Special Ops: Femme Fatale
I adjusted my sniperscope as I scanned the perimeter, I had
a watcher beside me who was trying so hard to impress the captain, and damn!
the watcher was such a questionnaire. I mean his job as a watcher is calculate
wind velocity and direction with respect to distance of a target, But he kept
asking questions like "Boss did you serve in Iraq, or in Afghanistan?
What's your body count? Do you count the people you bring down? Have you been
shot? Have you.... Do you have a Wife, or a girl...?" He went on.
"Hey fella you talk faster than a bullet, and one's
gonna get through that mouth of yours and out the back of your throat if you do
not do your job of watching with your mouth shut" I spoke to him as calmly
as possible.
"Sorry Boss"
"Now get me a target"
"Hey TJ, easy with the lad" The captain said over
the comm
"Hehehe, TJ don got himself a talker, he a undercover
talker in the guise of a watcher" Trevor said
"Hey Trevor, you see that bullet scar on your left
cheek? I could give you a similar one on the right, right here, right now"
I teased, as I fixed the crosshair of the sniperscope on
Trevor who was in an adjoining building few meters away.
"Hey man, don't be playing like that, y'all Nigerians
play too much man, chill with that thing" Trevor answered
"Hey Boss, hey Boss! I see I see two bogeys approaching
few clicks away from the east, and they don't look like friendlies" My
watcher announced.
"Okay boys, the time's here, focus, TJ, what do you
see?" The voice of the captain came on in my ears.
"Two Wranglers, a driver, an occupant, and a gunner in
each of the vehicles Cap'n" I answered.
"Alright, boys let's wrap this up as quickly and as
quietly as possible, and get the hell outta here, TJ take down the gunner on
the second vehicle first" The captain instructed
"Aye Cap'n" I replied, I took a deep breath and
waited for the right moment, taking a shot at a moving target had always been
my favorite, because it was one of the most difficult shots to take, and I love
difficult -click- the back gunner was down - click- the second gunner dropped.
"Hey Cap'n, gunners down! I've still got a clear shot
of the drivers few meters before they get out of sight" I spoke over the
comm
"Damn! Do it TJ!" The Captain commanded Two clicks
and the drivers were down, leaving the vehicles crashing into obstacles.
"Done Cap'n, the occupants are yours for the
taking" I spoke over the comm
"Good job TJ, alright boys let's go check our
package" The Captain called out
"Hey TJ, drinks on me when we get back" Trevor
said.
Well, that was how our operation went that day, we secured our package, got to the rendezvous point. Amidst the cheers on the chopper as we headed home, I thought about one of the questions my watcher had asked earlier, if I had a Wife or a girlfriend. It felt crazy that I was risking my life for a whole country & couldn't go back home to a woman I
Well, that was how our operation went that day, we secured our package, got to the rendezvous point. Amidst the cheers on the chopper as we headed home, I thought about one of the questions my watcher had asked earlier, if I had a Wife or a girlfriend. It felt crazy that I was risking my life for a whole country & couldn't go back home to a woman I
could call my own, and that sucked! But that was what I
signed up for, a life where I could die anytime without any care in the world,
well, that was much better than committing suicide after finding your Wife and
three children murdered in cold blood, yeah!
"Hey TJ, you ain't never gonn' take us to Nigeria? I don heard a lotta about that country, and damn I could pass for a Nigerian, so what ya say mate?" Trevor asked.
"Trevor, Trevor, we know big things like bullets and
bombs can't kill you, but the Nigerian mosquito will" I said
I looked at everyone on the team, each men with one tale of
woe to tell, we had come to become brothers, not of blood, but through bond,
well, except the new watcher assigned to me. I looked at him, dude had not said
a word since, fella was still scared maybe, damn! I didn't even know his name
"hey" I said, as I nudged him a bit
"Boss" He replied, not sure whether to look me in
the eyes, or the terrifying eyes of the others or just stare at the floor.
"Hey man, drop the boss already, that's the boss"
I said as I pointed at the Captain.
"Okay Bo... The name?"
"It's Tunji, but I don't want you murdering the
pronunciation of the name, so let's just stick with TJ like the rest, what's
yours?" I asked "Wilkins Sir" He replied.
"Alright Wilkins, I know you're new and we look
terrifying & all, we are equal, so you may need to drop the Sir" I
told him.
"Okay Bo.. Sir.. Sorry TJ" Wilkins replied.
"Oh when I said we were equal, that didn't include the
Cap'n. Just respect everyone, don't talk too much, ask one question at a time,
and you'll get along just fine"
"Hey Cap'n, I need me a watcher too" Trevor said.
