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Sade stepped out of the door gun-first. The passage was in semi-darkness. She dropped to her knee and listened. The silence was total and dangerous. She knew this kind of silence too well, it was the kind of silence that held blades and pulled triggers. This silence was mostly only broken with a fatal cry.

Sade took a step forward. She listened. The passage ended in a furnitureless sitting room. She covered it in five or six long strides. The badly lit sitting room was half moon in shape with a staircase in the middle, surrounded by a door and half a dozen windows. Sade was interested in the staircase, she would make a better defense if she got upstairs and lured her assailants up. But the distance between the cover of the walls of passage and the stairway was too large, nearly ten feet, she would be hit from any of the numerous windows before she made it.

She decided to wait. They were after her life, there was no need in hurrying. It was they who were under pressure to get her. It was her life and she would wait for a decade to save it. She had nothing to lose. She waited. The silence grew thicker, thicker and began to close in on her, tormenting her patience. She didn’t care, silence and impatience never killed. She had once been cornered like this in a the Tunisian swamps, for close to nine hours. She…

A window glass shattered the  silence. A small ball landed in the middle of the room. Bomb, Sade hugged the floor waiting for the blast that would tire her into pieces. Nothing happened. She looked up and quickly shut her eyes at the thickening fog of smoke. So it was a smoke bomb… She sharply held her breath in order not to inhale too much of the toxic chemical, and began a quick crawl to the stairs. When Sade reached and climbed the first steps, it dawned on her–this wasn’t an ordinary smoke bomb. She felt herself losing consciousness, gradually, steadily. Then total quiet.


#        #
Slim. Just Slim. No surname, no title. Slim. He was, some years back, the most feared Russian assassin in Western Europe. A stint of recklessness saw him entangled with a prostitute in Italy who bathed his face with cooking oil. He was put away in the hospital for months. When he got out with a monstrous face, he would have sworn his confidence was intact and even prove it. But his superiors had little care for oath and proofs. They demoted him and sent him to the quiet waters of Central Africa. Slim bore grudges; he was a bitter man.

His six years here had been uncommonly boring and frustrating. It was worse than working in the civil service back home. And the women were a hardship to lay. He hated Africa. But his life had suddenly come alive earlier today when he was ordered to go finish Sade. He had never met Sade but he had heard stories of her escapades. Then he read her file and was convinced she was the most dangerous agents Africa had ever seen and would ever see. It gave him joy to be the agent that would put a bullet in her guts. He was succeeding where hundreds of agents from the major powers had failed.

So as he steered the tired jeep to Manka’s rendezvous, he permitted himself a guttural whistling. He would have fun.
#         #
Navas smashed an angry foot on Sade’s side. ‘I have lost two good agents because of you bitch,’ and again he kicked the woman lying on the floor of the sitting room, her head on the foot of the staircase, her face covered with blood from Navas persistent battering. ‘Bastard,’ he spat and stamped on her belly. Sade moaned. ‘Why don’t you use your gun?’ she managed.

In response he stamped her on the belly with all the energy in his veins, twice. ‘Coward,’ she said. Stamp. ‘Sir we are wasting time,’ Navas orderly said. ‘Of course,’ Navas agreed. ‘The pilots should be impatient now. Carry the bitch to the car.’ And Navas turned. He opened the door and looked straight into Slim’s Makarov. Navas opened his mouth to say something, Slim shot him in the mouth. ‘Drop the girl,’ Slim said to Navas’ orderly who had half carried Sade, in bad French. He quietly obeyed.

‘Comment tu t’appelles?’ Slim asked him.


Slim threw a pair of handcuffs on Paul’s feet. ‘Handcuff yourself in the window burglary.’ Paul took the cuffs to a window and cuffed his hand. ‘I will kill you later. But first I wish you to watch a blue film.’ And he revealed vampire teeth. He looked down on Sade. ‘Beautiful bitch.’ He reached for his trousers zip and drew it down. He brought out an enormous phallus. ‘Lucky bitch,’ he said, ‘I am going to satisfy you before you die.’

Sade shut her eyes. A frustrating anger filled and boiled inside her. God, she prayed, please take my life before…

Slim fell on her, cutting her prayer short. Sade couldn’t feel any amorous activity on her flesh. she heard his painful gasp, and then complete quiet. She felt Slim’s body being removed from her. What was he doing? She opened her eyes. Mark was standing before her, smiling, his pistol smoking while Maku dragged the Russian’s body away. ‘You are almost late,’ she said.

