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Lola appeared in our front. "No no no. Seems you dont get what is at stake here. You have to help me whether you like it or not!"

"Chika just ignore it, it would fade away before dusk." Rita spoke, grabbing my hand as we made our way through the crowded streets .

"You cant ignore me. We had an agreement. A nobels agreement."

Rita stoped.

"Chika tell me you did nothing of such." Rita asked staring deeply at me.

"Well, I promised to help her and all" I paused for a moment to allow the words sink in ." But I lied "

"And? " Rita asked, expectantly like she was sure there was more where that story came from.

"And we only had a simple hand shake of some sort. Thats all there is..."

"Now we have help her. Why would you do that!"

"Wait, its just a ..." I tried explaining , but interrupted again

"Where is you body kept?" Rita asked the ghost.

"Rita, why are we helping her? " I was slightly confused.

"As simple as the hand shake might seem, its a seal , A noble never goes back on a binding agreement and a simple hand shake seals it. " she paused.

"Where is you body kept? We dont have all day." She asked Lola.

"Not far from the motel. Its locked up in a cold room." Lola replied as her blood shot eyes brightened up in excitement.

Sneaky baseborn, I thought to myself. She just had to be at the right place at the right time.

The most interesting thing that bugged me about the whole situation was how I was going to come in, in putting her ghost back in her body. I started doubting the whole thing.

How is that even possible? I asked my self. Probably the wrong person to ask. The two ladies both seemed sure about the procedure.

I ruminated on asking ,and the slight chance of instead staying quiet not to risk seeming the pudden head...

"We take a taxi from here."
I heard Rita's voice rise above the voices in my head.

"We have no money remember?" I said as I checked my pockets. Wow my phone . I felt my phone in my picket and the tiny pistol under my jacket.

"Well, we make use of what we have"

"What we have? I'm not sticking a gun to a taxi driver or anything of that sort. Had enough for today."

"Just do what I say alright." Rita whispered. "But first we need change of clothes. This is particularly not a decent outfit to move around in .Wait for me."

I almost laughed as I watched Rita disappear in speed. Who would think she would be conscious of her looks.

I stared at the ghost , who had been staring at me the whole time.
We were under a shad in front of a locked up shop. That section of the market was relatively calmer as I watched people moved hurriedly along the streets.

I turned towards Lola again and she was still staring. What a creep , I thought to myself, as I was gradually feeling uncomfortable.

"Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" She asked in a calm sooting voice.

"Yes, please look at something else."

I wondered what Mother would be doing. Lawrence, and my father. I felt disgusted thinking of the man. Probably somewhere doing... I couldn't think of what he could be doing . Only the heavens know what he does with his time anyway.

"Here" Rita tossed a green shirt at me. It was a nigerian foot ball jersey definitely a fake, and to an observant eye could be perceived miles ahead. On a normal day, I would never be caught dead in such ,but desperate times, i thought as I stared at my torn shirt and burnt jacket.

"I just picked the largest i could find. You know your quite tall. "

"You have good eyes." I said in sarcasm as I observed the very inferior pair of jean she also got.

" see chika, i got us matching outfits." She said with a smile.

It was clear Rita had a fair sense of fashion, but like they say, desperate times...

"So where do we change into the clothes?"

I watched Lola phase into the lock up shop and reappear.

"This shop is pretty empty, you guys can change inside."

I pointed at the padlock . "Its locked , and that means ..."

Rita broke the locks off before i completed my statement with base plate of her hand.

"Ladies first, would be out in a minute ." And Rita had gone in. She came out looking ... Well, looking pretty normal. A normal looking tall beautiful fair lady in her early thirties , but then again, I was really poor at age guessing.

"Your next" Rita said with a smile.

"Please hurry, before its dusk" i heard lola whisper faintly.

I hurried into the tiny shop and in a few minute we were in the taxi garage flagging a cab driver down. We had discussed our plan carefully as we had no money.

"This place you are headed to is far o, its three thousand naira."

We had come to an agreement with the driver and in no time we were already approaching our destination.

