₦airaland Forum

Joenyam:
U may be right bro!
But what I'll like to say is in the midst of security concerns, an agreement was reached to keep it a secret between the four of them, now he makes an exception that breaks the rule.
Man has his flaws, the story is now long way from home.

Yeah, I guess...

Joenyam:
Mr. Daniel shouldn't head any intelligence outfit... U don't give out top secret like that


Any man who can't keep a secret, is a waste when it comes to secret service!

In between OP, I reiterate U're GOOD.

Bro, thanks jor... But talking about Mr Daniel and Staci. Remember that she was his secretary for many years. Who would have expected that she'll betray him like that. The persons closest to you are those that often betray you most...

Meenah15:
*finally outa ghostmode*....thanks for the update.....u used Maiduguri in ur update,i tink u shud av created a name of a state which really doesnt exist....mayb m sayin dis cos am in Maiduguri.....my observation dou

LolzzZ... I thought about it o. I tried thinking of a weird name for the place. Nothing came up. Please do me a favor. Help me with a name lemme change it...

Contd.

"Hello Mr President...", Col. Coker said as he collected the phone from the agent.

"That's true sir, it's a very delicate situation and we are doing all we can to resolve it..."

"No sir, it wouldn't get to that..."

"We actually have a new asset and it is hoped that it would go a long way in helping us resolve the issue as soon as possible..."

"Yes sir, we have all the resources we need..."

"Mr President, I'm giving you the assurance that the Taliban group would soon be a thing of the past in this country..."

"I'm not trying to be vague sir, but I'm confident that we would soon eradicate them from our country and there would be no traces of them left..."

"Yes sir. Plans are already been made to move close to the site and coordinate with the military for a possible incursion..."

"Yes sir. The hostages are our primary concern. In fact that's why we are making plans for a covert operation prior to the main incursion..."

"Most likely they would be rescued during that operation..."

"Yes sir. I'll put that in mind..."

"Yes sir. We were expecting their call, but they didn't call eventually..."

"I didn't want to bother you with that sir. We've already worked out the modalities here..."

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it that way sir..."

"Yes sir, I understand..."

"I'm sure it wouldn't get to that sir..."

"No sir. I've not spoken with him since the video was released..."

"Yes sir. I'll send regular updates as the operation progresses..."

"Oh, that's very good sir. It definitely helps with the easy coordination between our two agencies..."

"Yes Mr President..."

"Thank you very much sir..."

"Goodbye sir."

Col. Coker heaved a sigh of relieve as he ended the call with the President. Mr Daniel looked askance at him as he didn't understand their conversation. 'Is this man thinking of going to the Taliban camp?', he thought.

Col. Coker looked at him and understood the obvious confusion written on his face. 'Do you have the phone you use in communicating with Mr Mustapha?', he asked facing Supt. Ridwan. 'No sir', he replied, 'it's with his handler'. 'And how can we get it?', he asked again. 'Should I call him to bring it over?', Supt. Ridwan asked. 'It wouldn't be necessary Superintendent, we would be going over there.'

'Mr Daniel, please select six of your most trusted agents and call the pilot. We leave for Mangali in an hour time', Col. Coker said facing Mr Daniel.

Mr Daniel was surprised at Col. Coker's sudden rash decision. It was obvious on his face. He couldn't help but ask, 'Sir, don't you think we need more men? Just six operatives might not be able to accomplish this mission.'

'Don't worry', Col. Coker said, 'we are to coordinate with the military in this operation. They would provide all the manpower we need.'

Mr Daniel nodded. 'No problem sir, I would make all the preparations', he said as he walked out of the cubicle.

Mr Daniel went back into the situation room and saw some of the agents still clacking on keyboards and some sitting on the chairs, obviously waiting for instructions.

'Where is TL1?', he asked to no one in particular. 'He stepped out just now', one of the agents sitting close to him responded. 'Find him and tell him to see me immediately', he said to him. 'Yes sir', the agent responded as he got up to call TL1.

'So how did it go?', Staci Samuel asked as she walked in after Mr Daniel into his office. He shook his head and said, 'Not too good. We have to go to Mangali in an hour time. Call the pilot and inform him.' 'Ok sir', she said. Then she continued, 'but sir, is it not too rash going down there? Wouldn't it be better just to give them what they want and get the hostages back? Besides, it's not like we have more information than what we already have.'

'We do actually', he said. 'Really?', she asked. 'Yes. There is a police officer presently undercover in the Taliban camp. We hope to take advantage of the information he is able to give.' 'A police officer undercover in the Taliban camp? What's his name?', she asked.

Mr Daniel was about responding when they both heard a knock on the door. 'Come in', they both said simultaneously. TL1 walked in.

