'It's time to leave guys' James motioned his
team members at exactly five pm. He got into
the first car, a Bently Jeep with a stout officer
who sat at the driver's seat, while the other
four officers , two males and two females got
into the Camsol.
The stout man started the car engine and
mumbled some words to James before they led
the way out of the station compound, the
Camsol followed behind.
The minister's plane was expected to arrive in
Nigeria by six pm, but it was just few minutes
after five pm when James commanded his team
to leave for the airport. Though the distance of
the airport to the station wasn't much, it only
took fifteen minutes to drive there, James like
every professional insisted on arriving the airport
and getting settled very early before the
minister arrives.
They had just gone a few distance away from
the station when James' phone rang, he
discovered that it was a call from one of his
team members who was in the other car
following them. He glanced back and couldn't
find the Camsol behind them anymore, several
cars had come in between them now.
'Where are you? Why are you guys driving
slowly?' James inquired.
'I think one of the tyres is bad sir' the officer
replied. 'I think something sharp pierced it on
the road'
'You guys should fix it and join us at the airport
as soon as possible, is that clear?' James
ordered.
'Yes sir' the reply came in a faint voice, the call
ended.
James and his partner continued to the airport
without them, they arrived at the airport not
more than ten minutes after.
Before they came out of the car, James called
back to find out where the rest of his men
were. He got a negative reply, no progress had
be made, instead more fault had been
discovered in the car.
Officer Segun's call came in when they got to
the arrival hall,at exactly thirty minutes past five
pm.
'Hello Sege' James hailed, addressing officer
Segun by his nick.
'Good day sir' Segun voice replied cheerfully.
'We just dropped the minister home now and
we're about to leave'
'Okay, are you sure he's not going out to
anywhere else today?' James asked.
'He's going nowhere else' Segun answered with
confidence. 'He returned home early to wait for
Honorable Mensah, he was told the plane left
Ghana already'
'Okay, we're in the airport already to wait for
him'
'Ok sir, I just thought I should tell you I'm
leaving'
'It's alright, just remember the job continues
tomorrow. You should be with him whenever
he's going out officially'
'Alright sir' The call ended.
James did not hear anything from the rest of
his team members until five minutes past six
pm, the same time when the minister arrived,
the call came in before the minister came out
of the plane.
'Where are you?' James demanded angrily.
'On our way sir, we'll get to the airport in the
next three minutes' a voice responded shakily.
'You better do or you'll be sorry for yourself'
James snapped and cut the call. He was too
angry to notice the officer's shaky voice.
'Welcome sir, I'm officer James' Officer James
welcomed Mr Mensah, displaying his ID card.
'Thank you' the minister replied, flashing his
teeth, the stout officer took the man's small
luggage from an airport attendant. 'Please take
me one to Honorable Nnamdi's house
immediately
'Oh yea sir, this way' James motioned the man
forward, and followed behind, directing the man
as they walked. The stout officer hurried to the
park to drive the car forward to cut short their
guest's trekking.
As they drove out through the exit gate, James
spotted the Camsol car at the entrance, trying
to sort out their entrance with the security
officials at the gate. The stout driver waved to
the driver of the other car and motioned them
to turn back and follow their car.
Officer Tunde, driver of the Camsol who was the
same person who communicated with officer
James through the phone, drove in through the
entrance first before making a u-turn to hollow
the exit.
In no time, the Camsol car was following closely
at the back of the jeep. James got a glimpse of
them through the side mirror, he felt like coming
down to discipline the juniors but had to
compose himself because of the Ghanaian
minister.
They drove into Chief Nnamdi's compound after
twenty minutes, the compound wasn't a large
one, the distance from the gate to the main
house wasn't far.
Chief Nnamdi was spotted sitting under a shade
in the compound waiting for their arrival, with
one of his guards standing beside him. He
smiled on sighting the Ghanaian minister's car
drive in, he stood up from his seat and began
walking slowly towards the park.
The Bently Jeep followed the direction to the
car park given by the guards, but the Camsol
car made a surprise movement.
The car drove violently straight to Chief
Nnamdi's direction, clearing the two guards who
stood before the man, the first gunshot from a
uniformed policewoman behind, hit Chief
Nnamdi's personal guard.
