The Complete Assassin Episode 15

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The Complete Assassin
The Complete Assassin Episode 1 written by kayemjay

The Complete Assassin Episode 15

written by kayemjay

“Hello Sweetness?” James said.

His phone was trapped securely between his left shoulder and his cheek as his hands were busy tidying up his table. He was still at the office and had been working way past normal closing time. He was preparing to head out.

“Hey honey.” James’ girlfriend replied from the other end of the line.

“I am so sorry. I was neck deep in work. I missed your calls. I am leaving the office as we speak. How are you doing?” James asked

“I’m okay.” She replied.

“You don’t sound too good. Are you sure you are okay? Is everything alright Prisca?” James asked, concerned.

He had packed all the paper laid carelessly on his desk into one file, locked the file in a drawer and was now at the door, his knapsack hugging him from behind. He took the phone from his shoulder, activated the wireless headset option and then dropped the phone into his breast pocket. The wireless hands free device was in his right ear, blinking a steady blue light.

“I just feel a little feverish, but I’ll live. Are you coming?” Prisca asked.

“Probably. Do you want me to?” James asked.

“Yes baby. I want you here. I would be going to the pharmacy across the street in 45 minutes to get pain killers. You may not meet me if you come earlier.” She replied.

“Oh. Okay. I will be getting to your place in one hour at the earliest. You know how Fridays usually are. Traffic would be terrible getting to your side of town. I’ll call you as soon as I am close by so that I’ll know how to move. See you soon baby.” James said, walking out of the office and into the corridor that led to the parking lot.

“I will be waiting baby. Love you so much.” Prisca said.

“Love you too my pumpkinlicious Burberry pancake.” James said.

He heard her giggle and laugh as he pressed the button on his headset and ended the call.

He was in smiles. It was going to be a fun Friday for him after all. He had had a rough day a work, with Detective Samson breathing hard on him. The detective wanted answers. He wanted results and in whichever way it came, he did not care. James was finally glad to be away from The TENT. That was the code name for place they now used as their base of operations.

A blood red 2014 Toyota Highlander SUV, moved slowly from where it was parked. It was heading towards the OUT sign of The TENT.

“Hey! Mr. Shobowale. Mr. Show!!!” James screamed, half running to catch up with the car.

Mr. Shobowale was the PR Executive whose job it was to make sure that the public saw the Intelligence Unit in a good light. Mr. Shobo lived around Prisca’s area. James was not about to let a free ride pass him by. Mr Shobo saw James waving and running after him through his rear mirror. He slowed down and pulled over.

He pressed a button and the window on his side slowly wound down.

“Good Evening Mr. Show. How far na?” James asked.

“The IT genius himself! Why you con dey run 440 like that na? You wan dash me money ni?” Mr. Shobo teased.

“Dash keh? Oga mi, you know as the thing dey go na. Please I was hoping I could get a ride to Victoria Avenue.” James asked.

“Yes you can. Lucky for you I now spend my Fridays with my wife and kids. Hop in.” Mr. Shobo said.

James got in the passenger seat beside him, thanked him for the ride and began small talk. All through the journey there was very little traffic. James got to his destination, thanked Mr. Shobo again for the ride. He had gotten to Victoria Avenue in fifty minutes and decided to walk. Prisca’s house was the sixth house on the street. He was two houses away from his girlfriend’s house when a Nissan Armada drove in from the opposite direction, stopping in front of Prisca’s house. James stopped. He waited to see who it was that was parking there. Prisca came out of the passenger side of the jeep, opened the back door and took out two big shopping bags. She went to the driver’s side and spoke to the man at the wheel.

The man came down, walked her to the door of the house and gave her a long deep kiss. After saying their goodbyes, Prisca entered the house and the man went back into his car. James assessed the man. He was tall, potbellied and looked very wealthy. James guessed the man should be in his early fifties and definitely not boyfriend material. How could Prisca do this to him? How could she have made him feel so stupid? James was heartbroken. He waited for the Jeep to drive past him, so he could memorize the number plates.

Dejectedly, he turned and walked back to the bus stop, away from Prisca’s house. It was 8:15pm. He could not go back home. He stopped a taxi.

“Where?”  The cab driver asked.

“Club Rhapsody.” James replied.

“Two thousand five hundred.” The man demanded.

“No problem. Just go.” James answered getting into the back seat.

He felt really bad. He needed to get his mind off her. He could not. He kept imagining the different styles and positions his fiancée must have been drilled. This was someone he planned to marry. Tears flowed freely from his eyes.

“Oga, hope no problem?” The cab driver asked.

Was he blind? He could obviously see the tears. If there wasn’t an issue would he be in tears? James kept his cool, sniffed twice and replied the driver.

“No problem. Please face the road.” His voice was hoarse.

He had barely finished his statement when Prisca’s call came in. He picked immediately.

“Hello.” James said coldly.

“Hey baby. Where are you? It’s over two hours now.” Prisca said.

“Don’t bother finding out where I am. It is over. I saw your sugar daddy drop you off. I saw th shopping bags.” James said, his voice betraying his emotions.

“Baby, it is not what you think. Please, let me explain. I was. . .” Prisca was saying but James cut her off.

“And the deep kiss at your door? Can you explain that?” James asked.

There was silence at the other end.

“Exactly what I thought.” James said and sniffed again.

“Baby please. Let’s talk this over. Come home. Where are you, please? I will come meet you.” Prisca begged

“There is nothing to talk over Prisca. I am disappointed. I am hurt. I am done. But most of all, I am glad this happened. Thank you. Goodbye” James said.

Prisca was still trying to plead but he cut her off. He switched his phone off and the tears began to flow freely now. He loved her to the end of the world. Hearing her voice had cut the wound deeper. He had to take his mind off her.

They got to Club Rhapsody and he paid the driver.  He needed to drop his laptop so he asked if the bouncer could help secure his laptop bag. He tipped the bouncer generously and headed into the club. The lights were dim and in different colors. He could hardly make out any face. The club was still sparsely populated but the music was good. He walked straight to the bar and asked for a bottle of vodka paying with his MasterCard. He drained a quarter of the contents in one gulp as he navigated his way to a corner in the room.

Hours later, the club had come to life. He was a little bit tipsy but still in control. He went into the Gents to pee. As he released his organ from his boxers and began to pee, he looked up in the mirror directly in front of him. He shook his head.

“Why me? Why?” He said talking to his reflection.

He finished his business, dabbed his face with water several times and walked out into the deafening noise of the music blasting from high powered speakers. His favorite track was playing.  Ashawo Remix by Flavor. He found himself shaking his body and nodding to the rhythm of the song as he traced his way back to his seat.

There was a female occupying his seat and even sipping his Vodka. She had a White London cigarette in hand. He could not make out her face, but she was so damn pretty. He walked close to her and said as loud as he could

“That’s my seat dearie, and my drink.”

“Oh, I know. I have been watching you since you came in.” The lady said.

“Oh really, just a couple of hours and I got a stalker. Nice.” James replied, sitting down in the small space the lady had created for him.

“You don’t recognize me?” The lady asked.

“Am I supposed to?” James snapped back.

He took a long swig from the bottle and collected a cigarette from the lady. He was getting high.

The lady smiled. This was going to be easier than she thought.

It was Stella.

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Enny Pat
Enny Pat
4 years ago

Hmmmmmm…. Interesting