Category: ONE NIGHT

******ONE NIGHT******* Chapter 2, Part 3******

Take that shot.

The Russian paced the room, waiting, he didn’t bargain for this.. It was supposed to be a simple pick up in Africa. Now here he was, stuck in Nigeria, his KLM ticket lay on the bed. The Jacket flipped open. As he paced the room, he took an occasional glance at the ticket, with his passable English he could make out the words ‘Departure’ and that appointed time was 12:00. ‘Destination: Moscow. He hated being too far from his Service pistol. Naked wasn’t the word; vulnerable was appropriate. Now the departure time had elapsed.

Part of the deal his employers had ridiculously agreed to with the apparently inept Nigerian secret service was the guarantee that he would not be carrying a weapon on the trip.

He felt vulnerable being without his service pistol, not like he couldn’t handle himself, in fact he was far more dangerous than an average man wielding an AK47 rifle on a good day.

Considering part of his training had consisted of 16 hours with barely any warm clothing while being thrown into the Siberian Wilderness and left to fend for himself for that duration of time.

He had come out a changed man. His training officer had promised him; “if you can live through this Drakov, you can live through anything..”

The man had been right, 13 years and 8 gun shots wounds sustained while on two separate stints in Sarajevo, he had gained notoriety within the walls of the FSB as ‘The Ghost’.

Drakov lived for one thing and only one thing; his job. Having experienced extreme poverty during the dying days of the Soviet Union he saw his country change before his eyes but it never changed for him and his household. His Father, a local drunk but a proud and loyal socialist party member forbade him from partaking in what he called ‘the Western Devils reaping’.

The only place Drakov was allowed to find work once he was done with school was in the Army. There his father believed, were the last of Stalin’s Children.
He believed Gorbachev to be a rat, a cowering one at that.

Drakov had the advantage of being athletic and bright and therefore it placed him at the top of his regiment for all activities. He was a brilliant marksman and was soon noticed by the Elite Russian Commandos. It didn’t take long before the FSB came seeking his services.

On his first day at FSB headquarters he wondered what his father would have thought. he recalled the heart-break the man felt upon hearing of the disbandment of the KGB. He simply shrugged the thought aside, according to his briefings he wasn’t supposed to reveal his new operational status to anyone.

Siberia surely changed Drakov, his colleagues still whispered and made up stories about those hours he spent in the wilderness. The rest of them never lasted longer than 5 hours before shooting off their flares (the one and only thing they were allowed to carry). Drakov on the other hand came back to base on his own spending the full 16 hours.

To the Nigerians, the Russian’s protection was adequate but Drakov still didn’t believe their claims that his presence in the country was completely off the radar. His detection would have set off alarms in such places as Langley and M16. Intelligence analysts scrambling to find any form of connection with an active Russian agent’s presence in Nigeria and any other piece of significant information.

He still paced the room, he was due to make a phone call to his superiors.

Alexi Drakov was a man with little time. The package had failed to materialize and true to form the guys at local relations at predicted that lines of communications would be poor so he was on his and in the dark as to why he had not received the package or had not being updated on the condition of the package.

Drakov took out his special issue cell phone and pressed a single button. After two rings the line at the other end became open. The voice was indifferent and gruff; “has Damocles been recovered?”
“It still hangs by a tread” was all Alexi said. The line went dead.
He placed the cell phone back in his pocket and picked up his pack of cigarettes.
He needed something right now only one man within a 500meter radius could provide for him. He headed right out the hotel room and as he predicted was halted by his ‘sitters’ , two completely inept Secret service men who didn’t seem to discuss anything other than the English Premiership. He swiftly walked past the two of them and gestured with his hands that he’d be returning shortly then he bumped into a lady who seemed to have been keeping vigil over the adjacent door to his room. She seemed slightly flustered and immediately apologized.
Drakov didn’t wait to receive it but kept on moving towards the service stairs. One habit he had learned was never to spend longer than 2 minutes in any confined space in a building he had not secured personally.
His trainers had always told him; “you might as well put a bullet through your head if you don’t know what to expect when taking a long trip in an elevator once the door opens.
Drakov was soon at the Hotel bar and he immediately ordered 4 straight shots of vodka. In quick succession he knocked each glass back before lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling deeply.

