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The FBI investigation into the mysterious disappearance of Prisca Bender, a business executive, twists into the evil loop that connects Rod Jimmy to Adaz Obot in Washington DC.

Mary Greenwood, the FBI special agent in charge of the investigation cuts into the evil loop to pin down the "Main Shark", and unravel the mystery, but she meets her dead end.

The case gets the attention of the US government and Reynold Westley, the CIA finest, teams up with the multi-talented FBI agent, Michael Bending, to continue from where Mary Greenwood has stopped. They find out that what they are faced with, is beyond the combined capacity of the FBI and the CIA. The investigation leads them through a complex circle that opens to a shocker.

They must find a way to break through the evil loop to untangle the links of sheer criminalism and terrorism for US forces to wade in.














Copyright © 2022 By Dublyn Horris.
All Right Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any means, including photocopying, recording or other electronic or mechanical methods, or without the legal consent or prior written permission of the publisher, except for academic purposes in accordance to copyright law.

ISBN: 9798435722581












Chapter One
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Rod Jimmy the Chief of Programming in Netfluz, a renowned company in the United States, heightened his hatred for Adaz Obot for daring to challenge him on the first floor. The outcome of the challenge had sent a spiral wave through Netfluz. His ego was punctured badly. Rod Jimmy's instant reaction as a result, was to find someone that would hatch his plan to terminate the young engineer. Adaz Obot had just proven to the Chief Operating Officer Raymond Dean, that the Chief Programmer, Rod Jimmy, had been doing things the wrong way on the first floor. Rod Jimmy had been the ''god'' of programming in Netfluz and nobody had stood toe-to-toe with him until now. He felt that his position was gravely threatened by the young man from Nigeria. The company had just recruited Adaz Obot without the knowledge of the Chief Programmer. Rod Jimmy had been officially responsible for all recruitment into the programming floor, but the company's hierarchy had maneuvered Adaz Obot into Netfluz. This move had got Rod Jimmy seething in anger. As if that wasn't painful enough for him to get inflamed, the boy had the effrontery to stand up to him on the first floor. Adaz Obot had bitten the tail of the tiger even harder. Rod Jimmy remembered Oscar Averes, who had a strong link to Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir.


Oscar Averes was born to his Mexican father by a Saudi Arabian mother. He was taken to Saudi Arabia after the marriage of his parents had crashed. He grew up in Saudi Arabia, where he was islamized and radicalized into a terrorist organization and his name was changed to Mutalab Azeez. Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir had sent Oscar Averes to Mexico, to advance his drug business and at the same time make an incursion into the US, to have his revenge pushed through. Oscar Averes would bear his original name to operate between the US and Mexico. Rod Jimmy had helped Oscar Averes to smuggle drugs into the United States through the Mexican-US border and had also helped him to smuggle materials for the production of weapons of mass destructions (WMDs), out of the US, to Iraq, where Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir had established the operational base of Al Jama'ah. His terrorist organization that had its tentacles connected to different terror organizations worldwide.

Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir had narrowly escaped the Syria and ISIS war, where he had lost most of his jihadists. ISIS had fallen back on Al Ja'amah to supply jihadists to advance its course both in Yemen and Syria. His heart was ripped apart when the news got to him that his wife, three of his children, his brother and his bosom friend, Jaheed Sahid, had died in the American airstrikes in Yemen. He had vowed to shake the foundation of the world, the way the first nuclear bomb had destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki, during the Second World War in revenge. He desperately needed an American citizen that would spy on the White House. His heart still bled freshly from the wounds of Syria to Yemen. He had spent the last three years scheming his way into the United States through Oscar Averes. He needed more men to join his terror group which had suffered a big blow in the hands of the US forces.
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When Rod Jimmy contacted Oscar Averes for some help to terminate engineer Adaz Obot, whom he felt was a threat to him in Netfluz, Oscar Averes had agreed to help him on the condition that he would join Al Ja' amah as a spy. Rod Jimmy had said that he would think about the condition that Oscar Averes had attached. Oscar Averes knew the best hitman from Mexico to America that could sniff out life from a moving train, miles away. He was known as Rito Birdman, the executive hitman. He silently prayed for Rod Jimmy to accept the condition. Oscar Averes had given Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir a concrete assurance that he would get him an American citizen as a spy.

