Previously On Evening With Eva. .

They dug into the fufu and lite soup, eating the fufu from one huge plate and also the lite soup from another huge bowl. After the meal, they took turns washing hands in the sink in Sark’s bathroom. Sophia went first. While Sark was washing, she called someone to bring them refreshments.

“Their eyes met but Sark broke the silence.

“How did you know that I like fufu and lite soup?” He asked smiling.

“We know everything about you. We have been watching you for quite a while. Have you read the files I gave to you?” She asked.

“Yes I finished reading last night.” He answered.

“So you know what you are in for?” She queried.

“Do I have a choice?” He replied.

“BE CAREFUL AHMED. YOU WILL NOT BE WARNED AGAIN.”

He got up and inspected the ink. It was blood. He checked the door. It was not forced. It had been opened from the outside. He got out of his room and went to the sitting room. He turned on the lights. The same message was on the left wall of his sitting room. He smiled.

He went outside and found his two dogs dead.

These guys had just messed with the wrong cop.

He paced for a while, circling his dead dogs. He moved them beside each other, sat down on the floor beside his them in a yoga position and closed his eyes. He put his hands on his laps and said to himself.

“THIS IS WAR.”

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S01E08

Ahmed stayed up in his yoga posture for about 50 minutes. He sat deep in thought and seriously meditating. He 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.

The first conclusion that came to him was that the incidences were related, most probably carried out by the same group of people. He marveled at the organized way in which the actions were perpetrated.

What did his dogs do to deserve their fate? He decided it was time for action. No more lying down and taking hits. He needed to be a step closer. He opened his eyes. His usually white clear eyes were now red and blood shot. He was angry. Very angry.

He got up and went into his room. He searched his drawer and got out a torch and a knife. He took them with him to the front of his compound where his electricity meter was connected. He pulled down the lever on the meter to shut out the current.

All electricity in his compound went off. With his torch, he carefully traced the cables that supplied current from the meter into the main house. He found them and cut them. He turned the lever on the meter back on. The security lights around his compound came on. His house was dark. He had a feeling that whoever had been causing him all this trouble somehow had access to his home.

With his torch switched on, he found his way to his bed, sitting at the edge. He looked round his room, pointing his torch at every corner, and studying every nook and cranny for anything suspicious. When he was satisfied, he picked his phone and dialed the number of the only person he trusted; his uncle, Retired Colonel Haruna Yakubu

Colonel Haruna was the younger brother to Ahmed’s father. He took care of Ahmed when he lost his father at the age of 4. He took care of Ahmed up until military school. They had only seen each other twice in the past three years. The Colonel was the complete detective during his active days.

Complete in every sense of the word. He was physically well built. He was 6ft.5inches tall, had broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and a handsome face. He was vast in English, Ga and lil Twi. He also spoke French and German at an above average level. He was the smartest man in the force.

His ability to decipher codes, retrieve destroyed evidence, and sift clues from debris made him the most respected agent in the field. He had a reputation for hard work and never left any stone unturned in his bid to solve a case.

He was famous for his famous bust of the Drug Cartel which had been terrorizing and killing police officers for over 8 years. He went undercover and infiltrated the Cartel. He was put to various tests. He faked the deaths of police officers and transportation of guns and hard drugs to rise to the level of Trusted Knight.

There were only two people who had this position and they protected the King of the cartel. For years no one heard about the Colonel until one day he brought the Cartel to the cleaners. He single handedly destroyed the organization.

He retired seven months after the operation at the age of 45. No one knew what he looked like after undergoing facial reconstruction in abroad. He had many dark organizations on his tail. He retired into a deep village in Ibadan and had been living peacefully since.

He had made many enemies. He had to cool off. Two years had passed without incidence.

Only six people had his number. The person calling him had to be family. The Colonel picked Ahmed’s call at the second ring.

“Hello.” A hoarse voice spoke from the background

“Uncle, it’s me.” Ahmed replied.

“Son! It’s been a while. How are you?” The colonel asked

“Hello Uncle. There is something going on I do not understand.” Ahmed replied.

“What is the matter son? You sound very worried.” The colonel replied.

Ahmed could visualize the frown on the colonel’s face as he spoke the words.

“Uncle, you know that I only call you when situations are out of hand. I am sure you can vouch for me that there is hardly a situation I cannot handle. However, this is beyond me. Believe me when I say you would be very interested.” Ahmed replied.

There was a pause at the other end of the line.

“Hmmm. You have my attention. What do you need?” The Colonel said.

“I need your help Uncle. I know you are retired but this is beyond me. And I think it started when you were in office.” Ahmed said

“What started? How do you need my help? Come out with it son.” The colonel said hurriedly and impatiently.

“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.

Directly to the right of Ahmed’s compound, there was a brown painted bungalow which had just recently been completed. Max and Gerrar sat opposite each other in the living room by the door, with a wooden table in between them.

There were earphones in Max’s ears. He was listening in on the phone call Ahmed was making. There were various boxes scattered on the floor, some were open while the rest were locked.

The only other piece of furniture was a huge mattress which was placed on the ground in the middle of the room. Gerrar was cleaning his gun and settling it into a briefcase. He left Max on the chair and carried a small gallon containing the remaining goat blood he had used to write the inscriptions on the huge white papers.

He poured the contents in the toilet, flushed and covered the gallon. He dropped it on the floor and resumed his position opposite Max, awaiting his orders.

A few days earlier, Detective Ahmed was in his office trying to decipher the status of Agent Mercy, when Max and Gerrar entered his compound. They had gotten a copy of his keys and entered the house with ease. Max marked the spots while Gerrar planted the bugs.

