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The Hunt for Lavonne
While Lavonne and Hunter worked on their plans to finish off the last of the people who conspired to set her up and killed her family members, Evelyn and the group she led were also working hard to find the person killing them. To turn the table against the mysterious killer, Evelyn and Gabriel, the detective working for them, decided to offer fifty million Naira reward to anyone who could provide some information about the killer. Gabriel took the information to some hit men he knew and they spread it to most contract killers and assassins.

As the news of the reward spread, it created a buzz and got assassins, and even policemen working hard to find who was behind the deaths of the Imudiase and Ikpeba families. A week after the reward was announced, Kola, a police detective arranged to meet Evelyn and Gabriel.

In the meeting he demanded to be paid five million in cash to give them a contact which he claimed would lead them to the killer. Evelyn, Chukwudi, Flora and Matthew conferred and had someone run a background check on Kola. After they were convinced he was no fluke, they agreed to give him the million Naira. Kola wrote a name and a number on a piece of paper and handed it to Gabriel at the rendezvous point where his information and the money were to be exchanged. The name on the paper was Hunter.

TBS square, Lagos
Lavonne and Hunter, posing as one of the drugs dealers found on Linda’s phone, set up a meeting with Evelyn and Matthew at TBS square. Evelyn had chosen the venue herself.

About 5:00 pm Lavonne drove to the square in a rented car. Two hours earlier, Hunter was supposed to have arrived at TBS and taken a vantage shooting position. Before Lavonne got out of her car, she called Hunter to confirm his position, when she got an affirmative answer from him, she stepped out of her rented ash Nissan Maxima, leaving the door open. Her eyes darted about in search of her prospective business partners. With no sign of them, she reached for her phone to call them to confirm their position.

Immediately she bent down to pick her phone, a bullet from a sniper’s gun strained on her, missed its target and grazed the side of her neck. The impact sent her back into her car. Realizing something had gone wrong she lay flat in her car fearing to raise her head because of the sniper. In that position, she tried to dial Hunter to know who was shooting at her; a female voice came through the line instead of Hunter and said, “Sorry Maria, you have been betrayed. Hunter has abandoned you, goodbye to hell.” “Evelyn! I know it is you Evelyn!” responded Lavonne as the phone went dead. She tried to raise her head and drive off, torrents of bullets from the sniper’s firearm whizzed through her car, shattering glasses and ripping through the body of the car.

While she was pinned in that position, another shooter bearing an AK 47 machine gun, bore down toward her car. She had no knowledge a second shooter was coming her way, she was praying and hoping for a miracle. When the second shooter got close he opened fire on the car, raining bullets on it, people could hear Lavonne shouting inside the car. She scurried toward the back for cover, by now the second shooter was towering over her car window, he pointed his gun at her to shoot and suddenly a bullet from the right wing of the square sunk into his head and shattered it like watermelon. His AK 47 fell into Lavonne’s car and she picked it.

A man in a black mask dashed out of the right wing of the square and fired some shots at the upper seating terraces on the east side of the square and sent the sniper into cover. He seemed to know the exact spot where the sniper was. He ran towards Lavonne’s car and yelled, “Maria! Maria! Come out of the car! I have the shooter pinned down! Come out now and make a run for cover!” Lavonne couldn’t place the voice, but whoever the person was knew her well enough to call her by her real name.

 Lavonne yanked the back door open and made a dive to the ground. The masked shooter seeing she was out of the car, fired more shots at the position of the sniper, making it hard for him to return fire., “There is a motorcycle to my left, go for it,” The masked shooter shouted at Lavonne. Lavonne sprang to her feet and ran toward the motorcycle, the AK 47 still in her hand. The masked shooter backed off and ran to meet Lavonne on the motorcycle, he slung his gun across his shoulder, jumped on the bike and rode off with a bleeding Lavonne.

At the upper terraces of the east wing of the square, the sniper lay on the floor bleeding profusely, he didn’t see the mask shooter coming, and Hunter had not mentioned there was going to be a backup for Lavonne. Bullets from the masked shooter’s long range rifle had torn one side of his rib wide open leaving him helpless.

Freetown, Sierra Leone
Meanwhile in Freetown, Sierra Leone, the assassins Evelyn sent to kill Agatha had found her location and had paid the house a visit to kill her. The owner of the house, Mr. Klon was busy watching television in his living room when his phone rang; after speaking to the caller in hushed tone, he stood up and quietly let himself out of the house, leaving his television on. Agatha saw him through the crevice of the door sneaking out of the house.

Moments later two Zimbabweans walked into the house and spoke to each other in Swahili. Agatha had picked up Swahili during the days she peddled drugs for her mistress. She understood clearly what the two men had said to each other. One had told the other, “Shoot the moment you see her.”

 The two men with their guns in hand began to make a search of the house. Agatha was in no mood to run; she was seething with rage for having been betrayed by the man her sister trusted to keep her safe in Sierra Leone. She had taken bullets on two occasions and survived; she braced herself up for a fight and tiptoed to the window of her room and leapt out into the back yard.

She made her way into the kitchen and picked an axe hung on the wall. She peeked into the living room and found no one. Having seen the two men head to different parts of the house, she knew where they were. So she locked the door leading to her own room and headed towards Mr. Klon’s bedroom. She heard footsteps coming her way. She darted behind a door and held the axe firmly. One of the men sneaked past her and made to enter the living room, Agatha took two steps away from where she hid and swung the axe toward the man’s neck and harked off his head with a heavy blow.

There was no noise to it, the man’s head went in one direction and landed on the floor with a thud. His body sunk to the floor thrashing violently as blood fountained from the stump of his neck. Agatha stood on the man’s body to keep it from making a noise. When the man’s body spasm had weakened, she moved away and hid behind the door she had locked. She could hear the other man inside her room struggling to open the door.

He called out to his partner in a low voice, “Adashe! Adashe!” With no response from his colleague, the man fired two gunshots at the door lock and forced it open. The gunshots rattled Agatha but she refused to run, she stood still and waited for the man to dash out of her room.  He surged out of the room, his eyes darting about and pointing his gun in every direction. There was not enough room for Agatha to aim at the man’s neck, so she rather raised the axe from behind the man and buried it into his skull.

The killer tried to turn around, but Agatha gave him no chance, she lunged forward and knocked the man to the floor using the full weight of her body. When the man hit the floor, he did not stir a limb, the effect of the attack to his skull had kicked in; he just lay on the floor staring at Agatha while blood spurted from his skull like water tap. She didn’t want to take chances, still afraid, she pulled out the axe from the man’s skull and sent a hefty blow onto the man’s chest, the axe head sunk in and the man’s chest made an exploding hollow sound.

Agatha, still distraught by the sight of blood which she had spilled, held her nerves and called Mr. Klon on the phone. She tried as hard as she could not to breakdown and cry while talking to Klon, who she was certain had walked away for her to be killed. Mr. Klon was surprised, if he was expecting a call, it wasn’t from Agatha. He hurried back from wherever he was. When he entered his house he couldn’t believe the sight he met.

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Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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