The man would often stare at I and Rita through the rear mirror as we sat quietly at the back sit. Never talking , never whispering. At some stops on the road, he would try making small talks or jokes about the "ugly monkey of a president " , and how things were bad in the country. But all he got in response was quiet. Loud chilly silence .

Observing that we had approached a walkable distance to the motel, I signalled Rita and she already knew what to do.

I stared at the wound up window and I couldn't see my reflection. Rita was holding my hands and she had masked our presence.

What was left to mind was how the cab driver would react the moment he stared at his rear mirror and notice his passengers had vanished .

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What was left to mind was how the cab driver would react the moment he stared at his rear mirror and notice his passengers had vanished .

If I were the driver, I would abandon the taxi the second I notice.

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Chapter 4 : Packing up for war


Sept 14th 1970



"How long till we dock at shore?"
Rita asked .

" About a day left"
We were both at our weakest. The sea was slowly killing our bodies , but I was sure by my calculations that my foiled cabin would hold us long enough. I stared at the mirror handing on the wall. My beards had really over grown. Jenny had jokingly said they did not look so bad on me. But knowing her too well, I knew she did not fancy it at all.

Rita sat at a corner on the floor with her head burried on her kneel. I had never seen her that weak all my life.

I stared at the love of my life fast asleep on her bed.

And there came a knock on the door. I stared at Rita and our eyes met.

Jenny was awake "Hon , who is there?"
I watched her braided hair drop across her face as she packed them into a pony tale .I stared at her pearly eyes. so many whispers those eyes would tell , and the loudest of cause was encumbrance.


2003



I stared at Lola's pearly eye, they looked really worried , but I cared less. She had tricked me into all this.

"Chika, I think we need to walk faster." I heard her whisper.

I stared at the cracked screen on flip cover of my phone . The battery was low and it was 5:45pm . I glanced at the phone again as I saw water droplets on it. I stared at the sky. It was going to rain.

I continued walking and caught up with Rita.

"Thats the cold room over there" Lola said pointing at blue painted bungalow unfenced .

" Are you still thinking about how the cab driver freaked out?" Rita asked staring at me unblinkingly like her eyes were searching for words on a news paper puzzle .

"We could have taken his car. Borrowed it for a few days . Was just thinking about that" I said.

The man had rushed out of his cab, stop to stare at it from a distance. He looked around the quiet and lonely road. He would often bend like he was searching for something under the vehicle ,and then ran away. Whatever was going through his mind, i was sure he was really terrified and had a story to live to tell his loved ones.

We finally made it to the place.

" give me a moment , let me check around if anyone here. " Lola said and dematerialised .

I observed the roller shutter door. It had a poster on it which read

' We open 8am to 10pm mondays to fridays. '

I wondered what the circumstances that led to Lola's death could be that her body would wind up in a cold room for frozen chicken, turkey or fish or whatever they keep in cold room theses days.

"No one is here. Oh my, we are in luck."

"No, you are in luck." I said as Rita broke the padlocks.

The door had another gate which Rita also took off with ease. In a way, her strength petrified me. I hadn't even thought of the extent to her powers . I had a plan to find that out . I just needed this ghost matter to blow over . So many questions on My mind , particularly the viscous fluid that came right out of my eyes. The one that made me raging and blood lusting.


"Hey, Chika! Been calling you. "

I must have lost my self in my train of thoughts.

I stared at Rita at a distance . "The body is here."

I looked around . Cartons of what knows what were stacked to the ceiling . I pulled down the roller door and put on the light bulbs .It was freezing . I made my way to where the body was. I quickly removed my shirt and wore it on the body. It was Lola. Laying nude on the ground helplessly . Even dead , it felt wrong just letting the lifeless body lay disrobed.

My shirt was long enough to cover her body well alright. What was I doing? I thought to myself. I stared at Rita who had no expression on her face, as usual .

"So, how does this work?" I inquired from Rita.

"I dont know much about this ."


" What? That is not suppose to happen . You know everything. You made me come here and now you're saying you don't know know anything about this."