'You sent for me sir', he said. 'Yes I did', Mr Daniel replied, 'prepare your team. We leave for Mangali in one hour.' 'Yes sir', TL1 replied. He turned and was about opening the door when Mr Daniel called out to him, 'TL1'. 'Yes sir', TL1 responded and turned back. 'Tell no one else about this', Mr Daniel said. 'Yes sir', TL1 replied and he walked out of the office.

Mr Daniel went to the mini wardrobe in his office where he kept his kit in cases of emergency. He brought out a small bag and was arranging his kit when Staci came beside him and joined him in arranging the bag. 'That reminds me sir', she said, 'you were telling me about the undercover police officer in the Taliban camp.' 'Yes. His name is Mustapha... something. Can't remember his surname', Mr Daniel replied. 'And he hasn't been detected since', she asked again. 'Not that I know of. In fact I'm sure he would be influential in the plans the Colonel is making', Mr Daniel replied. She nodded and didn't say anything.

They completed arranging the kit and he was good to go. 'Keep me abreast with any information that comes through', he told her as he walked out of the office. 'Yes sir', she replied.

Immediately she confirmed that they had boarded the plane, Staci Samuel went to her desk. She unlocked the lowest drawer and tried pulling off something that was stuck beneath the drawer above it. She pulled off the tape used in sticking it and pulled out a phone.

The phone had a device attached to it used in encrypting all calls in and out of it. She switched it on and dialed the only number programmed in it. She waited for twenty seconds after which she heard two beeps. 'What do you have for me?', a voice said at the other end of the line. 'You have an undercover police officer in your midst', she said. 'What is his name?', the voice asked. 'Mustapha', she replied. 'Hmm... Noted!', the voice said. 'One more thing', she said. 'What is it?', the voice asked. 'They are organizing a covert operation to rescue the hostages, after which there would be a full scale attack', she replied. 'Let them try', the voice said and she heard two beeps on the phone which signified an end in the transmission.

Staci Samuel switched off the phone, stuck it back to the lower part the drawer above the last drawer and walked out of the office.

T.B.C

Good night ladies, guys... Wishing y'all a lovely weekend...

Contd.

'Where have you been, Mr Daniel. You know we have a critical situation on hand', Col. Coker asked Mr Daniel as he walked into the cubicle in the situation room. He saw Col. Coker sitting on a couch while a man he had not met before sat opposite him. Mr Daniel looked at Col. Coker with a questioning look and nodded subtly towards the man sitting opposite him. Col. Coker nodded slightly and gave him a sign that he was free to talk.

'I'm sorry sir. I was actually receiving information concerning the young man in the video, Damien Abbah', Mr Daniel replied. 'And is it concrete enough?', Col. Coker asked him. 'Very concrete sir. It came directly from his uncle', Mr Daniel replied.

'His uncle came here?', Col. Coker asked again. 'Yes sir. He is a Brigadier General in the Nigerian Army. He just left some moments ago', Mr Daniel replied. 'He's in the army? And a BG?', Col. Coker asked. 'Yes sir', Mr Daniel replied. 'What's his name?', Col. Coker asked again.

Mr Daniel's face twisted. He didn't get to ask what the Brigadier General's name was. But he remembered seeing the name on his name plate. 'Abbah', he replied. 'General Abbah?', Col. Coker said with a smirk on his face. 'Is he still around?', he asked again. 'No sir', Mr Daniel replied, 'do you know him?' 'Yes, he was actually an instructor for one of the courses I took', Col. Coker replied, 'He was one of our sternest instructors. Anyway, there's someone I want you to meet. This is Superintendent Ridwan of the Nigerian Police. He said he has some information concerning the Taliban group. I didn't want him to have to repeat the information so I asked him to wait.'

Mr Daniel looked at the man sitting opposite Col. Coker and stretched his hands for a hand shake. 'It's my pleasure', he said. The man nodded as he took his hand.

'So what do you have for us?', Col. Coker asked as Mr Daniel sat on the couch beside him.

'As I tried explaining earlier', the SP began, 'we've been trying to crack down the Taliban group from our end, but we've been largely unsuccessful. The only success we've recorded is having an inside man in the group.'

'An inside man you say? One of their members?', Mr Daniel asked. 'He is actually one of my officers and he successfully infiltrated their group. He's now under very deep cover', the SP replied.

'Interesting', Col. Coker said, 'what is his name?' 'His name is Mustapha Danladi', the SP replied.

'How long has he been undercover?', Mr Daniel asked. 'For about five months now', he replied.

'And he was not detected', Col. Coker said, 'that's impressive. Who else knows about this?'

'Just myself and his handler. It's safer that way', the SP replied.

'We now know. That makes four persons, if I'm not mistaken', Mr Daniel said as he looked at Col. Coker and the SP. The SP nodded.

