Taurus had assumed one of the locked up men would know where to turn off the power supply from the solar panel and he’d been right.
It turned out that the power house was located outside the building, behind the security post by the front gate, where the police currently loitered. The cops couldn’t get in either, because the gates that surrounded the school were all wired to the security system.
He looked for electrical wiring along the walls that he could cut to see what would happen and found nothing. The building obviously had underground and in-wall, wiring.
It was getting near closing time and parents had begun arriving. Taurus had peeped from the first floor balcony and saw the police trying to control the crowd, keeping them away from getting electrocuted by the iron fence.
Ironically, the people that would have turned off the power supply were tied up and locked in the security post and none of his crew members had thought to remain outside after securing the premises.
It was simple, they were screwed. If the proprietor had told the police how his security system worked, then the cops would probably be looking for avenues to cut the power source and enter the school.
No matter how he looked at it, there simply was no escaping this; it was either death or prison.
Wana dropped into her office chair with a sigh of relief. The boutique business could be hectic sometimes, especially since she prided herself in personally taking care of all her customers, despite her sales girls, and then sometimes, it was boring.
It was why she took manuscripts from her husband’s work load to read at work, it made boring days move faster or unnoticed.
When Daniel hadn’t called or arrived at her boutique, she’d been disappointed but not worried. She scoffed at herself then, even if he’d called, she wouldn’t have heard since she’d left her phone in her small office after his call about three hours ago.
He had probably decided to go straight to the important meeting. She would see him at home anyway and she’d collect that hug and kiss and more, she had really missed him these few days.
Without looking at the clock, she knew it would soon be time to pick Tony from school. It had become an instinct of sorts, there was just an overwhelming consciousness that informed her it was time to pick her boy from school and when she confirmed by actually checking the time, she’d always been right.
Biting her lips in contemplation, she made plans to branch the market after picking Tony, to buy groceries so she’d prepare something special for Daniel. She loved when he got all romantic and amorous after eating one of her special meals, and she needed him to be romantic and amorous tonight.
Wana was quickly remembering how sensually needy she could be during pregnancy and this one seemed more intense, especially building in strength since her husband had been gone for days.
Smiling at her plan and completing her grocery list, she finally reached for her phone and clicked the side button to wake the screen. She frowned when she saw that a call was still reading…Daniel’s call.
Ruefully shaking her head with a chuckle, knowing Daniel would be pissed when he finds out he hadn’t ended the call, Wana reached her thumb to tap the end button but then instinctively stopped and put the phone to her ear with a curious smile.
But the smile was wiped off her face when shouting suddenly ensued in the background.
“…everything ends now! The whole operation, the kidnapping, the recollection of my money, it ends now!”
Wana frowned, she became breathless as silence suffused the phone line. Kidnapping, she thought in dread, what did Daniel have to do with kidnapping?
“Didn’t you hear me?!” The person screamed, “Get the fuck out of my…”
There was a scuffle that caused Wana to whimper, she could clearly hear the landing of punches, then heavy breathing…
Then a new, scruffy voice said, “I don’t need him, if he’s dead, he’ll make a perfect fall guy for all these when the police finally come.”
“It makes perfect sense, but I’ll put him in the cell for the main time, he’s obviously of no use to anybody now,” a heaving voice said, possibly the guy that had just punched someone.
“Take the gun, incase those people are awake, no need for them to try anything…especially that Morgan,” the scruffy voice spat with decided venom in his tone.
Wana held her breath as she waited. Her sweaty palm squeezed the phone, pressing it tightly to her ear in her anxiety. She was vaguely conscious of what might have happened but she refused to believe it, even after she’d heard Morgan’s name. These people had guns and could kill anybody that stood in their way as she’d just heard the scruffy voice say.
She didn’t want to believe this kind of thing could happen to her or someone she knew, it felt like a nightmare, but her consciousness was slowly familiarizing her mind with it, and her chest was now thumping so hard, she feared the people on the other line would hear.
“What the hell is going on at the school?” scruffy voice snapped.
Immediately, Wana was alarmed…
“We should just go to the school,” a new voice declared succinctly and there was a grunt of agreement and immediate movements.
