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IN LOVE WITH TWO DIFFERENT LADIES 3

From being a distant friend to an intimate friend, from frequent calls to daily calls, from innocuous conversations to innocent flirtations, and from calling me ‘Bro kunle’ to ‘Big head.’ Mercy was the exact opposite of all Soji said she was.

When our friendship started, I related with Mercy based on what Soji told me, I wasn’t interested in becoming her friend, but time wore out the contrary notions I had. When you get close to some people, you would realize that most of the things said about them are wrong.

At the beginning, our conversations centered on books. Mercy loves reading and writing a genre of literature I find strange: Science fiction. I am an unrepentant fan of Mystery thrillers. Funnily enough, our difference in taste for books connected us, it birthed a healthy competition between us.

Few months after we met, we began to talk about other things. If mercy wasn’t a Christian, she would have been a headstrong feminist.

‘Things are changing, the world is now filled with women who are determined to make sure their voices are heard.’

‘Quite opposite, most of those women are insecure, they are only using that rebellious loud voice to coax insecurity.’

‘han han,’ she replied, her voice shocked with surprise. ‘You don’t mean that, do you?

‘You know that is the truth, no need to argue.’ I gave a sharp reply.

‘Kunle, you are just a hopeless sentimental young man.’ She replied in a way intended to make me feel hurt.

Technology even made our bonding easier, with WhatsApp calls we didn’t have to exhaust our money on airtime. We talk at unholy hours without saying unholy things, WhatsApp calls are clearer at night after all.

And then to the benign flirtations. One night, after we had talked for almost 3 hours I said, ‘Good night, dear.’

Like a tall tree, a heavy silence fell between us. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind. ‘I have passed my boundary, Mercy will talk sense into your head before she reports you.’ a voice said within me

When she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle.

Who is your ‘dear’, she hissed and continued ‘Mr Big Head, I will report you. Good night, unserious boy.’

The line went dead.

ADEKUNLE P_PEN

IN LOVE WITH TWO BEAUTIFUL LADIES 2

It didn’t start well between Mercy and I. I didn’t have a palatable experience the first time I heard the name Faleye Mercy.

Few weeks before I met Mercy in person, Bro. Soji and I were trekking home after a Tuesday Bible Study. Our legs ate the distance between church and our houses, we started talking about those kind of talks single brothers talk about sisters among themselves.

'Some sisters in this church like to do as if they don't talk to men. And we know how they behave outside church?'

'Huh hmm.' I replied. I took my eyes off the road and turned to him, as if I wanted to see what he was saying.

'You see that sister Mercy en, her 'shakara' is too much. She relates with brothers like she is the only beautiful lady in the church.'

'Seriously?' I furrowed my eyebrow, and gave Soji a questioning look, but I wanted to hear more. 'What happened?'

Before he answered, Soji brought out a packet of Pure Bliss biscuit, he opened it and offered some to me. ‘Thank you Bro. Soji, I am okay.’

It was a lie, I was hungry, but what Soji wanted to say was weightier than the hunger.

'Do you know she has rejected 5 proposals within the last one year? In fact she doesn't…’

‘Yeee' I let out a sharp sound, I was so lost in our discussion that I didn’t pay attention to the road. I had hit my leg against a metal.

'Shift jare.' I turned my anger on Soji. You made me hit my leg against a metal because of one Mercy I don't even care about.’ I drew a long hiss as I robbed my left leg trying to soothe the pain.

‘Hope you didn’t have any cut?’ Soji asked, I felt like shutting his mouth with the back of my hand. ‘Are you blind?’ I said within myself. I felt a painful warmth crawl over my leg as blood flowed from my toe.

I applied a little pressure on the spot with my thumb, a sharp pain ran through my body, I gritted my teeth as though that would stiffen the pain between them. When the bleeding stopped, I tied a handkerchief around my toe.

‘Thou shall not gossip.’ I have disobey the Good Lord, and he has given out a worthy punishment.

‘Please in the name of God. Don’t ever talk to me about any Mercy again. Mercy koo, Messi ni. I don’t want to have anything to do with her in this life.’ I said as I walked away with a pronounced limp.

I was wrong.

ADEKUNLE P_PEN

A blanket of dirty grey cottony clouds that seem to stretch forever covered the face of the late Sunday afternoon sky. It looked like it wanted to rain. The service had just ended, a rarity, one of those services that heaven decided to visit the earth.

Because of the dull weather, people were rushing to leave for home. As a member of the Security Team, part of my job was to ensure things went smoothly as people leave the church. While doing that,a familiar voice called from behind.

‘Bro kunle, I want you to meet a sister, she writes beautifully like you.’

I hissed within myself and said ‘and so?’ ‘Can't this one see I am busy now.’ I muttered.

At that point in my life I was not disposed to meeting new people. Nothing in me wanted to meet Faleye Mercy that day, however not a nerve on my face showed it. Within me, I was trying to come up with reasons why Bro. Tayo wanted me to me this ‘Writing Sister’.

I turned to meet Bro Tayo with a thin smile. ‘No problem sir, please give me 5 minutes. I need to put some things in order.’ I said.

