Sani was under pressure from the state government to arrest the guy with the sniper but he didn’t even have any clue as to where to find him. Just some few minutes back, the governor called him and was threatening to involve the nigerian army if NATU fails to do their job.
This is one of the most tasking mission NATU is embarking on and the state government might decide to scrap them if there were not efficient. All this and many more problems on his neck made him to regret why he left his Job in the sss just to become the director of NATU.
If things go wrong and they don’t find a way to change the status quo of events, then they might as well start learning trade because the government would not hesitate to scrap them and they will become jobless just like their colleagues in the other states.
He thought about the mouths he was supposed to feed, how on earth would he cater for his family when he gets sack? Perhaps all this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t listened to jimmy’s opinion.
But jimmy had been his trusted man in the corperation. If there are any two people sani trusts in his corperation then it has to be Jimmy and agent Musa.
He quickly called Jimmy.
“Jimmy Nwachukwu” Jimmy replied as soon as he picked the call.
“are you guys making headways?” sani asked
“I think you might want to see this” Jimmy replied.
Sani dropped the phone and smiled. This is one of the reasons he liked Jimmy, he is very efficient.
A well dressed man on suit walked into the prison Yard. He was looking corperate as if he was going for a business meeting. He was holding a black leather.
“Good afternoon officer” he greeted the warder on duty.
“Ehm.. Good afternoon, wetin i fit do for you?
“Ehm.. Officer i want…” he was saying something when his phone rang.
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“Hello. he picked the call.
What!!! My daughter got an accident? I will be there right away” he said and ended the call.
“Ehm, officer no vex, them just call me say my daughter get accident, i been wan see my friend but i no go fit see am again, just help me give am this food, him name na Olundare jacobs, na yesterday them transfer am come here” he handed the officer the leather.
“Tell am say na Dr. Amos bring am” he said.
“Oga, no be police station we they, na prison. We no dey collect food here, we the feed them” The warder informed him.
“Ah officer, na my friend o, and na him call me say make i bring food for am” The man said.
“Oya taste the food” the warder commanded.
“Oga na there small wahala dey. I get ulcer and pepper dey that food. My doctor say make i no eat pepper” he informed the warder and handed him some naira notes.
“just use this one buy pure water” he said.
The warder collected the money with smiles on his face.
“wetin be your friend name again?” he asked.
“Na Olundare jacobs” the man replied, stood up and left. When he got outside, he brought out his phone and dialed a number.
“mission accomplished” he said and ended the call.
The warder took the food to Jacobs.
“Olundare Jacobs” he called out. Jacobs bolted up immediately and went to the man.
“Dr. Amos say make i give you this food” he informed him.
Jacobs gracefully took the food and went to his corner to sit. Attah was snoring as he was fast asleep. Jacobs opened the food and saw the lap of an unlucky chicken sitting comfortably on a fried rice which looked very palatable. He swallowed saliva.
“This is going to be a wonderful meal” he thought.
Dr. Amos almost spoilt his car horn as if that would make the cars in front of him disappear. Sometimes he wished he lived in a less busy town.
He was sweating profusely and he didn’t even care, all he cared about was to prepare the antidote for his patient. He had spent close to thirty minutes in the hold up and he hasn’t even moved his car. An idea popped to his head. He picked up his phone and called his mechanic. In 20minutes time the mechanic was there. He handed over the key to his car to the mechanic and quickly crossed to the other lane where the hold up wasn’t as much as the one he parked his car. His plan was to follow one of his shortcut and when he gets to a clear road, he would stop a public transport vehicle.
He looked at his Benzodiazepine which he rapped in a black leather and smiled.
He was about going when a bike came from behind and snatched the leather from his hand
Hunger sometimes make us not to think properly. Jacobs was starving and here he was, face to face with a sumptious meal. He couldn’t wait till Attah wakes up because he didn’t trust the other inmates they could decide to collect the food from his hand.
He brought out the spoon and quickly scooped the rice. He was about taking it inside his mouth but his concious kept on disturbing him.
“Why would he be eating while his friend who had been helping him is sleeping in hunger?”
He decided to wake Attah. He slapped attah but the guy didn’t respond. He slapped him again but the guy rather switched position and continued his sweet sleep.
“Maybe God wants me to eat this one alone” Jacobs thought.
