The Nivenger (Retribution) – Episode 2

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CHAPTER 2

My name is Alex Rolland. When I was a toddler, I watched my parents get murdered by a man in a hood. I was then kidnapped and smuggled to the USSR, where I was made into someone else … into something else. Now I am back to Nigeria to avenge all those who have suffered, like me, at the hands of cruel, corrupt politicians. I am … The Nivenger!

 

Breaking News: We the armed forces of Nigeria are now in control of the Nigerian Government, and we are legally in control after the President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria declared martial law and ceded authority to us. Do not try and stop us because we have zero tolerance for deterrents. We have only one purpose in mind; to bring law and order back to major cities of Nigeria that have been ravaged in unlawful violence and destruction. Once we achieve this aim, power will be returned back to civilian hands. Nevertheless, note that anyone caught harboring the Nivenger, who is a pariah of justice, shall face the same punishment as he, and this punishment is death by the firing squad. As of this moment, the Nivenger is the most wanted man in the entire African continent. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous. Any useful information leading to his capture will be rewarded by a $1,000,000 cash gift. Keep your eyes sharp, and beware for the Nivenger may be coming for you…

 

PRESENT

Alex Rolland remained low in the bushes just outside the one story bungalow, watching. He had been in this exact position for close to two hours, and in that time not even a muscle had twitched. Soldiers roamed the grounds. Any one of these soldiers were given the order to shoot at the sight of any intruder. There was a small compound surrounding the house and high fences with barbed wire hedging the house in. The house was somewhere in Ikeja.

It had been two weeks since he had received the call from Lexie, since he had almost been shot to bits on that roof with the LCDA Chairman dead behind him. Since that time he had been on the run. He had lived on the streets and in abandoned houses, moving from one end of Lagos to another. Alex had ditched his gear in the Eko Lagoon, and now moved around wearing plain clothes to reduce the chances of him getting caught. Nevertheless, the Army, at least the higher ups, knew who he was and were particularly gunning for him.

Sometime last week, he had returned to his house to find it in a state of dishevel. The DSS had stormed his place and ransacked it, looking for him. It was in the cover of dark that he had come, nevertheless, he had seen the clue that Lexie, whom he hadn’t spoken to since the night on the roof, had left him. Lexie had managed to clear up every evidence implicating Alex Rolland as the Nivenger and fled from the house in time before the DSS or the Army or the Police showed up.

Alex now knew where Lexie had set up shop, but the problem was getting there.

A light came on in one of the rooms upstairs. Standing in the middle of the lit-up room was a tall, pretty lady. She wore a red dress and she was looking in the mirror. Alex could only see her side, nevertheless he began to feel blood flow down south. He held his breath even as a group of four patrol soldiers passed him by. Then he began to countdown from forty, which was the exact time he had to make his move before they passed again.

He waited for a few precious seconds, watching as the lady unhooked the straps of her gown and undressed. Alex shot to his feet and skipped across the grounds, the darkness covering his approach and his feet light and nimble on the paved floor. He leapt into the air just as he approached the wall. He landed on the wall, and pushing against the wall as he leapt higher. Both his hands caught the ledge of the window of the lady’s room, and he pulled himself inside.

The lady was about to scream when Alex looked up at her and placed a finger on his lips in a sigh gesture.

Recognition filled the lady’s eye and then extreme embarrassment for her semi nakedness. She grabbed her dress and ran into her bathroom, locking it.

Alex went for the lights and flipped the switch. Then he moved towards the window and peered down. The guards were coming around again. He watched as they passed by the window and continued on. He had successfully infiltrated the house of the Officer Commanding of the Nigerian Army Regional Command in Lagos.

Alex waited for about ten minutes before the lady came out again. The light from the bathroom partially illuminated the room.

Ola waited on the threshold of the bathroom, looking at Alex. At first, Alex couldn’t tell what she was thinking or how she felt. Was she mad at him for sneaking into her room the way he had done?

Without warning, Ola ran into him and hugged him fiercely.

“Oh, Alex…” she sobbed. “Thank God you’re alive! I was scared when I saw what they said of you on the news.”

Alex hugged her back. The feeling of her soft, succulent body on his sent sparks up and down his body. He felt an urge to kiss her, but before he could act on this impulse, Ola broke the hug. She took a few steps back so they weren’t in each other’s air. The electricity between them was tangible. Alex was now panting. And he could see the desire in Ola’s eyes as well. He took a step towards her, but she took a step back, raising her right hand to stop him.