On the way to meet this super writer, over a thousand questions and pictures floated in my mind. Who is she? Have I seen her before? Have we talked before? How will I…? Bro Tayo’s voice broke my flow of thought.

‘You don’t need to worry, I have told her about you.’ I forced a smile and nodded. We took a left turn, walked past the bookshop, and headed for the parking space. I lifted me head, the figure I saw before me was not familiar

Her hair was like a set of well woven black mop, carefully arranged on her head, the black blouse she wore fitted her frame. Her skirt grazed her knees as air blew.

Without doubt Sis. Mercy is tall, but the silver wedged high-heels she wore added extra inches to her height.

Few meters from getting to her, her cheekbone rose with a smile, you must be Bro. Kunle?’

‘Yes, I am.’ My answer was short and direct.

‘Bro Tayo told me about you, he said you are a good writer.’ I let out a soft laughter, turning to bro. Tayo, I said ‘don’t mind him, I am still learning.’

‘What do you write about?’

‘Espionage and international Relations.' She wanted to continue talking but I cut in.

‘Please don’t be angry ma, I have to attend to somethings now. May I get your contact please? So we can talk later.’

‘Oh! Not a problem.' Her face still beaming with smile. We exchanged contact and I left.

One hour after we exchanged contacts, my phone started ringing. Simi’s ‘smile for me’ blended well with the vibration of my phone. A brother of God using ‘smile for me’ as ringtone. It is well.

On checking to see who was calling me, my phone screen showed in white letters against a blue background: Sis Mercy Faleye calling.

I picked the call, before any word came out of my mouth. ‘Hello Bro Kunle, this is Sis Mercy, I got your number few minutes ago, it was nice meeting you today. Anyway,, just to tell you I have gotten home.’

'Alr...ight ma.' I stammered, trying to think about what to say next. Before I said the next word. Her voice came up again.

'Goodbye sir, I guess you are busy now. I will call you later.'

At that moment I knew our friendship will be everything but platonic.

Ann2012:
Interesting
Well done OP

Thank you. I am glad you read the story.

Rockyrascal:
The story is getting more intriguing....thanks for the update OP.

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ALAGBAKA, AKURE.

The shock from the blast threw them against the wall at the opposite end of the room. They laid helpless in their fortitude. Life was gradually sipping out of them, both fighting to hold on to the weak breath that kept them in the land of the living.

Precious placed a call to the Fifth Directorate and told him what was happening. The operation was an "off the book" op. He knew the death of those agents meant the death of his 20-year-old career. He got men to move the Biodun and Sharon out of the room and took Precious from the Safe House.

The dying agents were admitted to the Intensive Care Unit of the Federal Medical Center Owo. He got them transferred to National Hospital. Independence Avenue, Phase 2, Abuja as their condition improved. He believed his men were exposed at the FMC Owo.

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DSS HEADQUARTERS

ASO DRIVE, ABUJA, FCT.

Covet operations are usually classified. Details are only known to those who needed to know. Intelligence operatives in America know that running Ops on America soil is completely forbidden. The information or person the Op will lead to didn't matter- you just don't try it.

America didn't colonize Nigeria but she has a weighty influence on our system of governance, and other ways we do things. The DSS runs it operations like the CIA, the same rule applies – no covet operation on Nigeria’s soil. The Fifth Directorate had broken the rule but he had his tracks well covered.

Precious sat before him in his sound proof office at the top floor of the Yellow House - DSS headquarter. Most of the things discussed there are of highest classification.

"I am sorry I failed you sir." Precious said in a low voice trying to avoid his gaze.

A thin smile broke on his lips as he said. "The only problem I have with you is, you are always too hard on yourself.

"Sir I could have stopped that idiot if you allowed me."

"Sharon did her best." His face was without expression. He paused then continued. "That Op is closed, there are other things to talk about."

"What that sir?" Unable to hide her curiosity.

"I want you out of the game for a while."

"Why sir, what have I d...?"

He cut in. "Someone is after your life. He is a Pro. He got Gloria shot."

There was shock on her face. “I am pro too, maybe far better. Who is he? Let me...?"

The Fifth Directorate made a face that told her she was pushing too far.

"Have you seen why you can't do the job? Your
emotions will lead you into make fatal error."

"Where are you sending me to?"

"You will know when the plans are concluded."

FUTA AREA, AKURE

The young handsome Caller was sitting in a cushioned chair in his overtly spacious Living Room. He blew a cloud of smoke and looked through it at what was happening on the Samsung Plasma Television suspended on the brown wall before him. It was tuned to NTA Akure. The image formed appeared foggy but that did not matter. He paid more attention to what was being said.

The corners of his lips drew inward as he heard "...the Secretariat of the PPP has just been bombed and..." He saw a place that was once the PPP Secretariat eloped by raging balls of fire. That was the first part of the plan. A part that had nothing to do with his part.

He made a bitter face as he drank what was left of the Regal Dry Gin that was in the Flute cup he was holding. The silent liquid burned as it rippled down his throat. His right hand held a well-oiled and cleaned shortened-barrel .44 magnum Smith and Wesson. He would have loaded it but that was one thing he never did - keeping a loaded gun at home. You might be the victim if it fell into wrong hands.

