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Restless - Episode 74
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© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
El Deols, Anthanna
"Good evening Ma'am," Sheila's bodyguard greeted as he opened the door for her to get into the backseat.
She stepped in and settled down while he entered into the front seat.
"Wait," Sheila said as the engine of the car was turned on, she took out her phone and unlocked it. "Please, give me some minutes to make a call, I'm not sure I'll like to head home directly."
"I'll have to go with you anywhere you go today ma'am," the bodyguard said, staring at her face through the rearview mirror. "I wouldn't like a repeat of what happened yesterday."
Sheila hated it when he insisted on following her out but she knew her father always compelled him to do so.
"Hey Adrian," she said into the phone as soon as her call was answered.
"Hey," the voice answered softly from the other end. "Good evening Sheila."
"Good evening Adrian," she replied. "I'm about to leave work now and I was wondering if you are free this evening, we could have dinner together like we did yesterday."
There was silence from Adrian's end and it lasted longer than expected.
"Are you with me Adrian?" Sheila asked.
"Oh Yes! Sorry, Uhmm...I'm currently not around but I'll be getting back home in the next thirty minutes, won't that be too late to meet you?"
"Ermm..." Sheila eyebrows gathered together as she considered another option. "Why don't we meet at my place? I'll fix dinner for both of us."
"Oh! Nice, can I be there by seven o'clock?"
"Yea, that's a good time." Sheila answered and ended the call.
A picture of Henry flashed through her mind as she kept the phone in her bag. She remembered again how both of them used to sit at the backseat of the same vehicle and how she used to rest her held on his shoulders while he wrapped his strong arms around her.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. The encounter with Stanley the previous day had brought so much of Henry's memories back to her mind which she hated. Apart from that morning which she did not think of him, every moment she was alone in the office, he had always found a way to creep into her mind. She thought the best way to get rid of him in her heart totally was to give Adrian a chance.
Piel City, Bethanna.
"Stay close behind me and hold the guns firmly," Henry said to Wilson as he led him down the stairs. Wilson followed closely, holding the guns in both hands and pointing around to warn the men met as they walked down.
The men gathered together but gave way as they saw how Henry held Tanko's neck firmly under his armpit and had a gun pointed to his head.
"No jokes, step aside men." Henry warned the men continuously as he climbed down to the ground floor and proceeded out of the building. He advanced towards the main gate immediately, keeping an eye on the men who were gathering and following slowly.
The men looked visibly angry and ready to attack. They had different weapons with them except for guns but they could not come closer to them for the fear of Tanko being hurt or even killed.
"Take the car keys from my pocket and bring it closer to the entrance," Henry stopped as they climbed the pavement of the entrance hall. Wilson took the keys and hurried out unstopped.
Henry proceeded slowly after him, looking back and forth as he approached the gate. He looked back more as only one man was at the gate and the others were behind.
His eyes met with the bloodshot eyes of the man they had met while coming in, he could see that the man had sustained an injury on his shoulder from their encounter. He carefully unbolted the gate and stepped outside. He spotted Wilson already driving closer and he quickly moved with his hostage to enter the vehicle.
15 Minutes Later.
"Your men aren't coming after us, they seem to have another plan." Henry said to Tanko. They were both sitting at the backseat of the vehicle while Wilson was at the front driving. For the past ten minutes, Henry had the mouth of his gun kissing the side of Tanko's belly while he looked back from time to time to check if the men from the Piel Territory were coming after them.
Tanko gave no reply but sat quietly in the car with his eyes looking forward.
"Take the turn, and drive into the public garage." Henry said to Wilson, and turned to look back, hoping to confirm during the turn if no one was really following them.
Wilson did as he was told, he turned into the road by the left hand side and continued driving slowly, his eyes searching for the public garage. He located the sign board far away at the front and increased his speed until he got closer. Henry hid his gun behind Tanko as they got to the gate, he took out a currency note from his jacket and handed to the men at the gate. They gave them a pass and allowed them drive in.
"Where would you like us to park?" Wilson asked as he drove into the place.
"The indoor garage," Henry replied.
Wilson glanced back at him wondering why Henry would choose the indoor facility. He however obeyed and drove into the garage. There was a lot of space in it, compared to the open area.
"We'd park where that blue car is," Henry said, after noticing a car which had just parked beside a bus.
"Take out your gun and take care of Tanko, don't bother trying to see what I want to do, it could make Tanko take the gun from you." Henry warned in a light tone and opened the door even before Wilson brought the car to a halt. He quickly put on his face cap.
He stepped out and closed the door immediately Wilson parked beside the blue car. He turned around the car quickly to meet the car owner just stepping out of the blue car. Wilson turned back in the car, pointing his gun at Tanko. He was inquisitive about knowing what Henry planned to do, but he remembered the warning not to watch so he fixed his focus on Tanko.
"Hey man!" Henry hailed the man.
"Hey!" the man stared at the stranger, wondering why he was walking towards him hurriedly. Henry blocked the man in the space between the bus and the blue car.
"I need your car for something quick," Henry said pointing a gun at him.
The scared man put stretched his keys towards Henry immediately and put the second hand in the air.
Henry did not only take the key but pulled him by the wrist. He dragged the car owner with him back to their car and stopped behind the boot.
"Unlock the boot," he shouted in a loud voice to Wilson.
He opened the boot with after noticing Wilson unlock it.
"Get in!" he commanded the car owner. "And do not make a sound for the next five minutes."
Scared of losing his life, the car owner stepped into the boot quickly and watched as Henry closed him inside.
Henry got back into the backseat of the car. He took off his face cap and handed it to Wilson, he also gave him the car keys he collected from the car owner. "Put this on and step out of the car with your head bowed. Get into the driver's side of that car and get it started."
Wilson did as he was told.
"Get up!" Henry commanded Tanko as he opened the door. He stepped out first and Tanko stepped out after him. He turned with Tanko through the front of the car this time and spoke to Wilson while he directed Tanko to the back. "Open the boot."
He dragged Tanko to the back of the new car and opened the boot.
Tanko already moved to get in even before Henry spoke to him but Henry wanted more than getting in. He took out an handkerchief from his back pocket and covered Tanko's nose with it.
He held Tanko's body as he fell unconscious and got him into the car. He hurried quickly to the driver's side and ordered Wilson to moved to the passenger's seat.
As they drove out, he could hear the car owner locked in the other boot already making some noise and hitting the sides of the vehicle.
FOX Corporation Headquarters,
EPA Hill, Bexford.
"Why should the police officers pass through a route in the village that has no CCTV coverage," Steve blasted angrily in the open office where he was.
Over ten people had their seats and tables in the office and more than seven were currently sitting, working on their computers, all trying to get the CCTV coverage to locate the culprit who escaped.
"Keep your eyes on the live stream, we should be able to locate when he tries to get out of that environment." Steve ordered in a loud voice.
"Boss, over fifty police officers were sent to Fortune area to search for him." Evelyn said as she walked into the place.
"Damn! I just hope they can find him, the boss would be mad at us for this." Steve complained bitterly, without turning to look at Evelyn.
"The boss is mad already, he called the police commissioner. The officers who took him from here are in trouble." Evelyn replied as she got closer. She stopped beside a table where a man was sitting and working on a computer and bent to peep into his work.
"That guy is wise, I truly doubt if they would find him." Steve said.
"Boss, we should be optimistic about this. It would be difficult for him to escape fifty officers," Evelyn tried to encourage him.
"That's if he hasn't escaped already before the officers got there," Steve said as he turned to her. "Those fools have just messed things up."
He turned again and walked to table to check what a female officer had on the computer screen. he was still standing there when his phone began to ring, he checked the caller. It was Paul Edwards.
Elvis Kahn was sitting alone in the living room. He had a laptop in front of him and a mouse by the side. His finger was however on the down arrow button which he used in scrolling the webpage he was on. He held the mouse and switched to another tab after finishing on that webpage. He scrolled for some minutes on the new page before he opened a new tab. He typed in the URL - youngicee.com into the navigation tab and clicked on go. The homepage of the website loaded and he scrolled to the news section. He scrolled down slowly, reading the headlines of the news when a particular one caught his attention, the featured image of the article was Stan's picture and the headline read - Suspect shoots police officers on Transit and escapes.
He clicked on the news quickly and began to read as soon as it loaded. He picked his phone after patiently reading for close to two minutes.
"Hey Ario, did you get the news that Stan escaped from officers on transit?"
"Yes sir, I did and I just made arrangements for some men to go in search for him." the call receiver replied from the other end.
"Also make arrangements for your men to remain at the station, your station is the closest to the location and he would most likely come there for protection. Fifty police officers have been deployed to search for him." Kahn said.
"That would be done sir," the receiver answered.
"Good, make sure he doesn't get back into the hands of the police." Kahn said.
"Yeah, I would try all I can."
Kahn ended the call and put his phone on the table. He thought of calling Hutton to inform him but he changed his mind. Hutton was on a very important trip and even though he was the strategist who always knew what to do in different situations, he deserved to be excluded from worrying about some things.
Kahn opened his contact list and began to scroll in search for people he could call to influence the police and stop them from carrying out an intensive search for Stan.
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Episode 74 contd
El Deols, Anthanna.
Adrian sat quietly on the dining table and watched as Sheila served the food on the table with the help of the maids. He was unusually silent that night.
He had on a black coloured cotton shirt tucked into grey trousers, with black cover shoes on his feet. His shirt was buttoned almost hallway down, slightly revealing his hairy chest. He looked cuter in his new haircut and new pattern of beards, but he looked less confident that night.
"The aroma is breath taking," he tried to fake a smile as Sheila sat directly opposite him.