More chatter from the 6 of us, as the chopper took us home
We were not promised tomorrow, we had no idea what tomorrow had for us, for us
it was about living for the day & staying alive long enough to see
tomorrow. On this Special Ops team, a tomorrow was always full of surprises
And tomorrow did come with surprises, because no sooner had
we landed at the airstrip than the Cap'n called us together.
"Guys, I'm sorry I have to do this, but we've got a new
mission. Looks like Trevor got his wish" The captain said, I looked up
"What wish?" We asked in unison
"Well, gentlemen, even if you're light years away from
being gentlemen, we are going to Nigeria" The captain said as he looked at
me.
"Hey Cap'n, with all due respec', don't be playing with
my emotions" Trevor said.
"have I ever? Anyway guys, this mission is not like the
others" The Captain said.
"Hol' up Hol' up Cap'n! what do you mean not like the
others?" Trevor asked.
"Well, we are to blend in, infiltrate, and
inconspicuously get intel that'll lead us to the rescue of an important
American" The Captain explained
"Oh wow!" I exclaimed.
"Alright, you guys need to rest, debrief at 0900hours
tomorrow at the safe-house downtown, stay sharp" The Captain said, as he
walked away.
Everything about this new mission seemed weird, but hey! better to die in active service than allow depression lead one to suicide.
Everything about this new mission seemed weird, but hey! better to die in active service than allow depression lead one to suicide.
I thought about so many things, I was not sure whether to
get excited about the mission or not, I had lost my parents to insurgency in
the Northern part of Nigeria when I was 16 and schooling here in the US, good
thing they had set up a trust fund for me to see me through till I was 30 and
ready to take over the family business, I went back to Nigeria to retrieve
important documents, put someone in charge of the company, then came back to
the State. I never went back to Nigeria, rather I had some percentage of the
profits used for purchasing items sent to IDP camps. Rather than go back to
Nigeria, I joined the US Marines right after I left the University, and well
you can guess what inspired my decision.
I have seen everything there is to war, and as long as
humans are territorial, domineering, retributive, and vengeful, there will
never be an end to war, and the innocents will always be the worst hit, they
call it “collateral damage”, I call it “multilateral carnage”, but no one cares
what I call it, the fact still remains, there will always be war, there will
always be a fight, a kill or be killed situation, that’s just the way human
evolution has become.
At 0900 hours, we were gathered at the safe house.
“Guys, this is not the usual get in, smoke out, get the package and head home, no, there are some twists to it. We are to rescue an important personality, whose death could trigger unrest in some parts of the world” The Captain said
“Captain, we’ve successfully seen a thousand and one rescue
missions, why’s this any different?” Otis asked
“Well, according to intel, the package is held captive here”
The Captain pointed at a spot on the map. I took a closer look, looked up at
the Captain.
“This? here, Captain?” I asked, pointing at the spot.
“Yeah TJ, familiar location?” The Captain asked. I looked
closely, hell! Yeah it was a bloody familiar location.
“Affirm, that facility right there is my inheritance from my
late parents”
“Say What! TJ you sly, you got a whole ass inheritance in
Nigeria, and ya ain’t let us know? ya know we’re brothers right, so we gotta
get a share out of the inheritance Bro, what ya say?” Trevor
“From our intel, there are bunkers under the facility, and a
terrorist command center is right under that facility, these are the SpySat
images to prove that, and from the thermal images here you can see the
variation in thermal color indicating a sub-terrain. Take a look at these
thermal images here taken at different times, notice the position of this
person here, here, and here” The Captain explained
“Hmmm, that looks like our package right, see here he’s
alone and seated, here, those pointy things look like he’s surrounded by
guards, perhaps at an interrogation, and here he’s laying down” Chan pointed
out.
“There’s a whole lotta activity, up here, too many
civilians, TJ, what’s the facility used for?” Otis asked
“it’s a paint manufacturing company” I answered.
“Oh! Bombs!” Trevor said.
“What’s the plan Captain?” Chan asked
“If we want to get the package out alive, then we have to
get to him as discreetly as possible” The Captain said.
“And how we gonn’ pull that off?” Trevor asked
“Sirs, I-I think I-I may have an idea” Wilkins said.
Surprised we all looked at him.
“Well, out with it Wilkins” The Captain said, as he stepped
aside for Wilkins to join us at the table.
“Err, if TJ owns the company, then he’s the key to letting
us into the company without trouble, he just needs to be the CEO of the
company, errm, Captain how many days did the terrorists give for the ransom?”
