The
President was at lost as to where to begin from. If Mustapha gets arrested, he
will be doomed. He, President Hameed, must not allow that. He was a good man, a
President and why should Mustapha’s failure bring him down? No way! It was the
Director’s soup, and he alone was going to lick it. One name popped up in his
mind- Selena Rodriquez
Sanchez
A
left-handed mercenary, Sanchez
was the best sniper President Hameed heard ever known and he was confident she
was going to bail him out. Though knowing she had just returned from a
treatment, he dialed
her number praying she answers.
“To
what do I owe this, Mr. President?” she asked laughing
“I
need you at the villa right now!” he said flatly
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Director
Mustapha had been keeping Dennis within his watch all along. At some point, he
was about to let him alone when he noticed the old man going towards the
satellite communications control room. He knew without any asking that Dennis
was going to find out why Felix had not reported any progress with Ben yet.
Damn you Dennis!
The DCC cursed
He
stood behind the door knowing that within the next few minutes he would have to
make a decision to keep his secret safe. He was sure if Dennis get in there and
out safely, he would be ruined.
Dennis
had promised himself since leaving the DCC’s office that he was going to find
out what went wrong with such a top secret mission. He suspected something was
going on behind the scenes and the DCC was trying to sell him a dummy.
He
dialed
a number
“Alpha
team 642 Calabar, rescue, Standby!”
He
had barely replaced the phone when another call flashed in
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President
Hameed couldn’t seat, he just couldn’t. He kept pacing up and down the oval
shaped office. The only reason he had given in to Mustapha’s plan was because
it sounded genius and partly because of his lust for power. Now his reputation
was hanging by the thread and at that point, saving his reputation was the only
thing that ever mattered.
“Mr.
President” a voice behind him interrupted his thoughts
“Yes?”
“You
alright, Mr. President?”
He
turned and saw it was his chief of staff, Dr. Samuel Achanga, one of the most
loyal officials
to his administration.
“Yes,
Samuel, I’m alright”
“I
don’t think so, Mr. President”
“Excuse
me?”
“I’m
your chief of staff, Mr. President. If there’s anything going on, I think you
should let me know”
“I
assure you, its nothing I can’t handle by myself”
“You’ve
been in the office since 7:00am, its past 3:00 another day now, Mr. President!”
“Samuel!”
“Yes,
Mr. President”
“If
you will excuse me, I have some thinking to do” he said waving him aside
But
leave he would not and instead, Dr. Achanga sat directly facing the President. When
President Hameed became certain that his chief of staff was not intending to
leave, he knew he had to confide in him. After all, he was more loyal to him
than Vice-President James Chike.
“Samuel”
“Yes,
Mr. President”
“What
you’re seeking to know is the biggest secret of my life. I need assurance you
will be able to keep it at that”
“With
my life, Mr. President”
The
President was silent for some moments
“I’m
in a big mess, Samuel”
“Mess,
Mr. President, what kind of a mess?”
“The
type that can end this administration”
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(to be continued)..............................
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