'So how do you receive information from him?', Col. Coker asked. 'He calls via an encrypted satellite phone whenever he has any information to pass', the SP replied.

'And the information he passes are reliable?', Col. Coker asked. 'Of course. In fact it has helped us thwart some of their attacks', the SP replied. 'Was he able to tell you their exact location?', Col. Coker asked again. 'Yes, we receive the coordinates of his location whenever he calls', the SP replied.

'When was the last time you heard from him?', Mr Daniel asked. The SP said, 'Last night.' 'And what information did he pass?', Mr Daniel asked again. 'He talked about two persons that were brought into the camp,' the SP was saying, 'he mentioned one Damien Abbah and Funmi Coker. When the information was relayed to me by his handler, and the name Funmi Coker was mentioned, I realized what was happening and I immediately took a flight down here. It was on my way here that the video was released.'

'Is there any way you can contact him?', Col. Coker asked. 'We can't contact him. We just sit and wait till he contacts us', the SP replied. 'Who receives the information directly?', Col. Coker asked again. 'His handler does, and he relays it immediately to me', the SP replied. 'And how many persons do you have undercover in that group?', Col. Coker asked again. 'Just him', the SP replied.

Mr Daniel was going through a message that came in through his phone after which he looked at Col. Coker who was sitting beside him. 'Sir, we have less that forty eight hours left before they act again', he said.

'I'm aware', Col. Coker replied nodding his head solemnly. 'What do you presume should be our next line of action, sir?' Mr Daniel asked.

'What do you think, Superintendent? Is there a way we can rescue the hostages covertly with the help of your man since we now know their exact location?', Col. Coker asked.

The SP shook his head. 'It would be difficult sir', he said, 'these guys are totally serious. They are not to be trifled with. They are well armed, well organized and self contained. They are also well funded too. We've not been able to concisely determine how they are funded, but I assure you they are well funded. It is evident in the caliber of weapons and equipments in their possession. Infiltrating them was a herculean task on it's own, and it's a good thing we were able to surmount that, but rescuing the hostages with just few men? I'm sorry sir, I don't see how feasible that is. Besides, we don't have much time to plan and the terrain is not too familiar, so they would always have an upper hand over us.'

'What about the military? Is there any way they can be of help?', Mr Daniel asked facing Col. Coker. He shook his head. 'We wouldn't want a confrontation. The hostages would be in the line of fire and we can't afford such collateral damage. We need a fool proof plan. Besides, we need an end to this menace as soon as possible. Both men nodded.

Mr Daniel was about speaking up when they heard a knock on the door and an agent walked in. 'There's a call for you sir', she said facing Col. Coker. 'Who is it?', he asked. 'It's the President', she replied....

Hi ladies, guys... I just came back now and came online to read some comments, and to say I'm 'wowed' would be an understatement...

Thanks a lot for your meaningful comments, critiques, likes, shares, calls, mails... You guys are awesome.

Let me say, I've always been a reader most of my life. I've never really tried writing, at least not for an audience as large as this. So getting this kinda feedback is really encouraging. It shouldn't stop, please. I know I'm not perfect and I'm not there yet, I make mistakes, but I'm willing to take corrections and learn. If I don't get corrections from you guys, I wouldn't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong.

For this piece being on sexuality section **clears throat**, make una no vex abeg ... Let's just say this was where I started, and when I began writing this, I didn't know how the story would eventually turn out. The truth is, my thoughts concerning this has been changed from when I started it, so I guess I MIGHT NOT include sexual contents. So if it's possible for a MOD to move this back to the literature section, it would be appreciated.

Erhhm, e don do abeg, make I go find something chop...

Meanwhile, @razid, Bros you made my day. Thanks alot, iAppreciate...
@PastorAji, Boss no vex abeg... It was due to oversight..

Dioxidane

Galacious1:
op has more fans here

Very true bro...

Hawlahscho:
This is seriously making sense more than expected. OP, I increased your star by 2

Lolzz... Thanks bro...

Rich4god:
Nice one op.... If shekau1 see this story, him go just release all the girls wey him kidnap...

LolzzZ... E for make sense o...

Joenyam:
TBC. ....and continue it shall
Waiting for more updates
Op u doing a great job. Am feeling u

Thanks bro...

BeeBeeOoh:
Dis story don enta 4lane express way, nice story..

Lolz... Thanks boss...

endowednicky:
Ghen!Ghen!!Ghen!!!

eddyroyal:
Nice write up bro

Thanks boss...

Omolsdare:
The settings, the plot, the twist and turns and den the suspense.....so on point....

