Heated - Episode 7

 

RENA’S POV (CONTINUES)
It’s true that the glories that flushes down the head, gets to the toes because Mason and Alfred weren’t left out of the glory I was bequeath with. If only castle didn’t turn out to be a mischievous, cunning bitch. We enter into the office and also receive salutations which I respond to by flinging my hands in the air.
“Welcome Ma’am. We’ve been waiting.” He gestures for us to sit down.
“So what can I offer you?” He asks smilingly 
“Nothing . Actually I am in a hurry so I came to do the needful.” I respond with a smile.
“Going back?” he asks
“Yeah. I really miss home. It’s been like decades . Four good years, Henrey. I really need a vacation.”
“Sure you do. We’ll miss your presence and ideas you know. Well here are the documents. Just sign below the General’s and it’s done.” I take his pen and sign then flash him a smile.
“We’ll take our leave then.” I shake hands with him.
“Won’t you like to see the criminals first? I mean if you are not that in a hurry.” He offers.
“Hmmm. I still have like five minutes to spare.” I glance at my watch before answering him
“This way then.” He gestures the lead while we follow behind

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. We arrive at a prison which has steel polls as the bars crossed each other. They are sitting on their beds with tattoos on their backs. Seems they took off their shirts or maybe they haven’t been given their prisoner’s uniform.
“These guys would be crying if they were in Nigerian prison.” Mason says chuckling
“Their tattoo would have been like torture marks.” Alfred adds
They were about laughing but maintain when I nudge them.
“So this is Fred, Justice, Ned and Julius.” Henrey introduce them as I nod. What am I supposed to say.
“Thank you Henrey. The only thing I’ll say is that they change for good if granted freedom. Life isn’t hard to live hardly. Be yourself and you’ll discover that life isn’t as hard as we complicate it to be. I think my five minutes has elapsed. Well I will go first. Thanks for your time Henrey.” I sign heavily as we march out of the prison yard.
We walk out only to see three more cars parked closely to mine which only mean one thing; the General is here. And Ezekiel is nowhere to be found and that’s what the General hates. I look at the serene corner and there he is sipping his drink as he glances at his watch. We hurry to where he is and salute. I make sure my arm was exactly in the 45° towards my head since I was on casual wear. He gives us a warm smile before gesturing us to sit down and we do so.
“You never told me you would be leaving today Rain, and you know how much I hate getting info about you from others.” Mr Mcclairre says looking keenly at me.
“I am so sorry. I planned on telling you today. My work here is done and that was supposed to be my last mission.” I tell him apologetically
“I know but still it was fast.” He tells me
“I’m sorry. I already promised a meeting by tomorrow in Nigeria and you know I don’t break promises.” I explain to him
“No problem. Just wanted to thank you and your friends although one isn’t here, extend to him my gratitude.”
“We should be the one thanking you at least for your confidence and patience. It took long to point out the fraud origin but still you never lost faith in us.” I tell him in a more serious tone with gratitude.
“I couldn’t think of a better person my dear. You’ve proved yourself to be a worthy military woman.” He stands up and stretches his hand for a handshake. This is amazing! I happily give him my palm for the handshake and he shake hands with Alfred and Mason too. He smiles at us. 
“Non sibi sed patriae” I greet him and he pulls me into a his embrace.
“We will miss you. So bad you had to leave early. I planned a farewell party for you at the military base but I understand.” He says sadly. Gosh! This man truly loved my hardwork. Damn Wright’s company why call me so soon. How much I miss electricity too. But some things are meant to be sacrificed to actualise other things too.
“I’m sorry.” Was all I can say as he nods and heads towards his car just then Ezekiel shows up in a racing manner. I don’t have his time now. Lemme savour this moment.
“Kill, right?” Mr mcclairre asks.
“Yes sir.” He salutes. 
“I am sorry for the lateness and disoriented behaviour. Tried my best to meet up early with you.” He says. This boy can be sensible sometimes.
“It’s okay. You take care of yourselves and mostly our queen. It’s important. Thank you all for everything.” He enters his car and I close the door and four of us watch as it slowly ride out of the park lot and speedily into the streets and his Entourage behind.
“Nigeria it is then.” I tell them and we head to our car and the driver drives us straight to the airport.. 

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