Tiny powerful micro cameras, which were the size of a Coke bottle cork. They were designed lemon green, the same color with which the rooms were painted. There were two in his bedroom, four in his sitting room, and one each in his bathroom, toilet, kitchen and store.

After assessing the work and confirming the stealth settings, they exited his house. It did not take 20 minutes. The Ghosts Corporation had previously bought and renovated the bungalow beside the detective’s compound. They were only waiting for the right time to move in.

Max brought out the keys and entered the bungalow, with Gerrar following just behind. There was just a bed and a table with two chairs. That was all they would need. They set up the devices and Max left Gerrar in the bungalow. He was to watch Ahmed for two days before they made their move. He could take care of himself.

At 6pm on the night of the scare, Max took a taxi into the detective’s estate while Ahmed was at work. He brought the guns and the blood that would be used for the job. Gerrar woke up when the door opened and went immediately back to sleep when he saw it was Max.

10pm.
Max woke Gerrar. He carried his heavy frame out of the bed and sat on the free chair opposite Max. Max had already set up the small palm top screen which had four different views. The bedroom, sitting room, bathroom and toilet.

They went over how the operation was to be done for the third time, covering all possibilities and loop holes. He gave Gerrar the artillery, while he took the huge white paper and spread it on the floor. He scribbled a message on three of the papers.

At 12:17am they played cards over a light bottle of Vodka. Max was letting Gerrar win the games and the bets were getting heavy. That was his strategy. Gerrar always performed excellently when he was in a fantastic mood. Max increased the bet to 500gh per game. He lost the next four games. Deliberately. Gerrar did not suspect a thing. All the while they were watching Ahmed sleep in the palm top monitor on the table.

At 3am, Gerrar made his move. He sneaked to the front of Ahmed’s gate and watched for any movement within the premises. There was nothing. He threw his knapsack over the gate into the compound and jumped over the short gate.

Gun in hand he moved slowly and stealthily towards the front door. He got to the door, kept his gun inside his belt and entered with his spare key, shutting the door behind him noiselessly. He checked the countdown timer on his left wrist. He had four minutes and fifteen seconds more.

He was already behind schedule. He opened his bag in the sitting room and pulled out one of the huge papers. There was a small white earpiece hanging in his ear. Max was watching him from the bungalow and directing him.

He was done in 90 seconds, hanging the two papers in the sitting room. The tricky part was the bedroom where Ahmed was lying down, asleep. Max had watched him for close to an hour. He decided that they could enter. Gerrar tip toed into the bedroom and opened the door slightly, just enough for him to squeeze through. As he was about to go in, Max spoke into his ears

“Hold on. Don’t go in yet. He is stirring.”

Ahmed turned in his bed and changed his position. He was now sleeping with his back to the door. After 26 seconds, Max said,

“Go in now. And please, hurry!”

He entered the room and pasted the white paper with the inscription on the door. He was done in less than 20 seconds. He didn’t bother to lock the bedroom door behind him. He checked his wrist. 1min 59ecs left. He picked his knapsack and zipped it as he walked out of the sitting room.

He closed the door shut and was locking the door when he heard the wicked snarls of two huge Rottweilers. He was taken aback. He left the door and backed up on it as the biggest of the two dogs came towards it. They were angry and snarling, saliva dripping from their mouths.

“I have a situation here Max. Two dogs. What do I do?” he said through clenched teeth. His hand was going to his gun.

“I can see. Take them out. Use your silencer…” Max was saying but did not finish.

Gerrar was trying to locate his silencer from the knapsack when the huge dog came at him. He turned just in time and shot the dog squarely in the face. There was a loud bang. It fell to the ground.

The other dog began to bark as loud as it could. He had gotten his silencer now. He shot the second dog. There was no sound.

“Shiiiittt! He is awake. Get out of there, now!!!!” Max said.

Gerrar ran to the gate and escaped just in time. He took a back entrance to the bungalow and sat on the bed panting. His hands were bleeding. He went to the bathroom, washed off the blood and came to sit with Max. He looked at him and nodded. Gerrar nodded back.

They both sat down to watch as Ahmed paced, sat beside his dogs and after a long time went to his room. They saw him get some items from his drawer and go to his electric meter. A few seconds later, they could not see anything anymore. The screen went blank.

Max was pissed.

“Shiitt!!!” He cursed.

He buried his heads in his hands. Suddenly an idea occurred to him.

He brought out a small device, turned it on and adjusted a knob by the side. After a while he got the correct frequency and smiled. Voices came on from the device. One of the voices was Ahmed’s. He was making a call.

He quickly called Tawo.

“Hello” Tawo answered with a very alert voice. Music was playing softly in the background.

“Trace Ahmed’s call. It’s a code 11” Max said.

They listened to Ahmed’s conversation with the Colonel till the very end. When Ahmed dropped the call. Max asked,

“Did you get the location?”

“Positive. Well done, Max, I’ll take it from here.” Tawo said.

Tawo called Shina.

“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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Sophia got out of the shower dripping wet, with a towel tied around her breasts level. She had another towel on her head as she walked into her huge bedroom and sat on a stool, facing a large mirror.

They knew when he got the condolence text message. They were supposed to keep an eye on him and report anything unusual to Shina. They were aware that he tried to reach his Boss but was not successful.

So when he got in his car and drove off, they followed him making sure they were far behind not to be noticed and close enough to monitor him.

When Ahmed slowed down and turned to enter his office, the red cab sped off, the two agents inside acting out a heated discussion at the back while the driver acted uninterested. Ahmed did not suspect a thing.