Hmm... Thanks boss...

horlabiyi:
I'm not in support of this topic to be on sexuality section like I said earlier. But now long gone so,let's just stay here till another season or part. Thanks for the update bro

Noted... Buh, ehrm

fonzie2u:
Its broadcast not broadcasted.. My own widow's mite

Noted... Thanks bro...

saxwizard:
Here I am......the story is getting hotter...nice one dioxidane

Thanks bros...

katoto:
Dioxidane you are turning into something else-master-twister.Getting more interesting each post.Fire on.Got me glued.

I'm flattered boss... Thanks...

jemimaa01:
I have to say dioxidane,you're tooo good...this is something I didn't see coming at allll...I love your stories,they're always beautiful...keep up the good work!!

Wow! Thanks, iAppreciate...

nceedaga:
'But what exactly is your interest in this particular
case?', Mr Daniel asked.
'The young man in the video', the Brigadier General
replied. 'Yes, what about him?', Mr Daniel asked
again.
'He is my nephew.'......... c action film.

theyomight:
Dioxidane well done bro.
Am beginning to see why damien in NDA was complicated.
So when are you going to uncomplicate it for funmilayo o.
Me waiting patiently... Ride one bro.
More ink to your pen and more data to your phone.

LolzzZ... Thanks bro...

Contd.

'Your nephew you say?', Mr Daniel asked as he sat up on the couch facing him. The Brigadier General nodded.

Mr Daniel nodded too and said, 'Wow, this interesting. It's good we now know because we've been trying to get some background information about him, but most of what we've gotten were information about him when he studied at Delta State University. All info about him prior to that time appears to be redacted.'

The Brigadier General arched his brows like he was fond of doing and said, 'Yes, that is true. His file is redacted.' 'And why is that?', Mr Daniel asked him.

'I'm sorry, I'm sure you would understand the fact that I'm unable to give you that detail unofficially', the Brigadier General replied.

Mr Daniel smiled, remembering the similar words he told the Brigadier General just some moments ago. But he had to find out who Damien was and so he persisted. 'Sir, as you would agree with me, this situation is a very delicate one and we would need every information we can get concerning the individuals involved if we are to resolve this as efficiently as possible. So if there is any information you know, which is not privy to me but would help in this situation, I implore you, let me know.'

The Brigadier General was obviously shaken by Damien's capture by the terrorists, but he tried to hide it. 'I'm sorry, but I'm sure the redacted files would in no way help your situation', he said.

'What was he doing before he attended the university, because those are some of the details that are missing?', Mr Daniel asked.

'Am I being interrogated?', the Brigadier General asked him with a questioningly look. Mr Daniel smiled and replied, 'Not at all sir. Just see it as two colleagues discussing about a friend.' 'Off the records, right?', the Brigadier General asked again. 'Totally off the records.', Mr Daniel replied.

The Brigadier General looked at the Military Assistant (M.A) standing behind him and asked him to wait outside. The soldier saluted and walked out.

Mr Daniel eyes trailed the steps of the soldier as he walked out and immediately the door was shut, he looked back at the Brigadier General who was watching him keenly.

'How close were you to your nephew?', Mr Daniel asked him. 'I really wished we were close', the Brigadier General began, 'but we were not really close. He lost his father, my younger brother, when he was about 10years old, so I took it upon myself to take care of him.'

'Was his father in the military?', Mr Daniel asked. 'He wasn't', the Brigadier General replied shaking his head, then he continued, 'I tried to convince him to join the military, but he said he wasn't cut out for that kind of life. He was a software engineer before he was killed, and he was really soft natured.'

'How did he die?', Mr Daniel asked. 'He was mugged and shot while he was walking along the street', the Brigadier General replied, 'Perhaps if he was in the military, he wouldn't have been so easily killed. It pained me so much when I heard about it'.

Mr Daniel sighed and said, 'I'm so sorry about that. So you took up Damien's care after that?' 'Yes', the Brigadier General replied. 'He seemed to be very intelligent like his father, but I didn't want what happened to his father repeat itself, so when he completed his secondary school education, I convinced him to join the NDA'.

'Really? And he did?', Mr Daniel asked. The Brigadier General nodded. 'So what happened?', Mr Daniel asked again. 'Hmmm, it's complicated', the Brigadier General said, 'Let's just say that apart from his exceptional aptitude in reconnaissance and tactical operations, he gradually got ferocious and increasingly aggressive during trainings. After several evaluations he was found to be suffering from Acute Bipolar Disorder and he began undergoing therapy. He was later declared fit for training and he began training once again, but he got worse and one day during a hand to hand combat training, he didn't stop when his colleague yielded. He continued hitting his colleague till the Training Officer came to separate them, but he mistakenly hit his Training Officer at the back of his head and he died on the spot.'

