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“They must be here…somewhere around here,” one of the soldiers said petulantly. “But we have searched everywhere and there is no sign of them,” replied another soldier. “Here are their vehicles, but they are nowhere to be found. Did they simply vanish into thin air?” asked another soldier. “But we have searched everywhere!!! Where could they possibly be?” Their faces were wrinkled in an ugly frown as they ransacked their brains for answers to the mystery. Izunga and Tiwana stood by the heavily camouflaged narrow entrance to the cave. Pressing their ears against the walls, they listened as their hearts pummeled their rib cages. In their hands, they held hunting rifles, ready to attack, should the soldiers spot the entrance to the grave. Deep in the heart of the cave, Ramuna clutched Olaseme, placing a hand over her mouth as she slept, while her mother caressed Akukara to sleep. Idriga’s parents snored away out of exhaustion while Ramuna’s father sat on a rock. He could not sleep.  

“Put on your clothes,” Idriga ordered Kasaru and Eunice. “Please, don’t kill us!” Eunice pleaded. She slowly rolled out of bed, shielding herself with a bedsheet to cover her nakedness. “Madam, get dressed quickly. If you try anything silly, I will blow off your brains before you know it,” Idriga warned. His voice was cold…ice cold. “I won’t try anything, I promise,” Eunice declared. She slid into her underpants which had been lying forlornly on the floor. Then, she put on a shirt and a pair of trousers. If only I could reach the gun in my top drawer, Kasaru thought. “Lie face down,” Idriga ordered Eunice and she obliged obsequiously, prostrating on the marble-covered floor of their bedroom.

“You, get dressed and place your hands where I can see them,” he instructed Kasaru, who climbed slowly out of bed. His heart was beating fast. He eyed the top drawer as he put on his boxer shots. Slowly, he used his left hand to open the drawer slightly. “Put on your trousers now!” Idriga shouted. Kasaru picked up his trousers from the floor. He slid his left leg into the trouser and then his right leg, while still seriously eyeing the top drawer. His gun was lying deep inside the drawer. I have to go for it, he urged himself, staring intently at Idriga, hoping that he’d make the slightest mistake.

“Please…please don’t kill us. We’ll give you anything you want!” Eunice pleaded fervently, expecting a bullet to pierce the back of her head any moment. “Shut your mouth, woman,” Idriga replied angrily, thinking of his family that may be dead in Camuran. He turned just slightly to look at Eunice and Kasaru made a quick dash for the drawer. He quickly yanked it open, reached for the gun and lifted it menacingly. He raised the gun, leveling it at Idriga. Kakaka!!! Shots rang out, resonating through the house.

The soldiers began to leave, except for one who was exceptionally keen to find Izunga and his team. He decided to do one more sweep of the area before heading out. As other soldiers pulled out, he circled the perimeter surrounding the jeeps one more time. Suddenly, he spotted a narrow crack in-between rocks covered with dry grass and leaves. Slowly, he began to pull the leaves and grass away. Then, it dawned on him that this might be an entrance into a cave. He pushed further, creating enough room to squeeze through. He turned on his torch and flashed it around. This is it…this is a cave, he concluded. He turned to leave, in a frantic effort to bring more men back for a thorough sweep of the cave.

Tam!!! Tam!!! Tam!!! Izunga’s silencer-muffled gun went off, hitting the soldier in the back. He dropped to ground and died on the spot. Izunga had shot him from close range. Working frenetically, he and Tawani dragged the man into the cave and covered the entrance carefully. They dragged his lifeless body into a deep lake in the cave, tied a rock to his neck and pushed him in. Breathing hard, they sat by the lake, relieved that they had narrowly escaped being found.

Kasaru’s hand was covered in blood as his gun went flying in the air before dropping to ground. Idriga had shot him quickly enough before he released his own shots. He fell back as searing pain went through him. Idriga moved closer, taking his gun and placing it in one of his jacket pockets. “My hand!!!” Kasaru yelled. “I will be shooting you in the eyes next if you try anything stupid,” Idriga warned him. He picked up Kasaru’s phone and then proceeded to tie him and his wife to different chairs. When he had them firmly secured, he began to scour Kasaru’s address book. A feeble smile appeared momentarily on his face when he found what he was looking for. He quickly placed a call to the vice president.

“Hello, who am I on to?” The vice president’s voice beamed over the line. “My name is Idriga Amusa, sir. I am a loyal servant of this nation and I am being wrongly hunted for the killing of your daughter, Linda, a good friend of mine. Sir, the only reason I am being hunted is that I know who killed your daughter, sir.” “And who might that be, Idriga?” The vice president answered anxiously. “Linda was killed by Colonel Sale, sir, at the behest of your best friend and boss, the president of the country, Dr. Michael Assimoke.” “Young man, I don’t have time for games. Have you any idea how far Michael and I have come?” “Sir, this is the time to stop asking questions and start looking deeper into what you have believed for far too long. You might call him your best friend, the questions is, does he view you the same way you view him?”