Wilkins asked
“6 days starting tomorrow, why?”
“If TJ takes charge, he can have series of meetings in two
days where restructuring and partnerships can be discussed, a memo can be
passed stating that everyone take a day off as investors will be on hand to
take a tour of the facility” Wilkins continued.
“And we are the investors, right” Chan added beaming with
smiles
“I knew the lad was a thinker too” Trevor said. I liked the
plan too, but there were grey areas, like we had no idea how many terrorists we
were dealing with, we had no idea what we were really dealing with, or who we
were up against, and more importantly I had no idea there were bunkers beneath
the facility.
“It’s a great plan, good one Wilkins. Captain, any idea what
and who we are up against?” I asked
“Yeah, they are a terrorist group formed from a sect, their
purpose is unknown, they have access to the best weapons, funding comes from
top politicians and government officials in the country” The Captain replied.
“Wait a minute, if they have funding, why kidnap an American
citizen? What’s the ransom?” Otis asked
“They want a supply of our best military grade hardware, and
we are well aware of the fact that they will kill the hostage, hardware or not”
The Captain added.
“Cap’n, who is this hostage? and why is he so important
anyway?” Trevor asked
“I can’t tell you, it’s confidential, gather round guys,
let’s look at this map again” The Captain gestured, then scribbled on a piece
of paper, and passed the paper around, it read -the walls have ears, the man
that did the broadcast yesterday is not the President, that’s just a double
with a mask, makeup, and excellent acting skills, the real president is the
hostage. Hold your questions for later-.
I didn’t see how it was possible to abduct a whole US
President? With all the trained security details? It just didn’t make any
sense, no matter how hard I tried to make sense out of it, l mean, who dares
think about abducting the President of the United States? Who dare goes ahead
with the plan? Oh well, my Nigerian brothers just pulled the feat off, and the
US government was using every resource it had to ensure not a word of the
abduction leaked to the public, we were like the last resort, and we couldn’t
afford to fail. Damn!
“We go with Wilkins plan, that’s the best we can come up
with at this time. TJ call your man in charge of the company and inform him
you’re coming in tonight, Trevor you’re TJ’s P.A.” The Captain said.
“Hell Yeah Cap’n, I love that role, TJ I’m on ya payroll now
man, you ain’t gonn’ do me durty” Trevor
“Chan, Otis and I will be the investors, Wilkins, you’ll be
our eye in the sky, and this map indicates this area here is hilly and covered
by bushes, perfect cover for you as our sniper too” The Captain added
“Damn! The lad’s a pro too, hey Cap’n, when do I get me a
watcher too? I need me one like Willy here” Trevor said.
“Errr, i-it’s Wilkins, Sir” Wilkins corrected Trevor
“They sound the same Bro” Trevor said
“We have no idea if these people have infiltrated our system
or not, so we will be going by civilian transportation. TJ and Trevor you go
together, we will be on the same flight but separate seats, do not blow your
cover” The Captain instructed.
“Our weapons? What happens when we get to the destination?
Logistics?” I asked
“A military aircraft is en-route Nigeria with our weapons, equipment,
vehicles and personnel for backup; however they are in Nigeria in the guise of
having discussions with the Nigerian Air Force on strategies to carry out
effective reconnaissance and air strikes against insurgents. The vehicles will
have the diplomatic plates, and will be driven to the hotel by the Nigerian Air
Force Personnel. Once at the hotel, the NAF Personnel will hand the vehicles
over, and we will drive ourselves to the safe house.” The Captain explained.
“Hey Cap’n, do I get a car too?” Trevor asked
“No Trevor, remember you’re with TJ, as his P.A. TJ make
that call now”
“I’m on it Cap” I replied
“Damn! Y’all be driving them fancy cars with all them cool
stuff” Trevor
“Trevor, quit whining like the big baby you are” Chan added
“Cap’n, you gonn’ watch this Asian mannequin disrespect me
huh? Imma bitch-slap him from here back to Asia, and Jackie Chan gonn’ thank me for that”
“Trevor! Focus! We have a big issue to deal with, and we
barely have a plan. This is a dire situation, do you know how catastrophic it
would be for the US if word got out that its lovely…you know the story. The
government wants this to be as quiet as possible, we need everyone to stay
focused, we cannot afford mistakes. Brothers, we can do this!” The Captain
charged.
I spoke to my man in Nigeria, and he sounded so excited when
he learned I was coming home, perhaps he wasn’t in the know of what was going
on in the bunkers below the company I told him to oversee. I told him not to
mention my arrival to a soul, I didn’t even tell him about Trevor.
