walking towards him.
Sark got up, buttoning the only button on his tux.
“Nice to meet you again, Eva.” Sark replied, a grin on his face.
Eva stopped dead in her tracks.
“How? Who? What?” She began to say obviously confused.
She looked around the room for some sort of explanation.
“Sit down Eva. It’s time for you to officially meet Sarpong Kwamena, your anchor.” Sophia said motioning for her to take the empty seat to her left.
Eva just looked dazed and confused. She tried to piece the pieces together but her brain was just refusing to cooperate. Shina got up, holding Eva by the waist and supporting her frame on his body, led her to an empty settee.
“Relax dear. You will get the whole picture soon” Shina said patting her back and touching the hair on her face.
Shina had been her mentor for three years and had developed a soft spot for her over the years. Watching her metamorphose from a good homely girl to the ultimate weapon had made him fall in love with her. He hid his feelings from her, always acting like the big brother.
Sophia cleared her throat.
“We have gotten to the final stage of this operation. This final mission is the most difficult and tasking this Corporation has ever dared to embark on. However, as long as we stick together and act as a body, a family, a unit which is close knit and compact, we will achieve a code green.
You my friends, will never need to do anything anymore. And with the General at the helm of affairs, nothing can go wrong. For the first time ever, the Deadly Quartet will be involved in the same mission including Max, Eva and Sark.” Sophia said and paused.
She looked at the faces of the agents in the room. They all looked indifferent. She knew they wanted details. She smiled.
“I wish I could tell you more, but I can’t. But I can tell you this much: Eva and Sark are the pole archers. An encrypted email will be sent to your individual accounts at 14:00hrs. It would self-delete fifteen minutes after delivery. In your own interests, be with your various devices. We reconvene tomorrow at mission time.” Sophia finished.
Sark was the first to get up.
“I guess my business here is done then. I am leaving.” He said, moving to where Sophia sat.
He got behind Sophia, bent low and kissed both cheeks gently. He picked the half-filled glass of vodka on the drinking table besides her, finishing the contents in one gulp.
“I’ll see you soon S.” Sark said walking away towards the door.
He shut the door behind him without looking back.
Tawo got down from the commercial plane looking very angry. He hated flying, especially within the Ghanaian Airspace. He had had two near death experiences flying locally. He avoided it if he could. He had not travelled by air in seven years. If it were possible, he would send Kojo to do his bidding. But this was a case he had to tackle head on. There was no time for delay. Speed was of the essence. So, twenty minutes after he had deciphered the location of the intruding transmission, he was on the next available flight to Takoradi.
He got a taxi from the airport heading straight to Hawk Eye’s residence. He paid the cab driver when they arrived and knocked on the gate.
“Who be that wey wan break my gate? U no get respect?” The Gateman screamed, opening a small rectangular space on the gate wide enough for only his face.
“Please I have a delivery for your Oga. Can I drop it here?” Tawo asked, shoving a paper bag in the man’s face
“Wetin dey inside the envelope?” The gateman asked.
“Would you like me to drop it? Or you want me to go with it? I don’t have time for your nonsense .” Tawo said, sounding impatient.
The gateman scrutinized Tawo again, assessing him carefully. Satisfied, he opened the gate to allow Tawo walk in.
That was his mistake.
As Tawo entered the compound, the gate man turned his back at him to lock the gate. Tawo brought out a handkerchief he had prepared specially for this purpose from the pocket inside his jacket.
He moved quickly, covering the man’s nose with the treated handkerchief. The struggle was very minimal. The gateman passed out. He dragged him into the small room beside the gate Tawo knew served as his room.
He shut the door and went inside the house.
The Colonel sat in a chair in the living room of the hotel, his right leg crossed over his left knee, arms folded across his chest and a grim look on his face. He checked his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It was now 6:45pm. He had been waiting for Ahmed for fifteen minutes now.
