Sark woke up startled. He was sweating profusely despite the intensity at which the air condition was blowing. He just had a nightmare. Was it? He saw himself chopping off a young man’s body limb by limb. Each time the sharp machete made contact with the dead flesh, little spurts of blood were deposited on his face. The dead man was screaming for help and begging for pity as he cut him mercilessly. Ignoring the man’s pleas, he took the huge pieces of meat with the bones dangling on one side and approached the den in the Fortress. The sight of the dogs alone brought fright to him.

The dogs were huge and menacingly wild. No one in his complete senses dared to enter the fortress when the dogs were not leashed or caged. There were three Rottweilers, two German Shepherds, one Husky, and one Wolf dog Hybrid. Ferocious dogs that were usually made to go very hungry before they were fed. The last time they ate was the evening before. And they were quite hungry, and ready to pounce.

As Sark approached they began to bark in their den, the Rottweilers spewing huge amounts of saliva from their mouths. he stood a few meters away from the Den. Even though the cage was locked tight, he still did not want to risk taking any chances. He began to throw the pieces of flesh into the cage. Some got in. Some did not. In the demented rush for the meat, the Wolf Dog Hybrid forced the cage open. It came after him and the remaining pieces of flesh he had with him. he ran for dear life. He ran as fast and as swift as his legs could carry him. But he was not fast enough. The Wolf Dog pursued him and caught up with him. It pounced on him, sinking its teeth in his right arm which he used as a shield to cover his face. He screamed.

Sark woke up.

He was sweating. He turned on the bedside lamp, partially illuminating the room and casting a small shadow on the walls. He looked up at the wall clock. 3:26am. He could not go back to sleep. He was haunted by the dogs. He got up from his bed and opened a door to his left. He entered the bathroom and saw a large brown bucket stained with a reddish liquid. He moved closer to inspect the bucket. He was shocked at what he saw inside. There was a human head soaked in a pool of blood. His heart raced. So it was not a dream after all. He suddenly wished it was all a dream.

He remembered all that happened the evening before. He recalled how Sophia had wasted the life of a promising young man just to prove a point. A ridiculous point. What in the world did they want with him anyway? He stopped starring at the bucket and face the small rectangular mirror on the wall by the sink. He washed his face and looked up at his reflection. He was looking very haggard. He hadn’t shaved in days and looked very unkempt. He made a mental note to ask for a clipper in the morning.

He got back to his room. He switched on the lights and looked around. He had previously scrubbed the tiled floors clean. The walls still had a little blood stain. That could be ignored, he told himself. He opened the drawer attached to his bedside table, pulling out a file. The first few pages contained a summary of his whole life and the past 4 months were summarized in more detail. He skipped that part and concentrated on the second module of the file. This contained a list of things he was supposed to do and a timeline for the completion of the tasks. He was expected of produce a 90% accuracy at the least.

There was a 3 months special online course on Cybersystems and Cyberspace. After that, 2 months of Router Hacking and Password Decryption. He had another four days of Wireless Systems, Radio Configuration and Cloud Redirection. His performance after all these would determine if they would continue with him to the advanced stage or discharge him. He did not like how that sounded. ‘Discharge’. He had a feeling that he would not be let go so easily. He feared the worst.

He closed the file and thought about his girlfriend in Canada. He had not spoken to her in over a week. He missed her. He missed his mother. He knew there were agents at her very doorstep and that really worried him.

He heaved a huge sigh. He was going to get to the bottom of this. No matter what it would take, he was not going to give up until he got to the end of the line, he closed his eyes and drifted into dreamland.

******

Tawo was furious. He was angry at himself and at the whole team. He was raging and venting his anger at anyone who as much as spoke a word to him. He sat on his swivel chair swaying left and right, both hands on his forehead. He was rubbing his temple and trying to find out where everything went wrong.

“Sir, there is…” Agent Max started but stopped when he saw the bloody look of anger in his superior’s eyes

“You have 15 seconds to say what you wanted to blurt. If I am not impressed, I will have you monitoring the CCTV at Park ‘N’ Shop by tomorrow.” Tawo threatened.
Max hesitated for a few seconds. He kept quiet. He knew that if he still did not speak, the same fate awaited him. He decided to say what he wanted to and hope that it impressed his Boss.

“Sir, upon gruesome scrutiny of the playback tapes of the bugging operation, I noticed a blind spot. We overlooked that little glitch but upon proper inspection, I noticed that it was actually not a glitch.” he said.

“You’ve got my attention. Go on.” Tawo said.

“There was a point that the target was stationary for about 90 seconds. That was our blind spot. I decided to check it out. I was able to override one of the surveillance cameras around the Redemption Camp. The nearest camera was a CAM70-Extreme. I zoomed in on it and adjusted the capture area.” he said, getting up and moving to the large touch screen monitor on the wall.

“This is where the target was blinking for 90 seconds,” He said touching a portion of the map. The touched portion grew large filling the whole screen. He continued.