He had to find a way to get information out of the Director he had met late last night upon his arrival without looking desperate.
Sadly, he was not one known to be subliminal or subtle.
The priority for him was getting the parcel to Moscow and no one could stop him.
Damocles needed to be secured and he was chosen for this special reason. He was the best.
He need to act fast even if it meant torturing the two ‘sitters’ left at his hotel room door.
With a clearer head and a sharper brain Drakov headed back to his room with a plan gradually forming in his head. He took the service stairs back up only to see his two minders sluggishly coming down the stairs obviously looking for him, he walked past them like they were strangers to him. They immediately queued up right behind him and continued their endless discussion about the finer points of the offside rule.
Just before they turned the corner onto his hotel room corridor, Drakov motioned the two ‘sitters’ to be quiet. He had heard something and didn’t want to take any chances. He made his back flat against the wall and drew up to the edge, after peeping over for about 5 seconds he drew back and started walking back towards the service stairs again. The two sitters looked at him puzzled for a split second before retreating as well and pulling out their cell phones. Drakov spun around and in one swift move dispossessed the two men of their phones.

He wasn’t going to take anymore chances with these guys.
He pulled out his special issue cell phone and pressed the single button. The response at the other was almost instant; “confirm receipt of Damocles….”
Drakov didn’t care to hear the rest of the encrypted question from his superior; “Damocles has been intercepted! I need Pegasus!” he cut the line immediately the voice on the other end of the line had given him specific instructions. He turned around to look at his two ‘sitters’ they stood staring at him motionless.

Drakov now had to revise his plan, he hadn’t anticipated this new development; Right in front of his hotel room stood two men and the same lady he had bumped into on his way out. The man in the middle held the parcel he had come to collect, Damocles.

He walked back to the corner turning into the hotel hallway in front of his room, as he peeped he watched as Dubem, Justice and Feyi deliberated on the brief case. Drakov wondered if he would have to kill any of these people. They seemed harmless.


>********ONE NIGHT CHAPTER 2 part 2*************

>****ONE NIGHT***

In her mind she was unseen by the entire world around her, this side of her was rarely seen except by her family who she had grown distant from. She sat on the single hotel room seat alone in the room. The lights were switched off and it was eerily silent and cold all around. The floor maid who had brought up the extra bed sheets a few minutes ago was still in the maid’s common room telling her co- workers about the woman in room 403.

In her words she was probably a spirit cause she couldn’t under stand why someone would want so much extra bed sheets. If the room was too cold which she observed really was, why didn’t she regulate the temperature to her liking.

The Strange woman had an idea the maid found everything all too creepy, but she didn’t care, all her life she was used to getting those odd stares and receiving the odd compliment. She always wanted something more out of the way from her parents at an early age, but the end results would always reveal a most long thought of idea, sometimes dark one. This made her parents eager and wary at the same time whenever she asked for something. The results not at all times mischievous but most times self serving left them speechless.

There was the time she asked them for a flute. Both parents never knew she had any interests in music or had taken a keen interest in music classes at school. But hoping it was a heart felt interest that made this request so heart warming, they obliged.
The first few days of her receiving the instruments didn’t reveal much. She clutched the flute all weekend as she got it on a Friday when her Dad came back from one of his usual out of town trips. But by the end of Monday the flute was gone.
A couple of days later She came home with a nice hair clip finely placed on her hair, this was followed by a bracelet and subsequently other fancy possessions that she claimed a nice teacher in school bought for her. At the end of the second week a nosy neighbor paid the family a visit and went on to causally state that the neighborhood blind man was making quite a fee for playing his flute at his usual spot. Apparently she had seen the little girl stop by the place more than usual.

That venture was immediately ended but she never gave up. From one scheme to another she worked on perfecting her ultimate plan.

Now here she was, sitting in her own sanctuary, thinking about the next move, Justice had obviously ruined things, but what ever was in that suitcase, it had to be most valuable, if not why would she have heard his father screaming at the top of his voice in a most unusual manner. Justices’ father was known to be a most calculative man. Possessing a cold exterior that was only exceeded by his precise brain. Something that was responsible for making him the head of the Nigerian Intelligence apparatus for the past 15 years.

