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Presidential Assassination by invincible4(m): 6:38am On Apr 25, 2016 |
01/10/2060
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Aso rock, Abuja.
It was a bright sunny
afternoon. The sun was at
its peak, showering its own
version of blessings on the
Nigerian nation. A blue
camry with dark tinted
glasses drove down aso
drive. The road was
relatively congested.
People were still trooping
to Aso villa where the
grand celebration was
being held.
Today marked Nigeria’s
hundred years of
independance. Millions of
naira had been billed for
this day. Delegates from
renowned international
organizations, queen
Ashely of England and
president Bobby Grant of
USA were in Nigeria to
grace the occasion.
Uniformed men paraded
the road, they were
directing cars, mostly
convoys to different
parking lots. The camry
was brought to a halt in
front of the yellow house.
It bounced twice, on the
same spot.
Sean undid his seat belt.
He stared at the man
seated next to him. Mike
had panicked crafted all
over his face. Sean wasn’t
perturbed. He was used to
seeing people this way.
“so, can we go in?”
sean’s question was slow
and impactful.
Mike was silent. Sean
smiled in an intimidating
way. He clicked some
buttons on the airbag. A
computer screen popped
up. Sean clicked a video
icon.
Faint cries and sobs were
heard as the video played.
Mike looked away, with
teary eyes. His wife and
only kid were tied down.
Time bombs were
strapped to their
abdomen. Each bomb read
“00:01′ but stopped
ticking.
“just a click and they are
up in flames” sean
intimidated.
Mike heaved a noisy sigh.
He had to choose between
betraying Nigeria and
saving his family.
He weighed both options
for several seconds.
“yes we shall” he replied.
“good” sean gave him a
silver coated brief case.
They both stepped out of
the car.
Sean was a lethal assassin,
an international killer. He
executed his jobs without
fear and always sailed
unscathed. His latest
mission was to assassinate
Nigerian president, Hassan
Kwali.
They scaled through five
check points and finally got
in the yellow house; SSS
headquarters.
Mike was a chief in the
state security service. Sean
only needed him to scale
through the checks.
“i’d take it from here. Give
it back”
mike did as instructed. He
gave sean the brief case.
He couldn’t stop thinking
about his family. He
secretly hoped they would
ae safe.
“i’d text you their location
in 20minutes. If nothing
goes wrong” sean said as if
he read Mike’s thoughts.
He stepped into the
elevator and clicked some
buttons. Five minutes later
he was on the fifth floor.
SSS agents were more
crowdered on the fifth
floor. He sank into them
and made his way to a
restroom tagged ‘113’
his wristwatch beeped, a
green compass point
floated on it, indicating a
camera was hidden
somewhere. After a
moment search sean found
the camera. He retrieved a
laser pen from his breas.t
pocket, he used it to
overload the camera
sensors; temporary
malfunctioning it.
Someone cleared his
throat from behind. Sean
turned slowly, he
camouflaged his alertness.
His gaze met with a stout
looking man.
The man frowned.
“what are you doing?”
sean smiled convincingly.
“good morning sir”
he changed the topic.
The man wouldn’t any of
that. “i said what were you
doing?!” he asked sternly.
The man walked closer,
sean pretended to be
scared.
The distance between the
was almost closing, perfect
for an attack. Sean flipped
in the air, he kicked the
man’s cheek.
The man staggered few
steps backward.
He got hold of himself and
punched sean on a left
thigh.
Sean threw a pin from his
‘pen’ the pin struck his
opponent on his neck. The
man fell, unconscious.
Sean searched each
cubicles, to be sure he was
alone.
He mounted a silenced
sniper on a window in the
left. He checked his timer.
Ten minutes had been
expended. President
Hassan should be
delivering a speech by
now.
He squinted through the
rifle’ telescope. He was
right. Hassan was on the
podium. Sean waited two
seconds for the crosshair
to be stable.
Suddenly a presidential
aide obstructed the view.
“d--n!” sean cursed loudly.
Four minutes after, the
aide was out of view. Sean
aimed perfectly. He sent
two bullets into the
president. Hassan fell face
down, immediately, people
crowded around him.
***********
Mike kicked the door
angrily. Balls of sweat
trickled down his head. He
was kicking the toilet door
for the seventh time. It
obviously was locked from
within.
His chest heaved in rythme
to soft pants. He
exchanged glances with
other agents. There was a
rapid optical and hand
communication between
them.
Agent Joe shot the door
lock. He pushed it open
forcefully.
Mike made signs, all
agents walked in. Pointing
their guns as they moved
calculatively.
Hidden surveillance
cameras showed a fight in
the restroom. Other
footages captured the
assailant with a sniper. His
face wasn’t clear, mike pin
pointed him as the dude
that kidnapped his family.
The restroom had no
escape route. Mike was
certain he would nap the
criminal.