When they got on Asafo interchange Iyke called Shina and informed him about all the things that happened that evening. Ahmed was at his office on a Sunday and was acting weird. He was also freaked out by the news of his ward’s death.

Shina called Ambrose. Ambrose did not pick.

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My Dear Readers,

First of all, I would like to really thank you for all the comments, the views, the encouragement and the criticisms. I really appreciate them. Whether you believe it or not, you guys are the reason I write. And I always seek to make you happy.

Now, I am not writing “Evening With Eva” as a story. I want you to please read it as if it’s a movie and really pay attention. I am doing something which is one of a kind. I would want you to imagine that you are watching a TV Series.

That is the reason I post 3 times daily. I have other threads which are longer and follow chronological order of events. Why would I bring you something you always see or read on social media everyday? That is the reason for my style. The Plot, the different Events, the characters and the theme.

I know you are hungry for more, you want to experience more. You will have more. That is why i have decided to increase the length of my updates. Believe me, this is not easy. Ask any writer.

They will tell you how tasking it is to come up with something that the readers will enjoy. I spend hours coming up with ‘live’ updates. I like dishing them as they come to my head, not write and keep, then update later.

Moreover I have a very hectic work schedule. Am in a trotro going home now as am sending you this and lights out too, i didnt want to tell you this but i lost my fone in a taxi after updating yesterday, that was why i told you guys to send me your names again to be added to the new database and up till now some of you are still refusing

Many have sent me emails, BBM whatsapp, Facebook, twitter messages and telling me my description of the Police Force is over hyped, the scenes are too ‘Jack Bauer-ish’ and that i should tone it down to African style

This is pure fiction and I am writing it the way I feel our Police force ought to be. We are too mediocre in this part of the world and I think the time for an upgrade is NOW.

This is my dream Ghana Army and Police force, not the petty crimes we hear about. I don’t know if any one agrees with me.

Finally, no one forced me to start this thread. Na me carry my hand go look for trouble by myself. I brought it upon myself. So I owe every one a duty to finish this up and be consistent.

I promise you, I WILL. I have put my thread on sexuality section on hold for this. I promise to be better.

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S01E07

He gave his opponent a ‘close line’ and his opponent fell down, knocked out. He looked at the crowd and waved his hand before his eyes. The fans shouted, “You can’t see me!!!”

He picked up his opponent and launched his trade mark finishing move. His opponent lay on the floor of ring, dazed. Not moving. No one was yet to survive this deadly finishing move. The champion went on top of his opponent and raised the left leg. The referee rushed to their side, and began hitting the ring floor:

“One. Two. Three!!!” and the bell rang.

John Cena had just defeated The Undertaker to retain his crown as the WWE Champion. He crawled away from the body of his opponent, stood by the ring side and posed for his fans.

They were chanting his name and raising placards which had boldly inscribed on them, “WE LOVE YOU JOHN” “YOU CAN’T SEE ME” “JOHN CENA, SIMPLY THE BEST.”

Sark was delighted. He had been counting with the referee and jumped when John Cena won. He loved wrestling. John Cena was his Idol. What made it more special for him was that The Undertaker had previously defeated John Cena during Royal Rumble when they were the last two people in the ring.
There had been a cheat when John Cena’s rivals came into the ring and hit him with an iron chair. This gave the Undertaker an advantage which gave him the victory. It was payback time.

He was still basking in the euphoria of this victory when there was a knock on his door. He turned down the volume of the plasma  on the wall and listened again. The knock came again.

“The door is open.” Sark said as he half guessed who it was.

“I need some help with the door please.” A female voice replied.

It was Sophia as he suspected. He got up and opened the door allowing her to come in with the tray she had in hand. She dropped the tray on the small bedside table and opened the contents of the covered china glass plates. He closed the door and joined her on the bed keeping considerable distance.

“I brought dinner Sark. Let’s eat.” Sophia said. It was more of a command than a request.

They dug into the fufu and lite soup, eating the fufu from one huge plate and also the lite soup from another huge bowl. After the meal, they took turns washing hands in the sink in Sark’s bathroom. Sophia went first. While Sark was washing, she called someone to bring them refreshments.

“Their eyes met but Sark broke the silence.

“How did you know that I like fufu and lite soup?” He asked smiling.

“We know everything about you. We have been watching you for quite a while. Have you read the files I gave to you?” She asked.

“Yes I finished reading last night.” He answered.

“So you know what you are in for?” She queried.

“Do I have a choice?” He replied.

“There is actually a choice. You can walk out that door and call the police. You will not be alive to finish and drop the call. And they will never find your body” Sophia said with a deadly smile.

Sark was scared but did not show it. He had somehow gotten tougher by all the events that had happened to him and eventually landed him here. His next statement was a mistake.

“I know I am supposed to be scared right now. But the funny thing is, I am not.” Sark boasted.

Sophia shined her pretty teeth.

“No one is asking you to be afraid boy. You see in …” Sophia began but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

A young man came in with a bucket containing a bottle of McDowells, two bottles of Vodka and many cans of Power Horse. He had ice in a smaller bucket. He served the contents and took away the tray with the plates of food. He was leaving and almost at the door when, Sophia called him back.

“Thomas.”

“Yes ma’am” He replied.

In one very quick motion, she pulled her pants (Trousers) up at the ankles and brought out a small gold embroidered pistol. From her sitting position, five meters from where he stood she pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger.

