The sun hid behind a cloud,
but Jesse could feel a tingling heat run up his forearm, and his tongue sat dry
like dessert sand. Jude was to his right calm as a plant in a garden, calm
because he knew the sun would shine, and because he knew he would get the water
he needed to thrive.
"Please
come with us." Jesse said, with about as much ambiguity as a dying man's
last words.
Bode
followed, unperturbed, he followed them to their car which was a mournful black
that gleamed as the sun poked out its head for a peek.
"Ok,
we're here, what now?." Bode asked daringly.
"Jesse,
please open the boot."
Never
taking his eyes off Bode Jesse did what he was told.The boot opened with a pop,
and Jude lifted it all the way up. Bode walked to meet him, petulance in his steps,
then looking into the boot his jaw dropped with terror.
"You
bastards! what have you done?." he barked, with tears already welling up
in his eyes.
"There
are always consequences Bode, even for people with a god complex such as yourself." Jude offered casting Jesse a
cursory glance.
"You...You
bastards..you killed her!" Bode reached down to touch the lifeless body of
his grandmother, his breathing growing heavier with each inch.
He pulled
up the pillow stuffed garments.
"What...what
is this?"Bode asked, ambivalent but settled. Jesse's face broke out with a
smile and Jude gave him an appreciative nod.
"As
you can see Bode, we know you, we know what makes you tick, your grandmother
for example, raised and sheltered you from an alcoholic father and a
promiscuous mother. Your beloved grandmother, the only one in your life whose
had a share of your recent fortune. We know that she lives in a nice flat on Adeyemi
Cross Street, we know all this and more, so that if you fail to comply with our
demands....well, something a little more bony would be in our boot."
Bode smells
the wrapper in his hands, and indeed it wears his grandmothers scent of groundnuts
and fresh pepper.
"I
could just take her and run."
Putting a
friendly hand on his shoulder Jude smiles and says.
"The
woman owns a restaurant in Ikeja, her church is on her street, two bus/stops away
is the only childhood friend she's got left. We did our homework Bode, your
nana ain't going nowhere!"
Twelve
minutes later an alert came in on Jude's phone. He was now two million Naira richer, he gave the defeated Bode an encouraging pat on the back and sped off
with Jesse by his side.
"Pillows
in her clothes, nice touch, I fell for it too."
"I am
a man of nice touches."
"Yes
oo, the guy sef too stubborn, I mean what's 2 mill to a multi millionaire
huh?"
"2mill
less?" Jesse said shrugging, Money never carried much weight in his heart,
but it always seemed to fill up his pockets.
"Yeah
well, to be fair 5 mill out of 15 was a little steep, but the dudes got absolutely
no street cred. Just because his Benefactor is high up in the military doesn't
mean he can do whatever he likes."
"Speaking
of Benefactors, is your father going to be shoving a foot up my ass for
this?"
"For
what? Someone refused to pay us our due, we took care of it, and as a bonus, no
one got killed."
"Right,
ok so cool, we're in the clear then."
"Yes,
if Bode takes this all in good faith and doesn't try to retaliate."
"Why
do we always make more enemies than friends?"
"My
good looks and your intimidating presence."
On a wall,
inside a tightly guarded room, in a tightly guarded building, in Abuja is a
large Screen. On this screen there are pictures of several men and a handful of
women, mug shots, taking without their knowledge. They all coincidentally seem
to be squinting pensively at nothing, as if somehow aware that they are being
watched, but they are not, because The Eagle covers it's tracks. Mr Charles
Chukwudi sat on his desk, staring at the screen on the wall.It was somewhat a
pictorial list, but it was no names of noise makers. Everyone on the list was
guilty of crimes that affected the nation as a whole, everyone one the list was
ostensibly untouchable, none were above the law, but many stood it's equal.
They swam in the tides of legitimacy, stealing ashore once in a while for a
quick but profitable heist, then diving right back in, undetected by everyone,everyone
except of course The Eagle. That wall, that screen, bares at least a dozen
pictures, and one of them is the gracefully aged face of Mr Stanley.
"Think
I need to buy fuel." Jude said as he pulled into Ikeja Under-bridge, the
filling station before him wasn't selling and that magnified his want.
"Might
have to be black market."
"Yes
perhaps, hey any news on that Silas Package?"
"None,
A.Ks been tailing the guy all month, so far his clean, but he seems content
with using the cash dirty."
"Hmm,
tell A.k to keep on it, dudes bound to rouse suspicion soon enough, then he'll
come running to us."
Jesse
pondered the directive momentarily then procured a cigarette from his back
pocket. He lit it, and blew into the air a kiss of smoke.
"You
ever think about bowing out? Retiring?, your Dad especially seems like his been
doing this for like forever."
"Why'd
you ask? If you're tired we can arrange for..."
"No no
no, all I'm saying is, the wealth you guys have amassed alone would take
decades of layering to turn clean, and believe it or not someone somewhere is
aware of what we're doing and doesn't like it one bit."
"Yeah
well.." His phone rang and what he was about to say was lost to the world
forever like a plant that barely takes root and withers beneath the soil. He
turned down the radio, and picked up the call.
"Hey,
Seun, what's up?"
"I
dey, but um, we've got a bit of a situation."
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