Just an hour after she confirmed Justice had left the house with the supposed case she heard him as she wandered down the corridor pretending to head to the kitchen to go fetch some coffee. His voice was almost unrecognizable as he screamed into the phone receiver, most likely at his trusted assistant; “its gone, the brief case is gone!!! what am I going to tell them??? they’ll be here tonight God damn it!”

Justice had ruined things obviously, but instead of panic, her entire body was consumed with curiosity and thoughts of larger rewards.
Justice might finally be useful to her after all. There was just the slight problem of ‘Who’ the suitcase was with now.

She had not factored this into her plan at all. It was going to be pretty hard convincing Dubem to hand over the suitcase since to the best of the knowledge she knew nothing about it. Her plan wasn’t full proof no doubt. It was going to be one that would sacrifice another plan she had been executing for over a year now, but no matter how ambiguous the story behind this suitcase seemed, the rewards seemed far greater than making Dubem realize there was more to his girl friend than he knew.

She would have to act fast…..

>Why "ONE NIGHT" stopped..

>There are times when doubting myself really seems like my comfort zone. Days when the urge to do something is subdued by the creeping and then over whelming feeling of self doubt…”can i really do this?”

“Dubem still has
a story
to tell”

I started a story over a month ago, interesting and filled with suspense. In rapid succession i had churned out about two parts of what was supposed to be a 8 part series. The feed back was positive and interesting. Then like i mentioned earlier, without no criticism or negative feed back i began to doubt this endeavor. I told myself i couldn’t finish the story or make it as interesting as the first to parts i had put out.

This has always been a stumbling block for me; Myself. The constant compulsion to hold back when i know i can give more. It is something i am aware of but have never talked openly about, with family and friends.

Like i gladly embrace the mediocrity that comes with the desire not to push myself. The sad thing being that i have seen a glimpse of what my potentials can do, but also i have seen the things that my potentials can undo.

Confession is; i lose myself. I become someone i do not like and can never tolerate. The cockiness in me becomes dominant. Everything around me becomes beneath me. Yes, it happens to every one but I’d hate to see it become who i am.

Some might say it is human, some might say I’m just throwing up excuses because I’m avoiding taking that big step or embracing responsibility.

All i know is, I’m working my way through this.

Out of no where, a certain hunger has been gradually growing, a sort of hunger that i have tried to feed with my embraced mediocrity. The hunger still persists. Now i must choose to either starve it to death or feed it what it longs for, what i long for.

We want one and the same thing..

Taking the past couple of weeks to reflect and refocus has been rewarding is only understating the fact.

The story must be finished. I will complete even it even if the only reward i will get is pure satisfaction and a quenched immediate desire.

“One Night” will be completed i assure you.

Now I’m off to bed to imagine the whole story and its destined direction.

#Inothernews I’m done apologizing to this blog. Its mine damn it! I’ll do with it as i please.


>……………*ONE NIGHT*………………………..

………CHAPTER 2………………………

Justice couldn’t understand what was going on, he had taken the case from the man’s study as instructed and had given it the the young stranger in the restaurant who’s name was Dubem. He couldn’t understand any of it. She simply told him all he had to do was follow her instructions. Now here he was, totally clueless and regretful. He had several ungentlemanly words to throw at her the next time they would meet.

That wouldn’t have to take so long since 9:00PM was fast approaching, the difficult part was getting into the room without being apprehended by his Father’s many security details hanging around the hotel premises.

Justice had many reasons to regret following her instructions but she had come to him with a valid argument; they had a common enemy and he had to be dealt with.
She was his father’s mistress and he somewhat loathed what she was but the chance to exact revenge on every single pain the man had caused him was too enticing to ignore.
In his books, forgiveness was not an option for his Father.

Apparently she had become a slave to the man she had initially thought would take care of all her needs. she had calculated wrongly, her naivety now apparent. Those days she had no job and had concluded tossing her moral obligations out the window of reason. That was when she met his father.

Justice couldn’t still see any clear excuse despite everything she put up as her reason for becoming his father’s mistress; was it the sick mother in Lagos or the need to keep up a lifestyle she had grown accustomed to while being a marketer for a top bank that had recently cut down its staff strength?