Wana stood from her seat in reaction, as though she too would go to the school spoken about. Could it be her kid’s school? Could it be these thugs had stole her husband’s phone? Please God, let it be they stole Daniel’s phone, she prayed unconsciously.
“I want to start calling for ransom when I get back,” scruffy voice said, “The last guy we brought in from the airport, what’s his name?” he asked, clicking his fingers as though to recall.
“Yes, that one, he’d been very willing to pay to protect his family, so…”
Silence suddenly followed a small beep sound in her ear, it took a few seconds for Wana to realize that the call had ended on its own, possibly her husband’s airtime had finally finished, right along with the hope that his phone could have been stolen to make this situation not so serious.
When she dragged the phone from her ear with a sob of despair, she was shocked to see ‘saving recording’ and a rolling ball on the front of her screen.
She didn’t know whether to laugh that she’d once again, mistakenly, recorded her call, or cry at the confirmed, horrid reality that her husband had been kidnapped.
Eddy had been relieved to finally walk out of the hall that had hosted the seminar she’d attended with Cecil. It had been a few minutes to three when they’d finally left the crowd of Cecil’s admirers who’d insisted on greeting the first female DSS Director of Security in the South of Nigeria.
She shook her head ruefully as she parked her car at the DSS headquarters’ parking lot. Cecil had made vague excuses about keeping an elusive appointment and had said she would meet her back here at the office.
Sighing as she finally got out of the car, Eddy’s hand unconsciously went to rub her swelling stomach, she was glad that at four months, her stomach wasn’t so big.
Her eyes searched the parking lot unconsciously and found her husband’s car, she smiled and then she frowned, because he shouldn’t still be there, he should have gone to pick the kids already.
Eddy scoffed, or had he forgotten? She marched straight to the office he shared with Morgan, opened it, her mouth was already open, ready to rant about his lateness when she realized there was nobody in there.
She entered the scantily furnished office, sat down with a heavy sigh of relief and brought out her phone to call him, but Wana’s call came in then.
Wana was sobbing uncontrollably, “Eddy, we have to do something, I think out husbands have been kidnapped. There was a recording…I heard them say it…they called Daniel and Morgan’s name…I don’t know if our kids…Eddy…Oh God, we have to do something!” she wailed.
Eddy had never seen or heard Wana become hysterical, except during delivery. But the little she could get from her garble, instantly plummeted her heart into her stomach; their husbands had been kidnapped?
Fear threatened to enclose her air ways, but she had to be the voice of reason here, not when Wana sounded crazed.
“Calm down, Wana, what makes you say our husbands have been kidnapped?” because she really couldn’t imagine that happening.
“Weren’t you listening?!” she screamed and Eddy heard cars zooming in the background, her heart begun thudding.
“Jesus, Wana, are you driving?” she asked in alarm, in her present state, she might be reckless.
“I’m speeding to our kids’ school because they might also be kidnapped, Eddy!”
“This is preposterous, Wana, is this like a joke, because it isn’t funny,” Eddy said and didn’t even realized that her voice had risen, just like her heart rate had increased.
“Joke?!” Wana screeched into the phone, “You think I would joke about something like this?! Okay, answer me this, where is Slay? You work at the same place right? Where is Morgan?”
Then Wana went ahead and slammed extendedly on the horn of her car, “Get out of my way!” she screamed and slammed on her horn again, other cars following suit, it became a cacophony of horns as Eddy listened trying to calm her heart before she had a panic attack.
“I have to call, Alero…” she said more to herself than to Eddy and ended the call.
Even though she didn’t want to believe it, Wana had a point. Both Morgan and Slay’s cars were parked in the lot, and Slay should’ve gone to pick the kids by now…
“Hey,” she stopped a fellow agent on the corridor, “Have you seen Ubong Ebong or Morgan Ekpembe around?” she asked, her pulse palpitating alarmingly.
The agent shook his head and carried on. She asked the same question at the reception and was told they’d been gone all morning. The guys at the security post said they climbed into a blue van that morning and hadn’t returned since.
Eddy raced as fast as her pregnancy could allow, she drove like a maniac, garnering curious stares from people, while she put a call to Cecil.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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