Rod Jimmy was increasingly losing relevance in Netfluz since the miracle of the first floor. All the programmers that used to hold him to a high esteem, no longer showed him regard. Netfluz executives now considered him a nuisance because of his coldness toward engineer Adaz Obot. Rod Jimmy desperately wanted to be the "god" of Netfluz again. He had practically created the soul of Netfluz from its foundation, with his hands. He was not about to allow his territory to be encroached. He needed to retain his status badly, and enjoy fully the benefits that came with it. The only thing he could come up with to achieve his goal, was to drain life out of Adaz Obot. Rod Jimmy finally acquiesced after thinking it through and the deal was sealed with an oath on his life. Rod Jimmy became automatically friendly with engineer Adaz Obot, so as to divert suspicion after the hit.


Raymond Dean, the Chief Operating Officer of Netfluz, replayed the video that Reek Powell had sent to him for the third time in his office since returning from California. Every doubt he had had about the young man's ability had been banished to history. He had just received his academic credentials. He pulled out the master degree form of Harvard, and another booklet bearing the list of courses in both engineering and science from a stack of books and he dialed the phone number of the Principal Engineer, Reek Powell. "Reek, please come over".
The Principal Engineer appeared in a minute and pushed the office door open, “I’m here boss”.
"Who else has seen this video?" Raymond Dean asked.

"You and the field engineers and some of the programmers that were on the floor as you can see in the video".
The COO continued, "Netfluz has been losing a lot of money for mobilizing the field engineers to different countries across the world, to fix plant assembly issues. Now engineer Adaz Obot has used just three steps to recover a dead plant in less than twenty minutes. You will send this video and the three applications that he has developed to the other field engineers all over Africa and elsewhere, to finish up and return to the engineering floor in Washington DC. The company executives have decided to reward engineer Adaz Obot with this". Raymond Dean handed over a brown envelope that contained the booklet and the University of Harvard master degree form to Reek Powell and added, "Let this strictly be between me and you. Tell engineer Adaz Obot to fill the form and return it before closing hour. The young man has saved Netfluz man hours and millions of dollars". As Reek was leaving the office, Raymond Dean opened his laptop to send a mail and the video about the first floor miracle, to the Chief Executive Officer of Netfluz, Richard Morre, who was still cooling off in Madrid, Spain. Adaz Obot knocked and opened the Chief Operating Officer's door as he hit the send button to send the mail flying to Spain. He gave engineer Adaz Obot a gift of the most expensive palmtop computer, wrapped in a fancy box, with his right hand, after he had collected the brown envelope from him with his left hand.

"I wish you all the best young man".

"Thank you Sir! I'm very grateful for the lack of a better word to express my gratitude".

Adaz Obot hadn't the faintest inkling, that Rito Birdman the executive hitman, who had never failed Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir for the fifty seven jobs he had done for him across the world, was on his way to Washington DC, to have a date with him. The evil doctor had personally contacted and contracted Rito Birdman for Oscar Averes to execute the hit, for Rod Jimmy to become an American spy for Al Ja'amah.