“From here on wards for about 500 meters, there was no traffic and there are no fuel stations, restaurants, shops, fast foods or anything to make him stop. He was constantly on the move.” He touched a smaller portion of the now expanded map.

“This is the most acute angle that the camera could pick. I will rewind the footage of the camera at this point of the map sir.”

He pressed a button on the screen and a video footage appeared in very slow motion, at the exact point the mechanic came out from. It showed the Mechanic coming out of a small hut which served as his workshop, crossing the road and going left. There was nothing after that. Exactly 90 seconds later, the Black Honda zoomed past.

“Impressive ” Tawo asserted a smile on his lips.

“Thank you sir. The Colonel is very smart. He had the Mechanic come meet him at the exact spot where he knew that he would not be captured by the cameras. He deliberately put this Mechanic on the spot. We have no records against the young lad sir. I am sure he knew that. We can’t make him talk. It seems he is going to win with this one.” he concluded.

Tawo was thinking. His fingers were playing with his small beard. As the video replayed, something caught his eye.

“Stop that. Yes. Start the footage all over. And pause it on 03mins:14secs” Tawo ordered.
Max obeyed. They watched the video all over again. From the beginning, cars were passing. At 01mins: 16secs, the Mechanic crossed the road and started walking left. He was not visible anymore. At 02mins:55secs, they watched as the Black Honda zoomed past. Nothing happened for the next 17 seconds. Two seconds later, Tawo half screamed, “Pause Now!”.
There was a Danfo in the footage, pause as it was accelerating.

“That Danfo is just accelerating. Zoom in on the front passenger seat.” Tawo barked
and he did that. A blurred face with a white background.

“Now take that image and move it to the facial ID defragmenter. “ Tawo commanded.
Max pressed a button on the screen, used the tip his fingers to trace the edges of the image and pressed another button. With his two thumbs, he flipped the traced image in one very swift fast motion onto the next screen by his right.

“Image received. Scanning and Defragmentation in progress” came a computer voice from the screen.

They waited 12 seconds and then an image appeared before them. It was The Colonel in his white linen, Tawo smiled.

“Get me that bus registration plates.” He said to Max.

“Yes sir.”

He zoomed in on the registration plates, defragmented it and printed it out.

“Done sir.” he said.

“Good.” Tawo replied getting the printed sheet from him.

He pressed a button on his table. His voice went into loud speaker mode in another office on the previous floor below them. There were eight trained search agents in that room. Give them a tiny detail (a name or a place or a phone number) and they would search out and deliver every single information regarding it. They had access to any electronic device that had access to the internet or used a database. They were the best.

“Gerrar. This is Super-Agent Tawo. I want all routes taken by commercial van with registration plates BZ739FST between the hours of 6:30 and 7:30. You have 15 minutes.”
He pushed back his chair, put his legs on his table one on top of the other. He put his two hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

“I am going to nail this bastard.” He said to himself.

To be continued…

Previously On Evening With Eva.

“Did you bring your passport photograph as I texted you to?” The Colonel asked.

“Yes Oga.” The mechanic replied.

“Good. This is what you will do. You will drive this car like a normal human being from here to Oduom. Don’t drive the car like it’s yours. Do not over speed. The envelope in your hand contains the particulars of this car. Everything is in your name. If any policeman harasses you, give them my number. Do you understand?” The Colonel asked.

“I dey feel you baba.” The mechanic said nodding his head. The car was moving slowly at snail pace.

“Good. When you get to Kumasi, go to that Total filling station at asokwa and act like you want to buy fuel. Stay in the car. When the attendant is done fuelling the car, come out and create a scene.

After serious thought he approached the gate, all his senses alert.

He was at the gate and looked at the man. He did not recognize him.

“How can I help you?” Ahmed asked the man.

The man pulled his dark shades a little low just above his nose and said,

“Don’t you recognize me son?”

Ahmed opened his mouth, surprised.

” Colonel” he said smiling”

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S01E11

Ahmed was happy to see his Uncle after quite a while even though he was hoping it were under ‘prettier’ circumstances. He opened the gate and tried to hug him. The Colonel backed away, shaking his head slowly. Ahmed understood and stepped aside for his Uncle to come in.

They walked into his house making sure that there was a wide gap between them. He opened the door allowing his Uncle to enter the house first. He followed soon after.

As soon as The Colonel was in the house, he saw the white paper with the inscriptions in blood on the two opposite walls of the sitting room. He walked up to one of them and smelled the ink.

“Blood. Probably from a cow or a goat” he thought to himself.

He motioned Ahmed to come close to him. He hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears,

“Is there a room you hardly ever use?”

Ahmed nodded and led the way into a small corridor. There were two rooms at the end of the small corridor. He opened the one to his left and flashed a torch. A rat ran across the floor. There were a few cobwebs on the ceiling and the room was dusty and dirty. It didn’t look like anyone had been here in months.

The Colonel took off his disguise clothes to reveal the sparkling white linen he had earlier worn from home. He spread the large t-shirt he just removed on one of the stools he found and sat on it.