Blood splattered on the wall behind him as he fell down in one heap, the tray falling from his hands. He was breathing softly and was in pains. He groaned. Sophia got up, walked to the body and stood in front of Thomas, looking at him. She aimed at his heart and shot him again. He was dead.

Sark was shocked. He had already peed on himself. He was scared and afraid. He was shaking visibly. Sophia slowly put her gun back in the holster strapped to her ankle and covered it up with her pants. She smiled very warmly at Sark.

“Lesson number one: Be Ruthless. Be very very ruthless. Be as gentle as a dove and as dangerous as a shark. Stop shaking and clean up this mess. You have two hours to scrub this room clean and get rid of the body.

Chop it into pieces and feed it to the dogs in the fortress. Bring the head to me. See you at 11pm.” Sophia finished and walked out of the room.

Sark was speechless.

Eva woke up in a very strange room. She got up slowly from the bed as she squinted at the lights that were almost blinding her. The room was painted in white. Everything was white and clean.

The sheets, the bed, the curtains, and the walls were all white. Was she dead and in heaven? She thought to herself. There was a man sitting a few meters away from her, legs crossed, and watching her. He was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and a black tie.

He had slippers on. What kind of a bush man is this one? She thought. The man was incredibly handsome though. She sat upright on the bed. She yawned.

“Hello Eva.” Shina greeted

“Where am I? Who are you?” What’s happening?” Eva asked.

“You have been here for two days. My name is Shina. You are at The Mansion.” Shina replied.

“A lady took me from the Dinner and Award party. I want to speak with her. Please.” Eva begged.

“She’s dead.” Shina replied and got up.

Eva moved into her bed, folded her arms around her legs and looked scared. What was happening? She thought to herself. She was promised a safe return by the woman who took her away. Now she is dead?

He must be bluffing. As she thought about all these, she began to recall the events of that evening. She remembered the woman in the bathroom at the Hall and how she got out. She remembered stopping at Law School by the Lagoon.

Then she gasped. Everything was coming back to her now. She remembered how Shina had ordered everyone to come down and how the agent was killed. She remembered how her body was dumped in the lagoon.

These people were not jokers. Her heart began to beat fast. Shina walked towards her and sat at the edge of the bed. He was calm. He smiled.

“Beauty was a double agent. She was a spy. I had to take her out. And just so you know, I was glad to. This is a huge corporation and we will not allow anyone to foil its operations. If I got an order to kill you Eva, you would be dead. I do not know what The General has planned for you, but I am sure you mean a lot to him for him to use his Lieutenants in missions as these.

Everything you need has been provided for. You have everything you might need in the wardrobe. We got you new clothes, shoes and underwear from your favorite store Ultimate Fashion,. We also got you a pack of Tampon because we know your period is starting tomorrow.

Your special cream, soap and shaver have also been provided for. If there’s anything else you need, just dial *345# for the list agents at your command and their designations.” Shina said.

“How do you know all these things?” Eva asked. She was shocked and inwardly impressed.

“We know everything about you Eva. We do our homework well.” Shina replied.

“But I have to be at work. My mother would be worried sick because I see her every day. I have a fiancé. He would have started a search party by now.” Eva said.

“Your Boss received your letter of resignation last night. Your fiancé is out of the country for 4 months. He got a promotion at the Dinner Ceremony and resumed immediately. Your mother is safe and taken care of. She has been getting text messages from you and your fiancé telling her not to worry and that both of you are together.

We have your phone. We hacked into Kusi’s phone. Not a big deal. We have made him so busy; he doesn’t even have time to suspect a thing. Your mother’s phone is controlled too. We interrupt her outgoing and incoming calls to any suspected number. We are everywhere.”Shina replied.

Eva was shocked. She wanted to speak but Shina asked her to be quiet. He brought out his phone and dialed a number. It rang once and the line clicked. Someone was on the other line. Shina put the phone on speaker.

“Francis, what’s the target’s status?” Shina asked.

“She’s preparing palm nut soup in the kitchen. Wearing a long blue dress over an Ankara wrapper. She just finished her daily devotional. She is singing and cooking in the kitchen.” Francis replied.

“I need visual confirmation. Initiate video.” Shina commanded.

Shina placed his phone on the bed in front of Eva as she watched the camera zoom in on her mother. She was convinced beyond doubt. She was looking happy and was dancing at intervals while preparing the soup. Tears welled in her eyes. Shina grabbed the phone and spoke to Francis.

“Stay alert, Francis. Good job.”

“Oga mi, I want some real action. This woman is boring. Can I go in and kill her? I really…” Francis was still speaking when Shina cut him off.

He smiled at Eva.

“Please I would do anything you want. He should not harm my mother.” Eva sobbed.

“He won’t touch your mother. No one will. As long as you behave yourself, everything will be fine.” Shina assured her. He held her right shoulder and shook her a little.

“Can I speak with her? Please?” Eva begged.

“We have arranged for you to visit her tonight and spend the night with her. You can convince her you are travelling or anything. Just let her know you won’t be seeing her in a long while. Don’t try anything funny sweety.

We will take you out. Trust me. We have back up plans just in case you try anything funny. I won’t think twice about killing your mother and leaving you in the hands of Francis. He loves dead pretty women.” Shina said, getting up from the bed.

“Thank you so much.” Eva replied. Shina ignored her.

He looked around the room, wore his slippers and grabbed his ‘panama ‘cap from the chair he was sitting on.

He faced her. She was still sobbing. She will get over it, he told himself.

“If you need me for anything, just press and hold 0. It’s my speed dial number.”

Eva nodded.

He was halfway across the room when he turned.