Bang! A noise divided the attention of the other
guards in the compound, before they could take
any step, another explosion hit the house
through the gate, creating an opening for the
assailants' escape and killing the armed security
men at the gate. Three more gunshots were
heard and the Camsol made a turn and sped out
unhampered through the destroyed gate.
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Cole tucked back the grenade launcher into the
bag and threw it at the back seat. He sighted
police officials rushing in their vans to attacked
Minister's house, two of the police cars followed
the directions of the escaped Camsol. He
selected a rap music album on his car's music
player before he started the car engine and
drove out of Alex street.
The plan had worked out perfectly well;
Tarasha, Benny and Aisha had left the office to
a restaurant beside the police station before
three o'clock. From there they monitored the
movement of Inspector James' team via live
transmission of the police activities to their
tablet device.
Cole had hacked into the police control room
server undetected, through a method Tarasha
taught him, transmitting the video records in the
station to Tarasha's device.
And the Camsol didn't just develop any fault, the
back tyre was deflated by Tarasha while Benny
and Aisha waited for the police officials to
come to request for a tyre change at the
mechanic workshop compound close to the
station. The four officers except the driver were
induced into deep sleep and locked inside the
mechanic's shop alongside with the mechanic
and his several apprentices. The driver of the
car was hypnotized temporarily with a pin
pierced into his arm.
Tarasha, Benny and Aisha after repairing the
car, disguised and changed into the uniforms of
the officers. The officer driving the car was
returned to his normal state after the
hypnotized pin was removed and forced to
continue driving to the airport. He was also
forced to keep reporting false information to
Inspector James.
Cole did the job of monitoring Inspector James'
movement on the road and reported live to
Tarasha, then he returned to Alex street and
waited at a reasonable distance to Minister's
house from where he launched the grenade to
the gate.
'Hey, over here' Cole shouted, motioning his
three colleagues who stood at the front of the
restaurant beside the police station, after
returning from their successful job.
Tarasha, Benny and Aisha hopped into the car,
Benny sitting in the front with Cole.
'Good job Boss' Cole praised, laughing widely as
he pointed to a beard hanging loosely on
Benny's jaw.
'D--n!' Benny removed the piece of hair and
flung it away.
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Everything had happened too fast, it seemed
like a dream to James as the police medical
team tidied up a total of nine dead bodies in the
compound.
It all happened in less than one minute, the
Jeep that conveyed him and the Ghanaian
minister was not even parked yet when he heard
the explosion and gunshot sounds. They
narrowly escaped the impact of the grenade,
the affected area was just a few metres to the
Jeep.
The Camsol car already sped out of the
compound before he could rush down from the
Jeep. The first thing he did was to ensure the
safety of Mr Mensah by taking him far into the
house.
Chief Nnamdi Okafor could by no chance
survive the gunshots, his personal bodyguard
was first taken down. Then two bullets was sent
into the minister's forehead and other one into
his chest, he died instantly.
'Officer James' An elderly policeman called
harshly. 'You were here when it all happened?'
'Yes sir' James replied in low tones, feeling
greatly agitated.
'You were not just here, the assailants came
with you' the man added as he moved closer.
'You brought them in, they were members of
your team'
'No… Sir' James stuttered.
'Nooooo?' The officer stressed, looking
suspiciously at James. 'You brought the
murderers here, you must have known about the
plan all along'
Officer James was speechless, he battled within
himself to stop tears from dropping off as he
watched the Ghanaian minister been taken into
another car which was driven out of compound
immediately.
'Are you not the one I'm talking to?' The elderly
officer snapped angrily.
'Sir, we've got the signal back and the cameras
are working perfectly well now' a junior office
distracted the elder, trotting towards them with
a tablet device in his hand.
'When did you say the signal went off again?'
the elder turned back to face the junior.
'It went off by five pm and it returned few
minutes ago' he replied, the sound of his
breathing was heard as he spoke.
'That means it was switched off during the time
of the operation?'
'Yes sir, the cameras didn't cover nor transmit
anything all through. That's why it took us time
to report the incident to the headquarters' he
explained.
'That means someone close to us must have
been involved' the man said sternly, turning
back to James, he landed a slap on his face.
'I didn't… ' James wasn't allowed to complete
his response, he was handcuffed and carried
away in the police van.