Evening With Eva Season 3 Episode 11



Previously On Evening With Eva

I do not see The Colonel around but you have to make sure that you have your eyes wide open. He is the remaining part of this Take Out operation. As long as The Colonel is at large, we cannot relax. We have not won. .

“Roger that ma. We have found the location of the Colonel. After careful scanning and infiltration of the perimeter, we located their temporary hideout. However, he was not in the building when we got there. .

“Very well then soldier. Carry on. Keep me informed on all proceedings. Over and out.” Sophia finished, ending the conversation



It had been a very quiet twenty second flight.

Sophia did not really feel comfortable that she was leaving Kojo alone to handle the Colonel by himself but she had no choice. She had a greater demon to face and she had no shred of doubt in her mind that no one else could pull it off asides her.

She swallowed saliva and closed her eyes as they descended to eighteen feet above the ground. They were 600km away from Bee Hive. A huge Mack cooling truck came out of a right bend and sped on ahead of them. They moved carefully towards the van until it was directly on top above it.

The Van increased speed, moved a little distance away from them and parked in the middle of the road. They moved forwards, reducing speed as it got to the van. They were back above the van. Carefully, the plane landed on the roof of the van, its hinges sitting comfortably on the van. .

The pilot killed the engine of the plane. He stepped out onto the roof of the van and bent low, using customized iron restraints to fasten the plane to the van. When he was done he hit the roof of the van twice and screamed at the driver below them:


The van began to move slowly, gradually increasing speed, carrying the plane along on its roof. Seven minutes later, they got to the gate of the building where Bee Hive carried out all its operations. The gate was deserted and the surveillance cameras did not scan their vehicle for automatic access. Sophia smiled. All was going according to plan.

The pilot dropped a ladder from the plane to the ground and got off first, followed by Sophia and then the two thugs. The second thug carried Sark on his shoulder as he descended the ladder. Sophia waited at the gate as the thugs approached her.

“I guess this is where we part ways. You promised I would get a full reward.” The pilot said to Sophia as the thugs stood beside her.

“Yes I did. And I do not go back on my word, Never.” Sophia said. She nodded to the second thug.

He put his hand inside the bosom pocket of his jacket and took out three bundles of 50 notes, 15000gh. He handed it to the pilot, who collected it with a very pleased grin on his face.

“Would you like to count them before you leave?” Sophia asked.

“No. That won’t be necessary at all. Thank you. It was nice doing business with you madam.” The pilot said.

“You are welcome. Now leave. I am expecting guests any moment. And remember, do not start ignition till you get to the point where we joined the Van. Am I clear?” Sophia asked.

“Crystal clear ma’am” The pilot answered and headed back to the ladder.

He threw a bundle at the driver of the truck who had been in the truck all along. He climbed the ladder, folded it and signaled to the truck driver to move the truck. The truck reversed, faced the road and slowly picked up speed as it headed back to the high way.

Sophia had carefully estimated the time it took for them to get to BeeHive from the moment the plane landed on top of the van. It took about seven minutes. She had already set her stop watch as the truck drove away from the premises.

She waited patiently for the alarm on her clock to go off. On exactly seven minutes the alarm went off. She took out a small black detonator which had a red button on it. She pressed the button.

The plane exploded, its many parts scattering in different directions. The Van was not left out in the combustion as it also burst into flames, the fire consuming everything inside it. None of the men survived.

There was a small keypad attached to the gate which allowed for entry into the building. Sophia entered the password and the gate opened inwards. They walked into the building with Sophia in front and the thugs behind.

Sophia got out her .43 gold plated automatic pistol from her hip, corking it twice and attaching the silencer as they approached the door. As they got to the front door and tried to enter, an agent came out from the back of the building walking towards them.

“Good Evening Agent S. What brings you here? Is that not Sark?” The agent said surprised.

The agent was a snitch, one of the numerous spies who were faithful to the General. He had a record of not keeping his mouth shut and running to the General with every bit of new information he got whether the information was relevant or irrelevant. Sophia could not risk the chance.

In the twinkle of an eye, she pointed the gun at his forehead and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced his left eye, coming back out through the back of his head. Blood splattered all over his face. He fell in a heap. Dead.

Sophia turned to the second thug who was not holding anything.

“Take care of that. And make it snappy. When you are done, stand guard out here and watch out for anything. Let me know if you find anything out of the ordinary” She said, putting the gun back in her hip.

The thug nodded and went to the body. He pulled the corpse by the hands, dragging him behind the building. Sophia waited till he was out of sight then pushed the buttons on the keypad again. The door re-opened and they went in. The thug carrying Sark moved him from his left shoulder to his right one.

