WAR: LOVE AND LIFE - Episode 3

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The Street of Kuma, 2:40 am
 “What are you doing?! You made me trust you with a secret. Why do you want to kill me?” Zuri asked. “No, you are the one who made me trust you. Who do you work for? Who sent you after me with that piece of information you just gave me? Tell me or I put a hole in your head!” Khamisi threatened. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I thought you were real. How did you find me? You work for Masamba, don’t you?” Zuri asked. Khamisi smacked her across the face with his gun and drew blood. Zuri fell back clutching her face. “A common prostitute like you should not be in possession of some piece of information like that. Some of my colleagues have been hunted down and killed. They used girls like you to get to them. You were sent to deceive me with that information, were you not?” “Khamisi, I have told you the truth. Yes, I am a prostitute, but I am from Kilwasi. A few hours ago I was with General Masamba in a hotel room. I heard him talking with a man by the name Julien Florian. I think he is Belgian. There is a plan to assassinate the president and invade Kilwasi. If you truly are an agent, you should check out my information first,” Zuri affirmed boldly.

“You are too young to know these things, that is why I don’t trust you. How on earth did you get access to General Masamba?” “I am beginning to think you are not an agent at all. If you really are one, then you are not working for Kilwasi. Who are you working for, Khamisi?” “Shut up! I am the one to ask questions here.” “How is it an agent like you does not know that General Masamba likes teenagers. He prefers them to adults. You cannot tell who a prostitute will meet in the street. I am telling you the truth.” “Weeks ago, they tapped up one of my colleagues with a lady. She had claimed to have vital information just like you. When my colleague bought the lady’s story and followed it up, he went missing. Later we found his body floating on a canal. Now you know why I am being careful with ladies who claim to have some information about Kilwasi just like you do.” “I am not like this lady whom you mentioned. My story is true. I know what I heard in that hotel room. You made me throw away my clothe;, right now, I am feeling very cold.” Khamisi regarded her for a while and then asked her to pick up her gun and purse. “I think we have lost them. The bug which made them find us easily was certainly in your clothes. Follow me,” Khamisi said and leapt out of the gutter. Zuri jumped out naked and followed him as both of them ran on the street.

Kilwasi, Lake City Hotel, 2:47 am
Solomon and Shirley dragged their luggage out of the hotel. A young man in his early thirties came over and helped them with carrying their luggage to the waiting taxi. They wasted no time to leave the hotel. “You have not called me out by this time before, is everything okay, Mr. Solomon?” the taxi driver asked. He had his gaze on the couple through the rear mirror. “Everything is perfect. We are no longer pleased with staying in the hotel,” Solomon explained. The driver was not satisfied with his answer. He could see Shirley was looking rattled. Willing not to upset Solomon, he let the matter be. “Where am I taking you to, home?” the driver asked. “No, we are going to the cathedral,” replied Solomon. “Is that where we should go now?” Shirley asked. “I am following my hunch on this one baby.” “I trust your judgment,” Shirley said, wrapping her arms around him. About twenty minutes after they drove away from the hotel, Solomon noticed a car was following them. “Could it be my mind is playing a trick on me? I think we are being followed,” Solomon observed. The driver focused his gaze on the side mirror and watched the SUV some distance behind them for a while. “You may be right Mr. Solomon. I have seen that SUV behind me more than once tonight. This can’t be coincidence,” said the driver.

“What are we going to do now?” Shirley asked Solomon. She was certain her dream had begun to play out. “Nothing. We will do nothing for now. Driver, pull up, let us see if the SUV will stop,” Solomon suggested. The driver slowly pulled up by the road and they all focused on the black SUV behind them. The SUV drove past them shortly after. They could not get a good look at those inside the vehicle, but they were all men in black clothes. “Turn, move into this street and park,” Solomon instructed. “Why would I do that? If they are after us that is the first place they will look for us,” said the driver. “I am counting on that. If they turn back and come looking for us this street, then we are being followed indeed,” Solomon said confidently. “Why would anyone follow us by this time of the night? Why would anyone even follow us at all?” Shirley asked looking very worried.

The taxi driver turned his car and drove into the street Solomon instructed him to drive into. He covered a few blocks, found a spot which would cover them very well and parked. He turned off the lights and they waited. Some minutes later the SUV slowly drove past them as though those inside were searching for something. “Now I am sure we are being followed. About what time did you spot this vehicle driver?” Solomon asked. “About 8:00 pm.” “By then I didn’t even know I would be leaving the hotel. We were supposed to stay in that hotel for five more days before leaving for Buffalo. Whoever they are, they know you are my taxi driver. They must have been following you for days, hopping at some point I would call you to pick me from where I have been.” “I think I saw that vehicle during our church wedding,” Shirley said. “Something is up and I don’t know what it is. Take us to the church, driver,” said Solomon.

Just then, Solomon’s phone buzzed. It was a text message from Rev. Kato. It read, “Solomon, you have to cut short your honeymoon. Something big will go down soon in Kilwasi and we need you to stop it.” “Your dream was very much right baby, look,” Solomon said, showing Shirley the text message.  Solomon leaned closer to Shirley and whispered, “Something big means war. I don’t trust this driver; he has been compromised.” Shirley nodded. Solomon typed a text message quickly and sent it to Rev. Kato telling him his location. “There is a hotel ahead of us, please take us there, driver,” Solomon requested. “Aren’t we going to the church anymore?” “No driver, it is no longer safe,” replied Solomon. The drive to the hotel did not take long. As soon as they got to the hotel, Solomon paid off the driver and asked him not to bother coming back to pick them in the morning.

Solomon was expecting Rev. Kato to send some boys to pick him up, but he also had something else on his mind. He and Shirley did not move into any room, they had no plan to. The stop at the hotel was only a decoy. When the taxi driver left the hotel, Solomon left Shirley to look after their luggage and followed the taxi driver on foot. The driver didn’t go far before he made a stop. From where Solomon crouched, he saw the very black SUV which had been following them stop beside his taxi driver’s car. The taxi driver stepped out of his car and walked over to the SUV. He was talking to whoever was inside the SUV. Solomon wanted to hear what they were saying, so hiding behind the cover of flowers on the street, he moved closer. He was stopped in his stride when a gunshot rang out and the driver slumped to the ground.

He had been shot on the head. Solomon retraced his steps and ran back to the hotel. When he got there, the two receptionist he had met a few minutes earlier were lying dead on the floor with bullet holes in their heads and Shirley was gone. Their luggage was exactly where they had left it. Solomon raised an alarm and got the attention of the hotel security agents, but none of them had heard gunshots or seen any strange persons. The hotel security agents were sure no one else had come into the hotel since they saw Solomon leave. The only way the receptionists could have been shot was if Shirley shot them herself. “That is preposterous! Shirley can’t even use a gun! It is not her! There is no motive here! She has no reason to kill those receptionists!!” Solomon yelled.

A car horn was heard outside. The hotel security agents went to check it. Thankfully it was the men Rev. Kato had sent. “Did you see Shirley on your way here? She is gone!! They have taken my wife!!” Solomon cried. The men had not seen Shirley, not even her shadow. His heart was torn. He could not even hold the thought of Shirley being the shooter and much worse, the reason she might have shot those receptionists if she was the shooter; or even what the person who took her might do to her.


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Uzoma Ujor

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - piece of information, assassinate the president, information, luggage, taxi, driver, taxi driver, the hotel, drove into the street, SUV, black, the church, Solomon, the receptionists, security agents.
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