“This room is perfect.” The colonel said.

“It is so good to see you Uncle.” Ahmed said rushing to his uncle and hugging him.

“Sometimes, I wish I lived a normal life Uncle. Being a cop is a difficult life. I keep looking over my shoulder. I wake up every day not knowing which of my enemies is close to taking me out. It freaks me out sometimes and there is always no one to talk to.” Ahmed said looking at his Uncle.

“Son, our profession is a dangerous one. Till we die, we are always going to be wanted by the bad guys. You know that. And if you say you are scared, what should spies, double agents and people like me say?

Each day you wake up is another opportunity you have. Look at the bright side. You are better than the average man on the street. Your senses are sharper, you have strong instincts, you are trained in hand to hand combat, martial arts, and you have excellent skills in weaponry.

You cannot be taken down by just anybody. So son, use this amazing skill set you have to make a difference in the lives of the people you have sworn to protect.” The Colonel finished.

“Always Uncle, always.” Ahmed said.

Typical Colonel. He never misses an opportunity to give his ‘son’ a lecture. Ahmed was used to it now. They caught up on old times, telling each other about what has been happening in the past few years.

The Colonel loved to play video games just like Ahmed. They talked about what games they were currently playing and the stages. The Colonel said he just stumbled on HITMAN SUICIDE MISSIONS. Ahmed was going to try it out. Recently a lot had been happening around him. He had not had time for himself let alone video games.

“So what brings me here son? Let’s hear it.” The colonel said.

Ahmed cleared his throat and began to narrate the story. He started with waking up in a hospital, and losing his memory of the past few weeks. Doctors said he had slight amnesia and may recall the things he could not remember over time.

He also talked about how he found out about the death of Mercy, how his office was burgled and the guards were killed. The Colonel raised up a hand to stop Ahmed.

“Your office was burgled? What was stolen? What really happened? Describe every detail.” He questioned Ahmed.

“I had just left the office and was about to drive into the Estate when I got a call from Sheila that I should come back immediately…” Ahmed said.

“Sheila still heads the Combat Department?” The Colonel asked, interrupting him.

“No Uncle. She is now the Head of the GHANA Intelligence Operations department.” Ahmed said

“Hmmm. Go on son.” The Colonel said.

“So I got to the office and found an ambulance, a few coroners and Sheila. Sheila said that there were two guards dead, a corrupt file system on our database and a missing hard drive. Mine.

The alarm from the disrupted servers sent a signal to the local police and they were here in 6 minutes. They did not see anyone as they came in. The guards’ necks were twisted from behind. There was no trace. There were no clues”

“Any fingerprints, hair strands, blood, bullet casings?” The Colonel asked.

“None. The only bullet casing was from the gun of one of the dead guards. His finger prints are the only ones all over it.” Ahmed finished.

The Colonel sighed. He was rubbing his temples. Ahmed had seen this a lot of times. Whenever he did this he was getting some ideas and thinking seriously.

“These guys must be professionals. And they must have been watching you. What have you been doing on your computer during the days before the hard drive was stolen?” The Colonel asked

“Just monitoring Agent Mercy. Following up on her leads, and matching finger prints. When I got a message on my phone that she was just buried, I rushed to the office to confirm. It was true as her file had been deactivated. I could not continue with it so I left the office. Barely an hour later was the theft discovered.” Ahmed finished.

“What agency was she infiltrating?” The Colonel asked.

“Something about a ghost organization. She was still a rookie in their ranks so she was not really privy to any confidential stuff.” Ahmed finished.

The Colonel bowed his head. He should not have resigned. He closed his eyes. Everything began to make sense. The stealth, the perfection, the absence of clues. No mistakes. That was their style. Now he understood why Ahmed had called him.

The Colonel had been doing preliminary tracking of the Ghosts after his time with The Marine Cartel but dropped it after the General’s warning. He could sense Ahmed watching him. This was too much for Ahmed to handle.

Sheila was a fool. She should not have sent Agent Mercy in. What was she thinking? Just because Mercy was an excellent spy did not automatically translate to invincibility. She still had a lot to learn physically and psychologically.

Mercy did not have the slightest idea about the Ghosts. The name alone said it all. They were invisible. And only someone who could be invisible could undertake such an infiltration. Ahmed was a fantastic detective. The perfect cop. But he was a terrible spy.

He always allowed his emotions get in the way. He did not know how to mask feelings. That was the number one criteria for a double agent.

“Are you okay Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

“I am fine son. Tell me what happened in this house. I saw the banners.” The Colonel replied.

Ahmed narrated how he wasn’t comfortable that night. His instincts told him to get up but he felt reluctant to. He was tired from a busy day. A loud gunshot woke him and he got up to see one of the banners on his bedroom door.

He got to the sitting room and saw another two banners. He opened the door to the house to find his two dogs dead. His instincts told him he was being watched. His doors were not tampered with. They were opened from outside, which meant that the criminal had access to his home.

He immediately cut the electricity to the house and has been in darkness since. He did not know what else to do so he called.