”Cap, it is done, when do we leave?” I asked
“Tonight” The Captain answered.
“I er I have a question Sir” Wilkins.
“Go ahead Wilkins”
“TJ, you own the company, do you have the blueprints?”
Wilkins asked. Smart man, I had not even given it a thought, of course the
blueprints were among the documents I had brought with me, and I made sure to
take a copy wherever I went.
“Oh yes, hold on guys” I said as I went to retrieve the
documents from the car. I had never really studied the blueprints, I still wondered
why the facility had a bunker, what were my parents thinking? How did the
terrorists know there was a bunker? Why had they chosen the paint factory as
their base for operations? Several questions coursed through my mind, and I felt
helpless because I didn’t have the answers.
We studied the blueprints, and discovered there was an
underground tunnel from the bunker to what seemed like a private airstrip. The
plans had to be adjusted.
“Okay, I think this makes it tougher, but better, here’s the
deal: TJ and Trevor, you continue with the previous plan. Wilkins, you remain
our eyes in the sky, we need aerial reconnaissance, Chan you’ll be the second
sniper with Wilkins. Otis and I will have a repeat of Istanbul at the private
airstrip” The Captain said.
“Yeah, Istanbul! Damn, that shi’ was crazy and mad fun,
remember when I blew up them terrorists with that aircraft. So Y’all be having
all the fun, ‘nd I’ll be stuck with TJ?” Trevor asked
“You want to take my place?” Chan asked
“And face them killer mosquitoes” I added
“I think I’ll just stick to having sweet fun with TJ, as his
P.A.” Trevor said
“Damn man, that sounds so gay” Otis said.
“Alright guys, we leave at 2200 hours” The captain.
That night, on the flight, Trevor began his usual chatter; I
just plugged my ears and drifted off to sleep. I was going home to deal with
the perpetrators of evil that killed my parents.
We got into Nigeria, and everything was going as planned,
Trevor and I got picked up at the airport, and we were taken to my family
house. Thomas, the man I put in charge of the company, was driving, I looked at
him and wondered if he had any idea what was going on, if he did, he wasn’t
showing any signs. Perhaps, some friendly conversation would do.
“My man!” I cheered
“Hey TJ, after all these years, do you even remember my
name? you look so different man, you’ve been working out real good” he said
“My man, what’s your name again?” I asked, pretending to be
serious, when in actual fact, I had really forgotten his name.
“It’s Pab-“ He was saying
“Pablo, I was kidding about forgetting your name, I mean how
will I forget your name?”
“Boss, I’m still here” Trevor said as he cleared his throat.
“Oh Pablo, meet my personal assistant, Trevor”
“Welcome Trevor, welcome to Nigeria” A joyous Pablo said, as
he looked at Trevor in the rearview mirror.
“Pablo, how are the mosquitoes here? Trevor asked
“They kill” Pablo responded
“Damn!” Trevor said, as he slouched in the seat
“You’ll be fine Trevor, you will”
Pablo and I discussed more about the company, I explained
that during my stay in the States, I had spoken to some foreign investors who
were coming to check the facility out. During the course of discussion, he said
he had hired one of the best marketers in the company, and how since she joined
the company, profits had tripled.
“hey Pab, can you describe this lady, is she hot?” Trevor
asked
“Oh very hot in all ramifications Sir” Pablo answered as he
looked at Trevor through the rearview mirror and smiled.
“Trevor, please will you focus on being my personal
assistant?” I said
“yes boss”
“Thank You”
From Pablo’s account, the Nigerian government had not taken
security threats seriously, hence, a religious sect had developed like cancer
and grown bigger till it became something very difficult to handle. It was so
bad that the sect was not even afraid of the Nigerian military, and attacked
them in their bases. Over time, the sect had become deadly, and dreadful, as
they always went on killing sprees, killing men, women, and children
gruesomely. Furthermore, there was so much corruption in the whole system, and
that corruption had crept into the military, otherwise, how would you explain
service chiefs getting allocations for military hardware, and diverting the
funds for personal use, while sending soldiers out to fight against terrorists
with superior fire power? These terrorists were getting standard issue
military-grade weapons and vehicles, and the government in many years, had not
been able to detect the movement of the weapons and vehicle. It was clear that
there were a lot of things the government was not saying, perhaps the sect was
political after all, but what government would allow terrorists kill its own
innocent people?