"Forgive me. I said I don't know much . " she paused for for a few seconds , " You would have to drown in her death " whatever that meant . She made another long pause that would last for a whole long ten minutes and then spoke.

"Hold her hands . "

"The ghosts' or the dead body?"

"The dead one." She replied, pointing at the corpse .

I obeyed Rita who was prancing around like she was engaging her thoughts.

"Okay? What after that" i asked after waiting a long time. The body was cold and stiff as wax.

"Place you hands on his back " Rita said in a hushed tone to the ghost and whispered something inaudible. The ghost shook her heard affirming .

The next thing that would happen was the worst pain I had ever felt. Unimaginable pain as i felt my neck crush slowly and time became slow. I could hear every thing around me, even the dove that had landed on an electric pole miles ahead , but I failed to hear my heart beat.

I screamed in pain and the viscus dark liquid started seeping down my eyes. And everything stopped.

I heard coughing . It was Lola. I layed helplessly on the floor. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and opened them. Rita was standing above me.

"You're so exceptional . Don't worry, you would be fine . Don't try talking. It would increase the pain. Just lay there for a few more minutes and don't move a muscle." Rita spoke in her warm and calm grandiloquence.

I obeyed and stayed in my position . I just brought someone back from the dead. I started to remember the pain. Indeed Lola died from strangulation like I had assumed on our first meeting. I now understood what Rita meant by drowning in her death.

I rolled my eyes and watched Rita help Lola stand . Her pale skin had gained nourishment rapidly and her bruises were healing so fast that in a blink they were gone.

I had to lay on the cold floor shirtless. I closed my eyes and could hear the thunder rumble. We were in for a very stormy night. No car, no food, no money, no shelter. I heard my phone give a battery low signal and shutting down. No phone also.

I was left to engaging my thoughts once again. I just realised that Rita had an accent . Strangely that was the first time I would think about it as all our conversations always took my mind on journeys.
Oh I missed my old life so very much. Boring , but I missed it.

The person i had brought back to life had even recovered faster that my self and was now standing above me . Just staring .

I tried not to look under my shirt she had on her. Did she know i could see between her legs? Well , I was told not to talk for a while. It took a lot , but i did eventually close my eyes.

"You should be good now Chika ."

Most part of the pain was finally gone. I opened my eyes to Lola standing by the roller door , but this time it was wide open. Her arms were folded and her back was turned towards me with the lightning from the sky casting a siloueth . Rita was asking her some questions , and she was answering them in very hushed tone.

"Chika, get your self together, we have a place to rest up for the night." Rita said with her ever warm smile .

"We can not pass the night here. Its cold and ..."

Lola had cut me half through my sentence . " Not here, a walking distance from here. We would have warm beds and food for the night. Its my aunts place."

Lola had cut me half through my sentence . " Not here, a walking distance from here. We would have warm beds and food for the night. Its my aunts place."

"We wait the rain out?" I asked .

"Its going to keep raining hard , we best proceed on foot."

I couldn't help the smile that would contour on my lips. Rita really had an accent and I was just noticing . It sounded so nice , like feathers stroking the ears. I tried not to keep up with the smile least i draw unnecessary attention.

I and Rita rolled our trouser up. Being that Lola had noting to roll, we proceeded into the the flooded streets.

The distance was much longer than I had envisaged. Cutting from streets to street , corners to corners , between and beside houses. We finally arrived at a low cost estate. My timberland boot was soaked in water and my whole body trembled from cold. Lola was taking the lead in our little flood navigating expedition, while I followed and then Rita ;who felt more comfortable watch me from behind . Often , I slow down my pace , hoping she would move ahead of me , but the reverse . The faster i moved, the faster she would with her weird smile on her face.

Lola , being the flood Messiah would stop at occasions to check on us. One thing she didn't bring back from the other side was a smile. Though the weather did not warrant a smile of any sort , but she kept this look. Her eyes, they had changed. I knew that look. The same kind i saw stare back at me when i was face to face with my reflection on the glass panels at Bello's tower. The way a starving fisherman would stare at a juicy whale . She has her eyes set on a prey.

