Evening With Eva Season 3 Episode 9



Previously On Evening With Eva….

Sophia smiled. She had witnessed the small drama. Her instincts had been right after all. Sark and Eva were not working alone.

The Colonel opened a plastic bottle of Coke and drank the contents up till half. He had lost contact with Sark a few minutes back. At first he almost panicked. But when the transponder came on again, he understood what had happened.

Someone had used a Sound Disrupter. Before the connection went off, there was a brief static. He had heard Sark’s barely audible groan before the connection came back on. He had tried to re-establish contact, calling Sark’s name several times to no avail.

Some one knew that Sark was not alone. The Colonel knew that if he decided to go in, the whole operation would be jeopardized. That was exactly what they wanted him to do. Draw him out of obscurity and nail him. Sark was going to have to find a way out of this one on his own. Deep inside him, The Colonel had no doubts whatsoever of what of he was capable of.

He sipped his coke and prayed that all would go well.



Ambrose was sitting in a chair inside a large and beautifully furnished office. He was laid back and relaxed, his back resting on the swivel chair and his legs crossed on the desk. He had his hands behind his head as he listened to the soft jazz that played from his very old Ipod Unlimited.

The office formerly belonged to Tawo. Upon his recovery Ambrose had been instructed to take control of the Operations of BeeHive. The current objective was to isolate The Colonel. Ambrose was also monitoring the Galleria Operation, serving as a back end last resort if things got out of hand.

“Incoming message from BeeHive Agent Ambrose.” An electronic voice said from the 42 inch computer screen on the wall in front of him.

“Let’s hear it Iris.” Ambrose replied.

“The Colonel left target coordinates eighteen hours ago. He was spotted in a black Mazda Mpv Le with unregistered plates. Sark and Eva were in the same car.” Iris finished.

Ambrose jerked from his chair and got up immediately. He pressed a button on his table.

“Tell me you have more than that.” Ambrose said.

The button was a direct connection to BeeHive working in the floor below him.

“Actually we do.” Someone replied.

“Is that Agent Naa?” Ambrose asked.

“Reporting sir. After we sent that mail, we tracked the car carefully, noting all landmarks that it had passed through. It stopped S70W degrees and has not moved beyond that for fifteen minutes now.

We tracked the coordinates and it is just half a kilometer before the Galleria. The images are being transferred to your screen as we speak” Naareplied.

Ambrose turned and faced the huge monitor hung on the wall. The satellite image of a map on the computer zoomed in on a street. It automatically got out the image of the car and its surrounding.

“Naa, deploy the micro sensors and give me an automatic scan of the whole car. Fingerprints, hair samples, saliva, fart

Fart? Naa reply

Yes fart anything! I need to know who and who were in that car. Get me the footages from the nearby CAMs.

Streamline them and pick out any relevant information that may be of use to us. I want that report immediately. I’m just got a cup of warm coffee from the mug. I’d better get that report before this coffee gets cold.” Ambrose threatened.

“Roger that sir.” Naa said and went off the line.

Ambrose opened the drawer to his desk and took out a long white ear piece. It had a single cable that connected his ears and his lips. He pressed a button on it and waited as it rang in his ears.

“Ambrose. Any updates?” Kojo said as Ambrose listened in through his earpiece.

Ambrose was pacing the room now, one hand on his hip while the other swiped an ipad.

“The Colonel is near you. We spotted his transport not too far from you. Bee Hive is currently looking for additional info. Be on the alert.” Ambrose warned.

“Copy that Ambrose. I will keep a watchful eye on proceedings although I think Agent S has an idea already. She has frozen the communication between Sark and The Colonel by activating the Ultra Sound Disrupter. Sark was wired and he fell out. I don’t know what she has planned and I haven’t been able to talk to her. I guess she wants no interference whatsoever.” Kojo replied.

“So we wait?” Ambrose asked

“No. Nobody waits. Just keep a tab on BeeHive. Be our eyes out here. We have five Cams around this 1kilometere radius. You can hack into them and control the surveillance system. Have Bee Hive maintain a constant trace, looking for matches between the exhibits they have and the available frames the surveillance would produce. If the Colonel makes a move you should be able to see it before I do. Then we can counter.” Kojo advised.

“Alright then soldier. Over and Out.” Ambrose replied and the line went dead.

As Ambrose sat back in his swivel chair, the door to his office opened.

“Hello Ambrose. Thank you for holding forte. I will take it from here.”

It was the General.

Sophia hid herself well among the large number of people ascending the steps in the viewing room of the cinema. She watched Sark and Eva from the corner of her eyes as they settled in their seats. Sophia walked past their row and turned right two rows after Sark’s. She sat in a chair directly behind them, settling in comfortably.

She had no idea what she was going to do or how she was going to proceed. She had no clear cut strategy or premeditated plan. And that was how she wanted it. She knew the importance of planning. Even Kojo had suggested that they come up with various attack and defense options just in case things got out of control.

Sophia had carefully listened as he presented his strategies for extraction and infiltration. The objective of the operation was to bug the targets, trace them to their nest and then attack.

Sophia had seen a lot in her career with GhostCorp especially since they began to deal with The Colonel. He was always one step ahead no matter how failsafe their plan was. With every check and balance, with every possibility factored in and with every loophole envisaged, they always came second best.