Sheila smiled in reply. "I hope you would enjoy it."
He picked up his cutlery and smiled again at the sweet smelling flavour Bobotie dish. "I'll surely enjoy this," he said before he started to eat.
The elements in his stomach danced and cried out for more as he made the first chew, the food was as delicious as he expected.
"Did you prepare this yourself?" he had to ask as he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Yeah, I've not cooked in a while, so I'm not sure if I did it perfectly." She replied.
"This is more than perfect Sheila," Adrian smiled. The smile came from his heart this time.
"Thanks baby," Sheila replied.
Her reply got Adrian so surprised that he paused the chewing in his mouth and stared at her face. She kept eating without noticing he was staring at her. He took his eyes off her and continued chewing before she looked up.
She had just called him "baby" which she had never done before. Adrian did not know what to think. Just the day before, she had warned him to keep a distance and the next day she was trying to endear him to her again. He felt so confused that he almost lost interest in the food, but he chose not to spoil the moment and continued eating quietly.
They finished the meal in ten minutes and the maid helped in clearing off the plates from the table.
"Can we move to the living room?" Sheila asked Adrian.
"Oh Yes!" he said and picked his phone from the table immediately. He got up after her and she step aside to let him walk past her.
He made himself comfortable on the three seater sofa while she went to turn on the television and pick the remote control. She joined him on the same sofa, at the other edge.
Adrian wanted badly to discuss with her immediately but he decided to wait for her to set and fix a channel on the television first. He feasted his eyes on her body while he waited. Her legs were crossed and arms rested on the left armrest of the sofa, her short blue gown revealed her hot thighs in her sitting position. He could not but admit in his mind that she was not just beautiful with a perfect figure eight shape but she also had a sexy body which was difficult to resist. He however swallowed in his lust with a huge drag of breath and managed to take his eyes off her body.
She rested her back after selecting a music station and turned to face him.
"So, how did your day go?" she asked.
He took his eyes off the TV to her face. "Work was great today and the day couldn't have ended better with the delicious meal you prepared."
Sheila eyes closed briefly as she smiled, her smile making her face more beautiful. "I'm glad you enjoyed the meal."
"Yea, but..." he heaved a sigh and raised his brows. "I'm kind of surprised you invited me for dinner tonight, I thought I had been disturbing you with so much invitations for dinner."
She smiled again. "I'm sorry if I made you feel bad yesterday, I just wanted to be careful with you."
"Careful?" Adrian squinted. "Careful of what? Are you sure you're not doing this because you thought I felt embarrassed by that guy yesterday?"
"Well, I saw the look on your face when we left the eatery. It was obvious you didn't feel good about it but that's not the reason I invited you for dinner tonight."
"You're wrong Sheila, I didn't feel anything about those guy's words last night. He was wrong about me and I don't give a damn about his opinion." Adrian replied. "I was more surprised with the way you handled it, I didn't imagine a single punch from you could crash him to the ground."
Sheila chuckled at his words. "Well, I didn't imagine it too. I had not had time to practice my fighting skills on anybody."
"Your fighting skills?"
"Yeah, I joined Henry for exercises and training a couple of times, he thought me how to make the right hit with my fists."
"Hmm, Henry." Adrian muttered, staring down for few seconds. "Henry was your former bodyguard, right?"
"Yes, he was." Sheila chuckled as she separated her legs and rested her head on the backrest of the sofa. "He was more of a friend than a bodyguard."
Adrian held his breath as he stared at her thighs again, he was having a hard time resisting touching her. He sniffed in gently and took his eyes off again.
"Sheila, you are in love with him. Aren't you?" he asked in a calm voice.
Sheila did not reply immediately. It was difficult to admit she had fallen in love with someone she only knew briefly after saving his life and it was more difficult to admit that she hadn't been able to get over him even though he rejected her.
"Yes, I am and it's difficult to get over it." she finally confessed after a minute of being quite.
Adrian heaved a deep sigh. He was already developing hopes again that night but he could now see that Sheila's heart was totally given to another man and it might be impossible for him to have her.
They both sat quietly for the next ten minutes without a word from the both of them. The music playing softly from the television was the only sound that could be heard.
"Sheila," Adrian finally sat up with a forced smile on his face. "Thanks for the night, I will like to take my leave now."
Adrian rose up to his feet before she could reply.
"Why are you leaving so early?" She got up and asked.
"I guess I have to be up early enough tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early."
"It's okay, we would talk more later then." she smiled.
She walked him out of the house to the car and watched him drive towards the gate before returning into the house alone, feeling so lonely all of a sudden.
Read Episode 75 here - https://youngicee.com/2019/08/restless-episode-75.html
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Restless - Episode 75
® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
Piel City Outskirts
Henry was sitting on a six-inches cement block in an abandoned uncompleted building with bushes surrounding. Wilson had both arms leaning on the window from outside the room while their hostage was on the floor, lost in his state of unconsciousness.
"Have you tried to find the particular location in Anthanna?" Henry said into the phone.
"No, there's no company code or registration number found on it, we can only identify the country's code." Cole replied from the other end.
"Did you find other codes except for the country's code?" Henry asked.
"Yes, there are other codes which we've not been able to decode or identify their package source. And even if we do identify the package force, it could be difficult locating the source of production because Anthanna is a large country." Cole replied.
"What of labels or signatures? Do we have none?"
"None yet sir, the devices are in the beta mode and haven't been fully packaged."
"Okay, please continue your work and do your best to reveal more."
Henry was still talking when he saw Tanko moving his body on the ground where he was laid.
"Yes boss, we'd continue."
"Okay, I'll call you later Cole," he said as he ended the call quickly.
Tanko's vision was still blurry as he stretched his hands and legs. He opened his eyes fully as he managed to sit up, he realized he was on the floor of an uncompleted building. He suddenly remembered how he got abducted and how Henry was forcing him to get into the boot of the car until he blacked out. He turned around to search for Henry and Wilson who he didn't see at first because he faced the wrong direction.
He held a breath as he turned and his eyes met with theirs. He fixed his gaze on Wilson's face in particular. He now realized that Wilson had only been acting victim at the Nanl Territory, it had been a planned work all along with Henry.
"Would you let me tell you where Morris is, I need to return home." he said after a while of being quiet.
Henry chuckled. "Who says we are letting you return home?"
"You have to let me go," Tanko replied. "All the men in the Nanl Territory would be out now looking for me, they would discover you and I'm very sure you can't take down all of them like the few you took down this afternoon."
Henry smiled at him. "I'm sorry but I'll have to keep you with me until I find Morris," he said and bent to repair the lace of his shoes which had gone loose.
"That was not our agreement!" Tanko blared.
"We had no agreement," Henry retorted. He sat up again and stared at Tanko in the eyes. "You said you knew where he was and I told you I would take you to lead me there."
"I can't lead you there, I've not been there before." Tanko shook his head in negative. "I can only give you the details."
"You may have to lead us there physically if it's necessary, but I truly do hope it isn't necessary." Henry replied. "So, tell me where he is."
Tanko was about to reply when Henry's phone rang out loud. Henry took a glance at him before taking out his phone.
"Hey Dave! Where have you guys gotten to?" he said into the mouthpiece.
"I'm not sure how to pronounce the name of this location, but the map says we have an hour to get to you," Dave replied from the other end. "We are in the store now and we have gotten the waste bin and bags, is there any other thing we need to get before leaving the store?"
"No, there's nothing else required for now." Henry answered. "I'll be waiting in this same location for you."
"Okay boss," Dave replied and the call ended.
Henry returned the phone into his pocket. He met a questioning look on Tanko's face and he knew that the guy would be inquisitive about the person he got the call from.
"So Tanko, where is Morris?"
"Morris is at Kebba, he went therewith Ovil - a native of Kebba, the next day after I picked him from the house." Tanko replied and flashed a look at Wilson. They understood he was referring to the house at Vincil. "I haven't seen the both of them since I dropped them off."
There was confusion on Henry's face. Kebba! Why would Morris go to Kebba?
Kebba was a town in the neighbouring country, South Husan. Located close to the boundary between Bethanna and South Husan, it was well known for their practice of sorcery and magic. The town existed like a different colony on it's own even though it was classified under South Husan. The people of the Kebba tribe were also rumored to have strong rejection of western education in their land, their children who grew up in the town passed through their location education and some were identified through special means to go through the sorcery and magical training.
"Morris cannot go to Kebba," Henry said with a baffled look on his face. "There's just nothing relating with him there, there's no way Morris he would have chosen to relocate there."
"He is at Kebba," Tanko insisted. "Ovil made arrangements for him to relocate there."
"I don't get it," Henry got up and began to pace about. "What's Morris looking for there?" He asked himself, getting so confused about the whole issue. He looked at Tanko again. "Tell me exactly what he's gone to do in Kebba?"
"To live there, I believe for better treatment. Kebba has large numbers of herbal doctors and the death rate of people through sickness there is virtually zero, no one dies there from illnesses."
Henry heaved a sigh, Tanko had made a point. He had heard rumours about the quality of herbal medicines in Kebba but he had never gotten a opportunity to confirm how true it was. Wilson had also told him that Morris had a serious illness and if it was indeed serious as Wilson made it appear, Kebba could be a good hiding spot for Rex to spend time to treat himself.
"So, how do we reach him in Kebba?" Henry asked as he returned to the block he was sitting on.
"We have to reach Ovil first," Tanko answered.
"How do we reach Ovil, do you have his telephone number?" Henry asked.
"No, Ovil doesn't use a phone, I asked him. You have to get into Kebba to ask after him. His name is Ovil Matuse," Tanko said.