The most recent job Rito Birdman had done for Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir had taken place in the outskirt of Buenos Aires, in Argentina. A drug baron, Don Migolez, originally from Cuba, had failed to remit the full money for a load of heroin and cocaine to Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir. He consulted his hitman, and the drug baron was "plucked down" from a wedding chair in Argentina. Rito Birdman had come to Argentina the previous day to take in the wedding venue and the surroundings so as to pin down possible hit points and ranges. He had drilled a hole on the wall of an uncompleted building in Argentina miles away from the wedding venue. He had made the sign of cross on his chest and passed the muzzle of his rifle through the hole to hit the drug baron. Don Migolez's bride had lain sprawled over the dead body of the groom as life drained out of him in his pool of blood. Wedding guests had scampered to safety in frenzy. A pall of sadness had hung in the air as Rito Birdman changed into a bearded old man and walked out of the uncompleted building with a walking stick in his left hand, and a guitar bag in his right hand. Smooth operator.

The details that Rito Birdman needed to deliver the death of Adaz Obot, was gleaned from Rod Jimmy by Oscar Averes. He was taking the whole thing personal now. A lot was at stake. The Chief Programmer of Netfluz lived close to the Netfluz guest quarter and had come to know that engineer Adaz Obot would usually leave his house in the middle of the night; when the city had gone to sleep, to study at the balcony of his house. Oscar Averes decided where the target could be hit from. He chose a hotel tower, the room number and the floor to carry out the hit.

On a clear evening blue sky, the executive killer, Rito Birdman, flew his private jet into Washington DC, and he checked into the hotel room with a wall opposite Adaz Obot's balcony. As the time for the hit was drawing close, he took the elevator down from the 21st floor and hopped into a parked black Bugatti Veron that he had hired and cruised away into the city. He drove round Netfluz guest quarter as he studied the pictures sent to him by Oscar Averes. He expertly pulled up the car in between some vehicles in a car park and put on his sunglasses and stepped out to get his killing machine. Rito Birdman took a glance around the environment where his private jet had perched, to ensure that no one was watching. He brought out a long black bag that contained his machine and zipped it open. The night was closing in very fast. He removed his sunglasses to wear a black face cap, and then folded the long bag half way, after he had decoupled the killing machine inside. When the darkness had fully covered the city, Birdman stepped down from the jet with the bag hanging on his hand, like some mobile wardrobe. He slipped into the driver's seat of the Bugatti Veron and balanced himself behind the wheels. The wheels ground the road as he disappeared into the night.

Rito Birdman pulled up the Bugatti Veron at the five star hotel parking lot, and brought out the bag containing his machine. He was a professional killer. As he searched for hit points for his target, he also planned his escape route and mode. He had carefully planned for this hit, knowing that the CIA and the FBI were hot on his heels. Had Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir not thrown his weight behind this gig, he wouldn't have accepted to kill Adaz Obot. Rito Birdman was now inside the elevator about to push the button to the 21st floor, when a smartly dressed woman in her early forties stopped the elevator from closing and hurried inside.

"What floor are you going to Sir?" The lady asked smiling abundantly.

"You can go to your floor first ma'am".

The killer sounded like a complete gentleman. Birdman didn't want her to know the floor that he was going to. The lady punched 31 on the buttons and they flew up. As the elevator door opened, the lady pressed a button on her suit as she walked out of the lift. The elevator door closed, and Rito Birdman went to the 21st floor. As soon as Rito Birdman had secured the door to his hotel room, he looked at his wristwatch; the time for the hit was a long four hours away. He put down his bag and zipped it open. Birdman brought out his drilling tool and went to work. He drilled three holes in a triangular shape on the wall facing Adaz Obot's balcony. He peered through each hole with one eye closed to view Obot's bungalow balcony, with the aid of binoculars. Obot had already heaped some books on his reading desk. Birdman licked his teeth with his tongue. The target was getting ready for the hit. He began to couple the sniper MAD-666L riffle. This killing machine was specifically designed by Vassily Putrovic in Russia for Rito Birdman, for helping him to dispatch a ring of drug lords who wouldn't pay for the guns that they had purchased. They kept threatening Vassily that they would expose his gun running business to the government each time they would burst into his hidden warehouse with their boys to collect guns. Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir had recommended Rito Birdman for Vassily Putrovic, to finish the drug lords. Vassily Putrovic and Dr. Omar Bin Lahmir were classmates in Oxford, England, where they both studied Chemical Engineering.