I wondered what was running through her mind. I felt like sharing my thoughts with Rita, but I wasnt the type that found comfort in sharing my feelings with people, least Rita the horder of seceretes and truths .

Whatever i was thinking, Rita , being a very intelligent being must have thought of it.


"Whats on your mind" Rita whispered into my ears .

"And why do you think I would tell you" i replied in a hushed tone.

"I have to know what you are thinking at all times, to know what you would do, cause if you stray just a little from our plan, it would cause a lot of ripple effects like the one we are in right now."

I stargazed at Rita for a while , uncertain if I wanted to share my thoughts with her. What she meant by "our plan". She spoke in so much parables that I was done reading into any.

"My legs would soon fail me. One of you has to carry me. "

I stared at Lola in disbelief . "Its perfectly normal , she has not walked in days. Anyways, I cant carry her."

So our journey continued again with Lola in my arms and her left arm hanging around my neck with her other arm serving as our navigator .

"That is the house." The best sentence I had heard in the past twenty four hours.

"You can drop me now."

A low cost bungalow stood plebeian before us. They were those kinds constructed by the government. Slightly larger than the gate house in my home , but decent enough. A long array of similar bungalows. Across was a number of four storey buildings in similar pattern and block of flats arranged in a nice order. The roads were proper constructed and had underground drainage systems that kept the street free from flood . The bungalows had short fences, well nurtured nursery beds with flowers blooming in the rain; and compounds large enough to take only two cars , and of cause would require expert driving.

We were standing right in front of one of such. A neat little house. I gathered only a small family would inhabit the place . I observed a ladies blouse hanging on a laundry line as Lola would pick a stone and pound ferociously at the little gate.

I doubted anyone was in, judging from the cloth hanging on the line. No one would leave his or her cloths out in the rain, which in this case was a 'her', and women are known to be much more meticulous with their laundry.

Alas, I would see an old lady walk slowly to the gate from over the fence with an umbrella shading her from the rain. With my height and close proximity the gate had to the main building, she could see my face and squinted her eyes trying to recall my persona . It seemed like we had woken the old lady from a good nap.

"They are not at home." The Old lady said slowly with no intentions of opening the gate. I couldn't blame her. Who would open her home to an over six foot tall shirtless young man in the furry rains. She must must thought we were seeking the other residents that lived with her, maybe ...

"Grandma is that you?" Lola said with a tone of excitement as she wiped rain drops off her face. She finally smiled for the first time since she was brought back to life. The grim and happy Lola were very lovely people to look at .

The old lady was silent for a while , and then slowly opened the gate.

" Oh my , Omolola!" And the old Lady dropped unconscious hitting her head on the cemented floor .


I stared at Rita and back at the lady on the floors. I just hoped the lady was not dead. Seemed A hex was placed on my head. Rita returned the gaze with a lack in any expression whatsoever . Typical to stick to the smile or that, the only epressions I knew her face to make.

"Help me bring her in , don't just stand there!! Grandma!!"

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I lifted the old lady off the ground , into the house. I stared at Lola and felt a deep sense of pity for her. In her eyes I could see her world falling apart . Unlike myself who had Rita to protect me, even though lately she had been failing at that. Even not knowing anything about this Lola girl, one thing was very certain; she is a survivor , I thought to myself.

Rita didn't move an inch from where she stood. I ignored her and carried the old lady into a little sitting room. I placed her on the couch and noticed blood stains on her head. I turned her head in various directions trying to find the location, as Lola disappeared into a room in the house. In a nick of time she rushed out with a first aid box and disappeared again into another room. I turned to the door way and Rita was just staring at the old lady in aw.

"Why are you not helping . Just standing there, sometimes I don't get you. "

"Come, come close to me." Which I obeyed.

Lola, returned with a little bucket of water and emptied its content on the lady. She hurriedly tore a fresh syringe out and drew a green fluid from a little bottle. She seemed so confident and sure of what she was doing.

"Look at them closely, and tell me what you see." Rita whispered.


"Lola trying rescue her grandmother?"

"No no, thats obvious. I mean look closely ."