“I think I have an idea what is going on. But first we need to do some work. You will get out of the house now. Go to any mobile phone store. Get a new phone and a new sim card, preferably a very low tech phone. The cheapest Nokia phone or China phone would be perfect.

Do not register the sim card. If the attendant gives you trouble, get it somewhere else. You would be followed right from the time you step out of this house. I think you are being watched. Do not take your car. Enter a commercial bus. Do not head straight to your destination.

The nearest shop is 15 minutes from here. Get there in one hour. Zig zag your way across town. Come down at any random bus stop then start walking. Turn back after 2 minutes of walking and start jogging. Look for shops with mirrors and stand in front of them abruptly while walking.

Look behind you through the mirror. You should see the agents tailing you trying to catch up. Since they are following you, it’s going to take a while to shake them off. It is not going to be easy but try and enjoy yourself while at it.

Be sure to have them lost before you get the items. Repeat the same thing on your way back to the house. The whole journey should normally take you about 30 minutes. Make sure you use over two hours. When you come back to the estate there will be agents already around the gate watching you enter.

You won’t see them but believe me they are there. Not to worry. They don’t know where you were and what you got. You will have them guessing at where you have been. These guys hate guessing. So they would be tighter next time. But that’s not a problem, son. I know what to do.” The Colonel said.

“Damn it. Uncle, this is what I have to do every day?” Ahmed asked.

“Yes Ahmed. This is just the beginning. If these people are who I think they are then we still have a lot to do.” The Colonel said getting up.

“Who are these people Uncle?” Ahmed asked.

“Son,” The Colonel said, putting a hand on Ahmed’s shoulder

“Just do as I say for now. You would know in due time.” He finished.

They walked towards the door of the dirty room. As Ahmed stepped out into the corridor, the Colonel held him by the collar and drew him back inside. He shut the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you son!!??” The Colonel barked through clenched teeth.

“This is no longer your house. I am sure this place is bugged! Until we get out all the devices that have been planted here, you behave as if there are land mines at every step! You have to calculate every step, be very alert and always be patient!!!” The Colonel finished.

“Noted sir.” Ahmed replied. He was scared.

“Let’s go to your bedroom.” The Colonel said.

They moved to his bedroom very quickly without saying a word. The Colonel pulled Ahmed close and asked him for a DVD disc. Ahmed rummaged through a drawer and found one. He handed it to the Colonel.

The Colonel took a chair from the sitting room and stood on it. Carefully, he placed the disk on the top left edge of the bedroom wall and began to scrape. He was scraping gently and moving slowly sideways. He was almost half way when a small cork sized object fell to the ground. Ahmed bent to pick it.

“Don’t!” The Colonel stopped him.

The Colonel got down from the chair and bent to examine the object. He took a pencil and flicked the object over a few times.

“This is a very high tech digital surveillance camera for enclosed spaced usually installed in pairs, called ‘screw and knot’. You can install one called the ‘bolt’ which works well, but is not as efficient as the pair. After installation and boot up, these devices must never be handled with bare hands.

They have been designed to be sensitive to the touch of the skin and would immediately inject the skin surface with a deadly toxin that would paralyze the handler if handled for more than two seconds. If you had touched it, you would have become a ‘vegetable’.” The colonel said, turning the device around with the pencil.

“Oh my God! Who the hell are these people?” Ahmed said putting both hands on his head.

The Colonel looked up at Ahmed from his crouching position. He pitied the poor boy. He had not even seen anything yet.

“Get a plier, a small plastic bag and another DVD disc. This is a ‘screw’. The ‘knot’ should be opposite this wall, beside your bed. The Colonel climbed the bed and began scraping the wall gently with the disc in his hand. He was scraping gently and moving slowly.

He was almost at the center of the wall when another object fell to the ground beside the bed, similar to the one before. Ahmed picked it up with the plier in his hand and added it to the one that fell initially.

“Now, your bedroom is clear. I have to do the other rooms. Go and get the items I told you to. I expect you in not less than two hours. Let’s synchronize our watches. Stop watch timer should be set to 2hrs and 5minutes. One. Two. Now!” The Colonel said.

They synchronized their watches as Ahmed got out of the house and the Colonel moved to the sitting room with a chair in one hand and a disc in the other.

It was home cleaning time.

After breakfast, Sophia asked Eva to wait behind. She beckoned her to the huge 4- seater leather sofa in the sitting area of the big parlor. After getting drinks from the bar, she came to Eva sitting opposite her in a small reclining chair. Eva took the offered glass of red wine.

“I know you must be wondering why you are here Eva. You really want to be with your loved ones. Your mum and your fiancé. That has been arranged. We have huge, huge plans for you sweetheart. Believe me, with time you would be glad with what we want to do with you.

Meanwhile, you are seeing your mother tonight. I am giving you an extra day to be with her. We have made plans for Kusi to spend three days in the country. He is coming in tomorrow. In your own interests, utilize the time well and do not raise suspicion.

