The flushed window went down like a pile of dominoes with bullets flying through the suddenly open space like pellets of rice. Stake, Mast, Crow and Fada went flat on the tiled floor and began scrambling away from the door connecting the external stairs.
Unknowingly, at that moment, their thoughts were unilaterally the same…getting away from the room. They struggled to get through the opposite door, and they tried to do this at once and without getting up. The idea was to get away from the deadly danger that might be approaching and still protect themselves from stray bullets.
Though unaware of the origin of this sudden danger, they piled over themselves in a bid to get out of the room and into the corridor that led to the general direction of the sitting rooms…
…He had broken radio silence, and was screaming warnings into the radio feed, while exchanging shots with the unknown gun men.
Slay warned his squad men, the ones going into the house through the main stair, to be wary of an ambush…
…At the radio message from their squad leader, the five DSS squad men, cautiously went down three steps and immediately deviced a plan to breach the house incase there was an actual ambush in play. They decided that several cannisters of tear gas would obfuscate the ambush attack…
…While the squad men planned their line of attack, Kiki was invariably granted a time window to lead her boss out of the house.
They hadn’t specifically choosen this house for escaping reasons, but then, they’d had no reason to think they’d need to escape at any point. Everything had been under strict planning…still, the house was a gold mine of escape routes.
“You need to lose the heels, boss,” she told a frantic Patrice as she led her from the mini parlor, through a corridor that would lead to the single stair, decending into the giant, expensively furnished, downstair sitting room.
From the sounds of gunfire, the shooting was concentrated at the back of the house. This was to their advantage because the car, with all the money was parked out side a side gate. They would easily reach this side gate by using the kitchen at the side of the building.
Patrice had removed her black heels and hiked up her purple penciled skirt to enable her move freely. They were half way down the stairs when glass shattered above the stairs. Kiki made Patrice bend while quickening their decent.
Half way across the giant sitting room, Kiki looked back and was in time to see Stake surfacing at the head of the stairs. She cocked her gun and immediately emptied bullets at his general direction, detering him from following them.
Wood splints flew off the polished bannister, bullets holes appeared like chicken pox on the formally, white painted wall. And Kiki kept shooting, moving backwards towards the door that Patrice had earlier ran through. When her gun clicked for lack of bullets, she rushed out the door into the night that smelled strongly of gun powder…
“Why is Kiki shooting at us?!” Mast asked hysterically. “Who are this people shooting?!”
Another glass shattered and they, four of them, flattened their bodies on the tiled floor.
“They are escaping,” Stake muttered angrily.
“There’s that door in between the kitchen and dinning area, it leads to the side gate…”
Stake interrupted Crow over the din of gun shots. “They are going for the car and the money,” he shouted and flung himself down the stairs after just a brief cursory glance of the spacious sitting room.
The other three men followed closely. But unfortunately, as they raced down the stairs and were about to traisped the sitting room to the door Kiki had just used, the DSS men decided to burst through the front door at that moment.
Four cannisters of tear gas exploded in quick succession, spraying eye stinging smoke all over the room, Stake and his team were immediately blinded and rendered useless.
“Drop your weapons!”
“On your knees!”
“Hands in the air!”
This commands rent the air as the face mask wearing squad men rounded the four, painfully groaning kidnappers, putting them in handcuffs.
Questions were shouted about any other inhabitants of the house. Fada offered replies, directing the squad men to the windowless room that Manny was held captive. In their search, they found the mini parlor and an unconscious Mendie and down the hall, they had to break down a sturdy door to bring out a weak and totally brow beaten Manny.
…Eddy approached the main gate on a run but bent from the waist. The smaller gate lay slightly opened, and with a hammering heart she squated by it, then slowly, she reached out pushed the gate, opening it wider until she heard the iron bang on the fence, signaling its limit.
Lessons from all the extra security courses she’d taken came back to her. She rolled and came up on one knee, pointing the gun in a arc as she scanned the parked cars in the front yard.
Sporadic gun shots seemed to be coming from the back of the house. She did the bend and run thing again, sliding through spaces in between cars and decided to use the right side of the building to approach the back.
It was a narrow space between the humongous building and the high fence. Eddy scanned the length of it carefully before proceeding to race through it still crouching.
Gun shots from beyond the drapes covered glass windows sent her sprawling flat on rough cement ground. A door was ahead and like a flash, it opened, letting out a fleeing lady, the light from the open door way allowed Eddy to see that her gown was purple in colour.
Eddy couldn’t tell if she was an escaping victim or a criminal. Just then the shooting ceased, she quickly got to her feet and began jogging, intending to go after the fleeing lady, but, instead, she ran smack into…
“Sifon!” Eddy exclaimed in numb shock when she saw the gun in her father’s maid’s hand.
“No, the name’s Kiki,” she said snidely, punching Eddy on the nose before she could recover from her shock.
Kiki went for another punch, but Eddy, using her impressive height to advantage, leaned backwards, taking a step back but swiftly returned with a left handed punch to Kiki’s sternum.