“One more thing. Breakfast is at 8am. Someone would like to meet you.” He looked at his wrist watch and continued, “You have less than two hours. She hates to be kept waiting.”

He walked out and shut the door.

Detective Ahmed was woken up by a very loud bang in his compound. It sounded like a gunshot. His dogs were barking frantically and all of a sudden went quiet. He was automatically alert and reached under the bed to get his pistol. At the same time, his right hand traced the wall above him and found the light switch. He turned it on. There was a huge white paper on his door with a message written in red ink:

“BE CAREFUL AHMED. YOU WILL NOT BE WARNED AGAIN.”

He got up and inspected the ink. It was blood. He checked the door. It was not forced. It had been opened from the outside. He got out of his room and went to the sitting room. He turned on the lights. The same message was on the left wall of his sitting room. He smiled.

He went outside and found his two dogs dead. He was angry. He knelt beside his best friend, Jimmy. The dog had been with him for 5 years. It was his best friend. He got up. His eyes were red.

These guys had just messed with the wrong cop.

He paced for a while, circling his dead dogs. He moved them beside each other, sat down on the floor beside his them in a yoga position and closed his eyes. He put his hands on his laps and said to himself.

“THIS IS WAR.”

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We drove in silence for a while, navigating bends and going through bushes. I felt Sophia’s eyes on me as I looked far ahead in the distance, eagerly hoping that we burst into a busy major road.

I wanted to question her but I thought twice about it.

“Can I make a phone call on your phone ma?” I asked

“Sure. Why not?” She replied and handed me her Samsung S4. I tried to make a call on the phone and for some reason the call was not going through

“Welcome agents. I can see that we have all been familiarizing ourselves. There is cause for worry. Our organization has been infiltrated. This has never happened before. Good job by Sophia and Shina.

Detective Ahmed woke up to find himself in a very strange place. White tiled walls, strange smell and a very small and uncomfortable bed. He tried to move but he felt a sharp pain on his left wrist…

Tawo shut the door behind him and left the hospital. He got to the car park drove out

He sent an encrypted text to Sophia.

“I’m done. Your turn to move

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S01E06.

Sophia got out of the shower dripping wet, with a towel tied around her breasts level. She had another towel on her head as she walked into her huge bedroom and sat on a stool, facing a large mirror.
There were different kinds of tubes, creams and plastics around the table on which the mirror stood. She picked a small plastic tube and pressed the content into her palm. She rubbed it gently on her face, concentrating more on her cheeks.

She stood up and loosened the towel. She admired herself in the mirror, smiling as she caressed her flat stomach and cupped her firm and DD breast. She left the mirror and walked towards a door, opening it.

Different dresses and shoes stared her in the face. The walk-in closet had different sections. Shoes, jewelry, gowns, Shirts, and suits. At another part of the closet were stacks of folded jeans. She picked one pair of jeans and chose a long necked top.

As she got out of the closet, her phone beeped twice. There was a message from Tawo. The General had told her that she would be the next to move and that she should not check the contents of the file under her pillow until she had heard from Tawo.

She clicked the message. A box popped up asking for a password to decode it. She smiled. Typical Tawo’. She typed her secret code “dumso” and the message opened.

“I’m done. Your turn to move.”

She sighed and exited the message. Her phone suddenly went blank then came on with a new message.

“Self-destruct sequence complete. Press ok to begin factory reset.”

She did not panic. She had expected that. She went under her pillow and got out the file. It seemed very light. She put her hand inside it and got out a very tiny piece of paper. Neatly typed on it were the words:

“Initiate Operation Eva”

She did not know what that meant. She was confused. What was Operation Eva? She already had Eva in her custody. So what was this about? Her phone rang. It was the General. She picked.

“Evening General.” Sophia greeted.

“I can see the perplexed look on your face. I’m sure you have heard from the Chameleon. Haven’t you?” the General asked.

Sophia looked round. How in the world was he able to see her? She scanned the walls and corners of the house. She did not notice anything unusual.

“I got his message. But I do not think I have any information on the file I got sir.” Sophia replied.

“You don’t need to scan the walls for any device. You are wearing a jean and a round necked top. I am the General. You are my Lieutenants. I keep watch over you.
It is for your safety, and for the safety of the corporation. Someone will deliver a file to you in a few minutes. It is all paperwork. Take your time to study every detail. Your move is next. Do not disappoint me Sophia Mensah. Any questions?”

Sophia was surprised. The General never called her by her full name before. This must mean a lot to him.

“Could I get the file electronically sir? It would make it very easy and convenient to work with.” Sophia requested.

“I do not completely trust anyone in this Corporation. No one. Not even you. But there are some levels of trust I can vest in certain people. This is a very sensitive case. I am not convinced we have flushed out all the spies that have infiltrated us.
Electronic messages can be traced. I cannot risk that. The package being delivered to you has been sent to six different addresses before getting to your house. There’s a finger print and pupil scanner attached to the package which gives ONLY YOU the clearance to access it.

Any other form of intrusion will trigger the automatic self-destruct option. These are hard times my dear. Let’s work with it. Good night”

Sophia heard her door bell ring. Always on time. She opened the door, signed the delivery form and got the package from the dispatch rider.

She went to the backyard and opened the door to a thatched hut. She usually came in here when she needed to think. She was sure no wires were run here.

She opened the package.

I woke up startled. I did not know how long I had been out. I surveyed my environment. I was in a very large room. It was spacious and beautifully decorated. I wondered how I got there.

I got up from the bed and my feet fell into very comfortable loafers. I walked to the door and opened it. There was a small passage in front of me after which was a spiral stairwell.