"In this age? How can someone not use a phone?" Henry asked in a surprised tone.
"He's from Kebba and he lives there, you know those people are strange, I hear they see some electronic devices as evil tools." Tanko explained.
"How do we find him?" He asked in low tones, more to himself than to the other two. He raised his head and stared at Tanko again. "So, if he doesn't have a phone, how do you reach him when you want to?"
"I don't reach him, he contacts me when he wants and he has only done so twice." Tanko replied.
"How then was he linked up to Morris?"
Tanko frowned. "I don't know," he replied, pushing up his shoulders. "I just received a call from him on a certain day, he introduced himself and told me he got my contact from Morris Caleb. Then he said he needed to me to meet and pick him up at the boundary. Immediately after his call, I got a call from him," Tanko paused and pointed a finger to Wilson.
Henry turned and squinted at Wilson, Wilson stared back at him and made no effort to deny.
"I thought you guys barely knew each other?" Henry questioned Wilson.
"We've spoken on phone on several occasions but only seen twice." Wilson replied.
Henry turned back and shrugged for Tanko to continue.
"He called me with Morris' line and told me he called to confirm if I had gotten the call from Morris' contact, I answered him accurately because it wasn't his first time of delivering messages from Morris to me."
Henry turned again and stared at Wilson's face.
Wilson raised his brows and stepped back from the window. "I only follow Morris' instruction, he told me to call Tanko and ask him to follow the instructions of the man who called him. I never knew what they planned to do," Wilson explained, spreading his palms and shoulders to emphasize that he did nothing bad.
Henry turned his face back to Tanko. "And you picked Ovil from the boundary and drove him to Vincil?"
"Yes, Ovil and another man he called his brother. I drove both of them to Vincil in my car. After some discussions that evening. I drove them out of Morris' house, we stopped to lodge in a hotel and continued our journey to the boundary the next morning."
"So you didn't go into Kebba?"
"Yes, and I've never been to Kebba. I only dropped them at the boundary, they had someone waiting to pick them there." Tanko replied.
Henry glanced and Wilson and then turned again. He picked his phone out of his pocket and dialed. "Dave, are you back on the road?"
He had new instructions to give.
El Deols, Anthanna.
Sheila was already fast asleep in her bed when her ringing phone disturbed her sleep. Her hand reached for the phone but the call went off before she could answer.
She yawned and stretched with the phone in her hand. It began to ring a second time. She turned the screen to herself, the caller was Adrian. She wondered why he was just calling back after she had called him several times to confirm if he had gotten home safely without him answering the calls. She knew she could have hurt him by affirming she was really in love with Henry but she couldn't bring herself low to lie to him. He had always been suspecting that she had something to do with Henry when she always found herself mentioning him in their conversations and expressly saying she missed him. He had actually asked her once if they had anything together and she had said they had none but that evening's question had been different, he had asked if she was in love with him.
She finally answered the call and placed it close to her ear after so much hesitation.
"Hello," she said in low tones. The expression on her face changed as she heard a different voice, a lady's.
"Hello Madam, we're reaching you from Highways Hospital. This man was rushed to the hospital after being attacked by some unknown men, he's currently receiving treatment. Your number was the last one he dialed and we believe you might be a member of his family or you may be able to reach any of them for us quickly. Please, we need someone here for him now."
"Oh! Thanks, I'll be on my way there now." Sheila said as she quickly rolled out of the bed in panic. She began to take off her nightwear hurriedly.
*28 Minutes Later*
Highways Hospital, El Deols.
"Good evening Nurses," Sheila greeted impatiently as she got to the reception of the hospital.
"Good evening Madam, how may we help you?" the nurse on duty asked her.
"I was called some minutes ago that My friend was rushed down to this hospital, I'm here to see him." Sheila replied.
"What's your name please?"
"I'm Sheila," she answered.
"Okay madam, please come with me." the nurse said as she turned out from behind the desk and turned towards a hallway.
Sheila followed immediately with the bodyguard behind her. The nurse led them past few wards but stopped as a doctor stepped out from one of the wards in front and turned towards them.
"Doctor, we have the woman we called here." the nurse said to the doctor.
"Oh! Good evening Ma'am," he said as he stopped briefly in front of them. "Please come with me to my office," he said and made way to proceed further.
"Please Doc, where is Adrian?" she asked, not willing to turn back with him without seeing Adrian.
"He's fine," the doctor replied, turning back briefly. "The nurses are dressing his wounds now."
"Can I see him now?"
"No please, you have to give the nurses time and space to work." the doctor insisted.
Sheila turned reluctantly and followed the doctor. Her bodyguard turned with her while the nurse who was with them continued towards the ward the doctor had stepped out from.
"What happened to him Doctor?" Sheila asked as they entered into the doctor's office.
"Please, have your seats." the doctor replied calmly, taking off his white coat and hanging it before going to his seat.
He got to his seat and sat before Sheila could sit on the visitor's seat. Sheila signaled for her bodyguard who was standing behind to sit next to her.
"Is it just the two of you here?" the doctor asked.
"Yes for now, he has none of his family members in this state and his only friend I know isn't in town right now."
"Have you called any of his family members?"
"No, I don't have their numbers but I should be able to reach them by morning tomorrow."
"Who are you to him?"
"I'm his close friend, he left my place around past eight." she answered.
"Okay, he was brought in here unconscious. People around said he was stopped by the road and attacked by a group of unknown men, they beat him up within minutes and escaped leaving him by the road side." The Doctor explained.
"Oh My God!" Sheila exclaimed breathlessly. "Would he be fine?"
"Yes, he would. Luckily, he sustained no severe or internal injuries. Just some wounds on his body, that's all."
Sheila sighed deeply. "Is he still unconscious?"
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"No, he's been revived but has been given some sedatives to allow him feel less of the pain from treating his wounds."
Sheila closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath she rested her back.
The Doctor picked a phone to make a call. He was heard telling the call receiver to bring something to his office.
"He's being treated already but you would need to pay some money for us to continue the treatment," the doctor said after some seconds.
"That's no problem, how much do we have to pay?"
The doctor was yet to reply when his door opened and a nurse walked in with a file. She dropped it on his table and said some words to him before walking back out.
'Here's the bill,' the doctor said, handing a short piece of paper he took from the file to her.
She scanned through it quickly. "I'll like to pay to the account," she said and took out her phone quickly.
"It's no problem," the doctor said and rested his back, waiting for her.
It took her two minutes to complete the transfer and she leaned forward turning the phone's screen to him for him to confirm the payment.
"No, you should..." He tried to look away but looked again at the screen as his eyes caught something, he scanned through quickly for a second. "You should show them this at the counter in the reception, they are the ones to confirm your payment and issue the receipts."
"Oh! Okay," she replied and kept the phone back on the table. "When would I be able to see Adrian?"
"I'll let you know when the nurses are through with him, it should take about fifteen to twenty minutes more." the doctor answered her.
"Okay , thanks." Sheila said and got up to her feet. "I'll go show them this at the reception now, so that the treatment can continue uninterrupted."
The doctor was quiet and watched as she walked to the door with her bodyguard.
"Miss Sheila Jack," he called as her bodyguard opened the door for her to step out. Sheila turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering why he had called her back and why he called her full name. He had a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, I have a son who is studying to be just like you."
"Oh! My pleasure, I'll wish to know more about your son later." she said and bowed out of the office. She concluded that he must have seen her full name when she showed him the evidence of payment.
*25 Minutes Later*
Sheila stood beside the bed in the hospital ward watching while the doctor did his final check on the patient for the night. Adrian was in the bed, a bandage around his head and a wider one around his belly, he also had a plaster on his right knee.
"That would be all for the night," the doctor said as he turned to Sheila. "Goodnight ma'am," He smiled at her before walking past, taking off the gloves on his palms as he did. The two nurses also followed him out, leaving Sheila and her bodyguard with the patient.
Sheila pulled the plastic chair closer to the bed and sat on it, resting her elbows on the side of the bed. Adrian turned his head to face her. They both stared into each other's eyes for moment.
"I'm sorry Adrian," she said, looking into his eyes with so much compassion.
"I'll be okay," he said and managed to put a smile on. "Thanks for coming."
Sheila stood up from the seat as her eyes moved from his face and to his whole body, checking all the places he was injured. She noticed her bodyguard had come close and was standing beside as she sat back on the seat.
"Do you know the men who did this to you?" Sheila asked.
"No, they had masks on." Adrian replied.
"And you couldn't recognize the voice of any of them?"
"Yes, I couldn't."
"Are you suspecting anyone?" She squinted her eyes at him.
"No," he answered in a surprised tone, wondering why she was asking him questions like a detective.
She took in a breath as she stared thoughtfully. It seemed as the same situation to her like the one that had happened with Henry months ago when they were lured somewhere and he was beaten up. She suspected that Stanley could be behind the attack.
"Miss, it's almost twelve o'clock." her bodyguard bent beside her and whispered to her ears. She stared at his face. "We might find it difficult to get home because of the police road blocks," he added to explain his point.
"We can leave tomorrow morning," Sheila replied him.
"No Sheila, you have to go home please." Adrian cut in. "You can't stay here."
"We would stay here Adrian, it's late already." Sheila replied.
The bodyguard stepped back to give them space to take the decision.
"No, you have to leave please. You can't sleep well here, I won't let you stay here." Adrian insisted.
"But you need someone to stay with you Adrian."
"No, I can talk and call the nurses when I need someone or help, you don't have to stay here. Besides, I wouldn't be needing anything for the night again," Adrian said in a pleading tone.