Rito Birdman lifted the MAD-666L rifle, and tried to pass the muzzle through each of the three holes to determine the best snipping position. He chose the hole on the left base of the triangle and dropped the rifle. He picked the drilling tool to drill another hole for the rifle lens. He looked at the time again, it was fifteen minutes away, time like a tide, and he let out a wicked grin. He decided to view again, Adaz Obot had come out and was now studying. He made a sign of cross on his chest and picked up the MAD-666L rifle. As he lifted the machine, he heard a knock on his door, followed by a female voice, this must be a mistake, he did not order for anything. He didn't answer the female voice. He dropped the machine in the bag and tiptoed to the door. He looked through the key hole and saw a young lady flanked by two uniformed men.
Rod Jimmy hadn't gone to bed in the middle of the night. He had been pacing up and down. His mood twisted into remorse and vengeance. He had been the Chief Programmer close to forty years in Netfluz, until a little boy came to share his glory and attention. He had found out that Adaz Obot was a nice guy, but he still needed to retain his status anyways. He had done enough to fool Netfluz executives and he believed he wouldn't be suspected to be behind the death of the young engineer. He poked out his head out of his window every minute to see if engineer Adaz Obot had collapsed. He looked at his wall clock, the time frame for the hit was rolling over, and the young engineer would soon go inside to sleep. Adaz Obot usually spent three to four hours studying outside in the night. Rod Jimmy looked at the wall clock again. To his shock and disbelief, engineer Adaz Obot was clearing books from his desk. He had finished for the night. Oscar Averes had confirmed to him that Adaz Obot was going down tonight, that the world best hitman was in the city. "What could have gone wrong?" Rod Jimmy asked nobody.



Mary Greenwood had come to the hotel to lodge just like Rito Birdman but for a different reason. She had come to the hotel to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a female business executive in the hotel. She was about to get the key to her room on the 31st floor, when she had looked outside and seen through the transparent window of the reception office, how Rito Birdman had used his left hand to steer his Bugatti Vernon to an abrupt stop, sending dust particles into the air, before switching off the headlights. Greenwood had immediately marked him worthy of note. She had followed him with her eyes into the elevator and joined him in the lift. When she was leaving the elevator at the 31st floor she had captured the face of Rito Birdman with a hidden camera at the back of of her suit collar. She had quickly powered up the computer on the center of her table and sent Rito Birdman's photo to be run through the FBI suspect data in the Central Intelligence Unit in Washington DC. Mary Greenwood had been one of the most brilliant minds in the FBI. She was a special detective that had unlocked quite a number of mysterious cases in the United States, using her sharp wit and instinct. She had been promoted to the Assistant Special agent in-charge, and she revered working in the field.

The FBI search had matched the face of the most wanted man in their watch list. Rito Birdman's profile was sent to Mary Greenwood. She had looked through the profile and had placed a call through to the Supervisory Special Agent that she needed two back up field agents at the first floor of the Heathrow Bing Tower within ten minutes. She had gone to the bathroom for a quick shower while waiting. Mary Greenwood had slipped into a well fitting combat outfit and secured her short gun on her waist belt. The two FBI agents had come into the first floor of the hotel just as the elevator exposed Mary Greenwood. Greenwood had waved them to come around as she hurried towards the reception. She had flashed her FBI badge and showed Rito Birdman's photo before the receptionist simultaneously.
"What's the room number that this man checked into?" Mary Greenwood had asked.
The receptionist had scrolled up to the floor and checked the room number in her computer, "21st floor room 13", she had said.
The three FBI agents had thrown their first stride in unison towards the elevator where Mary Greenwood had punched 21. Agent Bradley Stevens had come out first to the 21st floor from the elevator. He had scanned the room numbering, and taken his right hand side. When room 13 had been located, Mary Greenwood had knocked at the door and had announced, "Room service!!" They had waited for two minutes before she had shouted again, "Room service!!" She had signaled to agent Bradley to break in. Bradley had taken five steps backwards and dashed forward to march the door open. The door didn't open in the first attempt. He had taken five steps backward again, and a voice had come out from the room saying, "I'm coming!" It had sounded like the person was far away. Greenwood had gestured to Bradley to hold on for a minute but he had ignored Mary Greenwood's signal. He had moved backward and marched the door open in the second attempt.

