Evening With Eva Season 2 Episode 11



Previously On Evening With Eva……

Tawo and his father entered the hotel. There was a middle aged man at the reception, behind a long desk. Immediately he saw the General he got up and saluted.

“Welcome sir!” he said.

“Easy Lukman. Are they still there?” The General asked.

“Yes sir.” Lukman replied.

“Good. Thank you.” The General replied.

He went into the elevator with Tawo closely behind.

“What just happened there?” Tawo asked as the elevator passed the second floor.

“I am the General.” His father replied.

Some one is going to die today.

Who will it be?

Love you all.



At the instructed time, Shina was in his home waiting for his email. He played Solitaire on his computer while he waited. He was yawning when he heard the email alert sound.

He quickly opened the email, eager to see its contents.

“Agent Shina. You are required to pick up Eva at noon tomorrow and drop her off at a location she would disclose to you. Thereafter, she will give you the destination you should head to next. That would be all. Thank you.”

Below the email content were two buttons. REJECT. ACCEPT.

He clicked on the ACCEPT button. Seconds after, the email vanished from his inbox. He did not panic. He was already used to it. He put on his jacket and went outside. He needed a drink.

Ambrose was pounding away on his new chick, her legs on his shoulders. They had taken a lot of alcohol and were now supercharged and over excited. The bed croaked under their weight as they unleashed pent up desires in pure unadulterated lust.

The girl was moaning softly, urging him to go deeper and faster. He felt himself reaching the peak. An alarm rang somewhere in the sitting area of the house. He look up at the wall clock while he satisfied himself. The alarm was to let him know that the email had arrived. He poured his essence into the girl and withdrew, from her.

He walked naked into his sitting room and picked his tablet. He had an email. He opened it.

“Agent Ambrose. You are to infiltrate the presidential security detail. Your ultimate target is to stall any move by the presidency on his travel plans to the United Arab Emirates. We will send you the full plans later.”

Ambrose clicked on the ACCEPT button and went back to the bedroom

Max was making orders online from the newest online mega store. He had bought a new 5D Tv, a 38mega pixel camera and was ordering for a pair of gold cufflinks when he got the email.

He opened it.

“Agent Max. You have been assigned as the Personal Assistant and guard of Agent Bravo. You are to do whatever he tells you. He will contact you.”

Tawo opened the car and got out. He sat on the bonnet, smoking a white London. Smoking cigarettes had a way of clearing his mind and making him think deeply. He had discarded the flowing Jarabia he wore a few hours earlier, now wearing a short sleeved shirt and jean trousers on top of a pair of white sneakers. He looked very simple and inconspicuous. He felt uneasy.

He had received an email from Corporation earlier asking him to be at the Mansion at noon the next day. He was not bothered about what the corporation had to say. He was on his own mission and settling this vendetta with the colonel superseded anything the Corporation wanted him for. He was so close to having the colonel now, he could not go back.

For the first time since he graduated from the Spy Academy, Tawo was nervous. He was so close to having the Colonel in his grasp. The Colonel had killed Francis and Gerrar, very fine agents whom he had personally recruited.

Although the death of the men did not directly affect him, that was enough reason for him to want a pound of flesh. The Colonel was a threat to his intelligence and to the Corporation. His father had promised to deal with the situation. Three years and counting, nothing was yet to be done.

“What has he done? What?” Tawo said to himself, blowing smoke from his nostrils. He hissed.

“If I had not tracked the Colonel now and even taken drastic steps, I would not have gotten this far. For three years, he has done nothing. Nothing is going stop me. Nothing!” Tawo soliloquizes.

He threw the butt of the finished cigarette on the asphalt, stepping on it.

It was dark now. He opened the back seat of the car, got in and closed the door. He put on the Air Conditioner and closed his eyes as the cold air cooled his skin.

He put his arms behind his head and relaxed. Nothing was going to go wrong.

He had barely closed his eyes for twenty minutes when he heard a gentle tap on the window glass. He ignored the intrusion into his quiet time. Whoever it was would leave when he was tired. The knocking on the glass continued. This was beginning to get irritating.

He opened his eyes. There was a man standing outside the car, smiling. It was pitch black and Tawo could not see the man’s face. He had a feeling this was a familiar person. He pushed a button by the door handle and the window wound down slowly. As the glass went in, he could not believe his eyes.

“Hello son. Warm night don’t you say?” the man greeted.

It was his father, The General.

Eva was listening to music on her iphone X when she got her own email. She clicked on it.

