Thursday, June 25, 2009

Fiction: Femi..

It wasn't his failure but somehow it was his responiblity.

Walking in to this location was not Femi's first option. Walking in knowing what he knows is simply dangerous. He has people to protect: two daugthers and two sons. What if this thing goes sideways.

Femi does an equiment check.
knife. check.
rope. check.
gun. check.
40 thousands dollars in cash
check.
80 thousand in pounds check.
100 thousand in hong kong dollars
check.


He knows that Brother Ade is going to be there. People just call him the Oga of Ogas. It is unclear how Brother Ade amassed his wealth. So people say that he made his money in the East. They say he was the man that they oil companies would call if they need landed to clear of the people for it's oil lines. Cleared of people that is. Other people say that is traffiking girls from north. Making them do unspeakable things in dark rooms with men that are willing to unleash their dark passion from there dark souls. But truth be told many things are said, no ones know which are true and which are stories. But Femi know this, he can walk in and he may not walk out.

Doing business in the middle of an African night, no one will find till morning. Because unlike what Femi grew up with, street lights at every corner, a corner store not being to far off. In the streets of Lagos, that is simply not the case. The moment his car light turned off. It was black. Pitch black.

He walks to gate. But there is no security out front. No seccurity behind the gate. The gate is ajar. No light on the buliding. He thought it would be motion detection lights but still pitch black. He makes it to the door in eerie silient. He walks thru masion having to turn on lights. No one there. He makes his way upstairs. He finds the Oga's office. But on the chair, he finds a box. On the box it says "Play me". He see an ipod docked with a speaker set. He plays it...
Oga... your time has come.
I believe I'm doing God's works by wiping you off
the planet.
For your heart is inked black.
For your soul is to corrupt.

To save thousands more and avenge the thousands more you have taken
I will guide you to St. Peter.... he can judge you.

God speed. Oga!

Femi is opens the box and see a bomb. FUCK!! 58 seconds till it blows. He looks across the office and thru the window he see a palm tree next to the house. He runs full speed to crash thru the window. Because hell that always works in movie. Femi crashes into the window and bounces back and falls on this ass. Femi know thats this is his only way not. He back up, pulls out his gun and shoot the window several times. He tries again. This time he land on the palm tree. He is have trouble holding on. He is slippig down the town. And then the bombs goes off... and then he on this back on the ground... what the hell???

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