'Jeez!!', Mr Daniel said. 'And he was not prosecuted?', he asked. The Brigadier General shrugged and said, 'Let's just say the doctors were able to prove that he didn't act on his own volition and he was expelled from the NDA after which he was sent for rehabilitation. It was later discovered that the environment contributed to his illness. After a while though, his condition stabilized. His file was redacted so as to prevent unauthorized assess to it.'

'Wow, General, this information has really been quite enlightening. Thank you so much for letting me in on it.' Mr Daniel said.

The Brigadier General nodded and was about asking him a question when they both heard a knock on the door. The secretary walked in and looked towards Mr Daniel and said, 'Your attention is needed in the situation room immediately sir. Something just came up'.

Mr Daniel got up immediately and looked down at the Brigadier General and said, 'I'm really sorry sir, I wish we could continue this conversation, but as you know, this situation needs to be resolved urgently.'

The Brigadier General got up and stretched his hand for a hand shake. Mr Daniel took it and looked into his eyes. 'Don't worry about it, I understand. Please bring back my boy', the Brigadier General said as he untangled his hand and walked out of the office...

T.B.C...

Good Night Ladies, Guys...

guntranno:
The BG's nephew? Zaw n Co. are in deep shyt....



This is war...


Jack Bauer on my mind


#24 season1 Episodes 1-6 whn Kim Bauer was abducted playing on REPEAT

LolzzZ... One of my favorite movies...

peleson:
I wonder why this nice script is on sexuality

Bros, I wonder too o...

Chapter Ten

"This is not a request. They give us two days to process their demand...". 'Pause it there', Col. Coker said to the computer operator as he pointed at the large screen on the wall in the SSS situation room.

As at that time that morning, just about thirty minutes after the Talibans broadcast the video, it was already viral. Almost all blogs and news websites in the country had picked up the story. The video was what was been discussed in all the forums and social media sites. Almost everyone had a say on what was happening.

Some persons blamed the Talibans for the kidnapping, while others blamed the government for infringing on their rights. Each position led to heated arguments on the various forums. Some NGO's had already begun taking advantage of the situation, publicizing hash tags like #bringbackourcitizens, #saveourchildren, #redeemourcountry and the likes.

Mrs Coker fainted when she saw the video and she was already under intensive care. Col. Coker had called his brother and assured him of Funmi's rescue.

'There's someone here to see you sir', Mr Daniel's secretary said to him as he stooped on the chair he sat, concentrating on Damien's face displayed on the paused screen on the wall.

'How many minutes do I have?', Mr Daniel asked her as he looked up at her questioningly. 'Right now sir, it's important', she replied.

Staci Samuel was Mr Daniels secretary for several years now, and she was very proficient at her job. They both had a code which they used whenever Mr Daniel had a visitor. Mr Daniel would usually ask how long he had and she would give him a time period which coincided with what she told the visitor, which in turn depended on how important the visitor was or how important the situation was. This was one of those situations.

'Who is the person?', Mr Daniel asked as they both walked along the lobby. 'He didn't say sir', she replied, 'he just asked to see you directly sir. He said it's regarding the situation on hand.' 'The situation on hand?', he asked again. 'Yes sir', she replied. 'I hope he's not here to complicate issues', he said. She just shrugged. He just shook his head and walked into his office.

Who he saw when he walked into his office surprised him. He looked back at his secretary and she still shrugged again like she didn't know how they got into the office. He made a mental note to discuss her latest mannerism after he attended to the visitor.

Sitting in the couch in the office was an advanced man in the full regalia of the Nigerian Army. Standing behind him was another lower ranked soldier. The man looked like he was troubled by something.

Mr Daniel looked at his shoulder to decipher his rank and saw three stars and an eagle. He realized the man sitting in his office was a Brigadier General of the Nigerian Army.

'How may we help you sir?', he asked as he sat on the couch opposite him.

'I heard the SSS are in charge of the investigations going on concerning the video released by the Talibans this morning. Am I correct?', the Brigadier General said.

'Yes sir. And we are on top of the situation', Mr Daniel replied.

'What exactly are you doing to resolve the situation?', the Brigadier General asked again.

'I'm sorry sir, I'm sure you would understand the fact that the details of our operations can not be disclosed to you unofficially. But I assure you we are working round the clock to resolve this issue as soon as possible', Mr Daniel replied.

The Brigadier General nodded like he understood the protocols needed for such information to be disclosed to him.

'But what exactly is your interest in this particular case?', Mr Daniel asked.

'The young man in the video', the Brigadier General replied. 'Yes, what about him?', Mr Daniel asked again.

'He is my nephew.', the Brigadier General said as he looked towards his feet.....

T.B.C...

SexySapphire:
Dioxidane, you won't kill us o. Anticipating the next update. Well done.

