Free Dirty Diamonds Of Boko Haram Part 1 by Eze Eke Page B

commendation”
    “Incredible!” said Basil in awe.
    “Yes” said the Alhaji with satisfaction. “His
skill set and incredible level of commitment are what made me go
all out to get him. With him fully on board now, I feel completely
sure that I’m not wasting my time or money. If those bastards fail
to produce that girl for any reason, he will not hesitate to pursue
them into the pits of hell to bring her back”
    Rufai was suddenly feeling sick. “I think I
will have to warn Samuel specifically about him. We will have to be
very careful to act all at once, shoot him without engaging him in
anyway”
    “Yes” agreed the Alhaji with some relief.
“That would be best”
    The three men sat in silence for several
moments, and then the Alhaji got to his feet. “Good night”
    “Good night, sir” said Basil getting to his
feet.
    “Good night, Alhaji” said Rufai getting to
his feet too.
    The two men stood respectfully as Alhaji
Mustapha Usman walked out the room.
    It was about nine-fifteen that evening when
the Mercedes dropped Alex off at his hotel and drove off again. As
he headed for the big front doors that led into the lobby, one the
doormen stepped close to him and held out a small piece of blue
paper.
    “Someone dropped this off for you, sir” said
the man in a quiet voice.
    Alex stopped at once and accepted the paper
curiously. It was folded in half. He unfolded it and saw at once
that the written inscriptions on it was in code, a code created and
used only by the Nigerian Military Intelligence.
    Alex read the short message quickly then
glanced around to make sure no one was watching as he changed
direction and headed for the parking lot.
    The hotel’s parking lot was a well-lit large
area that occupied the entire right section of its spacious front
grounds and a lot of expensive vehicles were parked there in
well-organized rows. Aside from the few people driving in or out,
the entire area was completely deserted as Alex walked briskly
through, heading for the north-west section which was the furthest
part of the parking lot. He kept a careful watch and even made a
detour between the parked rows of cars just to make sure he wasn’t
being followed.
    Coming around the last car, Alex spotted the
blue Peugeot 507 saloon car right off. It was parked slightly apart
from other cars as the note said it would be. As he got closer, the
front passenger side door jerked open and a well-built man in
civilian clothes jumped out.
    The man threw Alex a smart military salute
then hurried around to the rear offside door and got it quickly
open, holding it wide for Alex to get in.
    As Alex walked up and get into the car
without a question, the man stood stiffly to attention and gave him
another smart military salute. The door was pushed firmly closed
after Alex and in a second, the man was getting back into the front
passenger seat and the car was pulling out of its slot.
    As they drove off the man touched his hand to
side of his head and spoke briefly into a mic connected to an
earpiece then turned to address the other man sitting quietly
across from Alex in the owner’s comer of the backseat.
    “He wasn’t followed, sir”
    Alex didn’t know either of the two men in the
front seats but even in the darkness of the car’s interior, he
recognized the man sitting quietly across from him.
    Colonel. Ernest Iyang, Deputy Head of
Operations, Military Intelligence, stared fixedly out the dark
window on his side like he hadn’t heard or seen a thing. He too was
in civilian clothes, white shirt sleeves and dark trousers.
    The car was leaving the hotel now and heading
into the city.
    “Good evening, sir” said Alex
respectfully.
    The older man didn’t seem to hear for what
seemed to be a long moment, but then he turned his head to stare at
Alex.
    It was six months since Alex last saw his old
boss with whom he enjoyed a special relationship, nonetheless, he
was a bit unsettled by the personal visit. When earlier that day,
he