"Wow..." Rita placed her palm over my orificed mouth least I screamed my lungs out.

She grabbed me by the shoulder with a stern look.

"Don't ever do that. Never scream! Ever! " she exclaimed in a hushed tone.

What I had just seen shook ever bone in my body. Ever fibre of muscle in my body twitched .

I and Rita had seen two terribly different things, very different ; as offbeat as the appearances, and I find myself running out of adjectives to describe how to clearly give an account of this funny , yet irksome state I found myself , there is a tale I must tell, to fully understand what I had seen.


1985
(A year before my re-birth)

Humble Ben had struck again, and every newspaper, tabloid , journal , and magazine company was certain to make tons on money off this new story. Even the television stations, knew it was only wise to push all their programs aside for more viewer ratings as this was top priority . It was the talk of the town . Those who couldn't afford the television set where seen clustered at various news paper stands . Those who could had to wait till 4pm to watch the news. Sadly only one TV station was fully functional at the time. Some cheering the gang of robbers in excitement, others condemning the gang , and then followed by long heated arguments; the kind that last for hours with full grown bearded men raising their husky voices and shooting cannons of spittle. This was what the scene at almost every bus-stop , junction, intersection or commercial point in with a newspaper vendor in lagos looked like. This was what the media houses wanted; something else to occupy the masses with. Something to keep them talking .

Indeed the gang was just as notorious as the press had portrayed ,and no spice of overripe embellishment was added to this story. No one knew much about this gang, except of course one peculiar name; Humble Ben.

Like the old English outlaw, Robin Hood; being a crooked politician was a major requirement for the office of Victim ; of cause no serious thief robs the poor. They carried out most of their operation on the highway and long roads attacking convoys and entourages and quickly disappear like morning dew . They had a strict formation they usually followed after intense planing and simulations . These people were no joke, almost like they popped out of another time and the people of their time were too slow to catch up. Their strength was in stealth and camouflage. Blending into their victims lives, being a driver to the victim...

They hardly needed the bang! Bang! Approach, and when they did, they were very dangerous; as expected ,this was no burlesque game for any member of the gang.

The biggest problem the police had with taking down this gang was that every Tom, Dick and Harry claimed to have seen them. And of course they always left a souvenir with their name.

Some claimed Humble Ben was dark in complexion bursting with melanin , some claimed he was almost albino, some short, some tall, some bald, some even claimed he had thick Afro.

The truth was, there were no leads to taking down this Humble Ben, and the man was very true to his art.

Except of course, Humble Ben was no man, neither was Humble Ben a spirit or a Myth. Humble Ben was simply a beautiful young woman and I was staring right at her.

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Cont...1985

The year was still 1985, exactly 17 years ago. Precisely two weeks before I was conceived.

I was staring at Humble Ben , well; not really her, but a photograph of her. She had really bright pearly eyes , reminding me of someone I used to know .I placed those thoughts aside and continued ransacking her apartment.

She was really thorough with hiding things in her little two bedroom apartment. It was one of her numerous safe houses , but this one was of greater sentimental value to her . Its felt homely, warm and full of memories . The room I was ransacking contained boxes with various tapes cassettes , except some of the cassette containers were filled with money rolled and bonded.

"Wow, another gun" , I whispered under my breathe . I placed it along with the numerous weapons i had collected from different corners of the room invisible to a non observant eye.

"Are you done here?" I heard Rita say from behind me.

"Sure. She should be back any moment from now. Keep a watch" I paused, "And don't kill anyone , unless I instruct you to".

"Got it".

Humble Ben was indeed full of surprises, thats why I needed to ensure she was far from anything dangerous, for her own good. Rita could get ticked off and accidentally kill someone.

I poured down a glass of the most expensive wine I could find in her kitchen . You only get to live a couple of times . I smiled and washed it down my throat . I walked to the sitting room and found myself a couch to relax . If this goes as planed , Everything would finally be alright.

"She is here ... And with a kid . "

What kid I wondered as I saw the door knob turn . I turned to Rita, and she could read my expressions already like a book. She cloaked her presence and stood behind me, vanishing like smoke ,as I sat on the couch facing the door .
The door slowly opened as Onome , a.k.a. Humble-Ben walked in with a kid ,about 10years old .