Thanks... You are appreciated!

baibijay:
Dioxidane,

I am following you because I don't like disturbance frm comments.

I enjoy your write-ups....

But puliiiese stop taking forever to update

Huh? You that's fond of yabbing me?? Hmm... Thanks. Meanwhile, @bolded, it's looks that way to you, but to me it's just some few moments of time away from the online world due to work related activities. I'm sure you understand.

Mickeysho:
Xpecting the op to disappear for anoda 5days.

Hehehe... You funny o...

arowtop:
Thanks for those updates...........
Am refreshing/reloading every 5minutes

Thanks bro. One advice though. Just follow directly, you'll know when I drop updates.

Galacious1:
I'm still here, op

Bro, thanks jor... I don dey sight your comments since. I appreciate...

Goodnight guys, ladies...

**Modified**
Wait o, who have seen/heard from Eniqurl

Contd.

Funmi followed Damien's gaze, but when she saw the man, she didn't betray any emotion. She had given up hope. She was prepared for whatever the outcome would be.

Al-Zawari looked at his watch. It was exactly 0700hours. He nodded at the man standing with the sword. The man brought out a long sheet of paper and placed in front of Damien.

'Read out! Now!', he said. The red light on the video sensor was already blinking.

Damien looked at the sheet of paper and was frightened. He realized he had no choice but to read out the contents of that paper. He looked towards the camcorder, looked back to the paper and began to read.

"My name is Damien Abbah and she is Funmi Coker", he began. He paused and looked towards Funmi, then he continued. "we are Nigerian citizens. Our country has constantly brought aggression against the Islamic state ably represented by the Taliban group in the country."

Damien looked up, then he continued. "Our country has plotted against them and have found reasons to always interfere in their affairs. Our strikes have caused them casualties and most of their brothers have been arrested and rotting in our prisons".

Damien looked up and saw them all looking at him sternly. 'What about the bomb blasts killing innocent women and children? Who complains about it to them?', he thought. He remembered the man standing behind him and knew that with just a nod from Al-Zawari, he could loose his head. He didn't plan on loosing it anytime soon, so he continued.

"This has become highly unacceptable to them. They would no longer tolerate it. They asked to speak with our President, but those in the high powers decided to play politics with it and thought of playing them. This stops now. They demand the immediate release of their 72 brothers imprisoned in Kutungu jail. They also demand the release of their 45 brothers in Kajola jail."

Damien looked towards the camcorder, looked back at the script he was reading and continued.

"This is not a request. They give us two days to process their demand. Failure to do so would lead to our beheading and result in more bloodshed of our people. Alhahu-Akbar"

The camcorder clicked off and the red light stopped blinking. Damien noticed Al-Zawari saying something to Mustapha and he nodded. 'Now, what?', Damien thought.

Al-Zawari said something in hausa which Damien didn't understand and two of the men standing around grabbed both of them and walked them out of the tent back to their prisons.

About 3 of the guys in the computer unit were banging on their keyboards vehemently. Al-Zawari and the other men stood there watching them keenly. After what seemed like ages to Al-Zawari, but in reality just about five minutes, one of the tech guys screamed with joy, 'Angama!'

Al-Zawari looked towards the monitor, and when he realized he couldn't understand what was on it, he asked. 'Are you sure they've all gotten it?' 'Every last one of them', the man replied. Al-Zawari nodded and he walked out of the tent, with his two lieutenants walking out behind him.

T.B.C...

Contd.

This time around, she heard herself scream. Immediately she sat up and opened her eyes. She looked around and the two men were gone. She touched her chest and felt where she was stabbed. There was nothing there. She felt her entire body and saw that nothing was amiss but for the fact that she was sweating profusely. She tried listening for sounds outside the iron door, but she heard nothing. She turned her face towards the iron door, trying to look through the spaces in the door. She saw that everywhere was still dark, so it wasn't morning yet.

She bundled herself in a bear hug and laid down back. 'So I had been dreaming', she thought, 'thank god it was just a dream'. She tried going back to sleep, but she couldn't. She just kept stirring and turning at every sound while waiting for dawn to break.

Several yards away, Mustapha and the two young men had just completed setting up the VTU in a makeshift tent. They had spent all night trying to fix a damaged component in the unit, and they finally succeeded. They were still doing some preliminary testing when Al-Zawari walked in with two of his lieutenants.

Mustapha and the two other men shuffled and stood at attention before him.

'Is it ready?', Al-Zawari asked with his gaze directly at Mustapha. 'Yes sir, we just began testing it now.' Mustapha replied.

'What have you been doing all night?!', Al-Zawari screamed at him. The two men beside Mustapha had already began fidgeting.

'A component got bad, and I was fixing it', Mustapha calmly replied.