He needed patience for the next phase of his plan, and that was a virtue he had in excess. He closed his eyes and went over the detail of his next move making sure it was perfect. He had been warned about the dexterity of his next target.

If he made any mistake he won't be alive to correct it. But the Caller was better than average in his chosen field, he won't have survived the slums of Balboa, Panama - where he was trained, if he wasn't an expert at what he does.

He let out an accomplished sigh as he went over the plan for the fifth and final time. If all went as he planned within the next few months Precious will be laying in her grave with maggots licking her tongues.

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Dead bodies were scattered like torn pieces of paper around the secretariat. All roads leading to the bomb scene were blocked. The Ondo State Emergency Medical Services Agency (ODEMSA) got to the scene before other rescue agency, hence did most medical work. Special anti-bomb Squad of the Nigerian Police were taking evidences that could led to the group behind the attack.

When the Ondo State Commissioner of Police, Muritala Alihu, got to the bomb scene what he said made headline of major newspapers the following day "Baghdad visited Akure".

Survivors were either sent to Federal Medical Center, Owo or State Specialist Hospital based on their degree of injuries they sustained.

The PPP National leadership saw an opportunity to turn the game against Action Party, but Gov. Oke Emmanuel understood the ploy, he gave an emotional speech that drove the final nail into People Political Party's coffin.

ALAGBAKA, AKURE.

WE HAVE MANY TELLTALE INDICATORS that can be used to identify a suicide bomber. Some of them are involuntary movement of lips as he recites his final prayer, face appear unnaturally pale, and beard are sometimes shaved in preparation for the holy mission. The man walking towards the PPP secretariat had these features.

As Sharon saw him, she turned to Biodun and said "we have got our man, permission to shoot."

"Wait." Biodun replied silently. "We have to be sure you are not taking down the wrong man." He paused, looked at the man closely and continued “this kind of mistake can cost you your career."

Sharon spoke with confidence. “I am more than sure he is the one."

"Wait." Biodun said again. Taking his time to study the man. He looked more dignified than a suicide bomber.
The terrorist had done his homework.

As against the conventional bulky lose clothing known with terrorist, he was in a slightly oversized 3 - piece suit. That made him look like someone in the banking or legal field.

Had Biodun known that beneath that suit was an explosive suit loaded with rat poisons and shrapnel - something known with the Hamas bombers - he would not have given Sharon's opinion a second thought.

Sharon was one of the very few DSS operatives that had killed terrorists before they had opportunity to unleash their terror. She decided to give Biodun 30 seconds, if he didn't decide what to do she will shoot the man down.

During the 9/11 attack the United Airline Flight 175 struck the South Tower at 9:30 AM. The bomber had his instruction to detonate the bomb at 2:30PM, but his lack of respect for time and instruction was to delay the bomb explosion by 7 minutes. He checked his time it was 2:07 PM. He decided to detonate the bomb at 2:10 PM.

The tiny wire leading to the bomb’s switch was on the terrorist left wrist. All he had to was to pull the wire and they did will be done.

Without Biodun's approval, Sharon planted two bullet into the lower portion of the man's skull. His body twitch as life was sipping out of him. But, he pulled the wire before he landed on the floor, still able to do his last assignment before he was torn into pieces.

***********

Many heard a sound like a crack of thunder, others saw a blinding flash of white light but few would be able to tell about it. He didn't get to his destination but did what was expected of him.

GRA AKURE.

PRECIOUS DID NOT bother to trace the call. She knew the person who could have done that. Had she not encountered the assassin days earlier, she wouldn't have known.

The Caller did his job well. If the Nigeria Communication Commission (NCC) tried to trace the call, it would all be nothing. The call was made from the slums of Oje Area in Ibadan. The phone he used was stolen the day before from a woman selling palm oil.

Before he made the call, he placed layers of cotton wool around the mouthpiece and wrapped it with handkerchief. With that voice analysis can't help identify his voice.

Having completed his call. He switched off the phone and removed its battery. He took a bus going to Gate, and alighted in front of the Wema Bank at Gate leaving the battery behind in the bus. He took a motorcycle to Iwo-Road but alighted some distance short of his destination. He completed the journey on his foot.

On getting to his destination - the Car Park opposite Wema Bank Iwo Road, Ibadan. He waited for some time, and threw the phone into a truck packed at the car parked before he took a Hummer bus going to Abuja. The time was 6:30 AM.

Attention to details is the difference between the professional assassin and the amateur - he wasn't ready to make any costly mistake. The Caller alighted at Owo under the pretence of forgetting something important at Ibadan. He slipped into a nearby bush and came out transformed. He took a cab back to Akure, ready to begin the second phase of his assignment.

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The Fifth Directorate told Precious to stay out of the game. For her to receive such threat she had been identified and someone was after her. The leadership of the team fell on Biodun's shoulders.

96 hours surveillance had been done. No one with the intention of blowing the PPA had showed up. Biodun was almost calling the Fifth Directorate to tell him the call might have been a false alarm but he knew he dare not do.

