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The Syndicate Chapter VIII
Seventeen kilometers away east of Olympia a street boy sat in front of two supercomputers in an abandoned house in Avondale. The house was opposite the only old shopping complex in the area. Externally the house looked abandoned and unused meanwhile it housed two latest computers operating at supersonic speed whose hard drives were connected in series and measured up to five hundred zettabytes. The combined processing speed was faster than the speed of sound. No individual in the country could afford such expensive machines. They were procured on a government-to-government contract at an exorbitant cost. The purchase was one of the preconditions that the Syndicate had imposed on the government for the guaranteed success of the operation.Justin had all he required for the speedy execution of his tasks with high speed internet connecting him to every part of the world in a twinkling of an eye. The different printers he was supplied had the latest software enabling him to genera
The Syndicate Chapter IX
She was in the house, not sure which part of Lusaka. She did not ask the taxi driver any question but allowed herself to be chauffeured as per instructions. She needed to be like a lamb silently being taken to the sacrificial altar. She didn’t know what was going on in the mind of the driver, at least she didn’t care to know. Her achievements were greater than anything else. The bus with her fortunes drove to the opposite direction as per her strict instructions as well. He left her at the door and drove off. She was to wait for the doctor to alter her looks permanently. She looked forward with shimmering hope at how she was going to spend the money as a new metamorphosed individual. Tamara was going to be dead and resurrected into a new and pressure free woman. She did not care to start a new life as long as its roots were anchored in the wealth she walked away with. It was a well-known fact that in as much as money brought happiness, it also brought death and miseries as at
The Syndicate Chapter X
The place was live and invigorating, appropriate for a lone young man. There wasn’t much pandemonium as compared to Kabwata and other such drinking places. Only the high-class people patronized such places. The high prices of beverages and beers chased away stray people who only came to loiter. The place called for people with heavy and deep pockets and partially blind on their spending habits. The young man entered Capone’s with an excitement like never before. It was the first time he entered such a posh pub for a cold beer. Justin did not mind the cost of patronizing such a place anymore, he saw himself as part of the elite in society. The money that he struggled so hard to raise in the streets of Lusaka was suddenly part of his life. He walked in slowly, looking around for an empty table. It was his time to feel what other people felt. His black Calvin Klein Jean fitted him well coupled with a green golf t-shirt which revealed his muscular biceps. His charcoal gray canvas
The Syndicate Chapter XI
The Inspector was walking down the aisle with the constable following behind. Three months had passed and still no tangible results for his superiors. The bank robber disappeared from his presence and he could not account for where she was. He tried all the contacts he had both local and international. Nothing seemed to work. There was no trace of the young woman. A day after Tamara was seen leaving the airplane in Tanzania, he had personally flown to Dar-es-Salaam and started the trail from there only to hit a dead wall in Syria.It was the first time in his entire life to have been beaten by a lone robber. A robber seemed to have done her homework thoroughly well. After he came back from Dar-es-Salaam, he got the mobile phone that she dumped in the vault and thought to uncover and discover some clues. To his surprise, the phone was as good as a brand new one. It was as though she wanted him to have easy access to it without the difficult of unlocking and cracking the lock co
The Syndicate Chapter XII
The three experts sat at the most powerful Red Brick building going through a secret document letter by letter. The time was tight and the results were incredulous. They had in front of them the budget, which the Finance Minister would be presenting to Parliament in few days’ time. These were financial gurus, with intelligence to accurately advise the head of state on the viability and practicability of the national budget. One of them was the financial director for the Red Brick and the other two were mere cleaners in the biggest hospital and the highest learning institution in the country respectively. They were the most dependable operatives for the Red Brick House. The director’s job was just to take classified minutes with eyes only. The two were the only ones to comment and render their professional judgment, which would later be delivered by hand, to the President. The president knew the secret agents personally and through his authority, they were both employed at the
The Syndicate Chapter XIII
It’d been ten days since he was fired from the service he held so dearly. Even though people say time is the best healer, he wasn’t sure whether he could ever heal from the excruciating wounds he was inflicted with. The service was inhuman and too large for him to wait for a compassionate call from the Inspector General. It had no eyes to see, no nerves to feel and of course, no ears to hear his agonizing cries. He cried in his lonely abode without his family knowing. The tears of the police officer demanded justice, for he had not committed any crime. Something somewhere was wrong and he felt invigorated to stand up and find out. Two days ago, he called the new Inspector of the anti-fraud inquiring about the progress of the investigation. To his amazement, he had been ordered to stand down and discontinue the case. Such a thing had never happened. A crime of such nature and magnitude deserved extra attention and resources attached to it. While scratching his bald-head, Mwend
The Syndicate Chapter XIV
It was a cool Wednesday morning exactly twenty-one days since Kelly murdered Justin in cold blood. She mourned for him and slowly she started healing. Since the heist, the young woman had not known peace and never enjoyed the money she had. She sat in her couch and wondered what she needed to do to get her peace and life back. True she had a lot of money to bring her the joy and happiness she desired, but other extenuating factors were at play. Jessie knew from Kelly that there were a few more people who knew her new identity and these were the enemies she needed to face. How? She wasn’t sure.Some things were at stake. As long as she wasn’t alone in the deal, she would never know peace. She would always have to look over her shoulder. After all, her former self was the most wanted person in the country not the newly created Jessie. She was as free to move like every other person in Zambia. Jessie vowed to know who was involved and who knew her identity. The knowledge would pr
The Syndicate Chapter XV
When her phone rung, she knew the caller. Only two people knew her line: - Kelly and the private investigator who had become her mercenary. The latter was only to communicate five times over the entire operation. This first call implied four more calls then she would be free. She paced back and forth in her newly acquired apartment. She wished she told him the order of execution, but she chose to leave it up to him. He was a professional. He knew how best to handle such matters. The young woman was slowly getting used to her new personality, though she still led a lonely life.It was Kelly. He was the first victim. The caller was direct and saved her the details. The act impressed Jessie because he was the closest to her. He knew her most. His death was as important as her need for oxygen. Kelly brought her into the mess she found herself in and she saw him gone. He probably thought she was a pawn in the world chessboard who could easily be got rid of. The Investigator was tho
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