"Calling them will be a lot of stress for you, I'll stay here in case you need help."
"It won't be stress, a nurse station would be close to this ward and I'll definitely get them whenever I need them. Please go home Sheila, I beg you." Adrian replied.
"Please, listen to him ma'am." the bodyguard joined in a firm tone before she could reply him. "I can get you back here very early tomorrow morning."
She looked at him and he withdrew his gaze on her. He knew he had no business in their discussion as a bodyguard but he had to speak up because he was scared of what Sheila's father would say to him if he found out she spent her night there.
"Please go home Sheila," Adrian pleaded again. "Come back to check me before going to work tomorrow, please consider him at least, I'll be fine."
She drew in a breath and finally got up from the seat. She held his palm in hers for a while as she stared at his face.
"I'll be here tomorrow morning," she said and caressed his face gently for some seconds before planting a peck on his cheek. "Goodnight Adrian."
With that she turned and walked out of the ward with her bodyguard, leaving Adrian with mixed feelings.
The Next Day - April 1, 2016.
Location: Bethanna - South Husan Boundary.
"Kebba is the way straight after the roundabout," Samantha said to Henry as they approached the rotary intersection. She was looking into a map on the tablet device with her.
"Thanks for confirming, I studied the map for some minutes before we left." Henry replied.
Henry was driving the car with Wilson beside him at the front and Samantha as the backseat. They had left Dave and the Doctor with Tanko, their new hostage. Dave and Samantha had joined Henry at the uncompleted building the previous night and helped in moving Tanko from there without suspicions.
"It took us more than five hours to get here," Wilson said after looking at the time on his Android phone. They had taken off from Vincil around seven o'clock.
Henry drove past the roundabout and continued in the straight direction. He drove for five more minutes when he saw the big signboard reading "Welcome to Kebba".
They continued driving until they got to the main gate of the city. They stopped briefly to change their Bethanna Dollar notes to the currency used in South Husan.
"Where do we go?" Samantha asked Henry as they proceeded further into the city. Henry had given them a brief of his discovery and had picked her to follow him there.
The whole place looked so different. The people's dressing looked ancient and somehow uncivilized. Most of the men tied wrappers and wore knee lengths garments, they had something tied like a keffiye around their foreheads. A lot of them especially the young men had earrings on and different types of rings on other parts of their bodies. The women were dressed differently. They also wore wrappers but something like an veil covering their bodies from their heads down to their waist below, only showing their faces. Only about one or two ladies out of fifty seen were on short blouses and wrappers without their heads covered. According to what Henry had previously heard about them, the ladies without their heads covered were the prostitutes and the call girls in the land. The place seemed somewhat overcrowded with the number of people walking and working around the road.
"Ermm...I'm thinking we can lodge in a hotel first," Henry suggested, looking around even as he drove slowly.
"But how do we locate a hotel?" Wilson asked with a confused look on his face. All signboards and notices which they could see around were written in the Kebban language which they couldn't interpret.
Henry pulled over beside a man selling fried meats by the road side.
"Good afternoon Mister, please we need to find a hotel around this area." he said to the man.
"Ini handinzwisise zvauri kutaura," the man replied him in the Kebban language meaning he couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Can you speak English?" Henry asked but the man replied again in the language. He drove forward and stopped again beside a group of three men walking beside the road. He honked to get their attention. They placed their eyes on him but did not stop walking.
"Hello please, I need direction from you." Henry shouted.
They continued staring at him as they walked away without answering.
Henry followed them slowly with the car. "Please, can we speak to you for a moment?"
The men kept on walking and staring at the car without answering.
"Please, wait and let's talk to you."
One of the men finally stopped and bent over to stare into the car.
"Chii chaunoda kubva kwatiri?" he said something to Henry in the Kebban language meaning. "What do you want from us?"
Henry heaved a sigh of frustration, not knowing what to reply until the man turned and walked away with his friends.
Henry continued driving until he found a group of ladies by a large pipe-borne facility with buckets, queuing to fetch water.
'Good afternoon young ladies, we are new here and we need direction to get to a hotel." Henry said to them after parking.
The ladies stared at the car for a while and then stared at themselves and mumbled words to each other.
"Does anybody understand English amongst you? Please we need help," Henry shouted again.
The ladies looked at themselves again but laughed this time.
Henry heaved a sigh of frustration. He glanced back at Samantha and saw that she was frustrated also.
He had read about the people of Kebba rejecting Western education in their city but he never thought it to be serious to the point that they could not understand or speak English at all.
He understood that Morris could have chosen Kebba because it was a very good place for him to hide but how Morris could cope with their lack of knowledge of English language was what he couldn't understand.
Their mission of finding Ovil Matuse or even Rex was going to be difficult!
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Restless - Episode 76
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Highways Hospital, Anthanna
Adrian was still fast asleep when he began to feel fingers gently caressing his forehead. It continued for some few seconds before he opened his eyes.
"Sheila," he called under his breath. She was smiling down at him. He hadn't seen her that morning as expected but she had sent someone to bring his breakfast.
"Good afternoon Adrian, how are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm doing better today," he replied, smiling back at her.
"Sorry I couldn't come here this morning, I woke up late and I had appointments to catch at the office."
"I understand," he replied. "You're a very busy woman, thanks for coming to check on me."
She smiled and dragged the plastic chair closer to sit.
"Hello," Adrian managed to raise his hand and wave at the Bodyguard standing close to the door.
"Good afternoon," he smiled and replied with a nod.
"So, you've been lonely through out the day." Sheila said as she took out her phone and placed it at the side of the bed.
"No, two of my friends were here to see me earlier and police officers were also here very early to ask questions." He replied.
"They should have arrested him by now," Sheila said with a brief frown appearing on her face.
"Who?" Adrian asked.
"Stanley, the guy at the eatery."
"Do you think he could have done that? I was actually thinking it was a case of mistaken identity."
"Stanley and his friends are drug addicts, they always take stupid and dangerous steps."
Adrian sighed without saying anything. There was silence for close to a minute.
"So, I sent the driver to get your lunch already, he should be here in five minutes time." Sheila said to him.
"Oh! Thanks, but I actually made arrangements with my friends for lunch."
"You would eat the one from me, he's getting the same thing for the both of us."
"What time is it? Ain't you going back to work?"
"I closed from work already," she replied.
"You closed? Is it evening already?"
"No, it's only some minutes to two o'clock."
"Why did you close so early today?"
"What else could be the reason? To spend sometime with you of course," she shrugged.
Adrian smiled. "You see, Sheila, my friends are around and you don't need to bother yourself about me, you don't have to disturb your work for me."
"Well, I'm not disturbing anything," she frowned at him. He was somewhat sounding like he didn't want her around him. "Or you don't..."
The door flung open before she could complete her sentence. Sheila's driver walked in with two nylon bags, one in each hand and each containing the food she had sent him.
The FOX Corporation Headquarters,
EPA Hill, Bexford.
"Have you profiled the woman who helped Stanley Wiz escape?" Paul Edwards asked from the seat in his office. Two other FOX executives were sitting in the visitors' seat behind the table and facing backwards while Steve, Evelyn and Daniel were standing behind.
Paul's face was stern and strict, his eyes fixed on Steve's not-too-confident face.
"We haven't gotten a clear description of who the woman is," Steve replied. "The people of the community said she was a visitor lodged in a hotel, they barely know her name. She only stayed there for three days."
"This doesn't make sense," Paul chuckled angrily, looking at the faces of the two other executives sitting before him. "A visitor arrives three days ago in a community and helps a culprit escape the police on the third day."
Steve and his colleagues had nothing to say. They could literarily feel the heat of the burning anger in the eyes of the executives staring at them.
"If these FOX officials arranged for Stanley to be moved to the police office, they must have also arranged his escape." the grey haired FOX official put in, staring directly at Steve.
The junior officials remained quiet.
"I warned you before you took the step and you told me you would be monitoring personally," Paul Edwards leaned closer to his table, his head slightly bowed but his eyes raised to Steve's face.
"Sir, the process itself was yet to begin." Steve said in explanation. "Moving Stanley to the police office wasn't a part of the process, it was only something to be done to begin the process."
Paul shook his head angrily, Steve was sounding so stupid to him.
"Now that it has happened, what are you doing about it?"
"We have sent men to arrest the lawyer this morning, he is the only one who knew the suspect was about to be moved to a police office." Steve replied.
"Is that all you've done?" Paul raised his brows. Steve was silent. "You've virtually taken no step to ensure that the culprit is found and returned. What about the police office you contacted? What if someone got the information from them?"
Steve tried to speak but no words came out.
"I'll give you three days to bring Stanley back to the FOX headquarters," Paul said in a strict tone.
Paul raised a hand to stop him. "Just get out!" He said and turned to face the wall in his swivel. Steve and his team filed out hesitatingly.
The Wolves Strategy House
Newland Estate, Bexford.
The Nissan car honked for the third time in two minutes and there were still no signs of anybody coming to open the gate for them. Two people - a man and a woman - were sitting in the car both dressed in Arab wears, the woman was at the driver's side while the man was sitting in the passenger's side.
They honked for the fourth time before they noticed signs of movement at the gate. The smaller entrance of the gate was opened and two security men stepped out, they walked towards the car slowly to check the people in it.
"Hey man! This is Stanley," the man in the passenger's side took off his turban quickly.
"Oh! Stanley," the security guard exclaimed and looked around quickly, hoping that no one else was looking in their direction and had seen Stanley. He signalled to his partner to proceed with opening the gate while he continued talking with Stanley. "Who is she?"
"She is my friend," Stanley replied. "She helped me get away."
