Tolu and Emily disengaged from the hug that had held them for minutes.
"so, how do i get this past them" Tolu asked referring to the two security searching passengers. If emily was right about what was in the brief case, then he'll be in a world of trouble should they find out, "I'm no longer FBI" he said.
"but i am" emily replied as she walked towards the security. Tolu could see her showing her id and badge to them, soon he could notice them glance eyes at him, a few nods between them and the conversation ended. Emily walked back to him smiling.
"how'd it go?"
"All good" she replied.
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Hamzat Kafayat was in her office sipping juice, she was exhausted from the frequent interviews she had to grant, phone calls she had to attend to, mails she had to reply. She had been a force to reckon with in the country, she was a strong voice against the leadership of the current government, having been in govt herself, she was formerly the Minister of Labour for the previous administration. most recently, she became the Convener of the rapid growing "Whistle Movement", an organisation started out of necessity due to the uncovering of looted funds round the country and being a Legal Practitioner, she had fought cases for the masses and protection for whistle blowers. She didn't just come out of the blue, she had been a constant thorn in the flesh of the FG, had been jailed times without number, Led several protests. Her popularity earned her a place at number 38 in the TIMES magazine's " Top 50 Most Powerful Women In Africa", having vowed to make sure the killers of Aluko Kosoko be brought to book she became a force in the Social media sphere, uploading videos and writing statements and was not to be brushed aside when the tweet of a certain Anonymous went viral. She had sent over 78 messages to the handler inviting him/her to meet her in person with no response.
She however had her sights on meeting the FBI agent sent by the US later that evening once she was done with other appointments. A knock on her door jolted her from her thoughts.
"Come in Nojat" she said .
The door flung open and just as she had predicted,Nojat Kafayat, her daughter walked in smiling.
"its no longer fun" she complained
"you're no longer a good player" Hamzat replied laughing as her daughter took her seat opposite her. she took some of her mothers files and began flipping through, she was sort of shocked at the workload her mother had to work on, "Seems you've been busy" she noted.
"very busy in fact" Hamzat explained. "And i must still drive to the airport later this evening"
"oh, to meet this FBI person abi?"her daughter asked as Hamzat nodded.
" but mum, what if this is just a propaganda by the govt to calm down tensions?,what if there is NO ONE coming?" Nojat asked, "i mean, someone just made a tweet, isn't it all suspicious?, who calls him self ", Anonymous" anyway?"
she was right, the whole country had gone crazy since the tweets became viral. it drove her crazy to see intellectuals falling for an information from -in her opinion, a dubious tweet from an unknown source, and it made her sick that her mum was falling too.
"my sources confirm that the DSS chief is on a flight to Lagos as we speak" Hamzat noted, "Security has heightened, this isnt a ruse".
" okay mum, let me sha drive you there" Nojat offered.
"speaking of 'Anonymous', I've even sent several messages to him. no reply". Hamzat complained, scrolling through her phone again to check if she had any messages from him. None Yet.
" how would he?, when we don't know if he's even a person" Nojat fired back.
Wake up People.
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Dakar clutched his phone to his ear as he listened with rasp attention to what The Sponsor had to tell him. Apparently,someone was coming from overseas to lend a helping hand on the case. Dakar never expected it to escalate this quickly. Normally when things like these happen, they where usually swept under the carpet after some time, but this case seemed different with the international Community concerned. Concerned enough to send an agent to help investigate.
"Do i kill him?" Dakar asked.
" No.... atleast for now, we need to be sure of who this individual is" The Sponsor said. "I'll brief you with time on what you must do".
" Okay Then " Dakar replied.
"However.... " The Sponsor continued.
"... if you must kill, I've got another Target for you...."
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The Murtala mohammed Airport was filled with all media houses. Cameras present and placed in strategic positions,reporters more than ready to cover the event,Police forces scattered all over the place as a mammoth crowd waited to welcome the Agent many had dubbed "the saviour".
Most members of the " whistle movement " help placards High up inscribing several messages on it.
Tanko Mohammed soon arrived with his convoy and was greeted with massive boos from the crowd. He was nervous knowing fully well his job was more than on the line, his career now rested on whoever was onboard the plane.
Hamzat Kafayat was not far behind and her reception was a strong contrast to the DSS chief's. she was cheered by the crowd and waved in acknowledgement to their shouts of joy.
few people around half expected 'Anonymous' to show up. He didn't Anyway.
The noise from the crowd soon came to an abrupt end as soon as they saw the Plane land.
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"What the hell_" Tolu whispered to himself as he looked through the windows and saw the massive crowd probably waiting for him. how did they know he was coming?, he actually planned on landing quietly and going to the DSS office himself and offer his help, but that was out the window from what he saw. They had been waiting for him?, how?, Why?. He was about to be received like a president.
The doors of the plane soon opened, and as he walked down the stairs he could he hear photographs being taken of him and journalists all congregating at the end of the staircase. He watched them being pushed aside by the police who were making way for someone, Tolu observed the robust man who looked 58, with his huge robe struggling against the wind, the man walked quickly towards him and offered his hands for a handshake which Tolu quickly took.