On entering the DSS, 3 main virtues were installed into your system. Patience, silence and anonymity. You can never be successful as an agent without these virtues. It helped Biodun to handle the pressure he faced during operations.

24 hours to the election, at exactly 2:00PM. A man with the attributes of whom they had been looking for was walking towards to PPP Secretariat.

The 5:00 AM meeting was shorter than expected. Critical details of the meeting were sent to the Fifth Directorate. One of it was Sharon request for the newly acquired Mc Millian Bros TAC - 50 also known as the Big Mac.

The Big Mac was a gift from the American President Tom Adams to the president of Nigeria Gbadamosi Olawale when he paid his American counterpart an official visit at the Whitehouse. He gave it to show America's interest in helping Nigeria cub the Book Haram menace.

In 2002, a Canadian Sniper killed a Taliban terrorist in Helmand Province Afghanistan from Canada. The distance was said to be 2430 miles. The bullet was believed to be in air for an estimated 4 seconds. The rifle given to President Gbadamosi was the American version of the "Big Mac." Sharon requested for it because as much as possible she wanted the terrorist dead before getting near the PPP secretariat.

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As Ondo State Gubernatorial election was getting closer, the atmosphere was getting tensed with the euphoria of the election. Precious predicted the attack could happen on any of the 8 days left.

Less than 24 hours their requests were met. The place from which the operation was to be carried out was ready.

A room on the third floor of the building adjacent the PPP secretariat, whose window was overlooking the secretariat. It was gotten under a false name, and as said in the agreement, it would be used as a branch office for a legal firm.

7:00 AM the next day, the agents left safe house at 30 minutes interval, and took different direction to their destination. By the time they met in room to be used for operation, their appearance had change from what it was when they left the safe house.

Preparation started at 12:00 noon. It took 6 hours to complete the set up. All was in place for a 12 hours surveillance. It was a terrorist threat, it is more likely to occur during the day. Two agents were added to cover the night hours, but the daytime surveillance was higher given priority.

5 days to the election, 4:30 AM in the morning. Precious was singing Simi's song Jamb Question as she prepared for shift "Ma bi ni jamb question, I no be dundy, I no be fool i no be fool. Ma bi mi ni jamb question…no. You see your style is just not cool….not cool. Ma bi mi ni jamb question. I no be dundy. I no be fool…i no be fool. I will pay you no attention. To ba bi ni jamb question o........." her phone rang - which was strange.

She picked the call, but didn't hear what the person was saying. The call ended. 30 seconds later. She received a text message. "You killed my man. You are dead."

Last Assignment continues tonight.

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Watch out for it.

I am sorry for the delay in update. I have somethings to attend to.

I will continue next week.

Thank you all.

ADEKUNLE P_PEN

Biodun raised his hands, clamped it to form a hollow, placed his head in, and said.

‘’Oh that’s simple, from what you told us, Alagbaka is a place with tall buildings, thanks be to the gods, the PPP secretariat is a duplex."

‘’En en’’ Precious asked as she folded her hands across her chest.

‘’We need get into one of the buildings opposite the PPP secretariat.’’ He paused and turned to Sharon. Biodun loved things around him to be lively. For him, no dull moment. ‘’Hey tart, you are a sniper.’’

Hassan Interjected, ‘that is absurd, mind your diction.’’
‘’Ohh, am sorry blonde.’’ He said jokingly and continued ‘’we get into one of those buildings opposite the secretariat, bring a sniper, wait for the terrorist to show up. When he does, shoot off his head. Simple.”

Precious spoke up in a way that showed that she was getting close to being angry. ‘’See, we are not here to play, please say something serious. Do you expect the terrorist to vocalize his intentions?’’

‘’Eeeeee, one of the lessons you were taught at the DSS training camp was how to spot a terrorist. No matter how a terrorist disguise, there will still be some tell-tale indicators showing who he is.’’ He replied with a grin.
Precious turned to Sharon ‘’what do you agree?’’

Sharon nodded to show her approval, but she looked at Biodun with I-have-not-forgiven–you countenance, then turned to Precious as she said “I think it okay, but we need to work out more details, generally the idea is good.’’

She turned to Hassan ‘’your view?’’

‘’His idea is okay, if we do it in a way that won’t draw any attention.’’

Precious stood up as she said. ‘’Okay, we can go. Let come back by 5:00 AM to perfect the plan.’’

They stood and retracted into their rooms, not to sleep, but to think about how to make the plan work.

During the World War II. America’s theme of participation was ‘victory at lowest possible cost’. That policy by Franklin Delano Roosevelt made America at the conclusion of the war the most powerful nation in the world.

Russia lost half of her productive capacity, and nearly 20 million people to the war. To those four DSS agents sitting in the safe house at Akure, it was victory at all cost, victory at any cost.

At 12:00 AM they started talking about how to stop that fanatic. They sat at a polished round table that looked like dining table for four.

To Precious right hand was swarthy Biodun, known to have soft spot for fair ladies but praised for his attention to details. He knew all operation he had ever gone for, what happened, how they happened, and the number of life lost.

So detailed, that he goes over any operation tactics not less than three times after it must have been perfected. In his area of operation, any slight mistake could lead you to grave. Your mistake will be a lesson for those coming after you on how not be behave when you on operation.