The gate was opened just after Stanley replied the question and the security man talking with him directed them to drive in.
Florence drove into the compound and followed Stanley's direction to the car park. The security guard who spoke to them outside the gate joined them there.
"Hey Stan! Please wait," the security man stopped Stanley who was about to proceed into the building. "I have to perform the security checks on you, you've been away with an enemy group for sometime."
Stanley smiled and stopped for the security guard to get to him. The lady stopped beside him. Other security men from around the building appeared from the corners where they were.
"Two of you, put your hands in the air." the security guard instructed before he began to check Stanley's body. It took him a minute to complete the check. By the time he was through, a female security guard had come closer and was already checking the lady's body.
"There's nothing on her," the female security guard said after completing the check.
"Okay, lets go in." the man said and led the way towards the entrance of the building. "No one knows where you are, have you contacted any of the executives yet?" the guard asked Stanley as they began to climb up the stairs of the corridor.
"No, I have not been able to reach anyone yet. That's why I'm here," Stanley replied him.
"We've been on the lookout for you since we got the information that you escaped while being transfered from the FOX to the police yesterday," the security guard continued. "Elvis Kahn gave the directive for every unit to expect you."
"I have not been able to reach Kahn or anyone else, all my devices have been seized and I can't go home to take anything."
They continued in silence after turning into a long fairly lit hallway until they got to the center where there was an entrance into another hallway.
"The news says a woman helped you escaped," the security guard said in low tones as they turned. He moved closer to Stanley, conscious of the lady walking at Stanley's other side and continued in whispers. "Is she the one?"
"Yes, she is." Stanley affirmed.
"Do you trust her enough?" he asked.
"I just met her," Stanley replied, giving him a look that suggested he was asking too much of questions. "Who's around? Is Kahn in?"
"No, Kahn isn't in. He's not been here since their last meeting. We have only Aaron around."
They got to the door at the center of the hallway and stopped. The door had no visible lock or knob to open it with, except a small card like screen by the side. The security guard took out an access card from his pocket and placed it close to the reader. A green light showed at the top of the door and it opened for them to step in.
Stanley was allowed to step in first and the security guard allowed the lady to follow before entering after them. The door closed by itself after they had all stepped in.
The large room was painted all white, from the walls to the ceilings and window frames. A ten-inch flat screen hung on one of the walls which was close to another door at the other side. There was a large table at the center and about twenty chairs in total around it. At both left and right sides of the door, there were comfortable three one-seater sofas neatly arranged and facing each other with a small table at the centre. It made each corner look like a living room on it's own. The atmosphere in the room made it look like they were in a totally different building from the one which they had been passing through the hallway. It was fully airconditioned and smelling so cool. There was no one in the room but the large screen on the wall was on with a screen saver displaying on it. The room was one of the conference rooms used by the Wolves for meetings, but was a different one from the one used by the executives for their meeting.
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"Aaron should be inside," the security man said after looking around without seeing signs that anybody was in. "You guys should wait here while I go get him."
The security man proceeded to the other door while Stanley and the lady stood waiting for him to return.
Florence stared around the room. It looked so simple but she knew it was a place that was used for very important things. Stanley had told her he worked for a dangerous organization, she did not know how dangerous it was or what danger they cause but from the look of things, they seemed like a serious organization.
The security guard returned a minute after and following behind him was a man dressed casually in a white shirt tucked into black trousers. He was of a light complexion and slightly pointed nose. He walked calmly and confidently. He held a tablet device in his right hand and a wallet in his left.
"Good afternoon sir," Stanley greeted as the man came closer.
"It is indeed you Stanley," the man said in a gruff baritone voice. He rubbed his noise gently with a finger and moved the device to his left hand where the earphone was. He stretched out his hand to offer Stanley a handshake. "Welcome back."
"Thank you sir," Stanley replied as he took the handshake.
"This is your friend, I believe, who helped you get away from the police." Aaron said, fixing his eyes on the lady.
"Yes, her name is Florence." Stanley answered him.
"Florence," Aaron muttered under his breath. He stretched out a hand to her. "Nice to meet you Florence," he said as she took his hands warmly and with a smile. "Let's take out seats, " he pointed in the right hand direction and they moved there to sit. The security man excused himself.
"First of all, have you informed Kahn of your presence here?" Aaron asked as they got close to the sofas. He took out the phone from his pocket before sitting down.
"No, I've not been able to reach him." Stanley replied.
"I'll call him right away," Stanley said as he settled down. Florence sat on the third seat.
They watched as Aaron dialed and put the phone close to his ear.
"We have Stanley Wiz right here," Aaron said into the phone, his eyes peering at Stanley.
Stanley kept his gaze on the man's face and watched as he nodded and gave only one word responses to the queries from the other end. He couldn't imagine the kind of questions and instructions Kahn would be giving from the other side.
Aaron placed his phone, the tablet device and the earphone on the table at the center after ending the call.
"Kahn got information of your arrival immediately you got to the gate," Aaron said to Stanley.
Stanley was not surprised, he knew Kahn was always aware of anything that happened around the Strategy House.
"Does he have instructions for me?" he asked Aaron.
"None yet, he just wanted me to make some findings from you," Aaron said and took in a breath calmly. He rested his back against the backrest and crossed his legs over each other. "How sure are you that you weren't followed to this place?"
"A hundred percent sure," Stanley sounded so sure. "We changed cars three times, we changed clothes and she made no phone calls or reached anybody."
"Who is she?" Aaron asked now moving his gaze from Stanley's face to Florence's face.
"I met her when I ran into the bush, she was picking seeds." Stanley's mind flashed back to the event as he began to narrate. "We bumped into each other and she got up fighting me for injuring her, I tried to beg her to let me go but she refused until the police officers came closer, then I found out that she was wanted by the police."
Aaron moved his gaze back to Florence after listening to Stanley.
"Tell me who you are young lady?"
"I'm Florence Brown, a native of Anthanna. I worked with the Ilios Organization in Anthanna six years ago, I moved to Bethanna last year and worked as a hacker for the Cupe Bandits, they were caught December last year by the FOX and I've been on the run since then."
"Hmm... Sounds interesting," Aaron said as he rested his chin on his palm, his elbow resting on the armrest of the chair. He knew about the organization she mentioned and the bandits also, all he needed was to confirm if she was saying the truth. If it was the truth, then she was going to be a great asset to them.
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by hotswagg12: 7:56pm On Mar 23|
@op you no longer update this story regularly like you used to in your blog. What changed?
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by do4luv14(m): 10:14pm On Mar 23|
Same here @ Oyinprince what happen
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 12:23pm On Mar 25|
Work no dey give me time jare
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by do4luv14(m): 12:30pm On Mar 25|
For this lockdown, you still dey busy, oga oooo
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 5:57pm On Mar 25|
do4luv14:I work as a content writer/marketer. You sure know contents on the web haven't been locked down
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by do4luv14(m): 8:45pm On Mar 25|
Lolzzz it cant be locked down
but pls do something about RESTLESS,
i score 4m in the 4th aniversary quiz and answer, gift no go reach me kwa?
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 12:54pm On Mar 28|
do4luv14:Lol, there were many others who scored higher
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 12:58pm On Mar 28|
Restless - Episode 77
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© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
Kebba, South Husan
For almost an hour, Henry and his team continued to drive around seeking for direction but unable to communicate to anyone. They had gone far into the community already and were yet to stop when they saw a group of newspaper vendors by the road side at a junction. Henry felt some relief after seeing the vendors, he believed that the one of the newspapers at least should be written in English since English was still the official language of South Husan, and that there should be at least one of the vendors who could read and understand English.
He slowed down as he approached he junction. He turned his car to the shoulder of the road and parked. He opened the door and was about to step out to walk to them when they suddenly rushed him on seeing them. He stepped back into the car and closed the door to wait for them. About five of them stopped beside the window, displaying their items.
"Good evening guys, is there a newspaper written in English language?" he asked and watched as the men begin to step back one after the other. "Is there any paper written in English?" he asked again. They exchanged glances and slowly began to return to their stands. Henry was about to give up and drive away when he saw another man who had initially remained at the stand now coming closer.
"Hello," Henry greeted as their eyes met.
"Hi," the young man replied in a funny accent.
"Do you have a newspaper written in English?"
"Oh no, not such newspaper here," the young man replied answered the best way he could.
Henry heaved a sigh of relief. It was obvious the young man wasn't fluent in English language but meeting someone who at least understood was a great relief.
"Okay, do you know any good hotel around here?" Henry asked.
'Hotel?" the young man stood straight and looked around briefly. He bent again to look into the car. "Hotel, far place here." he replied, snapping his fingers towards the left direction.
"Can you lead us there?" Henry asked, knowing it would be difficult for the young man to make a description of the way in English Language.
The young man looked around for a moment. He obviously wasn't ready to go and it showed in the expression on his face.
"Selling all these before I go from here," the young man replied, shaking the papers in his hands.
"I'll give you the money for all that, just lead us to a hotel." Henry offered.
The young man squinted for a moment, then he stretched out his palm wide mentioning the amount to be paid in the local currency.
Henry took out some notes from the money he converted and the gate and offered it to him without counting it. The young man's face lit up brightly as he stretched out his hand to receive it. He flipped it without counting, he was sure with the denomination of each note in the bundle that it far exceeded the amount he requested for.
"I get my bike now and take you to Hotel," the young man said and quickly walked away. He could be seen packing the rest of his things at the stand. He walked to the back of the stand and came out a minute later with a motorcycle, his things had been carefully tied to the back of the motorcycle. He sat on it and turned on the engine, he then beckoned on Henry with a wave of the hand to follow him.
