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Before the darkness chapter 15

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Before the darkness chapter 15

Sarkin Aljan brushed his blazer with his palm and smiled. It was
almost over. President Lange had called him to fix a meeting and
he fully expected the man to relinquish power to him. Sometimes
he felt pity for the man. No president would have fared better
than he did. Maybe they would not have handed the portal over
to save a mistress but eventually they would all have failed.
He did not expect the meeting to last very long. The plan was
very simple; explain Nigeria’s precarious situation to the
President and give him the only option – surrender. The question
that could waste time was what ‘surrender’ meant exactly. On
this part, Lange had no idea what was coming – no idea!
His phone vibrated beside him and he picked it up. It was one of
the few human devices he had truly enjoyed using. Another was
the Mercedes was being driven in. Humans now lived with so much
luxury he understood why they could not understand that there
was a place better than earth.
He tapped the answer button.
“Yes?”
“Sir, she escaped!” a trembling voice whispered.
“Who escaped?” He asked, confused and then he knew who. ”You
stupid fool, how did she escape? Consider yourself dead!”
“Sir, I am sorry…”
“When did she escape, how long ago?”
“Err…” The man stuttered.
“Talk now or I will tear your head from your neck with my bare
hands!”
“Twenty four hours ago sir.”
“Okay, twenty four hours, okay.” He said and ended the call.
Idiots! Stupid humans! He punched the seat in front of him. He
could not afford to lose Oya now. She was part of the reason he
was eager to finish his mission. He looked at his watch, he had
to finish the meeting with Lange very fast. How could they let
her go? He punched the seat again.
Calm down! He was about to take over the world, he would have
time to find her later.
***
Lange stepped out of the chopper and walked away from it. He
could be walking to his death but he did not mind, it was
nothing less than he deserved. The chopper would be left running
with the pilot ready to go but he doubted he would need to run.
He had a plan. If it succeeded, he would return to the chopper
with a smile on his face. If it failed, there was no escape for
him; he was dead.
He paused and looked around, the terrorist had insisted on him
being on time, it was a surprise he was going to have to wait.
“I thought we agreed to come alone!” The voice came from
behind him and he jumped.
He steadied himself and tried to gain control of his breathing. He
looked up to see the face of the masked terrorist but he could
not. The terrorist had found a perfect position to keep his face
hidden. It did not matter, everything would end soon.
“I came with a pilot. Surely you did not expect me to fly
myself.” Lange said.
“Fair enough, I came with a driver too. Although I can assure
you he will not be interfering in this.”
“Can we get down to business?” Lange said, pressing his fingers
against his side to stop them from shaking.
“Here is the deal; surrender the country to me and I will stop
the darkness and nobody dies.” The voice boomed through the
still night.
“What do you mean by ‘surrender’? You want me to step down as
president?”
“Well, there is that but it’s a little more complicated. Once you
accept to step down, we will hold a joint press conference from
the presidential villa declaring that I now have control of the
country. Other things will fall in place after that.”
Lange sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of the large
overcoat he had on. He already knew the terrorist would make no
reasonable request and he had a plan. His fingers touched it and
grabbed the gun! This was do or die! He either succeeded in
shooting the terrorist or he would get shot himself. Either way,
everything had to end now!
“So, what do you say Mr President? “
Lange swallowed and pulled out the gun. The terrorist stepped
back in surprise. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. He
opened his eyes as the terrorist staggered backwards, he moved
towards him and shot him five more times in the chest.
He dropped the gun on the floor and his body began to tremble.
He had done it! Tears began to drop from his eyes and his body
shook even more violently. Now that he had gotten rid of the
terrorist, he just had to find the portal and destroy it.
“This is really funny.”
He heard the voice come from behind him and he paused. He
turned around slowly and gasped!
“You really thought I was that easy to kill?” The Masked
Terrorist was alive!