Out of the goodness of my heart, I am going to let you be with Kusi till he travels back. I am usually not this nice. You will see him off to the airport. When he has boarded, someone will pick you from the airport. If I smell any foul play I will kill every single person that matters to you. Every single person.”

Sophia was talking and smiling so pleasantly at the same time. Eva used to have a Boss like that who was so deadly, so she knew Sophia was not bluffing. Eva simply nodded and gulped her drink. The threats suddenly made her throat dry. She swallowed.

“Oh, silly me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sophia. Just call me S. Few people do.” Sophia finished.

“When can I leave for my mum’s please?” Eva asked meekly.

“Your escort would be ready for you at 3pm. Be ready then.” Sophia finished

Although she did not feel comfortable around Sophia, Eva was in love with her finesse. She had class, and looked like a runway model. She loved Sophia’s light use of make-up, her beautiful way of combining colors and the way she carried herself. She was lost in admiration of the physical qualities of this powerful stranger.

Sophia’s laugh brought her back to the present.

“Do you do girls?” Sophia asked. Sophia already knew the answer to this question.

“I used to. But I stopped since I started working. I haven’t felt the touch of a woman in a long time now.” Eva replied.

“Would you like to have a taste of me, Eva?” Sophia asked batting her eyelids and giving a sexy smile.

Her dimples went even deeper and she bit her lower lip. Eva blushed. She did not know if it was the alcohol or her secret admiration of the woman before her but she felt herself tingle down below.

“Ermm…Ermm… I really don’t know.” Eva said looking down at her glass. She was holding the glass with two hands now, her heart beating fast.

Sophia dropped her glass on the table beside her and walked to where Eva sat, taking calculated, sensual steps. She sat beside Eva, took the glass from her hands and dropped it on the floor.

Sophia stroked Eva’s fine natural hair with her hands, slowly and passionately. Eva’s legs shook. Sophia bent to kiss her ear, flicking her tongue in Eva’s ear in quick fast succession. Eva closed her eyes and her body shook with lust. Eva licked her lips.

Sophia held Eva’s hand in hers. Eva opened her eyes.

“Let’s go inside. Follow me.” Sophia said

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Previously On Evening With Eva

Eva stepped out of her room at a few minutes to eight. She looked very pretty and sweet. She wore a short red flowered gown which stopped just above her knees. Below that was a tight ash colored jegins which accentuated her hips and brought out her bum. She looked good. .

Every other person did the same. Eva concluded that they all had to do what Sophia did. Eva was amazed at what she had in front of her. She had indomie in her plate. Not just any kind of indomie but her favorite kind. It was garnished with diced carrots, green pepper, prawns and best of all two huge snails.

She looked at Shina with a wide smile on her face. Shina nodded back at her as if to say “We know EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU DEAR”. Sophia had a small grin on her face too.

“Let’s eat” Sophia commanded. Eva could not wait.

Colonel Haruna got out of his house and walked to his garage. He had previously given his driver a key and asked him to wash the red Murano jeep, informing him that he should get ready to drive him to Kumasi.

45 minutes later a black OPMESA patrol Van was parked across the Oduom – Accra express way on the route coming into Kumasi. The 3-lane road was now reduced to one as men in military uniforms were stopping and checking cars.

Shina did not get down from the Van but had given directions for the plate number they needed. After a while the army officer doing the search radioed Shina that they had the car in view. Three cars away. Shina was excited.

“Make sure he parks and do as instructed.” Shina radioed back.

They motioned the black Honda Accord to stop. They directed it to pull over just behind the patrol van.
The man knocked on the door.

“Can you roll down your mirror?” The man asked.

The mirror rolled down.

A young lad who looked like he was in his early twenties was at the wheel.

The Colonel was nowhere in the car.

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S01E10

Two years ago after the Colonel had brought down the Marine Cartel, he was riding on his success. His name was on every islander’s lips. Criminals feared him. Mobs shook at his presence. He got a letter from Headquarters  in accra, asking him to appear for a second debriefing and a possible promotion.

Although no one knew this, he was overjoyed. People still saw him with his trademark straight face and no signs of flooding emotions. However deep inside, he was very excited. The Silicon Place was the highest command of hierarchy of the West African Union Intelligence Force.

The Force was overhead by a group of seasoned spies, exceptional detectives with unbelievable IQs and soldiers who had fought in the fore of the 2015 West African War.

He was shocked and delighted when he entered the Conference Room at the Silicon Place and saw that his mentor, The General was part of the board. After the debriefing, cross examination, and encouragement, he was dismissed and told he would be contacted.

The General showed no sign of recognition and he felt bad. He was surprised however when later that evening, he opened the door to his hotel room and saw the General standing in his room, his back to the door.

“Come in Haruna” The General said in an unfriendly tone, still backing him. The Colonel’s smile disappeared.

“Good evening General. I thought this was supposed to be my room sir?” The Colonel asked.

“It is your room. No one knows I am here. I’ll be quick.” The General said. He turned to face the Colonel and took of his glasses.

