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© Oluwatosin Emmanuel Oyinloye
Bethanna Military Hospital,
Evelyn was sitting in the hospital bed, dressed in the hospital blue shirt and shorts. She had her back resting against the headboard and both legs stretched forward. There was a bandage around her left lap where one of the bullets had pierced into.
The first bullet that hit her on the battleground had met with the bulletproof vest and only sent her falling without penetrating her body. She was also fortunate to get the bullet into her laps, an area where there were enough tissues to prevent it from causing so much damage.
A knock sounded on the door but before she could respond, Steve opened and walked in.
“Oh! I’m sorry, you were asleep the last time I came in. I thought you would still be sleeping,” he apologized as he approached her quickly, holding her phone in his hand.
“It’s no problem,” she replied to him.
“We just retrieved all phones,” he said with a sigh, holding her phone up in between his thumb and the index finger. “I just finished sending the phones of the late officers to their closest relatives, and I decided to bring yours here. I’m sure you must have been eager to reach your family.”
“Thanks,” she appreciated with a smile as he handed the phone to her. She stared at the phone for a moment and couldn’t imagine how worried her mother would be. She had told the woman she would be back the next day but this was the second day.
Steve remained standing where he was after giving her the phone. She raised her head to stare at his face while he was also staring back at her.
“So, how are you doing, Evelyn?” He finally asked.
“I’m okay,” She replied with a light smile.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been here to see you,” Steve gave another apology.
“It’s no problem,” she replied with a note of understanding. “I know how hard it can be for you as the leader of the team.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and heaved a sigh. “Only eight of us survived that battle. We lost every other soldier.”
Evelyn took in a breath and shook her head slightly. She stared directly into his eyes. “I can imagine how you feel, Steve. I feel so bad about it all too. Not just because I got hit but because it went all wrong.”
Steve raised his eyes and stared at her face. He had mixed feelings. She was the only one he suspected who could be the mole in the team. But she also got hit by the bullet. He knew Evelyn might have also planned that the bullet hit her. However, what confused him was that she got hit when she tried to help Sandra when the bullet hit her. If she were the mole working with the Wolves, then she wouldn’t have had any reason to try saving Sandra. That alone confused him.
“What the verdict at the office?” She asked after he remained silent for long.
“The verdict?” he chuckled and shook his head. “There is no verdict yet. I guess I’d get the verdict when I get to work tomorrow.”
“And is there any idea of who the mole is?”
The question made Steve stare at her face for a little while. “No,” he answered, shaking his head.
“I hope they don’t take the case from us.”
Steve chuckled. “We messed it up; I don’t think that’s possible.”
“The mole messed it up, not us,” Evelyn stated.
“We had a f***ing mole in our team,” Steve voiced with some anger in his voice. “We messed it up by allowing that.”
“I don’t think it’s in our team,” Evelyn replied. “I think it’s one of the executives.”
Steve widened his eyes at her. “You really think it’s one of them?”
She nodded in response.
“Is there something you need to tell me?” He asked as he moved closer.
She took in a deep breath and was about to answer him when the door opened. They both turned their faces to the door to see who it was.
“Evelyn!” Cynthia screamed in excitement as she ran from the entrance towards the bed. She jumped to the bed to hug Evelyn, who also embraced her back tightly.
Soon, Mrs. Alexander and Paul Edwards appeared at the door. Even though Mrs. Alexander made no sound, the happiness on her face was glaring. She stood transfixed at the door and didn’t move until Paul Edwards touched her lightly on the shoulder. Then, she proceeded towards her daughter slowly. Paul Edwards followed behind.
“Evelyn, why didn’t you give us a call?” The woman asked as she dragged a seat closer and held her daughter’s hands. “We heard on the news how many soldiers died on the mission and we were scared you were one of them.”
“I’m alive, Mom,” Evelyn smiled. “I’m doing just fine.”