Agent Morgan Howard swiftly wielded his AK-47 two sixty degrees as he entered the room cautiously. Agent Bradley Stevens couldn't see the sign of Rito Birdman in the room. He moved quickly but carefully to check the bathroom with his short gun. No sign of the sniper around. He returned to the bedroom and saw Mary Greenwood looking closely at a picture in her hand. The picture was that of a young black man probably in his late twenties. A red cross was drawn across the picture.

"It is him!" Agent Bradley said the moment he saw the picture.

"How did you know it's Rito Birdman?"

"That cross drawn across the picture of the young man".

"For real?"

"That's Rito Birdman's signature".


Agent Bradley Stevens phone went off, the Supervisory Special Agent of the FBI needed him and agent Morgan Howard for another operation. Mary Greenwood followed them outside. The elevator lowered the three FBI agents to the first floor and agent Bradley and Morgan left for a crime scene nearby, Mary Greenwood walked to where Rito Birdman had parked his Bugatti Vernon. The car was gone. Greenwood walked back to the reception to see the receptionist.

"Did you see the man that checked into room 13 on the 21st floor come out with the elevator?" Mary Greenwood asked as she raised Rito Birdman's photograph before the young lady again.

"No ma'am", she said and added, "He could still be in the building".

"He's not in the building; he has left with his car".

Mary Greenwood turned around to go to the office of the Managing Director of the Heathrow Bing Tower to see the CCTV footage of the last one hour. She had been there before to see the CCTV feeds of the four men that had entered and exited room 23 on the 31st floor where Prisca Bender had disappeared from. Prisca Bender’s dead body had been found buried in a shallow grave in Houston, Texas, along the Mexico border with her hands sticking out. Mary Greenwood was going to watch if the CCTV had captured the escape of Rito Birdman. Her thought switched from the mysterious disappearance of Prisca Bender to the disappearance of the sniper. She mentally tried to figure out how Rito Birdman could have escaped. She needed to know who the young black man in the picture was. She had considered the young black man to be the next target of the hitman. Her headache was how she would prove it.

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Adaz Obot's palmtop computer beeped in his pocket as he entered his room with books clutched to his chest. He checked what had come in and exploded into excitement. He forgot the other books outside on the desk. He pulled himself together and read the message again this time carefully, "You have been admitted into Harvard to study: Bioengineering of the Human Nervous System. Check the attached file for detailed requirement and your resumption date". The mail had come from the school's admission board. Adaz Obot wanted to forward the mail to Raymond Dean, when the palmtop beeped again. He checked, another mail had come in."I'm sure you have received your admission letter from Harvard. Take the next three days off to prepare for your resumption. Netfluz would take care of all the registration expenses and fees. Your salary would continue to run. All you need to do is to make it count.. The driver will pick you up for your first school day on Wednesday morning next week. Your accommodation is waiting for you. Good luck, NETFLUZ. The Chief Operating Officer, Raymond Dean."
Netfluz had connections to every noteworthy institution that mattered around the world, all that the company executives had to do, was to turn the key, to open doors. The school had effectively closed the interview and compilation of candidates for the master degree program before Netfluz had come calling. The instruction to admit him had come from above, so the admission board could do nothing about it. Adaz Obot now was a bona fide student of the great school. Netfluz ensured that all the preliminaries were done before Adaz Obot would resume at the school. He didn’t know that Mary Greenwood had just aborted the operation to terminate his life.


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