I looked down at the sitting room. Luxurious chairs of exquisite taste. There was a huge plasma television on the wall. The walls were decorated by beautiful paintings and work of art.

A transparent chandelier hung from the ceiling. I walked down the steps slowly taking in the sights. My stomach rumbled. I was very hungry. I took the remote control and put on the television. A documentary channel was showing.

Just then the door opened and Sophia entered. She smiled at me.

I was in shock. I remembered that she was the last person I was with before I found myself here.

“Sark, we need to have a small talk.” She said.

I knew there was no point arguing with her or making any form of trouble.

I sat down and listened to everything she had to say.

Max drove into a heavily guarded compound. He wound down the window at the gate and showed his ID to the military officer. They nodded to each other, the barricade was cleared and he was allowed entry into the Fortress.

He took the elevator to the third floor. He got out and took the corridor to his right. There were doors left and right. He got to room 125 and surveyed the door. He brought out a special UV torch and scanned the door knob.

He was looking for finger prints. They were none. He removed a card from his wallet and slipped it into a slot in the key hole. The light changed from red to green and the door clicked.

He got a handkerchief from his pocket and turned the door knob. He stepped inside.

All of a sudden, he felt he was not alone. His instincts were never wrong. He brought out his pistol and became very alert. He walked slowly to the center of the room. He did not see the movement on time.

There was a gunshot. He fell on the floor in a loud thud. His head banged and he felt himself drowsing away. A tall figure stood in front of him. He pointed a gun at him and removed his mask.

“Where is the girl?” the man asked softly.

Max winced. He tried to get up but the man put his feet on his chest and corked his gun. He wore a very angry smile.

“I am going to ask only one more time. Where is Eva?”

Without warning, Max kicked the other leg of his attacker while bending to his right just in time to avoid the bullet from him. The man fell, hitting his head on the only couch in the room and his gun falling out of his hand to the further side of the room.

He got up and ran towards Max, trying to head butt him on the stomach. He caught Max on the rib with his forehead, sending them both spiraling into the center table.

Max was on the ground writhing in pain. The tall attacker got up and headed for the gun. He picked it and turned to face Max

Max was no longer on the ground. He turned to look for Max but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He moved towards the door. He was alert, holding the gun by his face and watching for any sign of Max.

He heard a sound from the other side of the room. He walked slowly to the place the sound came from. He found nothing. He heard a gun cork. He turned. That was his last moment alive.

Max shot him from close range, the bullet piercing his forehead. He fell down. Dead.

Max pushed a shelf of books away from the way and tapped the wall twice. A secret, transparent keypad materialized. He pressed some numbers and the stone wall opened inwards. Eva was in a chair, drugged. She was in deep sleep.

His orders were simple. Get her to the mansion.

He got her on his shoulders and left the fortress.

Detective Ahmed opened his small gate and entered his house. He was wearing a Manchester United Jersey and joggers. He was sweating lightly as he had just finished a 40minute jog. This had been the psychologist’s prescription as a way to get some of his memories back.

It had been four days since he was discharged from the hospital. He was angry for his inability to recall events from the past five weeks. He had a terrible feeling that it was not as a result of the accident as the doctors were trying to make him believe.

They told him he was suffering from partial amnesia. What bugged him most was the fact that it was only five weeks of memory loss he suffered. Why not more? Why not total amnesia? He was not satisfied with the mere fact that his past five weeks were blank.

No matter how hard he tried to recollect, he simply did not find any headway. This to him was more annoying than being alive. The jogging cleared his head. Made him think.

He sat down on his long couch and closed his eyes. He felt good. He was getting back in shape and he was feeling alive again. He was almost drifting into sleep when his phone beeped. It was a text message. He did not know the number.

“We want to thank everyone who was present at the burial of our beloved sister, friend, aunty and daughter Miss Mercy Owusu. May God continue to guide and protect you and your family. Thank you. Felix Owusu for the family.”

He could not believe his eyes. He read the message again. His own Agent Mercy? She was in an undercover assignment. He spoke to her a few days ago. What was happening? He called his Boss. She did not pick. He was very distressed. What was the cause of death? What other thing happened in his absence?

He had to find out. He had a quick shower and change of clothes. He got his keys and got into his black Toyota Corolla. He was going to the office. He needed answers and he had to find out. His instincts were never wrong and he had a very strong feeling that something was just not right.

A ‘red cab’ taxi was parked two houses away from Ahmed’s residence. Brenda and Iyke were on duty this time. They had watched him every day since his discharge from the hospital.

They always came in different cars to avoid suspicion and never parked at the same spot twice. Ahmed’s whole house had been bugged. Every sound coming from his house could be heard. His phones were bugged too. They listened in on every conversation and saw every text message and email.

They knew when he got the condolence text message. They were supposed to keep an eye on him and report anything unusual to Shina. They were aware that he tried to reach his Boss but was not successful.

So when he got in his car and drove off, they followed him making sure they were far behind not to be noticed and close enough to monitor him.

When Ahmed slowed down and turned to enter his office, the red cab sped off, the two agents inside acting out a heated discussion at the back while the driver acted uninterested. Ahmed did not suspect a thing.

When they got on Asafo interchange Iyke called Shina and informed him about all the things that happened that evening. Ahmed was at his office on a Sunday and was acting weird. He was also freaked out by the news of his ward’s death.

Shina called Ambrose. Ambrose did not pick.

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Previously On Evening With Eva.

“Package secure. Took the detour. Heading towards safe house.”

He closed his eyes and drifted into a much needed sleep.