As Pablo drove, I thought about the real reason why we were
there, and wondered what surprises were lurking in hidden corners, waiting to
pounce on us, and probably devour us. For some unknown reason, I felt a little
skeptical about this mission, we had rescued big shots before, but not a
President, definitely not an American president. If the President died during
the operation, we would be held accountable for his death, and our secret unit
would get disbanded, furthermore, if news got out that the president had died
after being taken hostage, that could make the U.S. vulnerable to attacks, but
trust the U.S. even if the President died as a hostage, the media would be paid
to report that he died after a brief illness. I wondered at the possibility of abducting
a U.S. President by an underdeveloped country, how did they successfully pull
it off? There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but no one close to give
me answers. A buzz from my phone jolted me back to reality, it was a text from
the Captain:
“Intel reaching me says there was a special team assigned to
the President, but their whereabouts are unknown” Okay, whatever happened to them though? More questions for
me to ask. Everything went as planned, our gear was at the safehouse, and we
went to work without wasting time. The thermal images for the airstrip came,
and it showed there were not many hostiles at the airstrip. That night we
gathered at the safehouse to strategize.
“Is there no way we can have live feeds on our wrist computers
and glasses maybe?” I asked
“it is very possible, give me five minutes” Wilkins said, as
he whipped out a military-grade laptop.
“Oh shoot me! Willy is a tech guy too?” Trevor said
In no time, we could get live infrared images of the bunker,
the tunnel, and the airstrip, on our wearable computers. Next thing was study
the patterns and know how best to get in and out, no doubts there would be
casualties.
“Can we hack into their communications system?” I asked
“Let’s just blow up cell towers and masts” Trevor said
“No we cannot blow our cover with that, their communication
system does not need to be hacked, our communications jammer will do the job”
Chan said
“And power?” Trevor asked
“Well, the country’s power system is offline, so there’s
nothing to hack into, we may need to locate the transformer, and pull out a
fuse or two” I added.
“And what if they run on renewable energy and generators?”
Wilkins asked.
“We move in with the power” The Captain said.
We went through the plan again, and when we were sure we
understood our roles, Trevor and I drove back home, while the rest drove back
to their hotel.
“Hey TJ” Trevor called
“Yeah bro” I answered
“You think we gonn’ be successful?” Trevor asked
“Oh well, let’s hope for the best, but expect the worst…
scared?” I asked
“Scared? Nah, there ain’t nothing like fear here man, it’s
what’s gonn’ happen if the President dies in captivity that bothers me” Trevor
added
“Hey Trevor, we’ve been through tough times together, get
your head in the game, and make sure the President does not die”
“So how much you gonn’ pay me for being your personal
assistant?” Trevor asked with a smile.
“Get out of here man” I said, as we laughed.
The next day, Trevor and I resumed duties at the company.
Pablo did the introductions and took us round the facility, and then handed us
over to the marketer, he mentioned earlier
“Hello, my name is Zainab, welcome back I have heard so much
about you” She said with a charming smile. Pablo had not done justice to her
description, she was prettier than I had imagined, and she had this air of
being in charge.
“Pleased to meet you, Zainab” Trevor said with a smile while
offering her his hand.
“I hear you’re the best marketer in the country, and you
have tripled our profits, good job!” I said, trying my best to sound like a
professional.
“oh no, I’m not the best, oh well I hope to be some day, but
I’m not, at least not yet” She said with that beautiful smile again.
“Still I must commend your efforts. Anyway, err, some
investors are coming in soon, say 3 days from now, your marketing skills will
be needed” I said. I wasn’t sure if I had seen what I thought I saw, for some
seconds, it looked like there was a look of surprise on her face.
“Oh, great, that’ll be lovely” She said. Again I noticed the
enthusiasm was not there like before.
“My personal assistant and I were taking a tour of the
facility, and our tour guide, Mr. Pablo isn’t here, would you be kind enough to
show us around?” I asked
“Oh sure, but I need to make a quick call to one of our
clients, please give me a minute” She said as she turned and left hurriedly.
“That one, she’s big trouble” Trevor said
“yeah… indeed she is” I said, not knowing if we were both
talking about the same trouble.
“Do you thi…” Trevor stopped talking when Zainab showed up
“Okay gentlemen, shall we?” Zainab said, as she joined us.
We took a tour round the facility, I was taking in every
detail, so was Trevor, and after we had gone through every part of the
facility, Zainab turned to leave us.
“And the bunker?” I asked.
“I-I didn’t know-know you would be-be interested in seeing
that-that” Zainab said. I noticed the stutter, and knew something was
definitely up.
Please write the concluding part of this story. Please sir, from a loyal reader.
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