“No, Alex,” she said. “No. You made your choice.”

Alex said, “I’m sorry, Ola…”

“What do you need, Alex?” Ola said, folding her arms. “It’s not that I am not happy to see you. It’s just that, you’re a wanted man. If you’re found here, I and my family can get into a lot of trouble…”

Alex nodded. “I need your help, Ola. This military government is a hoax. The President was misled into declaring martial law. I am going to topple it and restore civilian rule.”

Ola said, “What do you mean a hoax? If it were a hoax, the international community would not have praised the President’s decision. The US would now be sending in troops to restore civilian rule. And so on.”

“That’s what I’m saying, Ola. It’s all part of the plan. The world has been deceived. The Cabal…”

“The Cabal is a hoax, Alex,” Ola said with a slight laugh. “Don’t believe everything you hear on TV.”

Alex felt hurt sting his heart. This must have shown in his eyes because Ola became rigid. “Alex, what are you not telling me?”

Alex said, “The Cabal killed my parents.”

Sadness flickered across Ola’s face. She wavered for a moment even as tears filled her eyes.

“So, they are real…?” Her voice trailed off. Then she said, “I’m so sorry.”

Alex said, “The Cabal perpetrated the violence that ensued the night I killed The Colonel so that they can enact Military Government. The Military Government is a puppet for the Cabal, and they would stop at nothing to stop their secret from coming out.” Alex didn’t tell her about the Lazarus Protocol. She didn’t need to know at this point.

Ola thought about what he said for a brief time, before she said, “What do you need from me?”

“I need you to use your dad’s car and drive me to the private section of MMIA.”

Ola frowned. “What? Why?”

Alex said, “I can’t say, Ola.”

Ola’s frowned deepened. “You’re going to have to do better than that, Alex. I can’t just drive you to the airport with my dad’s car. If you kill someone important there, my dad will come under investigation. Also, I told you that I don’t want to be involved in your escapades. It’s against my Faith.”

Alex surged forward before she could think and kissed her on her lips. Ola fought it at first, but then she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed back. And for that brief moment, their pent up passion exploded around them. Alex’s hands roamed her body, even as their tongues merged in an indescribable ecstasy.

Then it was all over as Alex withdrew. He remained in her space, breathing her scintillating air. Everything in him was screaming for him to kiss her again and carry her towards her bed, but he mustered the last of his shredded will to resist. He had a mission to do. He had a people to save from the horrors of Military Government. And he will not fail this country.

“I promise you, Ola,” Alex said. “I will never do anything to endanger you and your family.”

Ola looked in his eyes for a long time. Alex could see her struggle with his request. He knew he was asking her for much. He had not spoken with her since they broke off their relationship about four months ago. Now he was showing up in her room out of the blues, when he was the most wanted man in Nigeria, asking her to risk her life and that of her family for him.

Alex sighed. He was asking a lot, and he was wrong in doing so.

“Okay, Alex,” Ola said with resignation. “Wait for me outside the house. And don’t get caught leaving.” She leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek.

Alex watched her leave the room. He went over to the widow and waited until the guards passed before he leapt through the opening and landed with a crouch. He dashed into the bushes and scaled the fence, using his jacket to defeat the barbed wire. The street was deserted this time of night, nevertheless, Alex remained in the shadows of the flowers lining the fence of the house and waited.

Ola didn’t drive out the house for another thirty minutes. During this time, Alex heard her arguing with her father about leaving the house so late in the night. Then she was having troubles getting past her mom’s scolding remarks about disobeying her father. During this time, Alex felt nothing but compassion and anguish that he was putting Ola through such emotional pain.

A green sedan with hidden license plates drove out of the compound and headed up the street towards Alex. Just before she passed by him, he jumped into the road. She came to a halt and waited for him to enter the back before she continued on her way.

They didn’t speak the whole journey, mostly because Ola was frowning and Alex didn’t want to worsen the situation. She was probably still upset about arguing with her parents. There were several check points on their way to Murtala Muhammed International Airport. In fact, as they approached the check points, the soldiers came to attention until they were passed before they became at ease.

