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9. THE MOMBASA DIRECTIVE
The train wheels screeched loudly as they rubbed against the metal rails. The passenger train came to a halt at Mombasa Railway Terminus. He was just arriving for his side job before he could embark back on his main mission. As frustrated as he was with Abubakar, despite the offer he was proposed, he couldn’t resist still. It was just a simple job that would not take him more than twenty-four hours. He was donned in black fitted jeans and a white T-shirt with long sleeves. To top it all was a raincoat that he was fond off and a Harambee Stars cap that concealed his eyes. A ringing sound came through the speakers followed by a lady’s voice informing passengers that they had reached their destinations and some directions on how to alight, not to forget the appreciation for choosing them. Well, all this were just gibberish to him. The death of Luyenji had seized a toll on him and he was so yearning for revenge. The late TMU director was like a father and dear friend to him, so was Myra
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HUNT FOR MYRA 1. ALL BEGINNINGS
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HUNT FOR MYRA 7. CONTINUA
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