“Agent Eva. Agent Shina would pick you up at noon tomorrow. You are expected to be at Hotel Paradise at 15:00 hours. A suite on the west wing has been prepared for you. You are to lodge in the hotel and await further instructions.”

Eva accepted the mission. She walked to the bathroom and posed in front of the huge mirror on the wall. She needed a makeover.

Going back into the sitting room, she called her stylist.

“Afternoon Mira. I need a new hairdo. Can you be here in two hours? Thank you.” She said and hung up.

She plugged the earphones back into her ears and resumed listening to the music on her phone.

Sark was reading the latest edition of Style magazine. He had a bad taste when it came to mixing colors. If not for Austin, he would look terrible each time he was at a ball, a dinner or any event. Now, Austin had been redeployed and until he got another handyman, he was on his own.

He had a date in the evening with Maria, the pretty nurse he met when recovering. He had not seen or spoken to her in months. She had been in an operation in the Northern part of the country and just arrived in Kumasi. They had quickly arranged to meet at the movies.

He frowned as he could not make up his mind as to what he would wear. He was still flipping the pages of the magazine when his Ipad beep and announced:

“Email from Corporation.”

“Message content please.” Sark said.

The Ipad recognized his voice command and read out the message.

“Agent Shina has been compromised. Take him out. Leave no trace. He would be at Hotel Paradise. Arrive at noon and wait for him. Leave no trace. When mission is accomplished, return to the Hotel and ask for a room key in the name of Alexander Bashorun. It is a suite in the west wing of the hotel. Further instructions will be given to you later. Good luck.”

Sark was not the least surprised. His time with the Ghosts had prepared him for anything. He only wondered what Shina had done to deserve death. It was not in his place to ask questions.

He picked his ipad and accepted the mission. Shina was a member of the Deadly Quartet. Taking him out was not going to be an easy job. But Sark relished the challenge. This was the ultimate test of his capabilities.

He dropped the Ipad and climbed the stairs to the roof of his one story duplex.

He lay on his stomach watching the flowing water in the lagoon below him. He needed a plan. A very good plan.

Tawo was shocked to the bones. How in the world did the General get here? The General interrupted his thoughts.

“Tawo, come. We have a little catching up to do.” The General said, pointing to his car. There was a black shiny BMW XIV jeep behind him and two armed fierce looking thugs on guard. Tawo did not argue. He came down from his rented car, shut the door and walked past the General heading for the car.

“Tawo, you will not be coming back here. Is there nothing you want to take from that thing?” The General said, pointing to the rented car.

Tawo stopped walking and turned.

“Nothing General.” He replied angrily.

“Perhaps the white Jarabia you wore earlier? What about the parcel you have with you? Are you forgetting the treated handkerchief and the syringe in the car?” The General called after him.

Tawo was pissed. He was angry that his father knew everything. He had not spoken to anyone. He had done everything himself. The General was denting his ego and he knew it. There was nothing he could do now. He just had to obey. Sometimes, you could not afford to disobey the General, even if you are his son.

Tawo picked every exhibit from his car, put them in a small knapsack and sat with his father at the back of the car. The driver started the ignition but did not move the car. The Air Conditioning blew mildly.

“Tawo, you are my son. However, you are also a Super-Agent accountable to me, The General. I will forgive this indiscretion of yours one final time. I have been tracking the Colonel. I know everything he has been up to. I monitor all my Super-Agents, you inclusive. I do not want you to do something silly like you have already done today. Are you listening to me?” The General barked.

“Yes sir.” Tawo replied meekly.

“Good. I intend to go into that hotel. I do not trust you enough to go back to base and be a good boy. And I don’t want you guarded. You will come with me. I want no incidence. I want no trigger happy actions from you. Understand me?” The General warned.

“Yes sir.” Tawo replied, with his head bent. He could not afford to look at his father in the eye.

“If you disobey me again, I will kill you myself. Follow me” The General said.

They got out of the car.

The General nodded at one of his thugs. He understood the sign and immediately entered the jeep with his partner and drove off.

Tawo and his father entered the hotel. There was a middle aged man at the reception, behind a long desk. Immediately he saw the General he got up and saluted.

“Welcome sir!” he said.

“Easy Lukman. Are they still there?” The General asked.

“Yes sir.” Lukman replied.

“Good. Thank you.” The General replied.

He went into the elevator with Tawo closely behind.

“What just happened there?” Tawo asked as the elevator passed the second floor.

“I am the General.” His father replied.

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  1. this story gets interesting episode after episode.well i think tawo or sark will die today.u are doing a great job
    .keep it up dear.