He stumbled to his feet and looked down at his gun on the floor.
What had happened? He was sure the bullets had hit their
target.
“I would normally like to explain what just happened but not
today. You see, I just got news my lady has escaped – another
long story, so I do not have time. I think it’s time we
accelerated this. Where is that chopper of yours? It’s time to go
to the Villa, we need to make that announcement, fast!”
***
Damola opened his eyes and looked up. A white ceiling fan rolled
above him, he looked around; the walls were also painted white.
It looked like a hospital, how did he get into a hospital? He
remembered being in Sarkin Aljan’s building and trying to destroy
the portal. He had felt some resistance but he could not
remember anything that happened after.
He tried to move but he his back hurt so much. Where was he?
“Hello?” His voice was very weak, he doubted anybody heard him.
“I see you are awake.” A voice came from beside him –
Orunmila!
“Where have you been old man? And where am I?”
“Is that the ‘thank you’ I get? Do you know what would have
happened to you if Sarkin Aljan was the one who found you?”
“Where is this? You brought me to a hospital?”
“Still he refuses to thank me.” The old man said and chuckled.
“This is not a hospital. I possess more knowledge than all
hospitals in the earth combined.”
“Do I hear bragging? The old wise man possesses a bit of vanity
after all.”
“You seem to have needed losing your powers to find your wit. I
hope it one day serves you well.”
“Losing my powers?” What was he talking about? “You think
because I’m lying on a bed and I feel like crying every time I
move a muscle means I lost my power? Give me a few hours and I
will be up kicking immortal butts.”
The old man looked at him and paused for a few seconds then
burst into laughter.
“Like I said, you found your wit.”
“Where is this and what are we doing here by the way?” Damola
said.
The old man started to answer but the sound of a door opening
came from across the house. Damola watched him walk away. He
needed to get up as soon as he could. He still needed to stop
Sarkin Aljan. He wondered what had become of Esu and his dear
Anne. They would not know where to find him.
“Sango, I have some visitors here to see you.” The old man said
as he walked back into the room.
Damola looked behind him. Esu entered with a stocky man he was
sure he had met somewhere, he could not place him yet. If Esu
was here, what happened to… His heart seemed to stop as the
love of his life entered – Anne!
She rushed to his bed and hugged him. She held on to him for
what seemed like eternity. He could not bear to think of the
horrors she must have gone through but that was story for
another day. She cupped his face between her palms and stared
at him without saying a word.
“I am happy for you both but we have more pressing matters to
talk about.” Orunmila said, back to his no-nonsense self.
“Who is he?” Damola asked, nodding at the man who entered
with Esu.
“This is Ogun! He was sent to earth with you.”
“Why is he just showing his face? Where were you all along?”
“Remember that day when someone or something rescued you
from Sarkin Aljan?” Ogun asked. “Yes, that was me. This war was
and is none of my business and I’m only here as a courtesy to
Orunmila.”
“Now that we are introduced, we or you – Sango do have a
problem.”
Damola looked at the old man, what was he talking about?
“After spoiling Sarkin Aljan’s plan for Asaba, he anticipated your
attempt at doing the same thing again. So he made some
preventive measures – a magnetic field that could repel your
powers.”
“That was the invisible wall that stopped me from reaching the
portal!”
“Unfortunately, the magnetic field did more than prevent you
from reaching the portal.”
Damola looked at every one in the room; their eyes were on
Orunmila. He shifted his attention back to him.
“Sango, you can no longer stop the portal” He paused and sighed.
“Because you have lost all your powers!”
***
Lange sank into the chair and turned away from them. He was
still in shock at what he had just experienced. He could swear
that all the bullets landed on Sarkin Aljan, how then was he still
alive? He was puzzled and now he was afraid. He had tried to kill
the terrorist so now he was at his mercy.
They had arrived at the presidential villa together in the
chopper. The masked terrorist had come with three of his men,
all dressed up in suits. With his cooperation they had all made it
into the villa. He had considered alerting the soldiers but it
would only have led to his death. He was not sure exactly what
the terrorists were after but his mind was made up; he would die