Al-Zawari glanced at the setup and asked, 'And it's ready to broadcast now?'

'We are still carrying out the testing', Mustapha replied.

Al-Zawari paced around the equipment for awhile and finally concentrated his gaze on Mustapha.

'Make sure it is ready before 0700hrs', he said and he stumped out of the tent, with his lieutenants walking out after him.

More than an hour later, the doors to Damien's prison was opened and he squinted his eyes as he saw two men walk in.

'Tashi!', one of the men screamed at him. Damien remembered that 'Tashi' meant 'stand', and he stood. The too men came beside him and one of them threw a hood over his face.

They held his hands while walking him out of the prison. After walking for several minutes, they got to the tent.

When they got inside, one of them stamped the back of his knee which made him go down. 'Aahhh', he screamed in pain. 'Damien!', Funmi called out. She was kneeling beside him. Hearing her voice alone was a soothing relief to him. 'How are you holding up?' he asked her. 'Just there', she replied.

'Ku ishuru!' Al-Zawari screamed. Damien had forgotten what it meant, but it sounded like it was directed at them, and so he stopped talking.

He heard Al-Zawari issue a command in hausa and one of his lieutenants took off the hood covering their faces.

Damien looked around and realized they were in front of a video recorder held in place by a tripod stand. He saw the man who identified himself to him to be an undercover agent in the police force operating the device. 'What was his name again? Mohammed? Mustapha?', he thought. He saw Al-Zawari beside him looking at the video monitor. There were about five other men in different positions in the room holding menacing looking weapons.

He didn't notice the man standing behind him, but when he saw Al-Zawari give a nod towards them, he looked back and saw a man wearing military camouflages with a turban around his face with only his eyes visible. He was holding what looked like a sword. But this didn't look like an ordinary sword. It was curved, and it looked like a two-edged sword. It's steel looked well sharpened. Damien was scared. 'So this is the end', he thought.

Funmi followed Damien's gaze, but when she saw the man, she didn't betray any emotion. She had given up hope. She was prepared for whatever the outcome would be...

endowednicky:
more update,and faster............the suspense is too long!!!

Lol... Yes ma! I dey come...

endowednicky:
Awww,OP,more efforts please!!!!thanks

LolzzZ... Don't understand. That I should write more or improve? Which?

samopeyemi:
Nice work.

But clarify this.....


Cos he could have heard this too and scream for help

I was trying to describe something like a big 'boxlike' room in a trailer. If the edges are stuffed, it would absorb some sound, especially if the environment is noisy (like the road, from the sound of other vehicles). But when he got to the forest, it was super quiet. The 'sound absorbing' quality of the set up had been drastically minimized.

I still stand to be corrected though...

Errhhmm, what else again? Make I check first, I dey come...

Chapter Nine

Funmi sat on the mat in the middle of the dark room where she was placed. She was thinking of everything and nothing in particular. She was so tired as the ordeal had taken a toll on her. She wondered when rescue would come, if it would ever come.

She turned her face towards the iron door, trying to look through the spaces in the door. She realized that everywhere was still dark, so it wasn't morning yet. She tried to think of Damien when she suddenly heard some footsteps creeping silently towards the door. The footsteps stopped outside the door and two voices began whispering in a language she didn't understand.

Her heart was thumping. She shifted to the end of the wall and shut her legs tightly together as she sat up. She then placed her arms around her leg.

The men continued whispering and it sounded like they were arguing among themselves. Funmi just continued staring at the door, hoping and praying that no one would come through it.

After what seemed like eternity, Funmi heard keys jingling in the keyhole and the door was pushed open.

Two men walked in. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but they didn't look like the men that had brought them to the prison or even the man that had brought her food. Both of them wore ragged looking kaftans and oddly placed turbans.

They stood towering over her, and she just continued staring at them. Scared as hell. Both of them exchanged glances and began speaking their language, which she didn't understand.

One of them nodded at the other and went in front of Funmi and dragged her legs forward. The second went behind her and pinned her to the ground.

She tried screaming, but she realized that she couldn't hear her voice.

She was stamping her feet at the one at the front, but he pegged her legs with his huge legs and was struggling with the zip of her jean. He had difficulties unzipping it, so he tried pulling off the jean without unzipping. That was more difficult. He went back to struggling with the zip and his accomplice was getting frustrated holding down Funmi. He began shouting abuses at the other one.

Funmi still continued screaming, but she couldn't still hear herself. She sounded like she was in a void.

The two men began exchanging words, and it appeared they agreed on swapping positions, because immediately they finished talking, the one struggling with the zip quickly got up and replaced the one who was holding her down.

The one who was holding her down came to her front and was about going down to try her unzipping her when she gave him a kick on his balls. He screamed and staggered back. She bent her neck and bit the one that was holding her down on the back of his right palm.