“He is heavy, yeah? You’re getting tired?” Sophia asked him.

“No ma’am. Just balancing the pressure on both sides of my body.” The thug replied. He knew the danger of answering in the affirmative. Sark was indeed heavy, weighing almost the same as him. He was actually getting tired, but he dared not say that he was.

They walked quickly to an elevator and rode it to the third floor. The elevator stopped and they got out. They stepped out onto a long corridor with the walls decorated with sparkling white tiles. The ends of the corridor could be seen from where they stood. There were no door, no windows, and no entrances. It was just a corridor.

Sophia smiled. Tawo was smart but not very smart. He had redesigned the building and had the BeeHive floor reconstructed with no entry point. It was the perfect design. No one could enter BeeHive from outside.

The agents in BeeHive were geeks, experts and gadget freaks who had no interest in any form of socialization. They lived, breathed and drank secret codes, information, satellite redirection and all other form of technological needs. They had no family. The random times they had to leave BeeHive, Tawo had specifically designed a special kind of goggle which rendered anyone who wore it blind as long as he had it on. Anyone except Kojo.

Kojo had been able to find a way to bypass the goggle’s programming. And to make matters easier, Tawo had a lot of respect for Kojo. He saw him as his successor, the younger brother he never had, and the friend he could rely on. He trusted him, perhaps a bit too much. He had told Kojo the secret passage into entering Bee Hive.

And Kojo had told Sophia.

Sophia walked right, advancing to the end of the corridor. She stood face to face with a brick wall. The thug behind her was beginning to pant now.

“Lay him down over there and stand beside him.” Sophia instructed pointing to the opposite wall behind him.

He did as commanded, gently laying Sark down on the ground, resting his back on the wall. Sophia turned and began to count the tiles from her right.


When she had gotten to the last tile count, she used her finger nail at the edge of that single tile, trying to claw out something. After a few claws, the tile face pulled off like a fake coating. She pulled the whitish skin-like cover off the tile to reveal a transparent screen like panel, the exact same size as the tile.

She put her whole left palm on the screen and applied a little pressure on it. The screen lit up and seconds later, some text appeared on the screen with a small box underneath the text.


It was a “Password”.

Sophia clicked on the small box and a small keypad appeared covering the whole screen. It contained entirely characters and symbols. Sophia typed the characters as she had been taught several times by Kojo and pressed the activate key.

The screen went blank. After several seconds, the wall beside her to her right split open from the middle sideways. It was not actually a wall but a door designed with bricks and tiles to look exactly like the other parts of the wall. No one could tell the difference.

“Welcome agent Tawo.” A computerized voice said as Sophia stepped into the enclosure.

She signaled to the thug and he quickly carried Sark and brought him inside the enclosure. The door closed and the small cubicle spun clockwise 180 degrees. As the door opened Sophia had pulled her gun out and had it behind her. They stepped into the large room which was divided into several sections with lots of cubicles.

There were twenty seven workstations in all, with different agents seated before them typing codes, tracing routes, writing algorithms and monitoring surveillance. A few agents looked up to stare at the new entrants but quickly continued with what they had been doing before.

They did not seem to be too bothered with who this woman was. None of them was trained in any form of physical combat so accosting them would be useless.

Sophia walked confidently to a big table which was at the extreme end of the room. A man in a sweat shirt and jeans stood with his back to them and his arms akimbo. He was starring seriously at a screen in front of him.

Sophia walked to the table, hitting it a few times with her free hand to get the man’s attention. The man turned and looked at her, staring in disbelief at the person who now stood in front of him.

“Sophia?” The man asked.

“Hello Agent Kwame . Who is in charge of things down here?” Sophia asked, sitting one butt on the edge of the table.

“I am.” Kwame replied.

Sophia pulled out the gun from behind her hip, pointing it at Agent Kwame’s chest. The frightened look on his face almost made her change her mind. He was a handsome lad, someone who could someday satisfy her sexual fantasies. But she had a job to do. She could always find a boy to indulge her cravings.

“Not anymore Kwame.” Sophia said.

She shot him on the chest, sending him backwards. He fell, hitting the screen on the wall and dragging it down with him as he fell. He was groaning softly, fighting to stay alive. Sophia climbed the table, standing over him like an eagle surveying its prey. He tried to reach into his pocket slowly, with the last strength he had.

Sophia shot him again, twice.

She turned to face the agents in the room who were now looking at her with fear written on their faces. They had all stopped what it is they were doing. Sophia sat on the table, swinging her legs. She removed the cartridge of the gun, checked the amount of bullets left, and inserted it back.

“Have no fear agents. My name is Sophia. I am your new Boss. Does anyone have any objections, questions or comments?” Sophia asked looking round at the agents.

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