rather than give in to their demands.
He had taken them to a private room, he did not anticipate any
interruption.
The masked terrorist pulled a chair and sat opposite him. “Now
that we here, let’s get down to business.”
“What do you want?”
“You see Mr President, way back before Nigeria got her
independence while the British were here, a secret transmitting
device was built. Do you know about it?”
Lange swallowed and kept quiet. He knew about the device and so
did every president before him. According to what the British
Prime Minister told him at his first commonwealth meeting as
president, only the president was supposed to know about the
device. How did the terrorists know about it?
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’!” The terrorist said. “Do you know
what it does?”
Of course he knew. It had access to already weaponized nukes
scattered around the world belonging to the commonwealth. So
this was the plan? Kill enough Nigerians till he handed it over
them?
“I’ll take that as another ‘yes’. So I guess by now, if you are as
smart as you look, you already know what I want.”
“I think I do Mr Terrorist! But you are going to have three
problems”
“Yeah? Enlighten me Mr President, what are they?”
“First, you need three codes to get it activated. One is carried
by the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. You are never going
to get that!”
“Let’s just say we have a way around that. What’s the second
problem?”
“The second code was given to a random Nigerian and he doesn’t
even know what it’s for. You will not find that person.”
The terrorist chuckled. “You have no idea what money can do. We
have the guy already. Please move on to your next problem.”
He paused, there was no way they had the second code. It had
been given to one of his most trusted friends. Had he been
betrayed?
“The third code is in my brain and the only way you are getting
it out is if you cut my head open and manually copy it out of my
brain.”
The terrorist looked at his men and they burst into laughter.
“Mr President, you have a great sense of humour. I will miss that
when you are gone.”
“So all of this was about getting your hands on nuclear
weapons?” Lange asked. It made no sense. He already had a
chemical weapon that already had the world scared.
“Nuclear weapons? You think I will kill so many of your people
for nuclear weapons? Oh, I see. You think I want the
transmission device for the nuclear weapon it controls?”
“That’s what it’s looking like to me.”
“Okay, let me educate you on what is going on here. You see, my
target is not Nigeria, you are just the conduit. My target is the
whole world and from here, I can get there. That device is much
more than a weapons activator, it is a transmission system that
can get me into every country of the world. Imagine the
darkness spreading, not over Minna or Asaba but over Brazil and
New Zealand and Portugal, all over the world. Even you have to
admit that it was worth killing a few Nigerians over.”
Lange dropped lower in his chair. He thought about the darkness
spreading all over the world and he shuddered. There was no way
he would let that happen.
“I know you are making some stupid decisions right now not to
give me your code. Well, I just want to tell you that I will get it
out of you even if, like you said, I have to dig it out of your
brain.”
“Good luck with that.” Lange said with all the courage he could
muster.
“About that second code you mentioned, I think it’s time you
met one of my main men. He has helped me stay one step ahead
of you always. He helped me get rid of that eccentric Professor
who for some reason knew more that he should. He told me about
the tracking device too, although I should have known that
myself.”
One of men with him went to the door and opened it. Lange held
his breath as he heard footsteps approach.
“Good day Mr President.”
Adigwe!
“Why Chukwudi? We have been friends for years and I always
treated you right. I gave you that code because you were the
person I trusted the most.”
“I’m sorry Johnson, it was not personal, it was just the smart
thing to do.”
Lange looked at the Masked Terrorist. “I swear on the life of my
wife, I will not give you that code.”
“Hmm, okay then, let the torture begin.”

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  1. Emmanuella July 10, 2016 at 5:30 AM

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  2. Anonymous July 9, 2016 at 4:25 PM

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  3. adequate July 9, 2016 at 4:20 PM

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    • goke July 9, 2016 at 4:25 PM

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