“You did a good job with your last operation. No one thought you would pull it off. For that I am going to give you the best gift you could ever imagine. Your Life. Leave town. Go somewhere remote. Resign. It is for your own good. You have another option. You can ignore my advice. You won’t live to celebrate your birthday. Good day Colonel.” The General finished and walked out of the room.

The Colonel was surprised and dumbfounded. He watched as the General left the room and shut the door behind him. This was hardly the man who he took like an elder brother. This was not the man who dotted on him all through his stay in Military School. Something had definitely gone wrong. He was not about to dig into the General’s past. He knew better. He did as the General commanded.

From his experience on the force he knew better than to trust anyone, so he always took extra precautions. He always had plans A-Z just in case. He was aware that there were spies set up around him in his villa. He did not know who exactly the spies were but he was very sure at least one of the people around him, from domestic staff to Personal assistant was a spy.

He shuffled his staff randomly without warning. It kept the number of spies reduced but did not totally eradicate them. He knew this, so he was always private. Always. He always stayed one step ahead.

So right from the time he received Ahmed’s call, he became extra vigilant. He called one of his mechanics who ran interstate errands for him.

“Wait for me at your shop. I will be there soon.” He said.

He knew he was going with the black Honda. The black Honda was a brand new car that he had not used before now. He was saving it for a day he would need to get Watchers off his back. He knew there were eyes on him, but he has not had any cause to shake them off recently.

Now that he did, he deliberately had his driver get the Jeep ready. He was not ready to make his movement known to anyone. He saw the alarmed look on the drivers face when he switched cars. He had suspected James for a while and his actions that morning sealed the coffin.

He wanted to sack him immediately. But he knew that whoever planted him there would suspect that he knew about James and would probably plant someone else who would even be deadlier than James and that would take him sometime to figure out. So he decided not to sack him. He planned to give him a raise when he comes back. This way he could monitor him closely, at least now he knew who his enemy was.

When he got to the Redeemed camp, he picked the mechanic he called earlier. They did not stop the car. The Colonel moved very slowly allowing the man to jump in. He opened a lower compartment in the car and brought out a brown envelope. He handed it to the mechanic.

“Did you bring your passport photograph as I texted you to?” The Colonel asked.

“Yes Oga.” The mechanic replied.

“Good. This is what you will do. You will drive this car like a normal human being from here to Oduom. Don’t drive the car like it’s yours. Do not over speed. The envelope in your hand contains the particulars of this car. Everything is in your name. If any policeman harasses you, give them my number. Do you understand?” The Colonel asked.

“I dey feel you baba.” The mechanic said nodding his head. The car was moving slowly at snail pace.

“Good. When you get to Kumasi, go to that Total filling station at asokwa and act like you want to buy fuel. Stay in the car. When the attendant is done fuelling the car, come out and create a scene.

Make enough noise and demand to see the manager. He is tall, fair, has a moustache and is bald headed. He will ask you if you want to go with him to his office. Tell him you need to pee first. Don’t forget! You need to pee!

He will show you the rest room, and then take you to his office. He will ask you for the thing and give you a small paper. Write your account number on that sheet of paper and the account name. DO NOT SAY A WORD. 100,000GH will be credited to your account in two weeks. The manager will give you 40,000 for the trouble. Remember, do not say a word!” The Colonel finished, stapling the mechanic’s passport photograph on one of the papers.

“Na the job be that, Oga mi?” The mechanic asked.

“That’s all you have to do. After you get the money, you leave the premises then do whatever you like with the money and the car. If anyone asks you how you got the car, after today, tell them it was a gift from me. And if police gives you trouble give them my number.” The Colonel finished, stopping the car and getting out.

The Colonel moved to the service lane of the road while the Mechanic got into the driver seat. He pressed the horn a few times and was so excited to own a new car.

“Hey!!!” The Colonel said bending over at the passenger window and showing him a finger.

“From now till you leave the filling station, behave like a human being! Or else!!!! Am I clear?” The Colonel warned.

“Oga mi, you clear pass pure water ok!!!” The Mechanic said.

The Colonel frowned at him.

“Sorry sir. I will totally ‘behave’ myself.” He said and drove off.

The Colonel stopped a taxi and entered it.

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Shina approached the Black Honda. He could not believe his eyes. They had monitored the car all the way. This could not have happened. How did the Colonel get out?

“Yes officer, what is happening here?” Shina asked the man who stopped the Black Honda.

“Sir, I am guessing this car is stolen property. He says it was a gift and the number he gave is not going through.” The man replied.

“What about his papers? His license? Are his documents complete?” Shina asked frowning.

“Everything is perfect sir.” The man answered.

Shina had a bug between his fingers. It was a very tiny pin that he would insert into the wrist of his target. It was the size of a rice grain. Even experts had a hard time figuring it out when it was inserted in a target’s body. He approached the Mechanic and spoke to him.

“Sorry for taking your time sir. But next time, try and make sure that the number you have is always reachable. Other police men may not be this nice. Thank you for your time.” Shina finished, outstretching his hand.