Mike dispersed his team
through various toilet
cubicles. |
Re: Presidential Assassination by invincible4(m): 6:42am On Apr 25, 2016 |
The agents searched for
five minutes, there was no
trace of the culprit.
Mike was baffled he
wondered how the
criminal escaped.
He went round the large
restroom, searching for
clues.
He was deep in thoughts
many options ran in his
subconscious. A voice
jolted him to reality.
“boss! I’ve found him” Joe
tittered happily.
Mike grinned devilishly.
He walked back to the
toilet’ walkway.
Joe dragged his victim to
where Mike and other
agents stood.
The body seemed lifeless
he was wearing a sack
mask. ‘perhaps he his
pretending’ Mike thought
and smiled.
“remove the mask” he
commanded.
Tension ruled the aura
around them. All agents
couldn’t wait to see
president Hassan’s killer.
Their names would go
down in history they
couldn’t prevent the
assassination, atleast they
nabbed the culprit.
Joe removed the mask.
Rather than jubilating, the
agents were silent. They
had been tricked! The man
behind the mask was the
stout man sean attacked.
Mike looked frustrated. He
hissed angrily.
“you broke the rules”
Mike heard a whisper. He
looked around him, his
teamates were too busy to
play pranks. ‘another bolt
of confusion. The criminal
is diabolic!’ he thought.
“your left ear”
the whisper came again.
Mike inserted shaky index
finger in his ears. It was
then he realised an ear
wig was placed in it.
He removed the wig and
trampled on it.
His cohorts were surprised
with his sudden outburst.
“that son of a gun….”
Mike’s voice trailed down.
Two successive explosions
rocked outside the
building.
A smoke bomb rolled
towards the agents. It
exploded almost instantly.
The room became hazy,
the men coughed loudly.
They staggered about the
room.
Sean jumped down. He had
a shawl over his face. He
ran to the exit.
*******
President Hassan was led
on a stretcher to an air
courier. He was being
flown to USA. His survival
was at stake. The bullets
struck vital parts of his
body. A team of medical
specialists were attending
to him as the plane flew.
Men of Nigeria army were
evacuating crémé de la
crémes out of Aso Villa in
bullet proofed SUVs.
Confusion was the lord of
the moment. People
moved helter skelter.
Force men were trying to
navigate them out of the
scene. ‘crazy’ reporters
lingered from afar. Taking
snapshots and short
videos.
“excuse me ma. Whats
your take on this?” a
reporter asked a soldier.
The woman soldier
slapped the reporter
angrily.
“why are civilians addicted
to stubborness? Get out”
she commanded
authoritatively.
Intelligence reports had
spread to all law
enforcement agents. The
culprit reportedly sniped
from a window in SSS
headquarters. (the yellow
house)
Land soldiers surrounded
the building, split fire F.22
jet fighters hovered in the
sky above the yellow
house. ‘the culprits must
not escape’ an order from
chief of defense staff.
Air marsha Isaiah was in
one of the jets, his face
was tight with anger. He
sighed heavily then clicked
his phone and placed it in
his ears.
“thats incompetence at its
peak! How can you explain
someone sneaking into
your building?”
he ranted.
“my men have pin pointed
him. He wouldn’t escape”
the SSS chief executive
defended.
“he better don’t” Isaiah
replied and hung up.
***
Sean clicked a yellow
button that had ‘2’
inscribed on it. The
elevator kicked motion.
Sean knew he wouldn’t
make it out through the
first floor. It was always
heavily guarded. He’d
memorised the building’s
blue prints. There was a
‘not commonly used’ exit
on the second floor. He
was camouflaged in a
black SSS uniform, extra
beards and a dark cap.
The elevator moved for
minutes and suddenly
stopped on the third floor.
Sean raised his brows. The
chief executive’s office was
on the third floor. Worst
still, it had no exit. Sean
swallowed hard. He didn’t
have much weapons on
him. He knew killing
Hassan was a suicided
mission, as a matter of
fact, he was ready to die
albeit he wouldn’t go
down without seeing his
sister.
The elevator door opened.
Sean refused to hop out. A
middle aged man stepped
in. Sean recognized him as
the chief executive of SSS.
There was no iota of
communication between
them. The man clicked a
button for the 1st floor.
“excuse me sir. I’m headed
for the second floor” sean
sounded courtious.
“don’t you know there is
an emergency? All agents
would converge on the 1st
floor” the executive
replied.
Something caught his
attention. The name
‘bankole’ and clearance on
the tag Sean wore didn’t
match with the bankole he
knew.
Level two clearance was
under him, the only
bankole on his crew was
clean shaved.
This must be the culprit.
How smart!’ the executive
thought. An idea struck
him. He clicked a button for
the 1st floor. |
Re: Presidential Assassination by invincible4(m): 6:45am On Apr 25, 2016 |
The elevator was brought
to a halt on the second
floor. Its door slided open.
