The two men held the guns carefully , turned them around in their hands and imagined their efficiency.They imagined the bullet zooming through the air,going through THE IDIOT'S forehead and spilling brain matter and blood onto the cream colour Persian rug. The decision had been reached unanimously and they had all worked hard to ensure the plans didn't derail.The Head of Departments too were already fed up with the Vice Chancellor for so many reasons,he had committed a lot of atrocities against 'powers that be'.
First and foremost,he frowned against extortion of money from the students by lecturers (the students were not complaining ,imagine!) ,he also devised a mechanism to keep track of lecturers that came to class thereby robbing some of them the time to relax in their offices and the restaurants littered all over campus or have fun with some of the foolish,naive and desperate female students(something he termed 'molestation')when some of them apparently enjoyed it !.The bastard was a real pain in the ass thus the plan to eliminate him.The plan to take him out wasn't in the books from the start ,the initial plan was to burn his Highlander, kidnap one of his kids as a warning ,and round it up by paying some ne'er-do-wells to give him some light beating that would knock him off campus for a few weeks...
Yes, that was the previous plan but not anymore,this time he had bitten more than he could chew.A sum of money which ran into millions of naira which was allocated to the building of an e-library in the school had disappeared among the deans of faculty that were in charge of the execution of the project....who cared ,it had happened before....but this one was different,the bastard smelled a rat and insisted he was going to raise alarm despite all means of settlement offered him.So be it,he was going to pay for it,and dearly too.They would see to that this time.
The two men rubbed the guns carefully and smiled at each other with glee.They were the ones chosen for the job and they were the best .There were three AK 47s lying on the table apart from the revolvers in their hands waiting for the job ahead later in the night.The spare weapons were made available in case anything went wrong,they didn't expect anything to go wrong anyway, the idiot was their easiest target so far .After all ,an animal whose name is famous doesn't necessarily fill the hunter's basket.Nothing to fear,the VC was nothing but a loud-mouthed idiot who had nothing but 'shakara'.
But a lot of unexpected events were going to take place later that night,they just didn't know it.

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The Vice Chancellor woke with a start , rubbed his eyes with the back of his palm and stared at the bedside digital alarm clock, it read 1:20 am. The dream was terrible ,he had been running at full speed as a man with a vaguely familiar face pursued him fiercely with a razor-sharp matchet .Those dreams had been very frequent in the last few weeks, if it was not a gun being aimed at his thigh, he would be watching an interesting game of volleyball only to discover it was his own head that was flying back and forth from one side of the net to the other. Apart from the fact that these dreams always drenched him in sweat each time he had them, another thing they had in common was that a tall lanky man whose face was vaguely familiar was in them all, for example, he was the umpire at the interesting volleyball match.
He stood up slowly and walked briskly to the kitchen where he made himself a warm cup of coffee . It seemed odd to him that the staff quarters which was about half a mile in distance from the VC’s lodge was unusually calm and quiet. Then he realized upon reflection that most of the lecturers had sent their children to relatives for the holidays and utilized the rare, temporary quiet for script marking. Perhaps the only set of persons who loathed the holiday period were lecturers his age who were burdened with visiting grandchildren. Fortunately for him, his grandchildren, children and his wife were in the UK celebrating the arrival of another of his grandchildren.
He really felt uneasy tonight ,he couldn’t say it was the unusual calm that descended over the neighbourhood that caused it neither could he blame it on the nightmares because he believed his Jesus in whom he believed so much was greater than all principalities and powers that sought to shoot him in the thigh or play a sort of an ungodly ball game with his head .As he recalled the dream ,he suddenly felt an immense dislike for volleyball(a game for which he was chosen captain in his final year in secondary school).
His brows furrowed as he suddenly remembered something that he had not seen or touched in a long time. He walked briskly into the room, lifted the bed slowly brought out a shiny piece of metal and took it to the bedside lamp to have a clearer look. The .22 magnum gleamed as the bedside lamp cast its light on it .The object reminded him of another thing also. He walked to wardrobe and brought out a black apparatus that seemed designed to be worn on the chest .An amateur would have called it a bullet proof vest but it wasn’t. It was a
Kevlar vest made to repel the bullets of revolvers and the Kalashnikovs but it couldn’t stand a chance against a shotgun or hunting guns in general .That was expected anyway, those guns were designed to pierce the hide of rhinos and elephants and those were much more tough than a Kevlar vest.