The mechanic took the hand and the shook. As their hands met, Shina inserted the bug in the mechanic’s wrist. The mechanic did not notice a thing.,

“Have a good day sir.” Shina said as the mechanic entered the car,

“Thanks sir.

He drove away.

“Let’s pack up boys. Today’s done.” Shina said to the leader of the pack.

He got into his own car and started the ignition. He picked his phone and called Tawo.

“Target was not in the vehicle. He somehow maneuvered his way and we lost him. I put a tracker on his decoy. Trace it and have a man on him.”

Ahmed was woken by a ringing bell. The bell rang only in his room and the sitting room. The ringing continued. He opened his front door and stood at the entrance. He stared for a long time at the person at the gate.

The man at the gate was looking like a hippie. Dark shades, huge T-shirt, baggy jeans and white trainers. He wore a hood over his head. He looked like a mistake from a fashion book. He was waving at Ahmed beckoning him to come closer. Ahmed wasn’t scared. He just did not want another mugger. He felt his gun at his sides, covered by his pyjamas.

After serious thought he approached the gate, all his senses alert.

He was at the gate and looked at the man. He did not recognize him.

“How can I help you?” Ahmed asked the man.

The man pulled his dark shades a little low just above his nose and said,

“Don’t you recognize me son?”

Ahmed opened his mouth, surprised.

” Colonel” he said smiling”

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Previously On Evening With Eva. .

Ahmed thought about the trend of events that had happened to him lately. He had been hospitalized, there was the death of his protégé Agent Mercy, there was the attack and theft at the office, and now his dogs had been killed.

He picked his phone and dialed the number of the only person he trusted; his uncle, Retired Colonel Haruna Yakubu

“Uncle, we need to talk about this. Face to face. I can be at the villa in 3hours.” Ahmed said.

“No. Don’t come. I will. I haven’t been out of this place in three weeks. I need the journey. I will be with you in two hours son.” The Colonel replied.

“Thank you Uncle. Please be careful.” Ahmed said.

“I may be retired son, but I am still an agent. Old soldier never die!”

They both laughed at his joke. After exchanging pleasantries and asking about loved ones, the colonel was about to hang up when Ahmed said

“One more thing Uncle. Mercy is dead.”

He could feel the tension. He imagined his Uncle’s stony face all soft at hearing the news. Ahmed had never seen him shed a tear. He always held it back. After a few seconds, the Colonel replied:

“I will see you in 2 hours son.”

He hung up.

“The Colonel has finally come out of hiding. Dispatch some of your guys at Berger and I’ll be at the other entry point to Kumasi. Ready some of your best buggers. The Colonel is coming to town.”

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S01E09

Eva stepped out of her room at a few minutes to eight. She looked very pretty and sweet. She wore a short red flowered gown which stopped just above her knees. Below that was a tight ash colored jegins which accentuated her hips and brought out her bum. She looked good.

She walked into the sitting room and went left towards the dinning. Shina was already seated and he beckoned her to come and sit beside her. There were two other men with stern looking faces. She sat at the table and joined the others as they waited for Sophia to arrive.

She came in at exactly 8am, looking fresh as usual. She wore a pink silk shirt with stopped just after her elbows. She was in a blue bum short jean. Eva found herself staring at Sophia’s hips all the way from the door to the dining table. Sophia got to her chair and Shina immediately got up.

The other two guys got up too. Eva joined them. They waited for Sophia to sit first, after which the rest followed suit. Each person had his favorite meal already prepared and covered in front of him. Sophia said a very short prayer and opened the cover to her plate.

Every other person did the same. Eva concluded that they all had to do what Sophia did. Eva was amazed at what she had in front of her. She had indomie in her plate. Not just any kind of indomie but her favorite kind. It was garnished with diced carrots, green pepper, prawns and best of all two huge snails.

She looked at Shina with a wide smile on her face. Shina nodded back at her as if to say “We know EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU DEAR”. Sophia had a small grin on her face too.

“Let’s eat” Sophia commanded. Eva could not wait.

Colonel Haruna got out of his house and walked to his garage. He had previously given his driver a key and asked him to wash the red Murano jeep, informing him that he should get ready to drive him to Kumasi.

He was ready in record time wearing a body hugging black t-shirt and white loafers. He added a brown ‘kangor’ cap to the mix and was ready to go. His driver started the ignition as the Colonel approached the car. He got into the back seat.

“Let’s go” He ordered his driver.

As the driver shifted the gear to reverse and began to move the car, the colonel stopped him.

“Stop the car James.” He said.

James stopped.

“Drive back into the garage.” The colonel commanded. James obeyed.

When James was back in the garage the Colonel opened the door and got out of the jeep. He went inside the house, without saying a word to James. In ten minutes he was out. He had changed his clothes. He was now wearing a pure white linen attire, with matching trousers. He still retained his ‘kangor’ cap and loafers. He had a key in hand. He walked to another car, a black 2003 Honda Accord and opened the door.