The pointed jaw Hassan. His jaw formed something similar to the tip of a chisel when he smiled, but better than that, he had the talent to make accurate decision on the spur-of-the-moment. He was not a master strategist but if you gave him correct information he would tell you the right thing to do.

Sharon was to Biodun’s right. She was chosen because of her ability to snipe, trained by a Nigeria sniper called Sodik, nicknamed Boko Haram doctor. The best sniper Nigeria ever had. He was a terror to the Boko Haram sect, a torn in their hardened flesh. Sodik killed more key members of the Boko Haram sect than the Nigeria Army. Most of the sect members killed by the Army were disposable ones.

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When they were set, Precious let out a sigh as she said. ‘’Guys, how do we go about this?’’

Obisteve42:
Great write. Please can your updates be coming in morbe regularly. it would be very appreciated.

I will work on that. The posting will change. Thank you for reading me.

Precious knew the next guy in line. She had worked with Hassan Ahmed on few operations. One of them was defusing a bomb planted at the Kaduna State House of Assembly three days before Salah celebration in 2013.

Work made their path crossed, all precious had to do with him revolved around ops, nothing more. She gave him a professional handshake, and a thin smile as she welcome him into the safe house.

The last guy, Biodun Sadare, was intimate with Precious. They had walked together on many occasions. The Fifth Directorate had difficulty choosing him for that operation, because he felt something more than work was beginning to creep in between them.

But he had no one who could replace him, so he picked him, but privately told Sharon to spy on him and precious.

As he entered the safe house, Precious ran into his hands. ‘’When will you stop coming after me’’ Precious asked looking into his eyes, his hands were around her waist.

He wanted to say "When you agree to marry me", but he decided against it "when we stop having operations to do together." He replied. ‘’Get away joor’’ she playfully poked his chest and slipped out of his grip.

They settled in comfortably and decided to take a rest, but planned to converge later at 12:00 AM, to come up with a plan to stop that fanatic walking to the PPP’s building.

Missmossy:
Such a captivating piece,kudos to the writer.

Thank you, I appreciate this

[quote author=Obisteve42 post=79168742]

So when are we expecting the next update? [/quotel]

I will post it today.

Thank you.

Obisteve42:
Thanks Adekunle for coming back and dropping by. I love your work.

Thank you for reading me. I appreciate.

LAST ASSIGNMENT … 12
Ein Kerem, Jerusalem.

She was crying profusely. He tried to touch her left arm in a way that communicated his genuine concern, but she twitched. ‘’I am sorry to disturb you. Please, I don’t mean to hurt you, I was just tr…….."

‘’I am one of the survivors of holocaust. Auschwitz-Birkenau contamination camp.’’ She paused for some seconds and continued. ‘’I saw the only man I loved gassed to death.’’ She cut in, sobbing.

‘’What happened to your left arm? Will you like to tell me about it?’’ When she didn’t reply after a couple of minute, he spoke as though apologizing ‘’I am sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you, I don’t mean to remind you of your painful past if you don’t want to…"

‘’ I don't want to remember the things that happened. I have chosen to forget many, but I will say some of the horrible experiences I went through.’’

Her face changed to that of a child whose favourite doll was snatched. Shallow streams of tears ran down her oblong face.

‘’The pain was unbearable, before admission into the camp we were assigned a number that was tattooed on our left arm.’’

She rolled up her sleeve to show him. It revealed 28599. It was as though stamped on her skin. Something like caked blood glued to her body. She took a deep breath and continued.

‘’We were fed with food that would only keep us breathing.’’

Due to malnutrition, and the hell I went through in that camp. I lost my menstrual cycle and consequently lost my faith in God. Hilter is a pig, devil gave him that Master Race idea.’’ She paused to blow her nose before she continued.

‘’Those SS are merciless.’’

‘’Sorry, SS?’’ He cut in.

‘’Schutzstaffel, those were the idiots Hitler used to punish us in the camp.’’ She waited for him to ask more questions if he had, but when he didn’t she continued.

‘’I saw trailer loads of people turned into smoke in 45 minutes, I saw my loved ones, my love gassed to death, my fiancé was gassed because he showed slight sign of sickness. I saw many starved to death. I…I….I don’t want to talk about it anymore.’’

She buried her head in the confidence his broad chest radiated as he consoled her.

"You still have a future, God allowed you to survive for a reason, behead your past. You can still make something out of your life.’’

That was the first dose. Her subsequent visits ended in motivational classes. The faith she had lost in love and God. She found it back in him. He became her hope, something she can trust for a future.

In the last week of his stay in Jerusalem. After cleaning his room it surprised him to hear her say ‘’I want to follow to you Nigeria.’’ He smiled. ‘’ Stay here my dear, there is hope for you here, I believe you will make it.’’

She held his hands and said ‘’you are the one feeding me with that hope for that future. There are lot of memories haunting me here I want to run from away from them."

Plans were made, by the time he was returning to Nigeria. He came with a better heart and became a heart-throb.