Max woke up to find Sophia staring at her. He got up painfully and sat up, caressing his head. He felt much better now and hungry. He looked at Sophia..,

“Oh my God!” He said sitting up and continued, “Keep a perimeter around the crime scene. No one takes or touches anything till I get there. You understand? I will be there in twenty minutes.” He hung up..

“I want you to do this yourself. Get me those prints by 12 noon. Do not give this to your boys to handle. This is a sensitive case. If you do, I will find out and I will have you controlling traffic by Monday morning. Am I clear?” Ahmed threatened..

He walked away from the scene, got into his car and dialed a number adding *4567# behind it. It was a secure line. Only he and 3 other agents could call the line. It was the direct line for the Head of Intelligence Operations.

“Ma, it was Agent Mercy. She had been compromised. I have some leads. Give me 8 hours ma. Thank you.”

He hung up.

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S01E05

We drove in silence for a while, navigating bends and going through bushes. I felt Sophia’s eyes on me as I looked far ahead in the distance, eagerly hoping that we burst into a busy major road.

We turned left for the umpteenth time and I began to feel nervous. Where was this woman taking me? I was sure that we were going in circles now. We should have gotten to a major road by no because we had been driving close to twenty minutes.

I wanted to question her but I thought twice about it. After all if not for her help, the Macho Man may have caught up to me and who knows what may have happened.

“Can I make a phone call on your phone ma?” I asked

“Sure. Why not?” She replied and handed me her Samsung S4. I tried to make a call on the phone and for some reason the call was not going through. I complained to her and she said that it was because of the environment we were in, assuring me that once we got out of the bushes,

I would get better reception. She asked who I wanted to call. I told her I wanted to call the police. I noticed a very brief flicker of fear in her countenance, but she quickly hid it. I may have seen wrong though.

A few minutes later we hit the freeway. I relaxed a bit. I was glad that we were on a busy road and we were at least seeing other cars. She offered to drop me at a park where I could board a bus back to kumsi.

I could not thank her enough. We slowed down suddenly and parked the car away from traffic. She turned off the ignition. We were in the middle of nowhere. Cars were zooming past us at light speed. I became apprehensive. She looked worried.

I was scared. She pulled a lever beside the steering wheel and got out of the car. I followed. She opened the bonnet and hooked it with the metal to support it. Everything was sparkling new.

No dirt, dust or oil. I wondered what could be wrong. Her arms were akimbo as she scanned the cars that zoomed past us. She did not make any move to stop anyone. My hands were on the edge of the bonnet trying to look for a fault that was invisible.

She walked up to me.

“Did you find anything?” she asked me.

“Still looking ma’am” I replied, trying to find the solution. I knew absolutely nothing about fixing cars.

I was still looking for the fault when I heard her say,

“This would only hurt just a little.”

I tried to turn but it was too late. She tweaked an artery around my neck with her thumb and forefinger in one deft perfect move.

That was all I could remember.

Detective Ahmed sat in his large, heavily furnished office, the blinds drawn. He put the fan at the highest and made sure the air condition was blowing at the lowest temperature.

This was the only way he could think. He was still shaken at the death of his most trusted colleague and friend. He was disturbed. Agent Mercy was the best undercover agent the academy had ever produced.

She was recruited into the Intelligence Operations at 19 and had successfully carried out 4 undercover jobs. Even in the last one where they thought her cover would be blown, she had successfully maneuvered her way and got out unscathed.

She was under cover as one of the strippers in the joint owned by a Mafia Boss. He was wanted for drug trafficking and child abuse. There was no single evidence against him, but the Agency was sure he was not innocent. So they sent in Mercy and she did a wonderful job.

The Ghosts had been a mystery for many years, even before Ahmed and Mercy came into the Agency. However, three years ago, James an alleged member of The Ghosts was said to have come out publicly to say that he wanted to confess his crimes and demanded 24-hour police protection.

That was his mistake. He should have confessed when he had the chance. He was murdered in his sleep, in a house protected by four trained agents at his bedroom door, other agents on the roof, in the opposite houses and scattered everywhere around his house, protecting him. Yet they still got to him. He was found dead the next morning.

Mercy’s death meant only one thing: This was not a matter to be handled lightly. He logged onto his computer and entered the encrypted password. He clicked on the Mercy file. Her picture popped up, alongside her personal details and achievements. He was not ready for this. He closed the file and logged off, shutting down his computer.

He locked his office door and pressed the combination codes to permanently lock it. It was 8pm. Rita had called him a hundred times but he had not picked. He dialed her number.

“I am coming home. Okay. I am fine. See you soon.” He finished

He got on his power bike and sped off towards Ahodwo. He loved speed. It helped him clear his head. He did not notice the blue truck speeding towards him in the opposite direction. But he always had very sharp instincts.

He was a second quicker. He quickly slowed and jumped off the bike into the nearby shrubs before the truck made impact. The noise was deafening.

Ahmed rolled far away from the collision into the shrubs. He could not feel his left leg. He pulled out his phone and dialed a speed code. It sent a signal to headquarters, informing them that he was in trouble and they could track his location. A team was sent to his location immediately. His eyes were closing; he barely heard what was going on around him.

The last thing he heard from the crowd confirmed his fears, the driver of the truck was nowhere to be found

Sophia’s phone rang. The General was calling.

“This is code Amber. Gather all Super Agents and the Tactics team at the Watch Tower. We meet at 21:00 hours.”

She panicked. There was trouble.