"I'm Tanko Mohammed, Head of the Department of Secret Service" he introduced, "you must be the agent the FBI sent, we welcome you to our country"
Slow Down. This was happening way too fast for him to grasp. *the agent fbi sent?*. he didn't have time to gather his thoughts when Tanko ushered him his way down as the police struggled to keep the crowd at bay,The journalists kept hurling questions at him and pointed their microphones at him expecting a reply.
Not much longer had that happen when he saw A woman and a beautiful young lady maneuver their way through the crowd, he immediately recognized the older woman as Hamzat Kafayat. The woman who he saw back when he was still at the FBI. it was her clip which he watched further imploded his desire to come back and help out. He needed to talk with her.
Hamzat was soon in front of him, and offered her hand,Tolu quickly took it and introduced himself, "I'm Tolu Majiy_" he hadn't finished when Tanko Mohammed interjected.
"Woman, leave this place" he shouted.
her presence would only make the crowd more unstable, and she wasn't a pleasant sight for any of the Service chiefs. in short, she was trouble.
"I'm hamzat kafayat" she ignored tanko's rant. she was already used to the hostile reception from security personnel. "And this is my daughter, Nojat Kafayat" she stretched her hand as Her daughter came forward rather shyishly, Nojat expected whoever the Fbi sent to be an old person but here she was standing in front of a very young man who could be her age or few years older.
"Nice to meet you nojat" Tolu offered his hand. Nojat slowly took it, her hands were a bit sweaty. "You okay?" Tolu asked. "I'm fine" she replied.
"oya you have seen him now abi, leave this place" Tanko barked . Time was running out.
"we are not going anywhere until this young man speaks to the country". Hamzat fired hot.
" you must be joking " tanko replied.
Tanko kept ushering Tolu forward, as the crowd became restless, he knew if he didn't speak as hamzat suggested, it wouldn't be long before chaos erupts and his coming becomes a bloodbath.
"it's fine let me speak" Tolu offered.
Tanko reluctantly let him be but warned, "1 minute''
Soon, a collection of microphones were arranged before him and all Tolu had to come up with something to say to calm the tensions.
" I'm tolu majiyagbe from the fbi. I'm nigerian as you're aware now, and i have watched with concern about how the recent happenings have turned out and i want to promise I'll be of great help and not compromise my mission, together with the help of the police and DSS we will investigate this matter and you all will be duly informed ".
That was it before, Tanko whisked him away from further questioning.
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Dakar watched from afar off the lunacy going on in the Airport. He was shocked that the agent the fbi sent was just a young nigerian. *your matter is later*he said to himself as he focused his eyes on his other target.
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Hamzat sat in her car as her daughter drove her back to the office. she had been able to make sure the young fbi agent assure the country of his willingness to help and promised to make sure findings are publicized.
''mom what do you think" her daughter asked
"it's all good, at least there should be calmness now"
"the guy is handsome o" Nojat blushed
"i knew there was something off the way you shooked his hands" Hamzat noted, "but honestly i was shocked,he should be your age"
"yes oo, mummy try and have a meeting with him naa" Nojat pressed.
"hmm, okay, I'll send a message to the DSS right away. Wait. why?, so you can get to meet him again bah" Hamzat accused. Typical Nojat.
Nojat laughed as she focused her eyes on the road. "What do u still want to do in the office sef?" nojat asked.
"i need to release a statement and video concerning today's happening" she replied. Nojat scoffed, typical mum.
Nojat turned left as she parked, raising her head off the window, "I'm not waiting for you oo"
"you can go, Saka will drive me home"
Nojat reversed and sped home.
Hamzat soon got a vibration from her phone in her bag, knowing it's a message from probably a fan or journalist requesting another interview, "Not today please " she said to herself as she climbed the staircase leading to her office.
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@Anonymous
~ Hurry, Hamzat Kafayat in Danger.
#Anonymous
9:45PM
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Saka struggled to breath but it was too late,he couldn't fight back the powerful hands pressed against his Nostril, he fumbled and jostled his legs with little groans but it wasn't long before he gave up. The hands remained for a while before lessening pressure,the driver was dead.
Dakar then walked silently up the staircase towards Hamzats office, it was locked as expected, but he could tell she was in.
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Hamzat had just positioned the camera record her video when she had to use the restroom. while there she heard her phone beep severally from her office, soon it was accompanied by phone calls. *this people should leave me alone now, wait for my video*
she rinsed her face and felt she heard her door unlocked, knowing fully well it was locked, she ignored the thought, she raised her face to the mirror in a split second she saw a man get in behind her, she tried turning to face him only for the strong hands grab her hair and slam her face first on the mirror shattering it to pieces leaving the wall behind it bare, blood oozed from her face, The hands kept slamming her head to the wall face first back and forth severally, again, again and again as her phone kept ringing and ringing with message notifications beeping simultaneously.
The hands let her go and allowed her lifeless body drop on the tiles as blood oozed from her head and spilled on the ground.
Dakar exited the restroom and closed it. Exited through the window and no sooner had he got down when he heard the sounds of several police sirens wailing from the distance.
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Over 4 police vehicles parked recklessly and dozens of officers dropped and ran up Hamzats office, barged into the door and no sight of her, on getting close to her restroom they see blood flowing from underneath the door, and when the door is flung open.
They see a horror show.
Hamzat Kafayat lying face first on the floor. Dead. Head Bashed.