11. Snakes in the Cookie Jar
Michael (@m4mikael) watched the rain fall viciously outside the tall glass building of the Headquarters of the Nigerian police, he was waiting for his superior Victoria (@veectoryah), a young beautiful officer of the National Intelligence Agency (NIA) , well versed in various languages, she had spied on numerous nations, organizations and the like, a spy queen in her own right, but she had had a falling out with her superiors back at the NIA. As penance, she was to act as liaison with the Nigerian police for a while. Not one to be daunted, Victoria had picked up the challenge and was having fun, ruining the aspirations of each department one by one, now she had the department run by Alfred in her sights, she couldn’t wait to see what Michael had to say.
Her intercom buzzed, she stabbed the white button, and her secretary’s nightingale voice came on air “Michael is in the lobby ma’am”
“Let him in”, Victoria barked.
“Immediately ma’am”, replied the secretary.
Her buxom secretary walked up behind Michael and tapped his shoulder, “officer, madam will see you now”,
Michael turned around a gleam of desire visible in his light brown eyes, the secretary’s well rounded shape and bulging boobs catching him in all the right places, “of course she will” he remarked, then he pulled the secretary closer and whispered in her ear,” but if you want us to temporarily keep her waiting…”. He let the thought linger in the air.
With a brilliant smile and dash of bold white teeth, he strutted off, leaving her flushed, flummoxed and albeit a tad…..wet.
He walked into the plush red carpeted office belonging to Victoria, who sat perched on her chair, a stern look on her face, “keep your charms away from my secretary, Michael”
Michael put on an innocent look, “what… Me? … She came on to me, I’m blameless”
Victoria smiled thinly, “ah yes, you are blameless and Elvis Presley is the inventor of the French fry”
Michael grimaced; he had forgotten there were cameras, well….
Victoria leaned forward, “I pray you have reasonable news”
Michael started,” Saezuro is getting close to the truth, and Alfred’s section is therefore by default very close to cracking the whole operation open-“
Victoria became thoughtful, “how? There were lots of false leads and clues..How did they break through?”
Michael frowned, “it’s that Tolu of a human being”
Victoria muttered, “he’s just a Frog jare, what can he really do now? In a couple of days the plan will go ahead, we will arrive at the right moment, save everyone and leave the police force with egg on their face”
She cracked her knuckles together, “let them keep discovering, they won’t get to save the day, we will do that”
Michael was surprised, “you don’t want me to stop them?!”
Victoria shook her head, “no, we have a better plan”
Victoria leaned back rotated her seat in little semicircles as Michael stood up and stared at the rain pelting the window behind her.
“No Victoria, I have a better plan!” thought Michael as anger swirled from his toes to his head in ever increasing waves.
Saezuro spoke,” When queen Doreena of Atlantis decreed destruction on the old and mystical city, as the city quaked and trembled to various pieces and sank into the ocean, a trusted servant of hers delivered the seven sundials to the seven watchers..—-“
Tolu interjected,” thought it happened in America? In 1777? Remember?”
Saezuro shook his head, “they are connected events, when the seven watchers took the sundials they sailed to mainland Greece and deposited them in a cave in Delphi, where they were forever lost to mankind. The Americans simply awakened an old tradition, so they have to be seven watchers, my spy was only able to count six in Calabar, and that’s including Lady Lola herself.
A feeling of dread came over Tolu, “is this trouble” the thought flew through his head like lightning…
Saezuro continued,” when the whole world goes up in flames, there needs to be seven watchers to bring it back to its axis, that’s what the ancient scrolls say, so it’s confusing. Something is off, but not to worry, I decided to follow a lead, the sword of Okomfo. We have strong clues as to who was contracted to steal it and if we apprehend the individual within the next two days, we can get what we need perhaps.
Fisayo pulled her head back from the rifle mic, she had heard enough, she rolled over to the sniper rifle, pulled up the scope and laid her crosshairs directly on Saezuro. She took a deep breath, then in the space in between that breath and the next, she squeezed the trigger.