Henry followed at the speed of the motorcycle. After five minutes of driving, the young man stopped at the front of a building. Henry parked right beside him and stepped out of the car to listen to him.
"Here, hotel," the young man said, flashing his full set of teeth.
It was a bungalow and it looked more like a residential building. The walls were painted and neat compared to the other buildings that could be seen around. A big sign board hung at the front of the roof at the entrance, the notice on it was written in the Kebban language. Henry assumed that it was the name of the hotel.
"What's your name?" Henry asked the young man.
"Ern," the young man replied, pronouncing it with the "r" sound present.
"Hen?" Henry frowned, wondering if the guy understood his question.
"My name Ern," Ern corrected, stressing the "r" sound in the name.
"Oh Ern!" Henry pronounced the best way he could. "You still have to help us, we don't understand the language here and we need someone to help us speak."
"Okay," Ern nodded with a smile. He turned off his motorcycle and stepped down, standing it properly.
"Is this where we park?" Henry asked with a frown, staring back at the car.
"Yes, safe. Nobody steal, no one." Ern answered, shaking a finger in the air to emphasize his point.
"Okay." Henry stepped back and instructed Wilson and Samantha to come in with the few bags with them while he walked into the place with Ern.
The place was neater than what Henry expected and the people at the desk were neatly dressed even though still in the native wears.
"We need to book two rooms," Henry said to Ern as they approached the desk.
"Makamuri maviri anodikanwa," Ern relayed Henry's words in the Kebban language.
"Chiuru," the receptionist replied with the cost of the two rooms.
Ern interpreted her message to Henry.
Henry took out some money from his wallet and counted the amount requested for, he handed it over to the receptionist.
She collected and counted to confirm. She kept the money under the desk and opened a drawer by the left side. She picked out two different bunch of keys and placed it on the table.
"Chikamu C uye Kamuri J," she explained in the Kebban language, handing the keys to Ern.
Ern picked the keys and in turn explained to Henry. "Room C," Ern said, showing Henry the label on the first key. "Room J, facing each other." he said showing him the second key.
Samantha and Wilson appeared behind them with the bags.
Henry turned and handed a key to Samantha. "You'd stay in a room while I stay in another room with Wilson."
Ern stood there staring at Henry with a bright smile on his face.
"Can you come with us Ern, I still need your help." Henry requested.
Ern nodded with a smile and led the way towards the hallway. Henry followed beside him while Samantha and Wilson followed behind.
"Ern, how come you understand English and others do not understand?" Henry asked a question that has been troubling him.
"Not everyone speak English, very few." Ern replied.
"Very few indeed, we've been driving for almost one hour before we met you, no one could help us with directions."
"Some understand but can't answer today," Ern replied.
"I don't get you," Henry raised a brow.
"They speak not English today," Ern repeated.
"They don't speak English today?" Henry asked to clarify. Ern nodded. "Why? But you are speaking."
"I not from here, stay here with parents here when I small." Ern explained. "This is week of consecration, no Kebban man or woman speak another language."
"Oh! Week of consecration," Henry exclaimed. He had come across that term before while reading about the Kebban tribe. The week of consecration was 7 long days before a festival, the people were expected to keep themselves holy during that week. Maybe not speaking other languages was part of keeping themselves holy, Henry shrugged.
"Not many understand English, people who speak well not more than five in Kebba." Ern said as they proceeded further in the hallway. He began to help them check the label at the top of the room doors.
"First room here," Ern finally said. He turned about and faced the opposite door. "Second room."
"Please, come in with us," Henry said as he opened the door to the room. He pushed it in after unlocking and gave way for Ern and Wilson to enter first.
The room was a moderate sized one. It wasn't too beautiful but it was neat. The couple sized bed was covered with white sheets. A ceiling fan hung at the centre of the ceiling and a white bulb hung beside it. A plastic chair and table were positioned at a corner of the room where the window was.
Wilson walked straight to the wardrobe and dropped the bag while Henry proceeded to the restroom to check it. He opened and took a step in, it was a combined toilet and bathroom. There was a tap and two water buckets in it. He closed the door and stepped back outside.
"Ern, since when did this week of consecration begin?" Henry asked.
"It start every first day week of Kebban, that is on Saturday for you." Ern answered.
"It means that this particular week of consecration will end tomorrow?"
"Yes," Ern nodded. "The big Festival is tomorrow and one can speak any language," Ern added, stressing the word "big" to buttress the importance of the festival.
Henry heaved a sigh. It would mean they could not do anything much for that day, they had to wait until the next day.
Henry closed his eyes briefly as he thought of what next to do. Wilson was already sitting at the edge of the bed and trying to dial a number on his phone.
There was a knock at the door and before any one could answer, it opened and Samantha walked in.
"Any progress yet boss?" She asked, his eyes scanning around the room. It was exactly the same as hers.
"We might not be able to do much until tomorrow," Henry replied. "The natives of these town are on a week of consecration and tomorrow is their big festival," he explained, emphasizing on the word "big" like Ern had done.
"So, we should just rest today and continue tomorrow?"
"We can start making enquires today," Henry replied her. He noticed her eyes were fixed on something behind him and he looked back to find Wilson making a call.
"Hey dear, it's been a long day. I hope you are safe at home," they could hear Wilson talking into the phone's mouthpiece.
"Wilson!" Henry called.
Wilson stared at them and raised his brows. "I'll call you later baby," he said before dropping the call. He stared widely at Henry. "Can't I call Sophia also?" he asked with a shrug. "I left my little sister all alone in the house and you don't want me to keep watch on her?"
"I instructed someone to watch over her already, don't you get it?" Henry frowned.
Wilson was there when Henry had given Dave instructions to look after the girl but he still couldn't keep his mind at rest.
"How can he watch her well? He is not staying in the same house with her."
"Shut up Wilson!" Henry marched towards him and snatched the phone from him. He turned it off and put it into his pocket. Wilson heaved a sigh of frustration.
"Call Dave and ask him to check what Sophia is up to at the moment," Henry said to Samantha as he returned to his previous position. Samantha moved closer to the corner where the seat was and sat there.
"Ern, let's take a seat." Henry said and pulled Ern gently by the arm to the bed. They sat close to each other at the edge.
Henry got up again briefly to take the wallet out of his back pocket. He also took out Wilson's phone from the front pocket. He pulled the back cover and took out to battery to access the sim cards, he took out the two sim cards and put them in a small space in his wallet.
"Sorry Ern," Henry smiled at Ern as he dropped the phone and waller beside him. "Thanks for helping us get here, we probably would still be on the road if we had not met you."
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Episode 77 continued
"Well, we came here for a purpose. We are looking for someone, our friend." Henry continued. "But our friend lives with someone who is a native of this town, his name is Ovil Matuse."
The smile on Ern's face totally disappeared as he heard the name, his eyes widened in shock and he rose up slowly to his feet. He hit his palms together severally as if dusting dirts off.
"I will have nothing to do with Ovil Matuse, never."
Henry grabbed him by the hand as he tried to drift away.
"Why?" Henry raised a brow. "We really need to find Ovil Matuse, our friend stays with him."
"No!" Ern shouted and tried to snatch his hand off Henry's hold but Henry's grip was firm and strong. "Allow me go!"
"Relax Ern, you gotta help us." Henry pleaded. "Just tell me what the challenge is."
Ern struggled to free himself for some more time but gave up when he saw that his struggles weren't yielding results. He took in a breath and sat as Henry dragged him down.
"Now, tell me, why don't you want to have anything to do with Ovil Matuse?"
"Ovil Matuse, evil man. Hate every stranger and say they enemies of the gods of Kebban land." Ern began to explain in a frustrated tone. "Ovil killed my Pa, and Ma broke her left leg when he and the boys attacked our settlement."
"Oh!" Henry exclaimed with his eyes wide open. He realized that Ern had every reason not to want anything to do with Ovil. He let go of Ern's wrist and turned to face the front.
They sat quietly. Samantha had also come closer to them after making the call to Dave.
More questions began to rise in Henry's heart. Was Ovil Matuse really evil as Ern had put it? It was difficult to judge from the report of only one person, he thought. And why would Rex have chosen an "evil" person to help him?
Henry spoke again after two minutes of silence. "Ern, you see." He turned to Ern again. "I understand you perfectly, we're not going to let you get involved in this, all you need is to just tell me how to find Ovil, I'll go there myself."
"Ovil stay close to rocks, a very big compound where the Priests stay." Ern replied.
"Ovil is a Priest?" Henry asked.
"No, Ovil father is a high priest."
"I see," Henry replied. "So, how do I get to this rocks?"
"You ask, Imba yezvibayiro " Ern replied.
"What's that?" Henry asked, trying to pronounce it in failure.
"The name of the place, Imba yezvibayiro mean Home Of Sacrifice, but in Kebba " Ern explained. "Say like that, people direct you there, whether them understand English or No."
"Oh! You called it right," Henry asked, trying to get the pronunciation.
"No, " Ern corrected again.
It took about three minutes before Henry was able to learn the pronunciation correctly from Ern. He kept muttering under his breath and even recorded it on his phone to keep in case he forgot.
"Go now?" Ern asked, gesturing with his hand that he was ready to leave.
"Ermm... How can I reach you again?" Henry asked.
Ern frowned. He thought he was done with them and wondered why Henry was thinking of reaching him again.
Henry could read from the expression on his face what he had in his mind.
"Hey relax man, I promise I ain't gonna get you into any trouble."
"Ask me at the place we sell, I go there now." Ern finally replied after some seconds of thoughtfulness.
"Oh! Thanks, take care."