He hated working behind time. Now he was beginning to boil. He just could not afford to leave his nephew behind. Otherwise, he would have checked out long before then.
Ahmed walked slowly to the sitting room, holding his stomach. He sat heavily in the long couch and sighed. He breathed like a woman in labor.
“Uncle, I think you have to go without me. My stomach really hurts. And very little poo comes out when I go to the toilet. I think I have diarrhea.”
The Colonel looked at Ahmed with scorn.
“Can you make it at least outside Takoradi? We can lodge at Sunyani, then continue the trip to Kumasi tomorrow.” The Colonel said.
“I can try. Let’s go” Ahmed replied.
As he picked his bag and got to the door behind the Colonel, he immediately dropped them and ran to the toilet. The Colonel could hear his grunts from where he stood.
After a few minutes, he walked to the toilet holding his nose.
“I warned you not to eat that whatever you saw on the menu, Bujunoir means boiled octopus. Now, you are shitting your intestines out. How do you feel?” The Colonel inquired.
“Not good Uncle, Not…hmmmphhh..arrrrggghhhhh… hhmpphh….not..good… at… all ooooo” Ahmed replied.
“Alright then, we leave in the morning.” The Colonel replied.
He dropped the bags in the living room and went into the bed room to rest his head.
Tawo opened the door and walked into the house. As he moved into the waiting area, he brought out a silenced .45 semi-automatic from a holster strapped to his back. He saw movement in the brightly lit study ahead of him.
Hawk Eyes was deeply engrossed in whatever he was reading, his back to Tawo. Gun in one hand and the parcel in another, Tawo sneaked into the study tapping Hawk Eyes on the shoulder.
Upon seeing the gun, Hawk Eye shrieked in fear. He made to move to the table to his right but Tawo pointed the gun at his head.
“I would not do that if I were you. I have limited time on my hands. I am going to ask you this question only once. The life of your wife on holiday in Accra and that of your three children in Nigeria depend on what comes out of your mouth. What is the location of Colonel Haruna?” Tawo said.
Upon disclosure of the location of his family, Hawk Eyes spilled everything he knew, including the hotel where the Colonel now stayed.
“Thank you. You are Hawk Eyes but you never saw this coming did you?” Tawo asked.
Before Hawk Eyes could plead for dear life, Tawo pulled the trigger. Two bullets lodged themselves precisely in the eyes. He fell backwards, scattering chairs as he screamed. Tawo waited till he lost consciousness.
As Tawo left the compound he hoped that the gateman would come to quickly enough to save his master’s life. If not for anything, for Hawk Eyes’ own good.
Tawo got to the hotel the Colonel lodged in dressed in a flowing white jarabia . He smelled good and looked important. He went straight to the reception. There was a pretty petite lady on duty.
“Good Evening Dear. Did anyone lodge here recently? Two men? They are my brothers and I want to pay them a surprise visit.” He spoke confidently.
“What are their names please?” The receptionist asked.
“We are the Harunas. But I am sure they did not use Haruna to register.” Tawo replied.
“Are they expecting you sir?” The girl asked.
“No, I said it’s a surprise my dear.” Tawo replied.
“Sorry sir, the hotel policy does not allow us reveal the identity of our guests unless they request it. I am sorry sir, but I cannot help you.” She replied.
“But are they here?” Tawo asked.
“Maybe, maybe not.” The girl replied.
He reached into his Jarabia and pulled out a bundle of 500GH notes. He threw it to her and she quickly grabbed it put inside her bra.
“I have two men here that came in two days ago. They are the only ones that have been here a while. All our other guests are married couples. They are in room 013 but are checking out tomorrow morning. Would you like me to take you there?” The girl asked.
“You have done enough my dear. Thank you.” Tawo said and left the hotel.
He went to the car he hired for the night and took off his Jarabia. He repositioned the car to face the hotel exit and waited.
Finally, the time has come!
Some one is going to die today.
Who will it be?
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