Rotimi heard the splatter of gutter water as a drunken man fell inside one nearby, he rolled his eyes upward and caught the gleam of light, was that…was that a scope…sniper…a bee-like sound buzzed past him,…Sheeeeeet! A bullet! A sniper! We are all finished!, those thoughts raced through his head,
“WHAT THE FUCK? TOLUUU” he screamed.
A bar attendant walked past Tolu and Saezuro, a drunk man tried to tap her buttocks, she avoided him and remonstrated angrily with the man, at that moment the man stood unsteadily to confront her, she stepped back…THWACK! She flew forward spilling the drinks on her tray like alcoholic rain all over Tolu and Saezuro. just then tolu heard his name , “WHAT THE FUCK ? TOLUUUU!!!”
He dove for the ground as more bullets struck the table splintering it and flipping it into the air, Saezuro dropped rolled far to the right , withdrew his katana and raced into the night,.
Rotimi noticed the blue kimono-ed Saezuro stream past him, he jumped up and raced after him, he called out “…the bullet came from that house, behind the container!”
Saezuro barely heard Rotimi. He was focused on the container, he leapt hands outstretched, gripped the bar hold and in one fluid motion was atop the container and racing for the rooftop of the building.
Rotimi arrived at the bottom of the container, the speed at which Saezuro had scaled it left him stunned, he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his Glock pistol, took a deep breath, jumped and started scaling the container.
Fisayo took her eyes off the binoculars, two men were racing towards her, Saezuro included, and she shook her head
“Silly elves”, she muttered.
“Now how do I do this?” she mused. She had smoke bombs and a ballistic combat knife, she really didn’t want to use the rifle at close range. Saezuro was getting close, just then her eyes spied a lone brick lying untouched in the corner of the roof, she rapidly picked it up and waited….
25 metres….20 metres..12 metres… Saezuro was practically flying towards the roof, Fisayo threw the brick to her left, it collided with a pan and sent its contents flying, Saezuro’s attention momentarily flittered to that direction.
Fisayo leapt forward, her orders where to take him alive, she landed a few feet away from Saezuro.
Saezuro switched his running lane to give himself space but Fisayo didn’t allow that. She pressed the advantage and swung a punch in his direction, he ducked…big mistake.
She went into a windmill kick and landed her right leg into his temple, he collapsed to the ground in pain, stunned for a few seconds he tried to react, and she kicked him full in the stomach winding him.
Rotimi had arrived the rooftop now and saw a hooded figure beating the crap out of Saezuro, he pointed his Glock in the figure’s direction, hands up, elbow lateral, deep breath, he let off a round.
Fisayo heard the gunshot and instinctively ducked, reached for her smoke bomb and threw it in Rotimi’s direction; she then reached down to carry Saezuro.
Saezuro spun his legs sweeping her off her feet, he adjusted and reached for his fallen katana but didn’t make it as Fisayo had recovered and swung a punch sending his face to the right sharply, he dropped down like stone.
The acrid smoke began to caress Saezuro’s nostrils, he closed his eyes slowly, and he heard Rotimi’s voice scream out, “HANDS UP!”
Saezuro rolled over gingerly and tried to sit up, the moon swayed into his consciousness, his head was pounding, he saw the hooded figure standing loose and ready, a bright metallic flash and a blade flew through the air……
“What?” Saezuro breathed out in shock, he had seen no upward movement of the figure’s hands.
Rotimi saw the first glimmer off moonlight off the blade and then stood rooted to the ground as miraculously the blade detached itself and flew into his arm. “What just happened?” he thought as the pain crept through his injured arm and numbed it.
Saezuro screamed and charged the hooded figure.
Fisayo smiled behind her hood, the ballistic knife had done its job, one down , one more to go,
“Silly elves”, she muttered as she saw the charge from Saezuro, she twisted her waist and suddenly executed a football like scissor kick catching him full in the chest, he stopped abruptly and collapsed to the roof decking and lay still out cold.
Tolu had arrived the rooftop; he called Alfred…and then raced towards the three figures on in front of him.
A long night, just got longer.
………….to be continued………….