Ern forced a smile on. He bowed slightly and then turned to leave.
"Till tomorrow right?" Samantha asked as soon as Ern was out.
"Yes, but we can continue studying the map of this area for now." Henry said as he got up to his feet with several thoughts passing through his mind. He stopped at the window and rolled the curtain to look outside.
"Why don't we go out to make enquires this evening?"
"We might not get to make so much progress if we go out to make enquires now, I can envisage that they'll be busy preparing for their festival."
"Then we've got to start early tomorrow if we want to get the maximum results," Samantha suggested.
"I agree but we've got to think about some of the things involved before proceeding," Henry replied after turning back. "We don't have someone to interpret our language to them and we also have to be ready for anything we are welcomed with."
"So, what do we do?"
"We need to find a way to take in weapons with us," Henry said.
The Wolves Strategy House,
Newland Estate, Bexford.
In the same conference room they had been earlier, Florence was sitting at the center of the short side of the table while five men including Stanley and Aaron were sitting around the table. She was the center of the discussion and all the men at the table except for Stan were asking her questions which she gave answers to.
After a long session of questions and answers, she was able to convince the four executives of the Wolves that she would be an asset to their organization.
"Florence, we have the first job for you," Aaron said after a silent deliberation among the executives.
She looked up, ready to listen to what her first task was.
"You trust her Stanley?" Aaron turned to Stan.
Stanley nodded affirmatively and turned his face to Florence. He had only known her for a day and had seen how intelligent and skillful she was, he was sure she was efficient and would be able to carry out tasks given to her by the executives.
"Florence," Aaron called again. "Your first job would be taking Stanley out of the country successfully tomorrow. You have from now till 12am to communicate your plan with us."
Florence took in a breath and folded her arms as her back leaned against the backrest, her eyes staring down thoughtfully. She looked up briefly and noticed that Stanley's eyes were on her, he seemed to have some look of doubt on his face.
"Why her?" Stanley questioned. It was obvious from his tone that he wasn't too confident that she could help him get out of the country uncaught.
'Why not?" Aaron replied him. "You trust her right?"
"Yes, but don't you think she's still too new to be handed that responsibility as her first task?"
"Her credential says otherwise, with her past experience we should be sure that it would be a very easy task for her." one of the other executives put in.
"I'll take it," Florence said before any Stanley could speak again. He stared at her face. "I'll help him get out of the country safely," she added confidently.
Kebba, South Husan
The festival day came. As early as six o'clock, sounds of drums and music in the Kebban language could be heard from every corner. Samantha woke up with an angry growl as the music sounded annoying to her.
She picked her phone and turned on the torchlight. She laid still in the bed for a minute more, yawning and stretching. The night had been the most terrible one, from the annoying food served them as dinner to the terrible darkness throughout the night due to lack of electricity and the annoying sounds and bites of mosquitoes in the room.
She managed to sit up on the bed and turned her phone's screen to check the time. It was already past six. She drifted close to the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. She dialed Henry's number.
"Hey Sam!" Henry replied even before she finished talking. "Hope you are dressing already?"
"Ermm...I'm about to start dressing up," She replied with a yawn and got up immediately. She had called to wake Henry up but was surprised to find out he was awake already.
It took them much more time than they expected to find the Home Of Sacrifice. They had found it less easier than they thought it would be. Ern had told them people could speak other languages on the day of the festival but they were shocked to confirm that only one out of hundred of the Kebban people could speak English. It was no different from their experience the day before and they now believed Ern who said only about five people in the whole town understood English language.
The Home Of Sacrifice was a big place like Ern had described, an area of land covering several hectares. The fence around the land which was made of bricks and mud demarcated the land.
The place was very busy as expected, people could be seen trooping in and out through the entrance gate. Very few were on horses while most of them were in feet dressed in their casual way. Those on horses were expensively dressed compared to the others and one needed no explanation to know that they were the rich people in the society.
The sound Samantha heard early in the morning was child's play compared to the sound coming from the House Of Sacrifice. The drums and voices were so loud, the chants of excitement that filled the air were electrifying.
Henry and his team parked their vehicle at a place far from the place and proceeded there on feet. Henry had his usual disguise on and a face cap, Samantha also had some makeups on and a new wig while Wilson only had a facecap and little beards attached to his chin.
There was no one at the gate to stop them as they proceeded in. The only thing they noticed were the eyes of everyone around them. Henry checked the time again. They had gone beyond the time they planned to get there but he was still sure they could do something since the festival proper was to begin anytime after nine o'clock.
Morris eyes popped open again. He took in a gentle breath through his nostrils. It wasn't his first time of having the same dream in that week of consecration. He felt it strange but there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe it had to do with the week of consecration that was happening, he thought, but all he prayed for was that the dream not to come to pass. He was willing to put the past behind him, but if his dreams were signs forwhat was coming, it was something to dread for him. He didn't want to meet Louis again.
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Restless - Episode 78
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April 2, 2016
El Deols, Anthanna.
"Hey Sheila, you're here again!"Adrian widened his eyes as she walked into the ward. His friend who was sitting on the chair beside the bed also turned back to look at her.
Adrian was sitting with his back resting against the headboard. He had plate of food in front of him and a spoon in his hand. He was bare chested, the bandage around his chest had been taken off but a spot was still covered with a plaster.
"Good morning Adrian," She smiled at him and also waved at the guy sitting on the chair. "Hello James."
Sheila was dressed in a black trouser suit a sky blue inner shirt. She held a blue coloured handbag in her hand.
"Good morning Sheila," Adrian replied and he took in a deep breath, the scent of the perfume from her body filling his nostrils. She looked stunningly beautiful as usual that morning and also smart in her suit. "You look stunning as ever this morning," he managed to say.
"Thank you," she smiled and put a hand on his shoulder as she leaned closer to him. "So, I see you're doing better this morning."
"Sure, I am better." Adrian smiled. "Thank you so much Sheila, the doctor said you paid the bill."
'Yeah, I had to do that. He said we had to pay something for your treatment to continue."
"Thank you so much for doing that," Adrian smiled. "Please let me get your account details for me to return the money."
Sheila raised her brows at him. "Why do you need to do that?"
He frowned back at her. "Of course, I need to do it. You paid when I was unavailable but now I can pay back, you shouldn't be paying my bills."
"I won't accept it, you don't need top return it."
"Shh..." Sheila hushed him and held his lips lightly with her thumb and index finger. "I'm not here to discuss, I'm just came to check that you're okay this morning, I'll see you later in the day."
She turned back and proceeded to the door after that.
"Hey Sheila!" Adrian suddenly called back.
She turned and stared at him.
"Ermm...The doctor says I can leave today," he said quickly.
"Oh!' she took some steps back towards him. "What time is he allowing you leave?"
"He says after the evening check up," Adrian answered.
"I'll close early enough to take you home," Sheila offered.
"You don't need to bother," Adrian objected quickly. "James here would take me home."
Sheila squinted and slowly moved her gaze to James' face. She turned it back to Adrian again and put on a mischievous smile. "No Adrian, I'll take you home this evening. James can come along with us if he wants."
With that, she turned and walked out of the ward. Adrian watched her speechlessly until she walked out of the room.
"Sheila likes you already," James said as soon as Sheila was out and he returned his gaze to his friend.
Adrian shrugged. He didn't know what to believe, she was acting the exact opposite of her words.
Fox Corporation Headquarters,
EPA Hill, Bexford
"So, you won't need me to do this again?" Lydia asked.
They were in Steve team's investigation room. This day, there were long stools around the table and they were sitting on them, five agents in the room. They had been sitting together and discussing for over ten minutes.
"For now, we have to face searching for the culprit's possible locations first, after that we can come back to the next step you're expected to take." Steve replied.
"So, that means I'm free to go back to work?" Lydia asked.
"Yes, you are free. Thank you Agent Lydia," Steve appreciated with a gentle nod and a smile.
Lydia got up calmly from the stool. She tapped Dan on the shoulder and Sandra on the back on her way out of the room.
"Hey guys," Steve called the attention of the other three after they watched Lydia stepped out. "We've got to solve this quick and make things easy for ourselves," he paused and directed his gaze to Evelyn. "You've got to continue your trail on Daysman, we've given him enough space and he should have started making other moves already."
"I suggest you permit me to find a way to get into his farm and work from inside," Evelyn said.
Steve heaved a sigh, it wasn't the first time she was making the request but he was yet to agree with her because he had thought over it and was not sure if it was the right step to take at that moment.
"I've been doubtful about that because getting involved through the Suntan farm would consume your whole time and it might be difficult to get you to sit with us like this," Steve voiced his fears.
"But if we want to get quick results, we may need to divide our focus that way." Evelyn replied him. "The five of us here may need to focus on investigating the different personalities involved separately."
"I think I agree with her," Dan put in. "If we let her focus on Daysman and forget about the others, she would come out with better results quicker."
"And Dan could also focus on investigating Agent Elkim's death while I focus on Richard Brad's and you boss focus on getting Stanley back," Sandra contributed.
Steve remained silent, squinting at the table. Their suggestion made perfect sense but was risky. He did not want to take any step that would get him into another trouble with Paul Edwards or the executives.
"Well, I'm focusing on Daysman. He's been walking around the streets free for so long and we've got to nab him," Evelyn said in a stubborn tone, after waiting for Steve's response for more than a minute without getting it.
Steve glanced at her and tried his best to conceal a chuckle, the look on her face somehow gave him the confidence that the proposed plan was going to work. He remembered the last time she had stubbornly led the others to do something without his consent, it had gotten all of them into trouble with the executives but had yielded maximum results ultimately.