All Justice could see was a woman who was an opportunist and an increasingly useful one at that.

Now she either didn’t think things through or he had agreed to go into this plan with out coming up with an exit strategy.

The ring of his phone jolted him out of his deep thoughts. It was her, and she didn’t seem to be doing better than he was. Her voice was laced with tension; “you fool! you took the wrong suitcase!!!”


>………………* Continuation of Chapter 1*…………

Dubem couldn’t understand what exactly was going on. A minute ago, he was just finishing lunch with his girlfriend, now here he was, in the midst of kidnappers.
What kind of ridiculous amount were they going to charge his salary earning parents? Then again, he wasn’t sure he was being kidnapped because of his potential ransom fee.
This mysterious brief case had everything to do with it, yet they didn’t bother to take it out of his hands. He was being allowed to hold onto it.

The Lady in the purple blouse made a call as soon as they were beyond the city limits; “…we’re almost there sir, we have the case but Justice got away..” she paused for a few seconds, listening to whoever was on the other end of the line; “..okay sir.. see you there”.

She turned to the driver and simply mentioned ‘ Gima Quarry’. He immediately picked up the speed and they were at their destination in less that 15 mins.

All Dubem could see was an abandoned Query site. There were only two things in plain sight; An abandoned six wheeler truck parked in a corner of the yard and a Black Range Rover Sport edition. The plate numbers were concealed behind black fitted covers specifically made for the plates.

The driver stopped the Camry in front of the Range Rover but no one got out of either car. Dubem could sense a bit of Tension in the air and the awkward silence between all the passengers made it worse. Dubem couldn’t tell if there was anyone in the Range but he suspected there was, yet he could hear the silent hum of the SUV.

Eventually the Lady in the purple blouse got out of the Camry and walked over to the Range, as she place her hand on the passenger seat door handle she froze, her attention was drawn to another direction and everyone in the Camry including Dubem looked in the same direction.

A man in white Flowing Bouba came from behind the abandoned truck holding his trousers tightly round his waist and started walking towards the cars.

The Lady simply let go of the door and stood at attention, her face flushed with embarrassment.

The man in the bouba seemed to be giving the lady a tongue lashing as each sentence seemed to bring her face lower into her chest. Meanwhile all the men in the car gave out various degrees of chuckles. The man to Dubem’s left finally spoke;

“shebi i told Mercy not to form too much James Bond with the whole disguise see wetin oga go do am, God don catch am..”

Dubem didn’t know what came over him when he muttered; “abeg, who be that man?”

The men on both sides looked at him but said nothing. It was the driver who sat in front that gave the answer; “That’s Justice’s Father.”

……. * To be Continued* ……

>Introduction to *ONE NIGHT*

>i was sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to write last night for more than 4 hours, by the time i was shutting down and on my way to bed, nothing was posted. I confess no one will ever see what came about my attempts to write up a new post from last night. Yes, it will be forever banished to the kingdoms of ‘the never posted blog-posts & crap’.

I went to bed feeling disappointed, having been unable to arrange my thoughts and quell the usual chaos it normally is in.

By this morning, despite the fact i had retired to bed in the wee hours of the morning, i still managed to discover a renewed determination burning within me.. If any one had taken a closer look at me, my eyes would have given away the whole plot.. it was that obvious…

Now here’s the idea….
over the coming weeks, I’m going to come up with some characters, unique in their own ways and never perfect.. it’ll be hard to believe but they’ll all have one thing in common at the end of the series… I’m calling it the *THE ONE NIGHT SERIES*…
In my mind i hope i can fit them all into 12 posts and ensure that each one is as in-depth and gripping as i intend it to be…

at some point in time i might degrees and put up something entirely different but please bear with me, its all for the sake of the story..

And now i Present to you *ONE NIGHT SERIES Chapter1*……

……. Abuja, Nigeria… November 19 8:24PM……

Dubem pulled back the shower curtains and reached for the towel, it had been a long day. His mind kept going to the brief case in the wardrobe of the hotel room he currently was in. It sure was going to be a long night and he was running late.
His life had been quite uneventful up until earlier in the day when he met Justice the stranger who had handed him the brief case at the Lunch date he was about rounding up with Feyi his girlfriend.

