CHAPTER FIVE
13th January, 2009.
Lagos, Nigeria.John Summers woke up at a few minutes past 6am. After saying a quick prayer, he got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to have his bath. Fifteen minutes later, he was done taken his shower, and began to get dressed. Twenty minutes after, he was done dressing, he left the room, and went downstairs for breakfast.
As he stepped into the elevators, he reminisced about the events of the previous evening. He had taken a stroll around the hotel premises, and down the street where the hotel was situated, and he enjoyed what he saw. He was beginning to feel like he likes Lagos, and the thought of relocating to Lagos was becoming more appealing. A lot of things about Lagos looked appealing to him, from the weather wasn’t as cold as the winter where he was coming from, to the hotel he was staying in which has the same facilities that a hotel in any of the first world country would have. The communChapter SixJanuary, 14th , 2009.New York City, USA.Danny woke up a few minutes after 5’o clock, he quickly went into the bathroom to shower, he put on his sports gear, and his sneakers and went to the gym located down the street.As he exercised on the treadmill, thoughts of Wolfgang and his partner filled his mind. He wondered for a moment if he could penetrate through a member of Wolfgang’s staff, but he dismissed the thought as soon as he came, Wolfgang’s staff must have been suspicious of their boss, and would know that if he was behind those murders, then their lives are at risk, so they wouldn’t want to fraternize with anyone from the outside.Thirty minutes after he began to exercise on the treadmill, a beautiful woman walked past him, and started excercising on the treadmill right next to his.Danny paused what he was doing for a moment, and turned to look at th
Chapter Seven15th JANUARY 2009.LAGOS, Nigeria.Lekan Johnson got up from his bed at 5 am, he hardly slept throughout the night.He had woken up at some minutes past one, he had a nightmare and wasn’t able to sleep again. He had dreamt that a man dressed in all black whose body was looking burnt all over, was chasing him. He kept running away from the man, and did not see the huge pit in front of him. He fell into the pit, and kept falling, as the pit did not seem to have an end.When he woke up, he prayed with his rosary, he had recited the apostles creed and every other prayer he could think of.He was praying when he slept off again, and had the same dream, this time it was a horse-like bird with long vampire teeth, that was chasing him, he had fallen into the same pit. He had the same dream, all through the night, never sleeping for more than fifteen minutes, before waking up again.&nb
Chapter EightNew Brunswick, New Jersey, USA.Manuel Rodriguez left his home in New Brunswick, New Jersey, on his way to New York for his meeting with Cummins.He took a taxi to the train station in Trenton. He had to wait for fifteen minutes, before the train arrived.He got on the train, and sat down on a window seat.He put on his headphones and listened to Jay-Z’s music, turning the volume up to the highest.He also pretended to read a book so as to discourage a conversation with the man sitting beside him, he also texted each of the other four members of his gang, to meet them at the usual meeting venue in the Bronx.As the train moved, he went down memory lane.Rodriguez first came into the US as an illegal immigrant from Mexico in nineteen ninety-nine as a nineteen-year-old, he had crossed the border between Los Angeles and Mexico.When he first got to the States
16th January, 2009.LAGOS, Nigeria.John Summers woke up by 6:10 am, he quickly went to take his bath. He’d be checking out of the hotel by 7am, and he’d have to get dressed as fast as possible in order to be right on schedule, he had already packed his luggages the night before.By 6:45, he was fully dressed, and ready to checkout of the hotel.He locked the door to his hotel room, and dragged his suitcase, down the hallway and into the elevators, his laptop bag slung on his back.The elevator took him down to the groundfloor, and he stepped out and walked towards the checkout counter. As soon as he stepped out of the elevators, a bellboy rushed towards him and took his suitcase from him, pulling it to the checkout counter. The woman at the checkout counter typed away at her keyboard for a few minutes, before handing him his hotel bill for him to sign.He signed his bill, and paid with his card.
CHAPTER TENOn the spur of the moment, he decided to go and unwind at the club downtown. He had a quick bath, and changed his clothes, before leaving his house, he drove to the club in his Lambourghini Gallardo. He got to the club thirty minutes later, parked his car, and walked towards the club entrance.At the entrance, he greeted the Puerto Rican bouncer, Xavier who’s always stationed at the entrance of the club, standing at attention like a soldier. He handed the boucer, two hundred dollar bills, and walked into the club without waiting to acknowledge his stiff “thank you”.As he entered the club, he saw a very familiar face, it didn’t take him long to remember who the person is and where he had met him. Faruq was an old rapper friend, who he’d met in Texas. Then he remembered that Faruq is Nigerian, the sort of person he needed to see at the moment. He walked up to him.“Yo wassup dawg&rdquo
Chapter ElevenNew York City, USA.Danny sat with two of his fellow senior special agents in the office of the head of the field office, they were discussing Wolfgang’s case and a host of similar cases that’s being investigated by agents of the field office.He’d had to tell his boss, rather shamefully, that he has not really made much progress in the investigation of Edwin Wolfgang, and would like to be given a lot more time to unravel the connection between Wolfgang and the murders.When he said that, Wayne had given him an ice-cold look, and had proceeded to give him a long talk on how he should be stepping up his game, and what his failure to nail Wolfgang would mean for the bureau and the public.They discussed ongoing investigations, and intelligence gathering in the ongoing counter-terrorism fight for sometime, with Wayne giving his commendations, criticisms, and reprimands as the case may be. They
CHAPTER TWELVESummers looked at his wristwatch, it was 3:55pm, about five minutes to closing time.He got up from his chair, and walked over to the file cabinets, to see if there was still any of his personal effects lying there.He checked thoroughly, and was satisfied that there was none.He checked his briefcase, and his backpack, everything was intact.He picked up his things, and locked his office door for the final time in his life.He walked over to the personnel office to drop the keys, as he walked down the hallway he checked Whitefield’s office, the door was locked.‘He might be waiting for me outside’ he thought to himself. He walked on to the personnel office, and saw Whitefield coming out of the office.“Hey John, the staff association is organizing a going- away dinner for us” Whitefield said. “That would be nice, where are they holding the din
Chapter ThirteenNew Brunswick, New Jersey, USA.Cummins drove into the parking lot of one of the coziest restaurant in downtown New Brunswick, and got out of his car. He opened the back door of the car, and retrieved a small bag from the backseat, before locking the car.He walked out of the parking lot, and into the restaurant, ignoring the doorman who had offered to take his coat from him. Once he was inside the restaurant, he chose a table for two close to the fireplace, and sat down there, waiting for Rodriguez.He looked around the dining room, totally oblivious of the two men dressed in black suits, who had been following him right from when he left the party, and were now sitting two tables away from him, and casting furtive glances at him.A waiter approached him, and offered to take his order, but he declined, telling him that he’s wating for someone, and until the person comes, he’d not be ordering anything. A