"We're good to go, we'd take the individuals individually for seven days, " Steve finally said. "After seven days, we must converge back here with results."
"We need to break into separate teams..." Dan put in but got interrupted by Steve.
"I'll make a provision of a four man team for all of us, each of the four men would consist of two each from our remaining six men," Steve said. "The most important thing is that we come back here after seven days with results and no stories."
Kebba, South Husan
Much more than they expected, the people were so busy making arrangements for the festival. Apart from the initial attention they got when they stepped in first, they barely got any attention as they moved in further. The place was so large and crowded with people hurrying to get things done that no one had time to check another.
Far away at the left side, they could see people arranging chairs around a large field. At the center of the field was a structure which looked like a stage, clean and well decorated. Little children could be seen running round happily and pursuing each other on the structure.
After walking for about five minutes, Henry stopped and looked around quickly. The place was so busy that he found it difficult to decide which direction to go or whom to ask questions from.
"What way do we go boss?" Samantha stopped beside him and asked, as if she could read his mind. She also looked around but had to put her palm above her eyes to shield them from the sun which was already out and scorching. Henry was putting on his face cap and that made it easier for him to look around in the sun without difficulty.
"Let's talk to those guys," Henry answered, pointing in the right direction where some men were under a tent, they seemed to be doing some handwork there.
Henry and the other two proceeded to meet the men under the tent. The men already spotted them coming and kept their eyes on them.
"Good morning guys!" Henry greeted with a smile.
They stared back at him unsmiling, as expected by Henry. He managed to keep the smile on his face.
"Ermm... English, does any of you understand English?" Henry asked, just to be sure.
None of them answered, instead they glanced at each other's faces and stared again at him.
"I need to see Ovil Matuse," Henry went straight to the point, hoping they would be able to know what he wanted on hearing the name.
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"I need to see Ovil Matuse," Henry went straight to the point, hoping they would be able to know what he wanted on hearing the name.
As expected, the expression on their faces changed when they heard the name and they paid more attention to him.
"Ini ndinofunga vanhu ava vari kutsvaga Ovil Matuse," One of the men said to the others sitting behind him. In English, he said "I think these people are looking for Ovil Matuse".
"Handifunge kuti ivo vane pfungwa yezviri kuitika nhasi," another man replied him meaning "I don't think they have an idea what's happening today."
After that, the men continued with their work quietly as if no one was standing before them.
"Sirs, I'll like to see Ovil Matuse," Henry repeated after watching them silently for close to a minute.
The man in front stopped his weaving and looked up again, directly at Henry's face. He turned back to the other men.
"Aya vanhu vanozoita nezuva rakaipa kana vasingabve," he said in a sad tone and shook his head. He looked at Henry's face again and continued with his work silently.
"Unotaura chokwadi," two men behind voiced out in unison, stating that they agreed with what the man told them. He had said in his language that the day was going to be bad for the visitors if they do not leave.
"Does anyone speak English?" Henry asked in a frustrated tone after a moment of silence but they continued to ignore him. He turned back to his team and shook his head, his eyes scanned around for some minutes and he located a brick building close to them. It looked like a residential building and he could see a man and a woman standing outside, dressed in the same type of clothing and speaking to each other. "Let's go to that house," Henry said, pointing to the place. "This people seem too busy for us."
They proceeded together to the brick house and met the man about to enter the house while the woman turned to sit on a bench under the shade outside the building.
"Good morning here," Henry greeted in a loud voice, wanting to call the attention of the man who was about stepping in. The man turned back and squinted at him.
He took some steps back and glanced at his wife who was also looking at him.
"Do you understand English?" Henry proceeded to ask. The couple remained silent, staring at them. "English! I mean can you speak it?"
They stared back like morons in response and Henry slightly shook his head in frustration. He placed his hands on his waist tiredly and turned to his team, looking at their faces to see if they had any suggestion for him but they looked as frustrated as he was.
"Let's ask these men," Samantha suggested, turning back towards the road path. Some mature looking men, five in number, all looking neatly and expensively dressed were walking in their direction.
Henry turned quickly and walked with his men to the road side.
"Good morning!" He greeted the men in a loud voice even before they got close. The men noticed them and reduced their walking pace.
"Good morning!" Henry greeted again when he got closer but they all stared at him without responding. Henry decided to proceed with his enquiry since they were giving him attention. "I'm here looking for Ovil Matuse."
The expression on the men's faces deepened on hearing the name and they stared at each other wondering who understood what the stranger had said. After glancing at each other, they all glanced at the man standing behind as if they expected him to interpret the language.
The man stepped forward. He was of a fair complexion and a slightly round face. His nose was flat, his eyes were a bit bulgy and lips were darker than his skin. He had a white keffiye on his black garment. His belly protruded unattractively behind the garment.
"Unotaura chokwadi," the man turned to his men and told them. They turned back to him and fastened their eyes on him.
Henry felt a bit relieved that the men seemed to be ready to listen to him.
"Chii chaari kuda?" another man spoke, asking the one in front what the stranger wanted.
"He's here to see Ovil Matuse," the man in front replied in the Kebban language.
"You here to see Matuse?" The man asked Henry to confirm.
Henry and his team were finally able to breathe after hearing the man speak. Even though it was bad English, they had hopes of being able to communicate.
"Yes, Ovil Matuse." Henry affirmed.
"Vari pano kuti vaone Ovil Matuse," The man turned to speak to his friends, confirming that the strangers were really there to see Ovil.
"You know what happen today?" The man turned and asked Henry.
"Uhn?" Henry found it difficult to understand the question.
"Today, something happen, you know it?" The man repeated again in a more aggressive tone.
"Ermm... Festival!" Henry answered with a lit smile. "Week of consecration festival."
"Oh ho!" The man smiled and turned to his friends. "Vanoziva isu tine mutambo unoera nhasi," he spoke in his language, telling them the strangers knew the event happening.
Another man turned to the interpreter with a frowned face. "Saka, ivo vari pano kungokonzera dambudziko," he said in a serious tone.
The men glanced at each other's faces. The last man who spoke had said "They know it's a week of consecration and they still came to spoil it."
"Follow us," the interpreter said to the strangers and turned, he signaled to another man who turned with them while the other three continued in the direction.
Henry and Samantha had noticed the frown on the face of the man who spoke the Kebban language last and had exchanged glances. They knew he didn't say something pleasant. As they followed the interpreter, they readied their minds for anything that could happen.
After five minutes walk down the path, they got a very large building, very large compared to the other buildings seen in the Home Of Sacrifice.
Many young men could be seen around, dressed in a different way from the normal pattern of dressing. They were without Keffiyes, all of them with smooth shaven heads. They had white clothes tied round their bodies and hanging perpendicularly from their shoulders.
Henry looked around as the men led them through a corridor in. They passed through a room where they saw ten middle aged men sitting on a mat in a circular pattern, all dressed like the young men they saw on their way in. A circle drawn with substances like white powder was at the center and a white pot filled with water at the center of the circle.
The men were holding hands and their lips could be seen moving but nothing could be heard. None of them seemed to notice the people passing by.
The men led Henry and his team further into the house until they got to a very large room where some men were sitting and discussing.
"Tine vashanyi pano," the interpreter said as he led the strangers towards the men.
"Varipi pano?" The oldest men among them replied.
"Vari pano kuti vaone Ovi Matuse," the interpreter said back.
The men stared at the strangers' faces for a while before the oldest man spoke again.
"Vanoziva here mutambo wedu?" he asked looking at the interpreter's face.
The interpreter gave him a response and the old man stared at the strangers' faces again before saying something else to the interpreter.
"Ndichaita sezvawataura," the interpreter bowed slightly and turned. "Follow me, he says I take you in."
Henry also bowed to the men in the same manner the interpreter did before he turned, Samantha and Wilson followed his example.
The interpreter led them out of the room through another door and they proceeded through a corridor into another section.
"Tora zvombo zvako uye gadzirira kuendesa murume uyu kujeri," the interpreter said in a loud voice and all the men sitting around got up quickly and began to move. "Come," he said and led the strangers through another door into another room.
He stopped at the center of the room and turned to the strangers. "Wait," he said.
Henry frowned and glanced at Samantha's face, their eyes met.
"Why? Are you taking us to Ovil?" Henry questioned the man.
"Wait!" The man repeated in a harsh tone.
Before Henry could speak again, the door opened from the back and men when weapons like swords and spears began to step in. They formed a circle around them as the interpreter stepped away.
"They taking you to the prison, enjoy very well," the interpreter said in an evil grin and then proceeded to the door.
"What?" Henry exclaimed loudly. "We've not done anything wrong, we are only here to see Ovil Matuse, we have come in peace and mean no harm for anybody here..."
The interpreter shut the door after stepping out without waiting to listen to Henry.
Henry heaved a sigh and looked around. The men surrounding them were about eleven and they are closing in slowly. There was nothing he could do at that moment, the weapons were raised and the sharp edges were pointed towards them.
He looked at Samantha's face and could see a worried look. Wilson standing beside her was already trembling visibly.
The men grabbed them from behind, placing the sharp edge of the weapons behind them. A door at the front was opened and the men pushed them towards the door.
Henry wondered what they had done wrong and what it was that Ern had not told them.
Indeed Ern had missed out something, not because he wanted to but because he himself did not know. Ovil Matuse was one of the ten men supposed to be ordained as new priests that day and until the ordination, they were not supposed to have anything to do with anyone and anything that was unclean or that did not participate in the week of consecration for it would be regarded as a sacrilege. That was what the strangers had insisted on doing, they had insisted on seeing the son of the high priest and make him commit the sacrilege. It was considered a crime.
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