Two weeks later, Fred finally met face to face with Mike Okpo.
After weeks of exchanging vague messages on face book, they later graduated to speaking on phones and now, they were meeting at a rowdy bar down town.
Fred was terrified of the man, but it didn’t stop him from punching him the moment they met and after that shook his hand.
“What was that for?” Mike bristled.
“That’s for setting me up…now we can do business,” he said calmly, as though he wasn’t shaking inside.
Mike Okpo stared at the young man contemplatively before sitting down, “Fair enough,” he said after looking around and not finding anybody remotely interested in their scuffle.
He wanted Fred to hack into the CBN, Akwa Ibom branch. Fred had never thought of such a thing even though he was quite genius at basically everything with a pattern. And the old fox insisted that Fred do all the work on his own laptop.
Everything was set up on the laptop Fred was given. The soft blue print of the CBN’s platform was prominently displayed, and all Fred had to do was apply his genius to finding a way into trillions.
That the man could devise such a plan showed the height of his despicability. Fred noticed that his assistant sat behind him with a look of trepidation, he obviously didn’t subscribe to what his employer was about to do.
Fred’s pay in the job was a billion naira; two, if he could finish it the same day.
Since it was a rowdy bar, noise surrounded them and nobody paid any mind to anybody. Two hours later, when Fred had asked Mike a million leading questions; questions that made him explain his aim in details, a fight broke up behind them.
Mike Okpo wasn’t known for curbing his temper; at least, his assistant was sure of this. By the time the fight broke out, Mike was already incensed at having to explain every tiny detail to Fred.
When Silvia pushed Udeme in a mock fight and he staggered exaggeratingly, enough to push Mike from his seat, that well known temper of Mike’s snapped.
Udeme staggered to his feet and turned to look at Mike with an apologetic expression, but then it changed, “You!” he shouted, “You lying shit of a man!”
Mike usually regarded himself as a celebrity and he expected to be treated as such; that someone mentioned shit in the same sentence with his name was too much, he exploded.
He flung an enraged punch at Udeme, who surprisingly dodged and retaliated, the force flinging Mike over the next table, his suit flapping comically.
Fred sat stunned, Mike’s assistant mirrored his expression and as though their brains were connected, they both rushed to stop Mike from doing anything he would regret later.
But Mike was beyond redemption; he growled like a rabid animal while getting to his feet. The noise in the bar had quadrupled and everybody, though, ninety-nine percent were still in their seats, were riveted at the impromptu show. It wasn’t rare that a fight broke out at this particular bar, it was actually expected.
So, there was nothing alarming about the two men who seemed ready to want nothing but to tear each other apart; nothing alarming, that is, until Mike pulled out a gun.
A collective roar of consternation went through the bar, Fred and the assistant docked, their hands covering their heads as though that could stop a bullet if shot at.
But a curious thing happened; Mike expected everyone, including his assailant to cower when he’d brought out a gun, but, the rest of the bar seemed to turn on him, everybody had guns pointed at him.
It took him a minute to realize that he was surrounded by cops. Ette got up from where he’d been sitting and approached the laptop Fred had been working on.
“Hey, step away from that,” Mike barked.
“Or what, Mike Okpo?” Ette asked casually, while slowly playing back the recording of all he’d explained to Fred on the laptop.
Mike’s eyes widened in shock, at that moment, he looked all of his age…an old man.
“Give it up, Mike, we have you now, it’s over.”
Growling again, he looked around desperately, his eyes searching for possible escape routes, then it settled on Fred, still crouched on the ground by his assistant.
“You set me up!” he screamed rabidly and swung the gun at a terrified Fred.
“Shit! Oh fuck!” Fred exclaimed and fell backwards trying to get away from the mad man. Pandemonium broke out, the cops kept shouting for Mike to drop his weapon and to stay where he was, but the old man was bent on exacting revenge on Fred.
Since the bar had seats everywhere, making traversing difficult, Mike lowered the gun to get a seat out of his way, two bottles of beer shattered on his head. Mike’s expression registered disbelief and shock before his eyes rolled up and he fell forward in a dead faint.
Fred had to scoot back, widening his legs to avoid Mike’s head and behind the fallen man stood Emma, with two jagged necks of former beer bottles and a heaving, very pregnant stomach.
Silence reigned for only a second because everyone was shocked and then an uproar erupted. Cheers at Emma’s courage from the whole annex division of the DSS. She smiled but made her way to where Fred sat on the floor.
“Are you okay?” she asked, making herself heard over the din.
“I never want to do that again,” he replied, shaking his head and getting to his feet while some agents, Theophilus and Timothy, cuffed Mike Okpo. Ette came over to make sure they had done it correctly before patting Fred on the back.
“Well done, son,” he smiled. “And thank you, for introducing Udeme to me, that guy is a gift.”
Fred shook his head, “He pointed a gun at me, that’s not funny,” he complained and uncle and niece laughed at him.
Emma put her arm around his waist, “No, it isn’t, Fred,” she said smiling with a flirty look at him, “But, I can make it up to you,” she wiggled her eye brows comically and he finally laughed, putting his arm about her shoulders lovingly.
Fred married Emma in a very, very small wedding. He finally resumed work at his father’s group of companies and he never paid back the money he took to pay rent.
The DSS annex changed to Special Duties because they got recognized for solving a big case and the paper trail invariably led to the corrupt agent Mike had paid to send off the file in the first place.
Mike had been tried and with conclusive evidence, imprisoned for all his crimes.
Udeme got employed at Special Duties; it turned out that he was talented at under cover work after all. He and Silvia are saving up for their special occasion.
Theophilus and Timothy are still their dumb selves. And Stella lives to leech on gullible men.
Mask had become the Alpha wolf but he hated it. He realized something about himself, he thrived on bossing the boss; he is quietly searching for the next Alpha wolf.
Emma found out what Kayanmata is but has not told Fred about it, she plans on showing him on their honeymoon.
I started out this story as a romantic comedy, but in the course of writing it, I discovered something about myself – I cannot just wakeup and decide to write a comedy, it’s impossible. It’s better I write a story and the humor in it just happens along.
Anyway, I tried and this is what came of it…
Seriously, though, what if the world was as ridiculous as this story portrays? Then our present reality would be regarded ridiculous.
What if cult groups were only interested in slapping girl’s buttocks; what if impregnating a woman wasn’t regarded as a do or die affair; what if problems with the cops were settled with dance battles; what if criminals were old men and young men were generally without much courage; what if beautiful girls actually fell in love with loser kind of guys; what if we had the luxury of not being responsible anything in our lives for a period of time; what if criminals were this easy to apprehend?
I think life would be way easier if this was the case. I hope you enjoyed my ridiculous, comedic effort. Ciao!
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