The slimmer woman went limp, bending over in a fit of pain, Eddy grabbed the neck of her t.shirt and began dragging her up…but Kiki followed the upward momentum, pushing forward in the process and slamming the back of her head under Eddy’s nose.
Even in distress, Eddy head and felt the crunch of her nose muscles, the pain went directly to her brain, she grabbed her nose and howled nasally.
Kiki straightened, still grabbing the shirt around her chest in pain, she turned sideways, preparing to finish Eddy off with a swiping kick to her bent face. A battle cry left her throat, her right leg raised and Eddy could see the approaching kick over the hand covering her bleeding nose…
She raised the glock then, having still held on to it during the fight, and fired three bullets into her thin thigh. Kiki gracelessly dropped like a sack of potatoes, screaming in a high pitched cry of pain.
“You shot me! You shot me!,” she kept crying, while Eddy straightened, holding her nose and bending backwards to stem the blood flow.
“Yeah well, you broke my nose,” she snapped nasally while rushing to the side gate, getting there in time to see the Toyota Camry driving off in a cloud of dust.
Obviously, Sifon, the maid, had been the informant for Top Man. And her father had trusted her so much that she’d been sent on countless trips to the bank, on behalf of himself. And she still didn’t know if the fleeing lady was a victim or foe.
Eddy angrily returned to the groaning girl on the ground. If she was even a girl, Eddy thought, her slim and innocent look had deceived them all.
She knelt and roughly turned Kiki around, who groaned and yelped in pain. “Who’s that woman that just drove away?” Eddy asked, using her left hand to swipe away the slowly dripping blood from her nose.
Kiki’s eyes flashed defiantly, she refused to say a word. Eddy nodded as if in understanding, who would want to expose their boss at a time like this? She stood, cocked her gun and fired a shot into her other thigh. Kiki screamed again, her eyes widening in shocked disbelief.
“Who.Was.The.Woman?” she asked, counting out each word concisely…Kiki spilled everything.
The information that Top Man was a woman and not just a woman but her mother, left her speechless. Her heart twisted painfully, she couldn’t understand how a mother would do this terrible thing to her kid…kids.
“Where is she headed?” Eddy forced herself to ask, even though all she wanted to do was curl up and cry. Kiki told Eddy about their plan as she heard running foot steps approaching.
“Put your hands in the air!” Slay commanded, pointing his tavor at the kneeling figure a few feets away.
“It’s just me,” Eddy called out nasally but obeying the command any way.
“Eddy?” Slay aproached with a frown and a sick feeling in his gut. He dropped his gun when he got to her, “Are you mad? I asked you, specifically, to remain in the vehicle!” he shouted hysterically, his mind devising several situations were she could have been hurt. The other gun men, though three dead and one wounded, could have happened upon her and would not have hesitated to shoot, especially with her DSS printed vest.
Eddy slowly got to her feet and wondered why he was so angry, while other squad men spilled from the side door.
“Top Man is my mother,” she informed him slowly, still finding the notion unbelievable.
“You should have remained in the car,” he grounded out, using a finger under her chin to lift her face. His hand shook when he saw the blood on her broken nose, he growled angrily.
“I’m fine,” Eddy assured, but Slay wordlessly turned, picked his gun and marched away from her.
Not having time to dwell on his anger, she turned to the nearest squad guy and relayed the information she’d gotten from Kiki on Top Man’s where about. Eddy was assured by the other squad man that joined them later, that they’d inform Slay at once, and would pursue the lead.
She nodded and asked where her father and brother where, she walked into the giant sitting room and spied them huddled together on one of the leather couches. Eddy sobbed happily, hurried to them and engulfed them in a tight hug…her family was safe.
SLAY SILENTLY FUMED IN THE speeding hillux as they followed the information that Top Man, surprisingly, Eddy’s mom, was going to change cars at a certain church premises.
What had she been thinking, putting herself in danger like that? Absolutely anything could have happened an he would have lost her.
He sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes wearily. He had dialled his uncle and informed him to send the police over to the house, it was also their case and he trully wanted to see detective Moses’ face when he saw him.
Another sigh escaped him when he thought of Eddy’s bloodied face. She could have died, he huffed, shaking his leg nervously and looking out of the window of the moving car, unseeingly.
“If it makes you feel any better, she called you the love of her life,” Elijah said without turning to Slay on the passenger’s seat.
The other guys at the back pretended not to hear their conversation. Slay paused his nervous leg shake and turned sharply.
“I said, if it makes you feel any better, she called you the love of her life just before she gave me the Vulcan Nerve Pinch,” he reiterated, touching his neck and grumbling about the inappropriateness of teaching a woman such a lethal technique.
Slay heard the muffled laughs at the back of the car, he didn’t care, Eddy loved him. Elijah had been wrong though, it didn’t make him feel better, he felt worse. Granted, he was happy that she finally reciprocated his feelings, even though he would have still pursued her, regardless of said feelings.
But, what if she’d been killed in that intense fire exchange? How would he have survived not having her in his life?
The story continues
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