“I changed my mind. I will drive myself. You can take the rest of the day off. I will call you when I get back.” He said to a bewildered James.

“Okay sir. Thank you sir.” was all James could say.

James watched his ‘Oga’ drive out of the villa and into the dirt road that led out of the premises.

He picked his phone, pressed and held 0 on his phone.

“He decided to drive himself. I had planted the tracker in the car he asked me to wash. He is currently driving a black Honda Accord with plates AA106SMK. It is a very ordinary and plain car. His rims are alloy and gold plated. He just left.” James said to the mouthpiece.

“Where is he likely to pass through?” Tawo asked.

“Sir, I cannot really say. His actions this morning took me completely unawares.” James said.

“Ok Agent James. Keep this up.” Tawo said and hung up.

Tawo had been waiting a long time to take out the Colonel. Tawo hated him because he was the only one whom he could not figure out. The Colonel was the General’s ward in military school and loved him like a younger brother. That was the only reason he was still alive.

Moreover, the Colonel had done The Ghost Corporation a huge favor by taking down a huge rival, The Drug Cartel. The Cartel was loud and everywhere and raking up the profits.

They blocked business for The Ghosts Corporation who preferred to operate in the shadows. The General’s gift to the Colonel for his effort was his life. However, the General made sure that the Colonel was being watched at close range.

They had place over fifteen different agents around him in the past three years. Cooks, drivers, fiancées, hookers, personal assistants, and even family. They knew where he lived. They knew when he had facial reconstruction.

They knew everything about him. It was their job to know. Just in case a day like this came. And that day had finally arrived. Tawo was so happy his father, the General had entrusted him with this operation. He had also warned him in clear terms.

“DO NOT ENGAGE TARGET.”

Tawo was a very patient agent. He had a strong feeling that a day would come when he would finally conquer a worthy opponent. Even though he could not still do anything now, he was happy that the Colonel was finally making a move.

A very silly move. He had initiated and planned the ‘scare’ at Ahmed’s residence hoping that Ahmed would contact his beloved Uncle. All was going according to plan.

He went into his control room. There were three touch screen plasma monitors on the wall. Two trusted agents sat adjacent each other decrypting codes and aligning coordinates on keyboards connected wirelessly.

‘Where are we?’ Tawo asked.

“We are currently monitoring the status of Saints Road and Ring Road. We are watching other major areas Challenge, Ejisu and Konongo. All lights are green at the moment sir.” One of the agents said.

“The situation is dicey sir. He is driving a very common car and he is going to be hard to pick out.” The second agent said, zooming in on the images on the large screen.

“Which satellite are you connected to?” Tawo asked looking closely at the screen.

“The Saturn-U134 sir.” The agent replied.

“Not good enough Kojo. Merge the connection between Saturn –U134 and Mecury-00A.” Tawo said.

The agent did as instructed.

“Now, bridge them and merge their transitions. Use the WSPTA protocol to rewrite the imagery and log into all CCTVs, mobile phone and every fucking device that has a lens and is in proximity. Launch a new search.” Tawo commanded.

He watched intently as the agent obeyed his command, moving his hands on the keyboard in light speed and writing codes. After a few minutes a new clearer map appeared on the screen, different lines and route lined up the screen. Tawo nodded.

“Parameters sir.” kojo asked.

“Begin Nsawam and Kumasi. Data ID: Number plates. Content: AA106SMK. Database: Vehicle Registration. Unique Search: Plate Numbers.” Tawo spelled out.

Kojo entered all the details swiftly and a red button flickered atop the screen. A search sequence was initiated and the screen began to change in milliseconds. Images and images flashed on one section of the screen while the other screen had a small dot running around in all directions on the map.

“Now all we have to do is wait.” Tawo said.

Thirty minutes later, the screen stopped moving with a large rectangular box showing a message: “MATCH FOUND”

“We have got a hit sir.” Kojo announced, hitting a key on the keyboard.

Tawo rolled his swivel chair beside agent Kojo and watched as a green dot was moving slowly in the map.

“Zoom in on that.” Tawo ordered.

Kojo zoomed in and they got the location of the Colonel.

Tawo called Shina.

“The Colonel is about to pass through Ejisu. Set up your guys at Oduom. This should be as easy as taking a pee.” Tawo said.

Shina hung up.

45 minutes later a black OPMESA patrol Van was parked across the Oduom – Accra express way on the route coming into Kumasi. The 3-lane road was now reduced to one as men in military uniforms were stopping and checking cars. Shina did not get down from the Van but had given directions for the plate number they needed. After a while the army officer doing the search radioed Shina that they had the car in view. Three cars away. Shina was excited.

“Make sure he parks and do as instructed.” Shina radioed back.

They motioned the black Honda Accord to stop. They directed it to pull over just behind the patrol van.
The man knocked on the door.

“Can you roll down your mirror?” The man asked.

The mirror rolled down.

A young lad who looked like he was in his early twenties was at the wheel.

The Colonel was nowhere in the car.

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