Mr Charles stroked his goatee
tenderly, pondering thoughts and waiting for his undercover agent to pick up.
He was just about to set the phone down when she did.
"Good afternoon sir, sorry I answered
late, I was......uh uhm."
" Yes,
I can tell you were "uh uhm" I can hear it in your ragged breathing.I
hope your partner is our Mark."
"Yes
he is sir, I um...I'm still working the case, getting him to loosen up."
Mr. Charles
paused and guilt strangled his neck making his tongue bitter and his throat
dry."Listen Stella, your like a daughter to me, I promised your Mum and
your Dad i'll protect you, Not pawn you off like some prostitue...."
"Its
what the Job requires." Stella said with a sigh dragging the Covers
further over her chest.
"I
know that, whatever it takes, I wrote the contract remember?. All I'm saying
is, if you ever want to back out, if that animals makes you do anything that's
crossing the line, feel free..."
"I can
handle myself Uncle C. and I've already gathered substantial Intel, I know
there's something big brewing, I just don't know what , once I find that out I
promise....I promise I'll stop taking field jobs ok. I'm not enjoying
this....."
"I
never said you were."
"But
you implied it, that's what you do isn't it. Imply things?"
"Stella
what are you talking about.."
"A few
seconds ago you called me your daughter. Its funny because right now I can't
tell if you're concerned or jealous."
"Stella
thats..."
She hung
up.
Setting the
phone down Mr Charles looked at his wall of Villains, and for once in his whole
career fighting crime,he identified with them.
"Who
was that babe?"
"No
one." Naomi, known to most as Stella replied curtly. Then she crawled on
all fours towards Seun who was standing by the bed and batted her eyelashes.
"What,no breakfast in bed?, and to think I was beginning to see you as
something of a romantic."
"What?Me?Why?."
he asked sitting down by her, feeling the heat of her flesh fend off the cool
morning.
"Well
you know, how you opened up to me about, your childhood, your fears,
and....work?"
"Oh
yeah, that, well let's just say lately I've felt like a mediator, like the vest
between a bullet and a chest.."
"And
you needed someone to save you for once..." she said softly.
He chuckled
nervously, and she gave him a peck.
"I'd
be able to help if I knew what the situation was."
"I
already told you, a friend got in trouble at work, now the boss is thinking of
firing him."
"Yes,
you told me all that last night, but people get fired everyday, I don't see why
your acting like it's the end of the world, I mean..."
"Its
nothing Naomi, I already told you too much anyway. I think it's time you
leave..."
"Hey
now, don't be mean!" she said melodramatically and threw a pillow at him.
"Was
that supposed to hurt?" he teased.
"No,
but this will." She walked naked around the room picking up items of her
clothing then stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
The Story of The Lawansons was the stuff of
legends. They had moved to Lagos From Ijebu in 1961 and survived solely off of the Garri they
sold on their front lawn. Ajayi Lawanson, Bodes grandfather was a visionary. Admonishing
his two daughters and his three sons not to let themselves be put inside a box
due to the reality that surrounded them. And it was with this sort of
motivation that the family went from selling Garri to trading in live stock,
and from live stock they went to selling the White Man's clothes to the eager
Black men and women. They thrived and excelled for five years, but then Major
Ezeogwu led a charge that would change their lives forever. In the long
aftermath of the Coup, Ajayi Lawanson lost both his daughters and some would
argue, all three of his sons to the Military incursion. His eldest son died by
the sting of a stray bullet, his second son who was always the most hot headed of the
bunch died in the forefront of the opposition. His last son, the one who'd
managed to survive and seen almost all his siblings die beneath the heel of The
Military opted to join in their ranks against his father's wishes, and he rose
like a dead fish from the bottom of the ocean, ruthless as he was soul-less, and
he'd survived the ascent and descent of The Military without a scar. Major Akin
Lawanson, Bode Lawanson were the soul survivors of the Lawansons, Aderemi, Akins
sister and Bodes aunt had disappeared 7years ago, and thought to be dead. Bode
had only his Uncle, and his maternal grandmother. The former was as glacial as
the latter was warm.
"You've
always been foolish boy.Cant blame you, must have got it from your Father."
"I
told you, they threatened mama."
"Yes
yes, your care for that woman still perplexes me. She was hardly around when we
were growing up, now she's feeding off you like a damn tick."
"She
raised me Uncle."
"She
put food in your mouth and a roof over your head, dogs get just about the same
treatment."
"Uncle..."
"Yes
yes, don't wear me down with your nonsense. Who are these people, these Filters
you speak of?"
"It
doesn't matter, I only told you because you gave me the money and I don't want
it to look like I already squandered over a quarter of it. They laundered it,
they got their share, all's fair."
" They
threatened someone you care about, I'd hardly call that fair."
"It
was... my fault, listen Uncle don't make this an issue, please."
"Ok,
ok, my hands are up, you want to be a mat and let them walk all over you, fine
by me, but I won't let my name be disgraced."
Sighing
Bode looked to the roof for comfort, his collar was feeling tighter by the
minute.
"So
what do you want to do?"
"I'm
not sure yet, tell me more about this Jesse person, if retaliation becomes
necessary, he seems important enough to prove a point, and expendable enough to
not inspire an all out war."
"Hmmmm,
Jesse......"
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