Countless - S01 E87

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Countless - S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

The short to and fro journey Rohy and I took inside the building was enough for the storage app of my brain to capture the necessary escape route am gonna need if am presented the opportunity of getting out of the building.

We rounded a corner and was going through a dark passage that leads to Jude’s room before I saw Ghadri walking some distance ahead of us.

Forgetting for a moment about the presence of Rohy walking closely behind me, the Fight-without-thinking application of my brain clicked open and a sudden urge to put my boxing training into practical surged through my body and in a flash, I raced forward with the intention to get Ghadri offguard and dealt him a bolo punch on any part of his body but before I could carry out the mission, Rohy’s shouting voice gave me away and my effort was instantly fruitless as Ghadri quickly ducked aside and I was left sprawling on the floor.

***

“whats zha meaning of zhat Darous?” Ghadri questioned sceptically in his thick foreign accent after helping me to my feet.

I dusted my rumpled shirt and took a glance at Rohy, who was still pointing his gun at me before I responded.

“you this bastard! You and Beatrice sold me off to be killed. How could….”

“sold yah off?” He cuts in with a serious face. “Darous what zha you mean sold you off?”

“don’t pretend you don’t know what am talking about…..you fvcking p---k!…” I cursed loudly at him.

“what zha hell is yah talking about? We are here for a drug deal not human deal…” He declared firmly and it was then that I was getting somehow confused about the whole thing.

“you mean you don’t have a hand in this?”

“stop zhis madness Darous.” He stated calmly and shifted his gaze at Rohy. “what zid Mr John said to him? And moreso, why zha gun?” He questioned Rohy but the latter was silent.

“did Mr John ordered yah to kill him?” He reiterated but got the same response.

“he’s Jude, not John!” I lamented furiously not minding the dangerous look on Rohy’s face.

“whatever. Please Mr Rohy, let me talk to yah boss please.”

“we’re heading there already. Lets move.” Rohy said and we continued the remaining journey to where Jude or John’s was.

On the way, I was able to think very well and was also able to detect some hidden facts.

If truly Beatrice has really set me up with Doris’s husband, then Jude wouldn’t have had that ‘trying to remember something’ look on his face when he first saw me in the sitting room. He would have accosted me immediately or given me a rather hostile reception instead of the sit-down-and-watch T.v one I got

‘whats really going on?….’

“please Mr Rohy, wait here, let me first talk to yah boss.” Ghadri’s voice interrupted my thought and I realized we were now standing infront of a wooden door.

Rohy succumbed to Ghadri’s request and he stood guard on me while Ghadri entered the room

At first, what was going on inside was descreet to us but after some minutes of waiting, we began to hear some heated words coming from inside the room.

“shut up!…..you and Beatrice don’t know how I felt whenever I remember that my wife left me because of that idiot….am going to order my boys to blow his head off….” There was a momentary silence, perhaps Ghadri was speaking silently underground but his voice wasn’t audible enough.

“and you Ghadri….are not to say or do anything to stop me if you don’t want to share the same fate with that idiot…!” Roared the voice of John after the silence

“am sorry, I can’t disappoint my boss too.” Said Ghadri and for the first time since he went inside, his voice was audible.

I took a brief glance at Rohy and saw him listening attentively at what was transpiring inside but just when I’d thought we’ve heard the last of the hot argument, we began to hear some scuffle going on inside and just then, Rohy made to rush inside the room but I quickly gave him a sliding tackle which sent him coliding his head on the wall, before landing on the tiled floor unconscious.

I checked for his impulse and found one. I was totally happy for that because the last thing I wanted to be on my C.V is that of MURDERER

The scuffle going on inside has become a more heated one, and I began to contemplate on whether to go inside and help Ghadri or just be a stingy a-----e and get the hell out of the place

After 5secs of synchronizing between the two options, my deciding app concluded on the latter while my prayer app commenced on the job of praying I don’t encounter any difficulty on my way out

I got outside the building and found the compound empty leaving only the Hyundai ix35 of Beatrice standing beside the parasol at the rearmost section of the compound

I rushed to open its door and run away with it, but unfortunately it was locked so I quickly opened the gate and set out hurriedly along the dirty untarred quiet road.