With her hope for life fully restored, she pledged her future and that of her seeds to fighting terrorism. There is no better definition of terror than what Hitler did to those 6 million Jew sacrificed at the Holocaust.

The commitment to that pledge brought Sharon to the Akure. She was willing to give her all to stop that fanatic who want to blow up the PPP’s secretariat.

I am very sorry for the break.

Last Assignment continues tomorrow.

Thank you.

Adekunle P_PEN

LAST ASSIGNMENT 11
GRA, AKURE

Precious’ call made the fifth directorate to know that what was at hand was beyond what Precious alone could handle. Though she tried to sound confident, there was something in her that yearned for help.

‘’Don’t leave the safe house until the next instruction,’’ was the last things he said to her. It been three days since she spoke to her boss. He hadn’t called since then and it was beginning to trouble her.

At about 4:30 pm on the third day, he called. ‘’Help on the way. Stay put,’’. He didn’t allow her say anything before he ended the call. Ten minutes later, the door to the safe house opened and she saw three people entered.

An olive-skin and black-eyed lady entered first. She was young and slim, a bit shorter than Precious. Precious was trying to place a name to that face but couldn’t. This girl must be new in the DSS. She concluded. The lady before her was a Nigerian Jew, a third generation descendant of Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp survivor.

At Sharon Onochie’s ancestral Anambra hometown - Anaocha, many believed her great grandfather, David Onoichie must have used the Arigbe leaf - a leaf believed to have mystical power that softens a woman’s heart - to win Ahuva Abbot’s heart.

In 1948, Felix was flown to Hadassah Medical Centre, Ein Kerem, Jerusalem for a deep hypothermic circulatory arrest, a surgical technique, also known as stand-still surgery, to correct a defect in one of his left vertebral arteries. The procedure involves lowering the body temperature to around 14oC to stop circulation and brain functions. This reduces rupturing of the arteries and of brain damage. In a way you were clinically killing the patient, and you have to bring him back to life in under 45 minutes. It was a delicate one.

The operation went well. He was recovering fine. He was told to stay some weeks back to monitor his progress. During his recovery period, he met Ahuva, an auxiliary nurse assigned to attend him - to take care of the cleaning of his room and changing of his bedding.
He loved the way she did her job but she appeared traumatized, a terror was hidden in her body. She behaved like one haunted by fear. Moved by compassion, he decided to speak to her on one of her visits.

‘’You are doing a wonderful job, but you always look sad. Hope there is no problem?’’

‘’I am fine,’’ she struggled to mumble, did her work faster than usual, and left.

The next time she came, he tried to talk to her again, and went a step further by touching her left arm. She twitched as she drifted away. This made his kind heart burdened. The following day as she was cleaning, with all the courage he could summon he said ‘’ you know, no matter how bad whatever you are going through, or might have gone through may be, you shouldn’t allow that shape your future. That you survived, that you are still alive, means God has a better future for you."

With the fury of a raging lion she turned and barked, ‘’God is dead. He couldn’t be alive to have watched that pig wasted the people he called His.’’ It was similar to being on the edge, a bomb counting to detonation time. With that she broke down in racking sobs. He knew he was in for it. A crying lady, one of the few things most men are unable to handle.

muhammed50:
Nice one OP...
I can see that you read a lot of Dan Brown...
Hassassin!

I love Robert Langdon.

Nostradamus:
nice story boss,you're good.please don't make the updates slow...


As for precious fear that the dss had been infiltrated,i believe the dg of dss is the mole himself,afterall he's the only one that knows about precious assignment to akure.

The ghost himself(the terrorist who wants to drop the bomb)seems so cool and observant,i have a feeling precious will have a had time trying to stop him..

Kudos bro

Do you live in akure?

Smiles, follow the story, you will soon find out

I went to the Federal University of Technology, Akure.


Thank you for reading me.

kimduhan2:
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Thank you for reading me. I am grateful.

You are welcome. Thanks for reading me.

LAST ASSIGNMENT …10
GRA, AKURE

Some months ago, the CIA hacked the personal computer of top members of ISIS. They wanted to access Intel that could assist in the fight against the terror group. To their disappointed surprise, they found out that 70 percent of the materials on those PCs were pornography, called Jihadi porn.

The assassin and the terrorist have the same goal, but they employ different modes of operation. The former loves to do his work silently without drawing any attention. He does the damage and leaves quietly. But the latter kills to get attention.

Taking another man’s life is not as easy as it is being made to look in action movies. Murder puts a heavy psychological stress on a man’s soul. To be relieved of the stress, most times, killers drown themselves in things like drinks, drugs and sex. The etymology of the word 'assassin' reveals that it was coined from the word 'hassassin', meaning the follower of hashish - a potent drug taken by deadly men years ago after brutal killings.

The ghost in the apartment was thinking about the task ahead the following day. He felt an appetite for hedonistic pleasure. He wanted to satisfy that desire, since it would be his last time of having any carnal pleasure. And he knew just where to get what he wanted.

He had been in Akure for a while and had done his best not to arouse any suspicion or draw attention. He would make himself comfortable until he received further instruction on the assignment. 20 minutes after he left, he was back with this shy and quiet lady. She had some pound of flesh under her skin. To the ghost that made no difference, what mattered was that his desire be quenched.