Subconsciously, he removed the pajamas top and tried on the vest with the fascinated expression of a child in possession of a prized toy. His face broke into a wide smile has he remembered the queer and unusual way the two objects came his way .He put on the pajamas top and he discovered that the apparatus beneath was barely visible .He raised his hands to the to the topmost button with the intention of removing the Kevlar only for him to hear a knock at the door .His heart raced as he looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, it said 2:19 .He looked around for the gun to hide it and he remembered he had returned it to its place under the mattress ,he didn’t bother removing the object beneath his pajamas since it wasn’t visible. The question that was racing in boots across the tracks of his mind was “who could it be at this time of the night” to which he had no answer, no previous appointments ,it couldn’t be his wife ,oh! it might be the night guard probably coming report seeing male students sneaking out of the women’s hostel. That was it ,he thought ,he doubted if the shifty and petite looking old man himself would turn down an offer to spend a night in the women’s hostel.
“Who is there?”, he asked in the most tough-sounding voice he could muster .
“Ah! Oga na me ,sorry say I dey disturb una sleep”
He felt as if a bowl of ice water had been thrown over him as relieved spread through his body. It was the guard alright just that his voice was sounding panicky and fearful.
He was thrown backward with a great force as he opened the door by just a crack.
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TWO

“You always think you are the smartest, don’t you?” asked one of the masked figures with a voice charged with menace and hatred.
“When him suppose chop him own and allow another man chop, no, he prefer to blow grammar sotey allow the thing pour for sand”, mused the other masked figure with a voice charged with contemptuous humour, more sinister than the menacing voice.
The VC was now lying supine on his back, blood dribbled from his forehead down his face onto the checkered pajamas; his breath was coming in sharp gasps while the two masks made themselves comfortable on the sofa apparently unconcerned with state of their victim. A few feet away from the VC was the huddled unconscious form of the guard, hands tied behind the back, a thick yellow rag in his mouth.
The VC felt himself coming from a pit of total darkness unto a surface of light. An intense pain flooded his brain as rays of light came to his eyeballs as his eyelids fluttered. He tried opening his eyes inch by inch in order to familiarize them with the pain in snatches.
“You can pretend the whole day if you so wish, that doesn’t stop me at all” said one of the masks not removing his gaze from the window.
The other giggled maniacally.
“Shut up” said the first mask silently and the second assailant fell silent.
The VC struggled to sit down when he heard the voices even though his head still felt very heavy and yellow little stars danced steadily before his face. Raising his head with difficulty, he looked from mask one to mask two and to the huddled figure of the guard on the ground and the memories came flooding….the guard’s panicky voice, the searing pain when he opened the door , his fall through space and the darkness that descended slowly like a black blanket….
He looked at the guard again in his hazy vision, put two and two together and guess what had happened. The guard had been used as bait under duress to make him open the door and was knocked out thereafter. Who were these two? A part of his brain asked and another part of his brain supplied the answer instantly. E-library fund, e-library fund, e-library fund….his head was throbbing….
“In your selfishness, you decide to make your life unbearable for others”
He saw the pair of blue sneakers come nearer and stopped a pair of suede flat-tops were already on his left side; separated from the guard by a few inches. His eyes travelled from the blue sneakers upwards and he saw it. The weapon was raised at him. A groan escaped him.
“Do am quickquick jare” a voice came from the left with a chuckle.
“I won’t tell you to keep shut again”
He grimaced as he waited for the end. Lord….forgive me father….I am dying for the truth….any sins I have committed, knowingly and unknowingly…. Lord, let someone hear them….Lord, let the servants come in….
As if in response to his thoughts, a voice said above him “No will hear us, the gun has a silencer, came at great personal cost.”
“An arm and a leg” said another voice with a chuckle.
The first voice unusually ignored the second and continued “Your servants are knocked out; I never knew they loved bananas so much, this is damn too easy.”
“And monkeys are quite intelligent, don’t they say so?” said the second voice with a high cackle.
“Shut your trap I say, or else you become subject two” the first mask reprimanded the second in a voice heavy with contempt.
“They will be out for the next two hours but you won’t be there….you caused this Richard and you know it. You are a very meddlesome fool, standing for the truth and….”
“You don’t have to do this son, you are not what they are making of you” the VC said weakly.
“Don’t you give me that gibberish, you bastard!”
Images flooded through his brain: his children and little grandchildren, his favourite students, his subfusc hanging neatly on the wall, little Obi riding his first tricycle, Melissa…..
The gun cocked. Two muffled shots. An ear-splitting wail. Smoke.