They seemed to have been returning from a religious gathering . She was clad in a blue gown , a turban around her head and a religious book in her hand .

He carefully locked her door and gave the lad her book to hold while she locked the door properly.

It would seem like they didn't notice my presence, which was very possible, but giving the person I was dealing with, the kind of criminal that only exhausted in movies or a figment of someones lucid dream or fantasy, it was less probable.

Humble-Ben had bent to put the final lock on the door to place when I observed she was skilfully searching her foot-mat for something.

"Don't bother, I removed it , and the other 24 you have hidden in the apartment. I want to talk to y.."

Bang!!
Bang!!

The first shot had gone off from a gun she pulled out from her gown, and the second had gone off from mine . I had deflected the bullet with mine. Just a split second less, I would have caught a bullet straight in my left eye; had I not squeezed the sensitive spot of my gun buried inside my coat .

I could see the registered shock on her face and I knew why. That was best shot I seen any one take . Well, except mine. No man could could possibly out-gun me. I was more impressed with the shot than glad I wasn't bleeding through my eyes. Not that any amount of effort from her could be fatal to me, just that one can never get used to the sting of gun shots. I had to be cautious also, not to draw unnecessary attention.

She recovered in a couple if seconds to the the stinging sound from from the barrel of the gun the boy by her side kept shooting at me. She joined in and squeezed her trigger .

The bullets stopped mid air about a foot from where I sat and quickly fell on to the ground . The stared mortified at me like they had seen a ghost.

Interesting, so the the little boy knows how to squeeze one too. I smiled and poured another glass of wine for my self . Even if it was poisoned , my body was immune to all that. I took a look a sip and stared at their shocked faces.

I wondered what they would do if they saw Rita, the person that shielded all the bullets away . I wondered if the neighbours had heard the gun shots . I wondered if Humble-Ben would agree to help me for the reason I came. I wondered all this as I took another sip .

I wasn't here for a gun fight, I just needed her trust first, then her help. If things went well, I might even tell her I more about herself . I never imagined my daughter would turn out like this as I was torn between 'disappointment' and 'impressed'.

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"Lawrence, stop." She said to the boy, placing her arm on his gun. She shifted the turban off her head and made a long sign. She packed her hair into a pony tail with a rubber band from her wrist.

"I have heard these rumours about robbers using bullet proof charms. This is the first time I'm actually seeing it in action. I dont know what you want or what you think you know, and i dont care what charms you have on. I cant allow you live here alive." That was the first time she would talk . I never got to hear her first words. I felt a pinch of sadness hearing those words. This was not the life I had planed for her.

She spoke so confidently, and with no doubt , she meant what she said.

"I'm here to help you, Ben. Thats what they call you right?" I tried to catch my own voice back.

She threw her turban at me, ensuring my vision was blocked and made a few rounds of shots. But that was a decoy as charged at me with a knife .It happened to quickly and I was so distracted by the turban that I did not notice when she had slipped out a knife. But all her ingenuity was cut short as I saw her up in the air trying to fight for breathe .

Rita had caught her by the neck and was choking her. Her legs were dangling in the air and the little boy was mortified by the invisible thing that held Ben above the ground.

"I would say this just one more time. I'm here to help you. " i allowed Rita hold her up for a little while longer so that the message would get across.

"Thats enough Rita ". I said softly with a wave of the hand. " and you , let me have the gun." I instructed the boy. I wondered what kind of person the boy might eventually become. What would may be of the trigger happy boy.

So cold and blood thirsty .he carried a look of very harmless normal boy. I gathered he was a member of the gang also . That was exactly how Humble Ben liked her things done. Gang member never appearing harmful in anyway.

One of her gang members happened to have been an accountant working in the most reputable law firm in the city. The firm represented clients equally as reputable as themselves and he served as the gangs biggest informant . He went by the name Alice.

