Agent VIII

PART 1

I was at the canteen enjoying my plate of pounded yam and egusi soup, garnished with lots of fried chicken. My favourite dish, i don’t mind having it everyday. Provided its prepared by an experienced hand.
Just then my digital wrist watch gave a beep, our organization symbol showed on the screen. Damn! It my attention was needed, i hate being interrupted when eating, but i had no option. Welcome to agents’ world. I abandoned my food, footed the bills, got into my car and drove off.
It was a 15minutes ride but it took a pro like me 10 minutes to arrive NIA tower.

I am agent VIII a super agent in the national intelligence agency.
Lately the increasing rate of crime was making ground. Worst was the kidnap of the President’s daughter which automatically got the NIA team involved.

Vivian and i stepped out of the elevator. She was a colleague, more than that, a friend. Vivian was agent XIV. NIA had a total of twenty top agents. The number stands, albeit agents may be replaced.

“there is an urgent meeting in the conference room ” Vivian informed.
I nodded. We walked down the corridor and soon got in the confrence room.

Agent Arome frowned. “you are late!” he fired with his characteristic feminine voice. Really wonder how he scaled through training.

I was about replying, typical of him. He was faster “not time for excuses, just sit”

Vivian and i sat next to each other. The room was dimly light, you could hardly place other agents’ face.
Blue light from small rectangular devices were made to focus on a large screen. Agent Arome stood beside a table, tapping the stuffs on it, while we saw a its reflection on the screen.

“the VIP is held here…we’d approach from behind, some of us would go for other hostages, thats after the VIP is safe….operation mode is silent storm” he continued speaking as we did the listening.

I raised my ball pen, for an opportunity to ask question. Arome frowned, though he urged me on.
“sir, isn’t silence storm a little too risky for hostages?” i reasoned.

“the terrorist are well armed” he replied.

“but sir…”

“its an order!”

Arome was known for wanting things his way. No one dared argued. Silence storm meant sneaking in the enemies camp and destroying them. well, they could get mad and kill the hostages.

Twenty minutes drifted away, we were done laying strategies. Six NIA would be joining 105 SWAT team (special weapon and tactics team) for the operation. Operation time is 0945hours.

I wore a body hug shirt and slim combat trouser. I was ‘cleaning’ my gun when Vivian came by. Wearing a long face.

“whats with that ugly face?” i teased.

“the commander don’t seem to care much about hostages. Imagine, operation mode is silent storm”

“Arome is like that, what he want is prestige and honour.” came my reply.

Vivian tapped me on the shoulder. “we must exterminate the hostages, especially your sister”

“i’m doing this for her” i replied with a smile.
My sister was also kidnapped a week ago, i’m pretty sure she’s among the hostages. I would never forgive myself if i don’t rescue her and the president’s daughter who i have a crush on.

We heard the whirls of helicopters. Time to go! I tucked a .45 revolver under my waist. It was my best ‘companion’
we strode out, the SWAT team flooded the premises in their usual black uniform, heavy arms and dark googles.

Vivian and i took our walkie-talkie. And hopped into a helicopter. She too was clad in black slim fit wears. And a handglove i found sexy.
We took off from Abuja, heading to Borno state, where the terrorists camp was situated; in a forest actually.