To his surprise, the girl was the opposite of herself in bed. Her libidinous skills was revealed as he went into her. She was a tigress in bed, a raging fire, and an erupting volcano. She moaned repeatedly from sheer pleasure as she clasped her legs around his waist - subtle attempt to wear him out soon, but the ghost was stronger than she imagined. When she heard him moan hysterically, she smiled within herself. He was at his climax and it would soon be over.

Five minutes later, he rolled off. He managed to ask, ‘’How was it?’’

'’Stupendous.” she replied with a sigh.

With a relieving yearn, he dozed off, his hand across her chest. As expected, before he woke up, the girl was gone.

The PPP secretariat rose into view. He started to have this overwhelming feeling he had when the prostitute was with him. He snapped the thought out of his mind. No. Discipline is the ability to delay gratification. That desire was not for anything carnal, it was for the seven virgins that awaited him in heaven. He had imagined how exhilarating that ecstasy would be. If possible he would ask the angels to play Reminisce’s song ‘’Wa Fe Ku La Yi’’ as he ‘’bang’’ those virgins.

He checked his time and gave an affirmative nod. Six minutes to the detonation time.

LAST ASSIGNMENT…………..9
GRA, AKURE

The seemingly harmless mistake almost took her life. Precious should have known better. At Camp Peary, the CIA training facility which is also known as “The Farm,” agents are taught not to ever do anything that will push them to the climax of emotions during op.

Precious was at the climax of positive emotions. Her guard was down and she was vulnerable. She heard the side mirror of the blue Camry beside her shatter to pieces. The shot was pretty close.

Her training took over immediately. The first thing was to take cover to her advantage. She saw a turning to her left and dashed into it. The black figure behind her smiled, that was what he had wanted. Precious had just walked into his trap.

He was called ‘’Lone Wolf’’ by those he worked for. Most of the killings he did were done alone and were done with precision and dexterity. His latest hit was the killing of Alo Bidemi, A governorship aspirant of the Action Party. He had framed it very well. Autopsy revealed stroke as the cause of Bidemi's death.
That was story for the media.

Lone Wolf injected an overdose of Heparin into Bidemi’s system in his sleep. Before the next morning, Bidemi was effectively dead. That was not his first time of killing at the GRA. He only needed to take the turning before the one Precious took, soon they will be seeing each other face to face.

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The sun had completed its slow descent. It was getting dark. Precious almost froze as she saw the male figure walking towards her. His domineering appearance radiated evil. He flashed a sad smile as he strode towards her. Before she could reach for her gun he was already pointing a silenced 45-caliber semi-automatic pistol. He stopped few steps away from her.

‘’Hey broad, I want to make your death easy, I won’t kill you with this but this,’’ he growled as he produced a knife. ‘’Any last wish before you die?'’ Precious giggled, ‘’you motherfucking son-of-a-bitch. You're such a coward, I can see it in your face, you can’t even do a clean job!’’ He was surprised to be confronted by the tiny thing standing before him.

‘’I will send you to he…’’ Before he completed the sentence, he swung the knife at her throat. Her extraordinary reflex enabled her catch the thrust. Then with her left hand she delivered a deft jaw breaking blow, and two successive kicks into his gonad.

He doubled over in pain and attempted a right jab, but Precious was ready for that. With her pointed stiletto heel she kicked his temple. His skull was not as hard as it looked, really. He was staggering now trying to find his feet.

‘’Don’t ever in your miserable life mess with a master yogi.'’ With that, she gave the farewell smackdown, delivering the kick that brusquely brought him down.
Precious reached for his knife and drove it into the base of his skull and turned it here. With a cold flinch, death crept into his body.

She pulled out the knife, reached for a blue face towel and wrapped it neatly and hid it in her Armani bag. With the knife safe with her, she searched the black man and saw Akingbade Jubril’s business card.

She cursed under her breath, ‘’these idiots have infiltrated the DSS, how the hell on earth did they know I'm here?’’ She left the scene making sure no evidence was left behind.
Precious was tired when she got back to the safe house. she slumped on the bed and dialed her boss' number.

LAST ASSIGNMENT 8
Alagbaka, Akure

The election that made Oke Emmanuel the governor was called miraculous by those who believed in it. Three weeks before the elections, the candidate of the major opposition party- Action Party, Akingbade Jubril was the favourite to win. He had the support of the masses and even that of the sitting President, Galadima Hammed.

Things changed when The Punch Newspaper Investigative Journalist, Mohammed Hassan, brought to life some dead news from his past to speak against his ambitions.

While serving as the Commissioner for Finance, Jubril did many shady deals and buried them well. But two were not well covered. One, he diverted pensioners’ funds to build himself a world class hotel- the Lakesun Hotel at Oba Adesida Road. In justifying his actions, he asserted, “I borrowed it, and will refund as soon as the profits come in.’’ But profits didn’t come in as planned.
Secondly, he had an affair with his then secretary, Chidinma Eugene. She got pregnant, and he blamed her for being careless. ‘’Don’t tell me you are not wise enough to use contraceptives when spreading your legs for a man you are not married to,’’ he barked at her when she told him about the pregnancy. For fear that his reputation might be damaged. He made her abort. She died on the abortion table, a free sacrifice to Yama, the Hindu god of death.