All the training he had received as a Banker did not prepare him for the events that had transpired after that brief case had gotten into his hands. It seemed like he was in a movie, an action one at that, with all the funny looking men in suits and cab hopping.

It still felt surreal, he recalled the last thing Justice had said to him; “go to New Chelsea hotel, I’ll meet you there at 9:00PM. The receptionist already knows you’re coming..” and those were his last words before he ran out of the restaurant.

How did Justice know his name?

How did he know he was in that restaurant at that particular hour?

Why did he hand him the brief case?

Dubem was perplexed to say the least. What was he getting himself into by actually showing up at New Chelsea Hotel with the brief case in tow?
What if it was a trap set by some would be ritualists or Kidnappers who wanted to get something he didn’t have.

His parents were definitely not going to be happy. He thought back to the phone conversation he had with his Dad an hour ago, it had not gone well as usual and it also seemed strange for his Dad to have called him on this day of all days.

His Father sounded angry but not particularly at him and he recalled he hadn’t done anything wrong recently. The man had simply gone on about his continued refusal to bring home his girlfriend who he claimed was going to be his future wife. He wondered if it wasn’t his mother who was supposed to be doing the nagging. So far she merely mentioned the issue in passing.

He had intended to get back to work and clear the remaining paper work on his desk and close for the week early so he could meet up with Feyi and her friends for a movie at Silverbird that evening but the brief case weighed on his mind because he still held on to it.

Feyi had already left when his encounter with Justice happened because she was already running late for her next appointment with a potential client who she swore was going to love the house she had to show him.

He wished she had been there to witness the whole thing, that way the burden would not have entirely been his alone.

As he walked out of the restaurant he noticed a Navy Blue 99 Toyota Camry pull up at the other side of the road as he was about to hail a cab. Two men in black suits sat in front while a lady in a purple blouse and jeans stepped out of the car from behind the driver seat. Dubem’s untrained senses heightened despite the lack of any foreseeable danger. The lady walked up to him casually, she had a lollipop in her mouth and an inviting smile.

For a split second he could have sworn he recognized her from somewhere but the fact that she was now standing right in front of him relegated the attempt at recollection to the back of his mind. she was about 5’9, just about his height with light skin and wore her natural hair with no make up. She was clearly beautiful with a lack of effort and he was forced to take notice despite the awkward situation. His eyes went back to the two men in the blue camry and they were clearly watching his every move.

The lady in the purple blouse started talking to him; “this might seem out of place but would you mind if you came with me and my friends? we just want to have a chat with you. I know this is wrong but i just need you to trust me, we’re not in any way dangerous..”

Dubem was obviously taken aback but tried to maintain a calm demeanor. The first words that came out of his mouth exposed the level of discomfort he felt; “what kind of kidnapping strategy is this? or do I look like I’m half retarded or something???” His abrupt hostility was almost a reflex action, but he couldn’t take the words back as fast as they flew out of his mouth.

“..please don’t take it the wrong way Dubem, we simply want to have a chat with you..”

The fact that this perfect stranger knew his name told him all he needed to know; he wasn’t safe standing in the open and the sooner he got out of there the better.

As he attempted to walk away from the lady in the purple blouse she grabbed the brief case he was holding and the two guys who had been watching them in the Blue camry came out of the car at the same time and started walking towards him.

The lady continued pleading while still maintaining a firm grip on the brief case; “please we won’t take too much of you time i promise..” No matter how inviting her voice and smile were, the fact that the two guys in suits were fast approaching gave him the assurance that the so called short talk wasn’t going to be short at all.

In one single move, he yanked the brief case from the lady’s grip and made a run for it. He had barely taken 4 long strides before he ran into someone. He was about to murmur a quick apology but he was apparently in for another surprise. The person he ran into had held him with one arm and was already holding onto the briefcase he was carrying. He wore a suit like the two guys now directly behind him trailing the lady in the purple blouse and he definitely didn’t look friendly.

With two hands firmly gripping him on both sides he was led to the camry and nestled in between two men wearing suits and sun glasses. The lady in the blouse got into the passenger seat in front. They had allowed him hold onto the brief case….

…………………..*to be continued*…………………………