He screamed and tried dragging his palm away from her teeth, but she didn't let go. He continued dragging, but she still wouldn't let go. He was screaming in pain.

His left hand fumbled around in his pocket and he brought out a dagger. He raised it and stabbed Funmi in her chest. She screamed and her teeth immediately let go of his palm. This time around, she heard her scream...

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Contd.

He had just began eating when two of Zaw's lieutenants walked up to the table and stood before him. 'Zaw want to see you now', one of them said. 'I'll go to him when I'm through', Mustapha replied. 'He said now!, the second lieutenant said. Mustapha looked up at them and was shocked. He washed his hands, got up, and went with them.

On the way to the command center, Mustapha tried looking at the faces of the men sent to him, to decipher if anything was amiss. He knew Zaw never requested for anyone's presence in that manner except something was wrong. 'Or was something wrong? Have I been discovered?', he thought.

The men walking beside him had stern looking faces. None of them had facial expressions that betrayed their emotions. Mustapha had already began thinking of lies he would tell, question evasion tactics he learnt while at the police academy and ways he was going to endure torture.

He knew his mission was a very dangerous one. He was right in the camp of the Taliban group, the deadliest terrorist group in the country, and he had not yet been detected. 'Or have I been detected?', he thought. He touched the tip of his collar and confirmed that his cyanide pill was still in place.

He thrived on danger. The adrenaline rush was always there, and he was glad that all he was doing was for the good of the country. But one thing he knew he shouldn't have to endure was torture. He knew it was useless.

Al-Zawari was well known for torturing his captives till they had no choice but to divulge vital information to him, after which he still killed them. Mustapha was determined not to let it get to that point, hence the cyanide pill he kept hidden in a hole in the tip of his collar for easy accessibility.

After walking for some minutes, Mustapha and the two lieutenants got to the entrance of the command center. The two men stayed outside, while Mustapha walked in.

The command center of the Talibans was powered by solar energy. Mustapha walked in and saw different clusters of men. Some of the men were banging on keyboards of laptops with complicated looking connections, some were receiving training on creating home made explosives devices, while some just hung around talking amongst themselves.

'As-salamu alaykum', he said as he looked around trying to scan the faces of the men close to the door. 'Wa Alaikum Salaam', some of the men replied. Their faces didn't betray any emotion. They all just continued what they were doing.

Mustapha walked towards the door that led to Al-Zawari's office. He was stopped by two guards. One of them went in and informed Al-Zawari of his presence. Some seconds later, he came back and gestured Mustapha in with his rifle.

'As-salamu alaykum', Mustapha said as he walked into the office. 'Wa Alaikum Salaam', Al-Zawari replied from behind his desk.

Mustapha looked around the well lit office and saw things he had seen several times since he got into the Taliban camp. There was a laptop on the metallic desk in front of Al-Zawari. He saw many books on a shelf at the corner of the office beside which there was a large map of the country. On other parts of the wall were dotted maps of some Northern states in the country. Mustapha knew that the maps represented places prone to attack by the Taliban group or places already attacked and captured.

'You sent for me sir', Mustapha spoke up as he realized Zaw was staring into his eyes. 'Where have you been?', Zaw asked while still staring into his eyes. 'Is he suspecting anything?', Mustapha thought.

'I was around in the camp. They found me in the kitchen eating', he replied. Zaw continued staring into Mustapha's eyes and when he noticed he didn't blink, Zaw looked towards the laptop in front of him.

'I have a task for you', Zaw said after several seconds. 'What is it, sir?', Mustapha asked.

'Take two boys from the computer unit. Go and set up the video transmission unit. Tomorrow morning In-sha Allah, we are making a video broadcast', Zaw replied.

Mustapha was stunned. 'What would the video be about sir?', he asked.

'Tomorrow, you will find out. You may go', Zaw replied.

Mustapha walked out of the office and was scared. The Video Transmission Unit, 'VTU' as was well known in the camp was obtained by Al-Zawiri recently. Mustapha had been among the three persons who were trained to use it. Two of those persons had been killed in the recent attacks, and Mustapha was the only one in the camp who knew how to set it up.

Al-Zawari had often boasted that the first time he would use the VTU would be for an execution, and now that he had requested for it's use, execution was definitely on his mind.

'But who was he going to execute?', Mustapha thought as he walked out of the office. He had no idea.

He walked to walked to the computer unit and asked two boys out of the men there to follow him. They got up and followed Mustapha out of the command unit. Mustapha explained what they were to do and said he would meet them in thirty minutes.

As he walked back to the kitchen to finish his meal, one thing was on Mustapha's mind: To find out what Al-Zawari was up to....