Alice was named by his father after his mother as she had died giving birth to him. His father had remarried a way younger replacement when Alice was barely a year old. Calling her 'way younger ' is just a subtle way of saying she was underaged , and that was how His father had described her to his friends and business associates. Alice's father was a very wealthy accountant , and his wealth grew with his sadistic and violent nature. And with a nature like that, he had an underaged wife to take it out on.

His new wife knew nothing about taking care of a child and took out her frustration on Alice. Alice lived all his life agony and lack of motherly care .The only thing that brought him joy was stealing. He had an eye for seeing through peoples vulnerabilities and taking their belongings . It was the only way he felt good about himself. Taking peoples most beloved possessions from them. Watching his victim mourn over the loss of what what had now become his. It had started when he was seven. He had stolen his step mothers necklace . She cried for days over it , and it made Alice feel so good . One day when he was sixteen years old, as his usual routine ; he had snuck home from boarding school and stolen some money from his father and returned to school the same day undetected .His father thought his step mother had stolen from him and beat her with a stick to death.

Alice had heard about the rumours surrounding his step mothers death. He hated himself for what he had done, he hated his father more , he hated the fact that his father got away with the crime, and from there his hatred for the rich waxed . Alice was a very emotionally unstable guy, but managed to put it all together in public with his good looks, pristine appearance and eloquent speaking.

For a fact, Alice had no reason to be in the gang. The gang was another way for him to get high. He came from affluence and as much as he had emotional instability , he was animus to violence, and he was the weakest in the gang. Perhaps he hated everything his father was. But Alice , like every gang member had something they brought to the gang and like every member of the gang , they were masters of their craft.

"Alice , your gang member; he has given you all up to the police. They have all the other members by now, and they would soon be here for you. They got a forged message from you to meet..." I paused and poured my self another glass of wine. "They fought well. You know the inspector general has been on ..."

"Are they dead?" Ben asked as she tried to stand. Her face had started to take to emotions. Her eyes burned in fury and confusion . She rubbed her palm hand across her face. And swiftly turned to me.

"Who , and what are you?"

"I am here to help. Call me Ink, and grab your things and lets get moving."

"Damn Alice, I would kill him . I will kill that bastard. I would drown him in his own blood." She kept muttering in low tone.

" He has giving too much information to the police. Just get your pictures and leave every other thing ."

"Why would Alice betray me." She whispered under her breathe and stood looking confused . Betrayal gets to us all. I notice she had said 'me', making reference to her self and not the gang. There had to be more to their relationship than gang membership.

"What do you want from me? Why are you helping me?"

"Do you want to live? "

"Lawrence , get the emergency bag. You know how we practiced." She instructed Lawrence without taking her eyes off me. "I would leave, but not with you until you give me something. What are you? Why are you helping me? "

I never considered her leaving but not leaving with me. Just as stubborn as her mother. " I knew Sister May... From the home..."

Lawrence was back with a small travel bag. She stared at me for almost a minute. "I need to make a call." She said before entering one of the rooms. I remembered seeing a land line telephone in her room. Rita had followed her into the room unaware to Ben as she still could not see Rita. They both walked out the room in about a minute. "There is one more member of the gang who is very much alive and well." Rita whispered to my ears at a frequency only I could hear.

" The police probably know my vehicle. I take it you came with one." Ben said , taking inventory of her guns in the bag.

I had a lot to think about. Questions i needed answers to. I kept her in the care of the monastery. How does my blood line keep finding its way back to violence ? At least she wasn't an assassin. At least armed robbery is better . Is it? What was I even saying? Who knows how many she has killed ? She is just 21, and she is the leader of the most dangerous robbery gang in the nation. If I find sister May, I would put a bullet in her head. I wish I had time to find that one. I shifted my mind to the faceless gang member. The one Ben spoke with on the phone. At least , I knew one thing for sure, before the end of the day , I would get to the bottom of it all.

We drove out of the apartment just an hour before the police had arrived . They met a flat that had been burnt to the ground.

I left Rita behind with three
assignments. The first was to set the building on fire, the second was to find the other gang member Ben had put a call through to, and the other was to get Alice and bring him to my mansion.

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