***

The weather outside was cloudy and hot.

I tapped my trousers pocket and was totally glad when I found my phone, S7 lying peacefully inside it.

Without stopping on the jugging trekk, I brought it out and checked the time. It was past one o’clock already.

It was when I wanted to open the Gps app to know my location that I saw a drafted message notification on the idle screen

“what!” I lamented wondering how the unknown drafted message got there

I brought the jugging to an abrupt halt and located a big mango tree beside the road.

I stood beside the tree and began to read the message.

It was a message saved by Bianca. She stated she had a hunch that I wont be returning to the cottage after my mission. She said she already stored her number inside the phone and that I should also help her get out of the house when am free.

She also gave me the directions on how to unclone my simcard which I instantly did and was very excited when it worked

After reading the message, I remembered how she got the message into my phone. She must have done it when she came into my room in the morning when she got busy with my phone before we had sex inside the bathroom

The content of her message really got me thinking especially the part whence she said I should help her get out of the place

‘Does that mean Beatrice was holding her against her will? Or what does she really mean?’ I said thinking out loud.

Then I remembered how she’s all been acting since I got to know her. ‘Beatrice must be using her for some wicked works.

And I have to help her out.’ I concluded.

I checked for her number and was about dialling it when I saw the Hyundai ix35 car coming in my direction with a male figure at the steering wheel

I quickly ducked behind the tree and buried my head among the hanging leafs. The car sped past with a very dangerous acceleration and it seems whoever was driving it was in a hurry.

After the car had gone some miles away, I stepped out of my hidding and re-dialled Bianca’s number. She picked after the second attempt

“hello who’s this?…”

“sshhhh! Its me. Darous”

“wow!” She screamed in a whisper. “how far….whats going on?”

“its a long story…but I’ll….”

“hey! call me back. The boss is coming.”she said hurriedly and ended the call

With everything that has transpired so far, I now really hated Beatrice more than ever.

Without giving my Madrid and Barca conscience a chance to have any say in the matter, I mentally devised a plan to make Beatrice pay for everything she’s done to me and to also make sure Jide doesn’t go free.

‘keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer’. I thought to myself and continued my jugging.

I wished to call Joke, cos after more than a month without seeing or hearing from her, I’ve really missed her alot but unfortunately, the storage app of my brain couldn’t provide her number.

I prayed fervently for her happiness as I jugged along the road

***

After almost 2hrs of the tiring jug, I got to a T.junction where I waved down a bike to take me to the nearest bank where I can withdraw some money.

We got to the bank 30mins later and the hausa bikeman waited patiently for me while I negotiated with another hausa man, to allow me send some money to his account so I can use his ATM to withdraw

He was unyielding at first but he later acceded after his wife spoke to him.

I withdraw 100k and told the bikeman to take me to a nearby police station where I plan to end all my ties with Beatrice and John once and for all.

On the way, I quickly sent a message to Bianca, telling her of my plan and also giving her an escape route out of the building which I found some days ago during one of the drugs delievery.

***

“good day officers.” I greeted the two dark and average height policemen I met at the counter.

“good day to you civilian, what can we do for you?” One of them replied warmly.

“please how much does the government pays for whistle blowers?”

“well, it depends on the weight of the whistle.” Another replied

“oh! So I get paid on the kind of match am officiating ba?”

“exactly!” They both chorused in unison

“like how much for a friendly match?”

“hmmm, maybe 1million.” Replied the same man

“wow! Thats great! Thats so….fvcking great!” I lamented ecstactically

“well as fun as this sounds, youngman, lets get to business. what kind of match are you blowing?…” The one with the initials A.A Donteaz asked with a serious look

“considering the capacity of this match am about to officiate, I think I’ll call it a champions league match.”

“Hey young man, enough joke, just walk out if you don’t have anything to say.” The other with initials C.O Steveson retorted

I felt a bit embarrased at his harsh words but I kept my cool. I eyed him scornfully and responded.

“am here to give you the location of two of the most notorious kidnappers and drug dealers in this state.” I declared outrightly. “and am not doing it for any price.” I watched as their greedy eyes nearly ran out of its socket at the end of my last statement.

I smiled and began to give them the full address of John’s apartment and Beatrice’s drug empire