Sophia dropped the call and looked beside her. Sark was lying down on the couch, breathing steadily. He had been injected with Valium and should be asleep for 12 more hours. Everything was finally back on track. She had Sark. Eva was secure in the Charge Room.

All logistics were finally getting back into play. She was behind schedule by 20 hours. Timing meant everything to The Ghosts Corporation. The General was definitely going to chew her raw. In their code of law, it was better to excommunicate yourself, go off the radar and hope you are not remembered, than fail an operation you were supposed to deliver.

The General gave Sophia a 24 hour window and she got the job done. She smiled to herself, and then frowned. She had worked with incompetent fools and had trusted them to come through.

She would deal with them later when she got off the General’s whipping. She knew the other attendees of the General’s summon were already aware of the proposed meeting. But orders are orders.

She composed a text and sent it to the Super Agents. Shina, Ambrose and Tawo. Together they were called The Deadly Quartet. The four of them were in line to succeed the General.

Ambrose was the Tactical Genius. His specialty was planning operations, attacks and infiltrating impossible fortresses with a very short deadline. If there was a place that could never be breached and you wanted someone to go in and come out unseen, give the job to Ambrose.

He never failed an operation. He always worked alone. He loved men and was known to be in love with any guy whose ass could take his huge shaft, He was the highest paid member of the four.

Tawo was the super spy. He was the king of multiple personalities, and the master of deception and disguise. He had eight different names, 5 different passports, and was a citizen in 3 continents. He spoke English, French, German, Spanish, Ga, Twi, Hausa, Swahili and Italian.

He was the youngest of the Deadly Quartet and also the coolest. He was also responsible for bugging phones, cars and people. He designed a special application which could make him connect with any satellite he chose and track anyone, anywhere in the world.

He was the General’s only son. He was not close to his father and secretly wished him dead. The General knew this but could not afford to have him silenced. He was his only surviving blood. Besides, Tawo was hard to extinguish.

He was the most difficult member to find or reach. You don’t find him. He finds you. The Deadly Quartet was hard to kill. Only the General knew all their weaknesses.

Time was 9pm. Along with the Deadly Quartet, the Tactics team consisting of Max, Gerrar, Eddy, Mark, Iyke, Francis and Brenda was also invited to the meeting at the Watch Tower.

They gathered in the large Oval Office. Max, Gerrar, Eddy and Mark sat on one side of the room in a semi-circle, talking in whispers.

Iyke and Francis sat together but were farther away from the group. They were not talking. Brenda was busy with her blackberry phone. Sophia was sitting at the top of the conference table, cleaning her nails. She looked so beautiful. Ambrose was sitting 4 feet from her, his legs crossed. He was not smiling.

Tawo breezed in at 9:13pm. As he sat down, a voice came in from the speakers above. It was the General.

“Thank you for coming late, Tawo.”

Tawo nodded and waved to the air.

“Welcome agents. I can see that we have all been familiarizing ourselves. There is cause for worry. Our organization has been infiltrated. This has never happened before. Good job by Sophia and Shina.

The threat has been nullified. However, this is to warn you that you should be on the alert now than ever before. There could be others like her as there is also a more desperate detective who wants to get behind the situation.

Temporary steps have been taken. Good job by Tawo and Ambrose. Be on the lookout. As from now, you will resume normal jobs at various offices assigned to you. You will find a file under your pillows when you get home. Show up at your respective offices and live as normal life as possible. You would be contacted if we need you. That will be all.” The voice went dead.

As the agents got up to leave the room, the voice came back on again.

“Super Agents wait behind.”

10 minutes later, each Super-Agent had been assigned an order. They also had identical files under their pillows, but they were instructions not job descriptions. Operation Subterfuge was activated.

Detective Ahmed woke up to find himself in a very strange place. White tiled walls, strange smell and a very small and uncomfortable bed. He tried to move but he felt a sharp pain on his left wrist.

There was a drip on his wrist and a small amount of blood had formed at the tip of the needed. How did he find himself at the hospital? Which hospital was he? He remembered just a little part of the earlier events. He was riding his Power Bike. He had a collision. That was all he could remember. He pressed the emergency button.

“Nurse!!!” He called out. No answer.

“Nurse!!!” He called again screaming as loud as his strength could carry and pressing the emergency bell a million times.

Seconds later, a young man in a long white apparel came in to his room. He was all smiles as he approached his bed.

“How may I help you Mr. Ahmed?” the doctor asked with a smile on his face.

“It’s Detective Ahmed. Please doctor where am I? Where are my phones? How long have I been here?” Ahmed said, trying to sit upright.

“No no no please Detective. You need to relax.” He said pushing him gently back on the bed and continued, “You lost quite some amount of blood and we have been monitoring your condition for a while. When you wake up you will get all the answers you seek. Please just relax.” He finished.

He took out a syringe and drew some liquid from a finger size plastic container. He tapped Ahmed’s free hand and found a vein. He injected the contents of the syringe inside Ahmed and removed it from his body.

“That would help you relax” the doctor told Ahmed.

“Thank you” Ahmed replied.

The doctor smiled, took his tray and walked towards the door. Ahmed’s eyes had begun to close. He opened the door and turned to Ahmed. He walked back to him and spoke very softly.

“By the way I am not a doctor. My name is Tawo. You have been poking your nose into business that is bigger than you. The crash should have killed you. You are lucky to be alive. Ï just injected you with a form of Amnesia virus. When you wake up you will lose all memory of the past five weeks. I was never here. Good day Ahmed.”

Tawo shut the door behind him and left the hospital. He got to the car park drove out

He sent an encrypted text to Sophia.

“I’m done. Your turn to move

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