When dealing with ladies, one must be very careful because whatever one does with a lady, she will tell at least one person before she dies.

In the Zippergate Scandal, Monica Lewinsky never wanted to say anything about her amorus relationship with Bill Clinton. It was her friend Linda Tripp in whom she confided that sold the story to agent Lucianne Goldberg. Chidinma confided in her friend Akinsipe Olapeju, and she sold the story to Hassan with convincing evidence.

To Jubril, Olapeju was used by the PPP to destroy his political career. He was not a man that easily forgave. The shock of the event spun him into a deep depression. And though he eventually got out of it, he never really got over it. He wanted revenge.

Those people were worse than himself after all, and nothing had happened to their political careers. He wanted to destroy the PPP in Ondo State together with everything it represented. He saw himself as a tool in God’s hands to wipe out those men. He was the one that planted the terrorist on the sunlit street of Alagbaka Akure.

As Agent Precious was returning to the safe house, She slightly shaking her tiny waist as she sang along to Simi’s “Soldier.” Solider go, soldier come, soldier do wetin you want, but don’t fall in love with me. Solider me I no dey do. Solider find another boo, but don’t you fall in love with me, Mr Soldier….’’ And then, something happened that made her knew she was in trouble.

LAST ASSIGNMENT…………7
Alagbaka, Akure.

It was 2:00 am. Normal men were expected to be sleeping, but he wasn’t asleep. His heart was heavy as a stone. Knowing what it meant, he walked out of Akindeko Hostel, Block B, Room 2, and went to the Car Park to unleash the burden. He knew within himself that he was to pray for the election that was coming up. He prayed for 2 hours until he felt an ease inside him. He had done his job.

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When she got to Akure, Agent Precious went to the DSS safe house, located in a classified location at GRA. The safe house was codenamed Guntal Boulevard, fortified with heavy armor-plated doors and bulletproof lexan windows. It was designed to withstand any external bomb blast with minimal effect on the inhabitants. All DSS safe houses were built by the Israeli Intelligence Agency – Mossad.

Secret agents are masters at manipulation, especially their physical appearance. Precious wanted to see where the PPP’s Headquaters was located and she wanted to do that with the demeanor of an undergraduate. She took her bath and came under the transformative power of make-up.

She wore a flowery formfitting knee length dress with a strappy high heel sandals. Her tote bag held a loaded 45 caliber Taurus 24/7 OSS pistol with a sound suppressor. Her left hand cradled three higher education notebooks as she would have carried a baby.

She stood at Oriental Filling Station, opposite the PPP secretariat and acted as if she was waiting for a cab. But in essence, the PPP secretariat was under her surveillance. To her advantage, it was a bit difficult getting a taxi at that spot.

It was not the best to stay in a position where you can be easily spotted when you are gathering information about a person or a place, but there are times when you can break the rules and get away with it. That day was one for Precious. She took a quick mental note of critical things about the building under her watch.

Precious reached for her phone, she feigned receiving a call but all she wanted to know was how many minutes she had spent – five minutes more than she planned. It was time to leave.

Precious stopped a taxi
‘’North gate, drop.’’
‘’N1200.’’
‘’I will pay 1500. Please drive fast, I have an important appointment to catch’’

The driver opened the front door happily. His taxi climbed the mountainous road that laid before it and descended the road to Oja. He was about to get to the overhead bridge when Precious said ‘’I will drop here.’’
‘’But you said North gate naa.’’ He replied rather perplexed. She gave him two new One thousand naira notes and left without asking fo her balance.

She went into a boutique and bought some new clothes. “Do you have a rest room here?” she asked the attendant. "Yes ma. It is down the hall to your left.’’ She came out another person. On her way back she threw a black nylon into a trash bin. It contained the clothes she wore before she entered the boutique.

It was getting dark, time to return to the safe house.

LAST ASSIGNMENT………6
Alagbaka, Akure.

Most people believe Boko Haram started out in 2002, but that is not necessarily so. Boko Haram emerged from the Saudi-Iran split. After the Iranian revolution in ‘79, many Nigerian Muslims were influenced by what happened in Iran.

At that time, to offset Iran’s influence in Nigeria, Saudi Arabia began to support Salafist institutions in Nigeria. Among these institutions, many sects began to emerge which deviated from the traditional main stream Salafism. One of those sects became Boko Haram.
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Appearance could be very deceptive. The well-dressed ghost, once out of his formal suit, was actually a monster. His hands were buried in his black pants. His oversized suit was saddled with no less than forty pounds of high explosives; nails, ball bearings and shrapnel. His lips moved involuntarily as he said his final prayers. His eyes had a glassy, thousand-yard stare and he was unnaturally pale.

In one of the hands buried in his pockets was the detonator of the bomb. He had been ordered to end the lives of those corrupt men at a precise moment. That was part of the training he received at one of the Al Qaeda training facilities in Sudan.
He checked his wristwatch. It was 13:50, ten minutes to the detonation time...