‘I am sorry, dear. We are still using a helicopter built in 1999.’

Sade looked at Maku. ‘You are been piloted by a man born before independence.’ They laughed.
#         #
Sade woke up with significant freshness and gratefulness. She was alive and far removed from harm less than a quarter of a day after she had looked death in its black eyes. She pushed the blanket aside and stepped down. A small knock landed on the door. ‘Yes.’

Mark entered the room carrying a tray of of two steaming teas. Sade’s belly grumbled with warmth. ‘Sweet morning,’ he said. She smiled. ‘You sure wants to spoil me.’

‘You deserve it.’ He placed the tray on the stool. Sade took one cup. ‘Where exactly is this place?’ ‘It’s in the coast of Cameroon. This house itself used to be a love nest of a former vice president. The last time he ran for president, he claimed he no longer womanised and abandoned here. The war office took it.’

‘You brought me to a love nest?’ He tried to make excuses but the fire in her eyes stopped him. They watched the fire burn each other’s eyes. She replaced the tea. Then their lips slowly met in an urgent kiss. She laid back on the bed, he lowered astride her and their tongue and lips and glands danced to a passionate rhythm. He reached for her nightgown, slipped in his hand and explore soft breasts. Sade placed warm palms on his shoulders, he stopped.

‘Not yet dear. I am not ready.’

‘Of course.’ They were united in their hot sensuous breathing. Sade sat up. ‘How long do you intend to stay here?’

‘I believe it will take me one week to arrange for your false papers and find a place where no one would ever find you.’ He took a sip. ‘Then I will stay another week.’

‘I foresee a beautiful two weeks. It’s been a while I had some real fun. Won’t Abuja miss you?’

‘They should. But the report I gave Maku should cover me. I told them I am trying to trace some Camus terrorist arrangements in Cameroon. The presence of the hostage Paul will cement my story.’

She pecked his chin. ‘You lie to the Federal Government just to be with me. I am sentimentally impressed.’

He watched her walk to the window. ‘Been with you is important. But equally important is hiding you and making sure no evil befalls you. If FG can’t protect you then we may have to lie to them to do the needful.’

Sade was only half listening. She was staring at the Olympic styled swimming pool outside. ‘Hey Mark, this is beautiful!’

‘It’s presidential.’

‘I feel like swimming,’ she turned to him now by her side. ‘Not yet. You are not strong.’

‘You lie. I am very strong.’

‘Prove it.’

Their eyes met again, again that fire. They didn’t have a consciousness of moving but they were soon in each other’s arms in a fresh kissing course. Next, they were  rested on the bed, exploring, daring. She was ready, after all.
#            #
The head of HAZARD, Camus Island’s spying outfit, Hugo was hysterical. He smashed fat fists on the desk. The air crew hadn’t heard from Navas and they were supposed to have left Cameroon seven hours ago. What had happened? He cursed himself for having spent the night at his mistress’. Now he had lost several hours. The team he dispatched to check on Navas were due to report anytime now, but he wasn’t optimistic. And Colonel Hector never forgave a mistake. He rose to his feet. His telephone charged to life. He scooped it up. He was shocked when the voice spoke in English.

‘My name is Maku, a Nigerian agent. I am expected to deliver your operative Paul who’s currently in our custody to my government. But I am prepared to sell him back to you. I am also prepared to tell you Sade’s hideout. But this will cost you a real fortune.’

‘May I speak with Agent Paul?’


A quick exchange in Spanish and Hugo was convinced. The phone was returned to Maku. ‘You know where Sade is right now?’


‘And you are prepared to sell her?’

‘At the right price.’

‘Name your price.’

To be Continued…

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26 thoughts on “BLOOD ISLAND (4)

  1. Super Dann

    Kai! Dnt even think of doing that to our James Bond…dont! First, tell me were Camus island is because if they succeed in killing our Sade, war with them is inevitable!!!



      First, get a new map. That outdated map in your wall cannot have Camus Island. Or, I will get the map myself when I am coming home. I am really thinking of ending Sade now. Five episodes miniseries no bad na


  2. kelvin

    Hell no! No no no
    Guy why na! No, tell me why.

    Pls help me get the map. I need it, it’s about time I go save my jasmine from those Jafar.
    Who am I?
    I am ALADIN. I have a magic kettle, a monkey and a flying carpet. All I need now is the map. She needs me.
    As for Mark? I will forgive him for kissing my wife. Sade saved him once and he has paid back the price. He gas back off now.

    Big Bro, well done. Can’t wait for the next.



