CHAPTER
EIGHT
“Hello?”
Director Dennis called out
“Director,
it’s me- Ben!”
“Ben,
damn it!”
“Please
listen”
“Just
stay where you are, I will locate you and send down a chopper right away!”
“Just
listen, Director”
“Speak
on!”
He
told him everything. How Director Mustapha compromised the mission because he
intends to use the programme for himself and control everybody and every agency.
“Where’s
the programme then?”
“I’ve
got it”
“Destroy
the damn thing then!” he ordered “and come back to me alive!”
Just
then the DCC appeared from where he had been lurking and kicked him violently
causing the phone to fall down.
“Director,
Director!” Ben called out but no answer
Instantly,
he and Hadiza knew Director Dennis was in trouble. And after futile attempts to
contact anybody from inside the Central command, they decided on finding their
way to Abuja by whatever means necessary.
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Selena
Sanchez
got into her SUV, dressed in a very simple skirt and blouse looking as casual
as she could ever be. She already knew what the President was calling her for.
She
could recall how she met President Nasir three years ago just after the coup
through the then National Security Adviser, Festus Oghenovo. The NSA secretly
recruited her to keep watch of the President and for the first few months, her
services remained a secret even to the President himself. Months later,
satisfied with her outputs, the NSA had blown off the cover and introduced her
in person to the President.
When
she arrived at the gate, security let her in seeing she was the one. No one
dared delay her knowing how close she was to the President.
“I’m
here for President Hameed, please” she told the duty control officer at the
reception
“Alright”
she replied dialing
the phone” Mr. President, Miss Sanchez
is here for you”
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Director
Mustapha dragged an already bleeding Dennis into the control room
“What
are you doing?” Dennis demanded
Looking
him in the eye, Mustapha told him everything. As bad as things had turned out,
he never intended for anyone to die.
“You
are a monster!” Dennis blasted
“I
agree with you, Dennis, totally agree. But I have no choice, my plans
backfired”
True,
he had not intended for any of the casualties to die. His plan was a smooth
interception mission but along the line, things had gone out of control and he
felt those who died where just about collateral damages. True also was that he
planned to turn the SS into an invincible agency with him controlling
everything. It would become an agency capable of wiping terrorism, forestalling
military coups, armed robbery and kidnapping. In fact he had been working on
that before Dike’s programme was discovered. He had seen it as an answer to his
prayer and a short cut to his dreams.
“You
can’t justify your actions”
“Yes
I can’t, Dennis, that’s the tragedy. None of you will understand, I’m sure”
“You
will pay for it!”
“Yes
I know that”
“You’re
a liar, a cheap bastard. You’ve been a living lie, and too bad I never saw it”
“You
never did”
“Someone
else will and shall expose you for the monster you really are”
“It’s
not going to be you”
“Come
day of retribution, you’ll get everything that’s for you” Dennis declared
Motivated
by rage, Mustapha kicked Dennis some more till he became weak. He then sealed
his mouth and bundled him into the rest room as he had done Felix.
“I
will not shoot you, Dennis, don’t get any wrong idea. I will let you die in
peace”
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“What
are you going to do now, Mr. President?”
“Samuel,
I’m not a monster”
“I
know that”
“I
just don’t have a choice. If I go down with that fool, this administration goes
down as well and that includes you”
“I
understand”
“If
it’s just me going down without any of you suffering from it, that’s just
alright. I can live with that, for me. But what I won’t and cant live with is
making you suffer because of my selfish action”
“You
‘vent said what you intend to do”
Just
then Selena Sanchez
entered the office. On seeing her, Dr. Achanga didn’t need the President to
answer the question. It was no longer necessary; the answer was there in
person.
“I’m
sorry, Samuel. And if you don’t want to agree with me on this, I understand
perfectly well”
Dr.
Achanga was momentarily at lost. Here he was privy to the President’s deepest
secrets and it was about to end in something very unfortunate. He wasn’t a
murderer yet he was afraid to say so, not with Sanchez haven seen him already.
Quickly, he made up his mind.
“The
truth should go to the grave. I’m with you, Mr. President” he submitted in a slow calm voice
President
Hameed, overwhelmed by guilt, shame and pain couldn’t talk to his Colombian machinery for a long time. He ended up writing the names
to her- Mustapha and Hadiza. There was no other way out of the mess.
(it continues).....
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