The woman looked towards the bandaged lap and stared at Evelyn’s face again. “You got shot here?”
“Yes,” Evelyn answered. “But it’s okay now, the bullet has been removed and the wound is healing fast.”
“Can you walk?” Cynthia interrupted with a tiny voice.
“Yes, but not very well now. The leg still hurts, so I better not walk on it to help it heal faster,” Evelyn replied.
Paul Edwards heaved a sigh of relief after a moment of watching the family’s emotional moment. He turned towards Steve who also gazed at him at that moment. He made a sign with a shrug to Steve who nodded back in understanding.
Paul moved closer to the bed to talk to Mrs. Alexander. “I guess I can leave you guys here now.”
“Yes, sure.” Mrs. Alexander smiled. “Thanks so much.”
Paul smiled back and then glanced at Evelyn. “Take care.”
Steve also moved closer to the family and turned to Evelyn first. “I guess we’d talk later,” he said, managing to put a smile on. “Make sure you get enough rest.”
“See you later, Cynthia,” he said to the little girl with a smile and then turned to Mrs. Alex. “Goodnight, Ma’am.”
“Goodnight, Officer.” Mrs. Alexander replied.
Steve smiled and nodded his head slightly before he turned to join Paul who was waiting for him. Paul placed a hand on his shoulder as they both walked towards the door.
Mrs. Alexander watched until the men were out before she turned back to Evelyn. Evelyn was already waiting for her with a question.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“Henry told me,” Mrs. Alex replied.
Evelyn stared at her, surprised. “Henry?”
“Yes, I wouldn’t stop calling him. He had to tell me when I wasn’t going to stop weeping.”
“Okay,” Evelyn squinted at her mom. “You called him on phone?”
The woman nodded.
“That means he’s not around, right?”
“Yes, he isn’t,” Mrs. Alex frowned. “He told me you knew they were also going for a mission.”
“Yeah, I know they were supposed to go for one after us,” Evelyn nodded. “But I hope you didn’t let Chairman Paul know who told you how to find me.”
“Of course, I didn’t. Henry warned me not to. He said he could lose his job if I told anyone he told me where to come.”
Evelyn heaved a sigh of relief.
“So, what did you tell the chairman?”
“I told it I heard a journalist mention that the surviving officers were being treated here.”
“Okay, that’s fair enough.”
Mrs. Alexander took a look at Evelyn’s face again and heaved a sigh of relief. She got up and sat at the edge of the bed and then pulled her daughter into a warm embrace.
“So, why didn’t you call us?”
Evelyn let out a breath. “We dropped our devices before going for the mission. I only got it back a few minutes ago. I shouldn’t have told you when I’ll be back. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be so worried. “
Mrs. Alex smiled. “I was not just worried; I was scared. But Henry was so sure you were alive.”
“He kept on telling me to hold on and that I was going to receive your call soon.”
“He is right. I planned to call you after talking to the colleague you met here.”
“Well, I think I have to call him now,” Mrs. Alex took out her phone and got up from the bed.
“He could be busy right now, why not wait till tomorrow?” Evelyn interrupted.
“Did he go on a night mission like you too?” Mrs. Alexander asked.
Evelyn shook her head. “I don’t know the details of their mission.”
“It’s late already and I think it’s the best time he can answer my calls,” Mrs. Alex insisted. “He answered when I called him last night.”
She dialed the number on her phone and placed it close to her ear. After some seconds, she put it down and dialed again.
“He could be busy tonight,” Evelyn put in.
“I think so,” Mrs. Alexander finally gave up. “He’s not answering his calls.”
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DIA Club, Estaru
“She’s not answering her calls, neither is she responding to the communicator,” Henry heard Samantha’s voice sound in his earphones again.
“Is the location of the tracker still intact?” Henry asked in a calm tone.
“Yes, it is.”
“Send me the files to lead me to the exact spot,” he requested.