From research sean knew
it’ll take ten seconds
before the door close
automatically.
He punche the executive
on his belly. The executive
didn’t show any reaction
rather he retrieved a pistol
from his waist. The man
shot, unfortunately sean
had dived out, he dogded
the bullet.
Sean was counting in his
subconscious. 8 seconds
had passed. He quickly
threw a grenade into the
elevator. The door locked
itself just when the
executive planned running
out.
There was a loud explosion
in the elevator.
******
‘how long would it take
you?’ Dave asked
impatiently.
“15 minutes” Frank
replied.
“make it 10” said Dave.
A handglove which was
speculated to be the
culprit’s fell from the
building. Frank was able to
extract finger prints from
it. The prints matched a
database in mtn service
provider.
Frank was placing a
tracker on the user’s port.
With that the user’s
location would be pin
pointed.
**
sean made it outside the
building. He blended into
the rampage on the street.
His car wasn’t in the park
lot. He wondered who took
it. He desperately need an
automobile.
A biker drove towards him.
The bike almost knocked
him out. He escaped by
whiskers.
He quickly got up.
“MICHAEL ROBERTSON
SURRENDER’
a voice shouted from a
gramaphone. Michael was
his actual name. How did
they get it? Some one
betrayed him. He thought.
The biker left a piece of
paper. Sean unfolded it
and read its content.
“michael. A car is in your 1
o’clock. Take it and get
away”
The boss had maintained
he did the job alone. No
back up, no nothing.
This was either a trap or
the boss changed his mind.
Whichever way, he must
get out.
There was an explosion
from behind. Just when he
was about stepping into
the car.
The cops fell for his trap.
He knew they were
tracking his phone. The
device was made of
pressure sensitive diodes.
He had dumped it in a
room.
Sean dsove stealthily down
the street. A helicop
landed beside his car. The
boss leaned beside the
helicop. Sean grinned he
picked a vidfo player from
the car and walked into
the helicopter.
He sat at the extreme end.
He played the video player
. He’d found it in the car.
A familiar looking lady
came into view.
“hi Michael. She paused,
chuckled and continued.
“you’ve grown so big. I
guess you can’t even
recogniye me. Its ciara
your big sis. Drive to the
location on the paper. I’d
meet you there”
tears bathed his cheek as
he listened to her.
Sean was just 12 years old
when their house was
attacked. Their parents
were killed. The ‘boss’
rescued him while his
sister was saved by
someone else.
Sean felt a metal on his
gead. He jerked from
reverie.
Tge boss was pointing a
gun to him.
Sean was taken aback.
“you’ve seen her right?
What a twisted fate. She
works for NIA and you’ar a
criminal.”
“what! You know all this
while?” sean asked.
The boss nodded.
“you know, i’ve always
wondered who would kill
me.
I’m glad its you. All i ever
did or know how to, you
taught me”
sean muttered with teary
eyes.
He continued. “just let me
hug her before i die”
the boss didn’t reply. He
pulled the trigger sean
docked but the bullet
struck his stomach. He fell
down.
There were more gunshots
in the plane. Sean thought
he had died. He raised his
head. The boss was down,
in a pool of his own blood.
Ciara had shot him.
Ciara ran and hugged him
tightly.
Hot tears flooded her eyes.
“i miss you mike. I
searched the whole world
for you.”
“i love you dear sis. I’m
glad to see you. Even if you
can’t spend more time
together”
ciara shoke he head.
“you won’t die”
sean smiled painfully. “you
belong to the feds. I’m a
criminal. Go now, wd
shouldn’t be seen
together.”
“i couldn’t tell you before
now. President Hassan is
our dad”
sean raised his brows.
“he didn’t kill hasran, he
used poisoned rubber
bullet. The president may
survive. Sean smiled.
He was about replying
b2ouldn’t. He became
weak and heavy. He fell
dead in her hands. She felt
his pulse it was weak, he
hadn’t died yet. Shd smiled
wryly.
Just thea missile was fired
into the helicorpter. She
looked around, jet fighters
were flying towards them.
The craft wouldn’t last
another assault. She held
Sean tightly. Kicked the
helecopter’ glasses and
jumped out with him. Thdy
both fell into river benue.
*THE END* |
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Re: Presidential Assassination by lecturerdabo(m): 7:11am On Apr 25, 2016 |
Good piece invicible4! |
Re: Presidential Assassination by heemah(f): 8:29am On Apr 25, 2016 |
Wow! This is nice!! |
Re: Presidential Assassination by ritababe(f): 8:53am On Apr 25, 2016 |
invincible4: thanks for the mention |
Re: Presidential Assassination by joanee20(f): 9:03am On Apr 25, 2016 |
NYC story..kwontinu |
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nice |
Re: Presidential Assassination by Calmdove(f): 4:33pm On May 02, 2016 |
invincible4:thanks... |
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