They drove past the last checkpoint without any problem and entered the airport via a private gate. Ola drove him through the airport grounds to another gate marked Private Wing. The gate was open, and there was no one around. She parked by the gate and stopped the car.

The cool, silence stretched for a minute. Alex didn’t know what to tell her. He didn’t know how to make her feel safe or good. All he knew was that he was consumed with the desire to make her feel okay. Furthermore, he didn’t know what their kiss meant. He hoped to god it meant they were getting back together; he wanted her back. He needed her back.

“Thank you, Ola,” Alex said.

Ola nodded.

Alex waited for her to say something. She didn’t. So, deflated, he began to climb out, when she held his left arm and pulled him back into the car, towards herself. And she kissed him. This time it was slow, deliberate, and intense. Alex grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, but then the seat belt resisted and snapped her back in her chair, causing their kiss to stop prematurely.

They both laughed at this.

Then Ola unhooked her seat belt, leaned into Alex properly, and Alex kissed her.

When the kiss was over, Ola whispered, “Be safe, Alex. Come back to me safe.”

Alex replied, “I will. I promise.” And he was out the car.

Alex stood by the gate and watched as Ola drove back the way they had come. He waited there with his arms folded in the chilly night until he couldn’t see her taillights again. He had a smile on his face, and a little bubble of pleasure in his heart. He was definitely going to see her again. He was getting his baby back.

Alex sighed and said into the air, “Lexie, how bad is it?”

There was no reply for about thirty seconds, before a voice came from behind him. “How did you know I was here?”

“Lexie, I am the Nivenger. No one can sneak up on me.”

“You knew I was here the whole time?” There was a tone of incredulity in his voice.

Alex snickered and turned to face the lanky genius. He was wearing a T shirt and a pair of jeans. He was now standing on the other side of the open gate, looking at him with a happy smile.

“I saw you sneak up to the gate, when I and Ola were…”

“Kissing?” Lexie’s smile broadened.

Alex smiled back. He walked through the gate and gave the tech wizard a brief hug. “How bad is it?”

Lexie said, “Bad.” He began leading him to their new hideout and narrating just how bad things have gotten for Nigeria. Tales of human rights violation had all but destroyed the economy. Corruption had revived with renewed vigor. Military propaganda airing on TV and radio. Public opinion for the Nivenger on an all-time low.

“People are saying you’ve abandoned them,” Lexie said as they approached a small hanger on the west most corner of the private wing, near the fence. It looked abandoned and even had a sign that declared it a hazard and marked for destruction.

“I’ve not abandoned the people, Lexie, if that’s what you’re asking,” Alex said. “We need to overthrow the Military Government and restore civilian rule.”

“And forget the Librarian?” asked Lexie. They had stopped by the side of the sealed hanger. There was no visible entrance. The closest hanger was about a hundred yards away, and it looked deserted as well.

“We are not forgetting the Librarian,” replied Alex. “We will find the Librarian just after we restore civilian rule.”

Lexie nodded. “Good. Because you’re going to Abuja next.” Then he brought out a fob key and pressed a button. Immediately, a door appeared on the side of the hanger just before them and slid away, revealing a beautiful interior. Lexie led Alex in, and as soon as they were past the door the door slid back closed.

“What am I going to do in Abuja,” Alex asked as he looked around at the huge space. There were lights and gadgets everywhere. To one corner was a stand with a newly designed suit. Next to it was a weapons stand with a new bow that had buttons on it. There were arrows with different heads and different sizes.

Towards another end were rows of high speed computers and equipment that Alex didn’t know what they were for. There was a staircase that led to an upstairs compartment.

“What’s upstairs? Alex asked before Lexie could answer his last question.

Lexie was already tapping away at his computer. He answered halfheartedly. “Living quarters and a small holding cell.”

Alex was amazed. “How is all this possible?”

Lexie sighed and looked up from his bank of screens. “Look, Nivenger, I could spend hours telling you how I made this place happen, or I could tell you how we are going to defeat this military regime and restore powers to our president. You choose…”

Alex cocked his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Alright. Tell me…”

“Your next target is the Special Assistant to the President on Military affairs. His name is Mr. Lawal Adesan. He is presently holed up in his mansion in the FCT.”

 

The Nivenger will return in the next update.

Beware, O ye corrupt leaders, for the Nivenger is coming for you!

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