Some minutes ago
It was him, Trip Jones. The same motherf***”r that she had to spend the night with at that hotel. He just walked into the section alone and didn’t even look towards where the sex workers were standing. He just proceeded straight towards the rooms for a quickie. It only meant he had booked a room and had ordered a sex worker earlier.
Jennifer mind drifted away from the mission they had that night. What she could see was Cole, lying dead and lifeless in his pool of blood. Her mind began to imagine how Trip Jones could have been the one who ordered Cole’s brutal death. But even if he wasn’t the one who did, he was involved in it.
She remembered again that they were on a mission that night. But that the mission only focused on killing Elvis Kahn and Hutton Ryker. She hadn’t come back with Henry to Bethanna on a mission to kill Hutton Ryker; she had come back to avenge Cole. And this seemed to be an excellent opportunity to kill Trip Jones who also had a direct hand in Cole’s death. She also noticed he was bearing a VIP tag and her primary task in that mission was to steal a VIP tag and take it to Maxwell. Killing him that night would mean killing two birds with a stone. She stepped out of the line and followed in Trip’s direction.
With every step she took, she considered different techniques which would be the best to kill him. She followed until she took note of the room he got into before turning back to get her purse in the room. As she turned back to walk out of the room, she looked around to see if there was any weapon that she could use to attack him. But there was none. The security in the club was so tight that it was difficult to bring a metallic object in. However, she found a bottle of wine kept somewhere just beside the door.
Trip got into the room and laid with the upper half of this body and his butt in the bed while his feet were on the floor. After some seconds, he got up and turned to the other side of the bed. He sat and began to take off his shirt slowly, starting from unbuttoning the sleeves.
Five minutes later, he had already taken off the clothes and arranged them on the hanger by the wall in front. He was laying just the same way he laid when he got in first.
He took in a deep breath as he heard the sound of the door opening. It was going to be a delightful time again with his favorite sex worker, Holley. He had chosen her as his favorite because she possessed excellent skills in being in charge of the sex even when he was tired.
That night, he wasn’t just going to let her ride on him, but he was ready for boisterous sex. He already planned all the positions he was going to place her that night.
However, Trip felt something awkward about that night. Holley was unbelievably quiet. She loved talking about her money immediately she walked into the room. Her silence got him confused, and he wondered why she wasn’t talking.
He could feel her footsteps getting closer, and he anticipated how her hands were going to caress the hairs on his chest soon. But then the silence baffled him, and he decided to turn to see and got the shock of his life. It was another girl.
He tried to get up from the bed quickly, but Jennifer was fast. She jumped on him and stabbed his neck with the broken bottle.
He yelled and managed to push her away from him. He also fell to the ground and quickly took out the bottle from his neck. His hands were already soaked in blood from his neck which was dripping down his chest. He managed to get up to his feet and turned to see who it was.
He was shocked to see Jennifer standing right before him. The blood was still dripping down his body. He knew he would pass out soon and most likely die as he knew it would be difficult for him to get medical attention quickly enough. But he wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
With the last strength he could muzzle, he charged towards with the broken bottle in his hand. She didn’t expect he would have enough power to attack her but she was able to respond swiftly. As he charged towards her, she threw the purse to his face to distract him and was also able to send two kicks to his belly. He fell uncontrollably to the bed. She quickly bent down to take the handkerchief which had dropped out from the purse on the floor. She moved to the bed quickly to cover his nose with it, but he still had much more strength than she expected. He was able to stop her hand from reaching him and eventually sent a kick to her belly which weakened her.
He turned her over quickly and got on top, dishing her three huge blows on the face. She tried to struggle, but he was still stronger. He rained her more blows to weaken her and then finally placed his hands around her neck to strangle her.
She felt his hand so strong on her neck. She tried to struggle but she couldn’t find the strength. The blood on his neck was dropping to her face as his hands forced out life from her body. She felt hot all through her body until she no longer had the strength to move.