The Colonel was always in the know and was usually more intelligent. Initially, Sophia felt that there was someone leaking information to The Colonel. However after a series of serious investigations, she arrived at the answer;

The Colonel knew everything about GhostCorp and always predicted every possible step they would take. The chip she collected from Ambrose contained every information about GhostCorp prior to BeeHive’s reprogramming and updates. She had no doubt in her mind that The Colonel was aware of their little plan to rendezvous with Sark and Eva.

So she made her decision. She was going to go in with only one plan; to follow her instincts.

Settling in her seat she removed her necklace, putting it carefully in the small purse that she carried with her. The movie started and the room went graveyard silent. Sophia’s eyes did not leave the back of Sark’s head. She pondered different ways to place the bug in him.

Sark felt very uneasy. He was constantly aware of eyes behind him. He desperately wanted to turn and catch a glimpse of his stalker but he thought better of it. He drew Eva close to him, wrapping his big right arm around her shoulders.

They cuddled in that position affectionately like long lost lovers. To the normal eyes, it may seem like a lovers’ cuddle. But they did not just cuddle. Sark was telling her how he suspected someone was already onto them.

He felt eye peering at the back of his head. He could not just shake away the feeling. He told Eva he was going to use the rest room. If anyone followed after him, then she should follow. Eva pecked him lightly on the cheek and sank herself deeper in Sark’s embrace.

Five minutes later, Sark got up and went out of the viewing room.

Immediately he got up, Sophia thanked her stars. Finally she would get the chance to be alone with him. She immediately got up and followed him out of the room. As she stepped out she asked the guard standing outside the door where Sark took.

The guard signaled towards the ground floor. As Sophia began to move towards the same direction Sark had gone, she slowly but audibly whispered to the guard;

“Stop her pointing at Eva”

The guard did not need any further explanations. His orders were clear. He immediately stood erect and at attention, waiting for Eva to come out of the door at any moment. He checked his baton and straightened his starched black police uniform

Not too long after, Eva got up from her chair and walked through the door.

“No one is allowed to leave the cinemas lady” The guard said stopping Eva as she tried to leave the viewing room.

Eva ignored him and continued away from the door as the guard was talking. She walked fast, forcing the guard to come after her. He grabbed her by the elbow.

“I said no one is allowed to leave the viewing room.” The guard repeated, yanking her towards him with a strong, turgid pull on her elbow.

That was a huge mistake.

As he tried to force her hand behind her back, she punched his biceps with her free hand. She turned and twisted, freeing herself from his grip. He made to grab her neck with both hands but she saw it coming.

She clasped her hands together and put them in between his. She opened both hands forcefully, making his arms fly sideways. She punched him fiercely, a left punch on the chest and a right one in the belly. The guard was dazed but still strong. He made to get up from his sprawling position but she jumped in the air and launched a black flip kick to his face.

The guard fell on his face. He was not moving anymore.

Eva walked-ran into the male toilet. She half expected to see Sark and Sophia making out. But the toilet was empty. She was disoriented. There was a near tear in her eyes as she thought of where else to look for him.

She had no idea where else to look. She hurried to the staircase, jumping three steps at a time till she got to the second floor. She checked the male and female toilets in the second floor. Nothing. She was worried. She was desperate.

As she walked down the stairs dejectedly to the ground floor, hot tears fell from her cheeks. She had looked everywhere in the cinemas and could not find a trace of him

Eva knew how ruthless and dangerous GhostCorp was. She had once been an instrument in their employ. Once you were marked, you could not escape. She could not even begin to imagine the kind of torture that Sark would be going through at the moment.

Her heart was beating three times faster than normal. She checked where they had parked. The car was still there. She touched the bonnet to feel whether the car had been driven before she got out. There was no single sign of warmth.

After fifteen minutes of fruitless search, she walked back into the viewing room to get her handbag. She expected to see the guard waiting to pounce on her but he was not.

Eva could not be bothered. She was already emotionally drained and was already on edge. She walked slowly to her seat, picked up her bag and began to walk out of the viewing room.

Then suddenly she remembered something. She opened the small area where she kept the device that Sark had given her and took it out. She walked briskly to the stairs, got to the car park and entered her car.

She was panting as she got in the car. She closed the doors and engaged the central lock. She adjusted the rear view mirror as she peered into it, making sure that she was alone and not watched.

She put the tiny device inside her ear and it glowed green.

“Hello DaVinci. This is Diana. Are you there? Come in please. It’s a red alert.” Eva said, pressing her hand against her ears.

She silently hoped and prayed that a reply would come in from the other end. She looked sideways, turning left and right as she waited for the Colonel to reply her signals. The car park was getting deserted. People were thinning by the second as they went in to see the movie of the night. It was dark and eerie.

“Hello Da Vinci. Come in Davinci. This is a red alert over!” Eva said, raising her voice.

She was desperate now and almost in tears. She stifled a sob and bit her lower lip. She sniffed and cleaned her nose on the back of her palm. The Colonel doesn’t usually take this long to reply incoming messages.

As she rested her head on the chair dejectedly, two hands came out of nowhere and grabbed her. One holding her mouth and another covering her eyes.

She tried to let out a scream but nothing came out. Her screams were muffled by the palm covering her mouth

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