He concentrated on his rice and wanted to start eating when Attah opened his eyes slowly.
“Who gave you this food” Attah asked and immediately stood up.
“You are awake, i was trying to wake you but you didn’t wake” Jacobs replied.
“Thats not the question i asked, who gave you this food?”
“My friend Dr. Amos” Jacobs replied.
“Isn’t Amos supposed to be preparing the antidote? Did you see him?”
It was only then that Jacobs started seeing sense in what Attah was saying. He felt silly for even thinking about eating the food.
“Come, una see food the do guy shey? oya bring am” one of the inmates ordered and collected the rice. He took the rice to his corner and started eating it despite pleas from Jacobs and Attah.
He ate like a mad man. Who would blame him? Its been long since he ate That kind of food.
He got tired of the rice and he grabbed the chicken. After devouring it he pushed the plate aside and gave a loud belch.
“Life is good” he confessed.
Jacobs and Attah were watching in utter dissapointment, they just missed their meal all because of fear that the food was poisoned. There were still looking when something strange happened.
The guy who just finished eating the rice grabbed his neck as if trying to stop something from going down his throat. He fell to the ground and started shaking like a cursed chicken, a foamy substance was oozing from his mouth. All the Inmates stood there watching in awe.
He kept gasping for breathe, jerking while placing his hand on his chest. Suddenly, life was drained out of him. He gave up and la!d lifeless on the ground.
“Warder come o, person don die” someone shouted.
The prison warders all ran towards them but they didn’t enter the prison.
“Oya make una leave that place, we go call doctor” one of the men replied them and wanted to go when he remembered something.
“Mr. Jacobs, your lawyer wan see you”
Jacobs stood up and was led to another room where barrister clement was waiting for him. His left hand hung on a bandage which was placed across his neck.
“Clement, how are you doing?” Jacobs asked.
“Am okay, how are you faring in prison?” clement asked.
“Its been tough but i’m managing. So what brought you here?”
“Jacobs i dont know how to say this without sounding like a bad friend” clement started.
“What is it?” Jacobs asked.
“I’m withdrawing from the case”
Amos was thinking about how his friend would feel when he discovers that he failed in the little assignment given to him. He thought about the effect his failure would have on grace. He couldn’t go back to David because he wasn’t sure if David would have an extra reserve moreso, he wasn’t sure if David would give him one of his most precious chemicals, how he gave him about an hour ago was still a suprise to him.
All these, Amos was thinking in a split-second. He used all his thoughts as a motivation to run after the bikeman. He ran so fast like a gala seller chasing after a driver who refused to pay him.
“Thief!! thief!! He shouted while running after the bike. The bikeman looked back to see the guy chasing him but before he could concentrate on riding his bike, a driver ran into him.
He fell down and the Benzodiazepine fell from his hand.
He quickly got up and ran for his life. Nobody wants to be lynched by an angry mob.
Dr. Amos quickly ran and picked up the Benzodiazepine, he ignored the staring eyes and continued his journey.
By the time he got to his office, he had only 2hours left.
He went straight to the lab and started the preparation of the antidote. Now that was the tricky part. The antidote was supposed to be greenish in colour but all the test were giving him blue. He looked at his wrist watch and he was left with 30minutes. He looked at the Benzodiazepine, it was getting empty. He read the text message Again and he saw what he got wrong. The Benzodiazepine was supposed to be added in only two drops but he was busy pouring it.
He followed the instruction and got a ‘bluish-green’ colour. ”
“This should be it” he said and ran back to grace. He injected her the antidote and nothing happened.
“I guess i just have to wait” he said.
“Jimmy what have you got?” sani asked.
“Remember that cyberware we launched? That is supposed to detect emails with terrorist content?” Jimmy asked and sani nodded.
“well it just intercepted a mail from a well known terrorist. A truck loaded with snipers is arriving nigeria via the chad-maiduguri boarder”
“Any information on the transporter?” sani asked.
“mahamat hassane, a graduate of molecular physics from oxford university, went back to his country in 2012 to start up a farm”
“a graduate of molecular physics from one of the best universities went back to his country to start a farm? I think we gat our man” sani responded.
“prepare the chopper and send a tactical team, i want agent musa to lead the team”
i ll post remaining later on, just drop your comments okay.
To be continued