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“I am in front of the building now,” Jariye said, speaking into the phone. “You have to wait for me. I will be there in a few minutes,” replied his friend, Madubene. The night was pitch dark and it was raining ferociously. Jariye listened to the raindrops as they jangled on the roof of his rented car. He had parked a decent distance away from their house of target. He peered at his watch, using lightning that shot across the face of the sky every few seconds as a source of light. He did not want to take any chances. Madubene had told him that the building was heavily fortified. He and Madubene worked together in the army and when they both left the army, he went to university to study law while Madubene set up a security company.
As he always did when he was working a difficult case, he had called Madubene to discuss his current case and Madubene was happy to help. In fact, Madubene had a file on Killer Elekoribi. “He is a very dangerous man. It is hard to know who he actually works for. All the politicians seem to have him on their payroll. He is a man without emotion. I hear he kills at will,” Madubene explained to Jariye. Killer’s description fitted the sort of man who may have planted the bomb that killed his sister. He was willing to risk everything to dig into Killer’s possible role in the killings.
Soon, he saw a car driving down the street. He lay back to avoid being seen. Then, his phone rang. He felt the vibration in his pocket. It may be Madubene, he thought. He answered and it was him. “Is that you in the approaching car?” He asked. “Yes.” “Park right there. I will walk up to you.” Jariye took the gun he had taken from his assailant the other night and placed it in his backpack. He had another gun from Madubene, which he placed carefully in his jacket pocket. He walked casually up to Madubene. “Are you ready?” He asked. “Yes. I have two of my men already down the street. In case we need back up, they will come to our help. We will try to break in through the back,” Madubene explained. “Let’s do it.” They walked along the back of the building following the wall. It was a high wall. Soon, Madubene spotted a section with crevices. “Let me climb first,” he suggested. Jariye kept watch while Madubene climbed to the top of the wall. He peeped into the compound for a few minutes. “I am going in. Come right behind me,” he instructed Jariye. Soon, they were both inside the vast compound.
They tiptoed towards the main building. Out of the blues, they saw a flash light. Quickly, they ducked behind tall grass. The light bearer passed by walking eastwards. “There are guards everywhere,” Madubene whispered. Jariye nodded. Their hearts were beating fast. They crept to the main building and looked through a window on the ground floor. There was a guard at the main entrance with a gun in hand. Behind the house, there was another guard. They crept back behind the trees to discuss their plan. “I think we can take the man at the back out with a tranquilizer. I will hit him from there,” Madubene explained pointing, “and we can quickly stow him in the bushes. Then, we can enter the building through the big window at the back.” Jariye nodded. They crept back to the house and Madubene aimed his tranquilizer dart at the guard. “Once I shoot him, you run carefully towards him. We need to pin him down immediately and wait for the drug to kick in.” “Okay,” Jariye agreed. He aimed at the guard and just when he was about to shoot, the guard started walking towards them. They could hear the beating of their own hearts. Jariye took out the gun in his jacket ready to shoot his way out of the compound if they were spotted. His bag was full of bullets.
As the guard drew closer, their hearts beat even faster. If they ran, he would hear them, and if they stayed in position, one flash of his giant torch would reveal their presence. Instinctively, Madubene took a shot. He hit the man in the shoulder at close range. He fell to the ground, mostly out of fear. His gun dropped to the ground. Jariye dashed towards him and grabbed him by the shoulder while Madubene took hold of his legs. The pounding rain masked every other sound. The guard wanted to shout, but Jariye covered his mouth. They pinned him to the ground as he fought and kicked. Soon, the drug kicked in and he began to feel drowsy. Suddenly, he went into slumber. They picked him up and carried him into the bushes. They hid his gun away where no one could easily reach it. Madubene took out a metal crow with which they hacked gently and carefully at the window. It opened after a few minutes with a creaking noise. The jangling rain drowned out the squeaky noise. Convinced that no one else heard it, they carefully jumped into the building. As soon as they were in they realized how massive the house was. They were not sure where to go. They listened for any kind of sound but there was none. Madubene opened the door slightly and peeped into the hallway. There was no one there. He wondered where they could go from their position.
Then they heard voices. “Honey, do with me as you please,” a female voice said. “Madubene closed the door gently, as quickly as he could. His heart was pounding. Footsteps walked past the door. He opened the door a little and peeped again. “I will do just that, you know,” a male voice replied. He was holding a drink in hand. He had an ugly scar at the back of his neck. Madubene recognized him. It was Killer. He had his hand around the waist of a scantily dressed girl who seemed drunk. Killer dragged her with him as they climbed the stairs. A moment later, their voices vanished. Madubene signaled to Jariye to follow him. Jariye looked south while Madubene looked north. They each had a gun in hand as they sneaked towards the stairs. When they reached the stairs, Madubene peeped. There was a guard outside a door on the first floor. It has to be the room where Killer was relaxing with the girl, Madubene thought. They crept underneath the stairs to keep from being spotted by passing guards or staff. Madubene made a noise by beating loudly against a door. Soon, they could hear the heavy footsteps of the guard as he came around to investigate. He saw nothing, but as he turned to return to his post, Madubene made the same sound forcing him to climb down the stairs. As soon as he descended the stairs, Jariye emerged from his hiding post and grabbed his throat while placing his gun to his head. Despite their palpable fear, they operated with military precision.
Madubene took the guard’s gun away and they tied him up and gagged his mouth. Madubene did not want to take any chances. He gave him a shot that sent him to sleep. They laid him out on the floor under the stair case. They climbed to the first floor and listened. Madubene had his ear to the door, while Jariye hid from sight. Madubene signaled that Killer was in there with the girl. He tried the handle on the door next to Killer’s room and it opened. They crept into the dark room and listened from there. After about fifteen minutes, they heard the ringing of a phone. “Girl, my business with you for the night is over. Run downstairs to your room. I have some business to discuss,” Killer yelled at the girl. She quickly dressed up and ran downstairs, dangling leftwards and rightwards under the influence of alcohol. Jariye and Madubene listened. “Yes, this is Killer,” they heard him say. “That is not my business. I did what you paid me for. In this case, you don’t have to worry. I will deliver as usual.” “ No, I am not aware of that. If you want the consignment delivered this week, we can have it done, but it will cost you 2 million Shillings.” There was silence for a while as Killer listened. I heard about the girl, but it was not me or my men that did the job.” “I cannot tell you how I found out that she is dead, but believe me, she is gone. I have my sources.”
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