“Then provide me evidence, young man!!! You cannot make such an accusation without facts. What can I go with, even though I am not inclined to believe you. Why would the president kill my daughter? For what?” “Linda was pregnant for the president, sir, and she refused to abort the baby!” Idriga said emphatically. There was an eerie silence over the line. “If her dead body has not been removed by Sale and his men, then, it is lying in a deep ditch in Agriga forest.

“There is a ditch off a major cliff on the east side of the forest. Quietly send some men to search the area carefully. I saw them shoot your own daughter. Be careful, sir, you are surrounded by traitors. Your personal assistant, Kasaru works for the president. I got your number from him. I seriously recommend that you have him nabbed by your own trusted men for interrogation. He knows a bit. Tonight, he arranged with Sale and his men to shoot me at some address that I will send to you from his phone in a minute, on the pretext that you were to meet me there. You will find him and his wife tied to separate chairs in his house. I need your protection…my family and I are being hunted down for nothing. Please look into these. I will call you back in twenty four hours.”

Idriga sent the address to the vice president using Kasaru’s phone. He stared at Kasaru and his wife for a moment. It took all the strength in him to resist the urge to shoot them. “If I kill you, traitor, then, I’d be buttressing your evil boss’ phantom allegations against me. You will not die by my hands, thief!” He said as he quickly left Kasaru’s house.

“It has to be your men, Michael. They killed my son, your nephew!!!” Rosaline cried to the president. She had been striving to reach her brother, the president all night without luck. By morning, Michael finally made time to see his sister. “I have no idea what you are talking about. What do you mean?” The president asked. “My son, Kufre disappeared last night, Michael.” “Kufre? My nephew? What is going on? My enemies are after me in every direction!” “It is your own men, Michael. Your men killed my son!” “Why would they do that?” “Do you remember the building beside the house you gave my children and I in Matama?” “Yes, of course, why?”

“Kufre’s best friend, Alexander told me that he and Kufre have been breaking into the house to steal whatever they could to sell. Last night, Alexander was busy at home, so he told Kufre he could not make the trip. Kufre went alone. He never came back, Michael. What is going on there? The place has been swarming with soldiers all night. They killed my child, I am sure of it.” Rosaline threw herself to ground, crying profusely. “My men would do no such thing, Rosaline. I will look into this immediately.”

The president ordered Rosaline to remain in the presidential villa while he made some phone calls. “Sale, what is going on? Did any of your men shoot my nephew instead of Idriga last night?” Michael barked at Sale. His voice was laced with rage. “No, sir,” Sale lied. “Are you sure?” “Yes, sir. Idriga did not show up. We are still after him, sir.” “I want you back at the villa now!” ‘Yes, sir.” Sale ordered his driver to drive him back to the presidential villa. The president made another call just after disconnecting his call with Sale.

“Good morning, sir,” said Bature, Sale’s assistant. “Bature, I am no longer satisfied with Sale’s work. You are hereby promoted to the position of the president’s chief security officer!” The president announced. “Thank you, sir. I will not let you down!” “Good. Then, start showing me how loyal you are right away. What happened last night? Who was shot by your snipes? I want the truth!” “Sir, I told Sale to tell you, but he chose to cover it up. Your…your…your nephew was shot in error sir.” “Where is his corpse now?” “Sale had it dumped in Agriga forest, sir.” “I want you to recover his body and send it to the mortuary immediately. Also, I want you to recover the remains of the girl…you know who I am talking about. Bury her body somewhere it will never be found.” “Consider it done, sir.”

“Dinkara, I have just been summoned by the president. Things don’t look good. I want you to record what I am about to tell you now,” Sale explained to his trusted friend and fellow soldier over the phone. “I am recording it, Sale, go ahead,” Dinkara answered. “The president, Dr. Michael Assimoke ordered my men and I to kill Linda, the daughter of the vice president. Linda had been sleeping with the president and as a result, she took in, but she refused to get rid of the pregnancy. So, the president ordered us to kill her.

“Her body is lying in a deep ditch in Agriga forest. Also, the president had in the past ordered us to kill his former girlfriends who had attempted to blackmail him, and we carried out the orders. Their names were, Mary Gada, Hurusieni Dasan and Jakari Isuen. Idriga who is accused of killing Linda is innocent, but the president wants him killed to cover his own crimes. The president also sleeps with the wife of the vice president and his best friend, Mrs. Lekke Adingo. Should anything happen to me, please release this to the press. Make multiple copies and have different people store them for you.” “I will do that, Sale; you can be rest assured of that!” Dinkara replied.

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