      Aladin, hahaha. Magic kettle, flying monkeys, I won’t stop laughing. Man you need more than a map, you need a nap, the weather is too hot.

      As for kissing and ordering Mark to back off, I will deliver your message if you will drop your address. Man you won’t kill somebody.

      See you next week, then we’ll know if we’ll see another next week. Thanks again, again


  3. ojay

    I dnt tink Maku z serious about wot he just said.unless if he wants to take a spiritual head shot.@K,abeg no try am o,or else,or else…….I comment my reserve


  4. Bamise

    So you’re threatening to kill Sade abi? Try it and see what I will do to you. Oh, you thought you were the only one who could give a threat? Think again.
    In other news, good job with this episode. If you know Maku, tell him not to kill himself, because his latest actions will sound the death knell for him.



      I can see that those who will cut a throat for Sade are sharpening their knives and folding their sleeves, it’s almost thrilling already. And perhaps it won’t be such a bad decision to test these loyalty. In another news, thanks to sharing your thoughts, Maku will get your message. Thumbs, Bamise


  5. Anavami

    Haba! You too dey vex. Ok no vex, forgive we the ghost readers and save our Sade for us. She has suffered enough na. Let her atleast enjoy the two weeks in peace.
    Thanks for the stories, this and Corpers lodge. Learnt about your blog from my mind snaps.



      Mymindsnaps, Walter! The guy is my blogger-godfather. Please help me thank him for his graciousness or should I say graciousity towards my blog. If everyone who reads my blog comments on it, my blog will crash. I was however wondering aloud because this series is one of my least responded upon series and I was putting my soul on paper creating this. I will never want to bore my readers, so I spoke out. It is called creativity check. Thanks Anavami for sharing your thoughts, for the very first time. Keep blogging with us


  6. Evan

    We are now responding o. So if you must kill Sade, look for another excuse. That is after you must have found a good hiding place.



      Ah ha, didn’t they say threats can be conquered by greater threats. It’s like you guys are out to call my bluff. Hmm, Evan it needed a ‘threat’ to fish you out. It’s well.
      Welcome to Hard Voices


  7. RoborKaybee

    Kings!!!! nna,don’t try wat u r thinking so..(in Igbo tongue)….
    woooooow. Sade finally opened d cookiejar. I HV waited so long for dis…
    Maku shud beta b. joking becos wen trouble sleep, yanga go wake am, na wetin him de fine…..Sade will sure gve him PALAVA
    Nyz job Kings…..u still d best



      The cookie jar abi. Of all the metaphors on earth, of all the things I this episode, cookie jar is all you can think of/and see. Elijah, your wahala no dey carry last o. And to add Robb to the something, you used my accent. E be like say no be only Maku need PALAVA, E be like say…

      Thumbs up, big Bros


  8. Adeleke Julianah

    You dare not kill Sade!
    In fact, you no fit!
    Or else ehn! *cocks AK50, aims at his wrist!*
    Ama shoot sombori hia! 😈😈😈🙅🙅🙅
    That Maku will get more than a bullet on his useless butt if he carry through his plan o!
    Exquisite piece!

    And please, 5 episodes too short naa! This is #SadeHaram we’re talking about o?



      Just try and kill Sade and she left the threat hanging there. Well, well, Sade seems to have genuine lovers. Unbeknownst of thee you guys have saved her life, for one more episode, at least…


  9. Yemie

    Hmmm….our Superheroine Sade really does move on fast! And here I was thinking Kingsley, ahem….I meant to say Dozie, 😞was the great love of her life and man of her dreams! Way to go Mark, you sure as heck know how to crack the code…literally! 👿😆

    I have a very good mind to call your bluff Kingsley and tell you to go right ahead with your tell-tale threat of pulling the plugs off of Sade! You fit?! Hmf! 😞

    Quit bursting your tripz and get with the programne before you commit a crime synonymous with a ‘literary suicide’, as you’d be shooting yourself a-foot and hanging yourself with a noose if you even dare to pull that stunts! Sade’s your essence, your substance; your life! She’s your muse, without her was nothing written that was written! I’ll really like to see you try! I plenty dare you, goofball! 😈😆

    In other news, there’s another snitch over on the horizon! What is it with the world of intelligence and rats?! Snitches?! Terrific new angle Kingsley, thrilling!!! Kudos!!! 👍👍😄



      Dozie happened in 2013, to years later you don’t expect Sade to continue to sit on by the sit by the dead fireside, her hands buried in the ashes forever, mourning a man she wasn’t even married to, do you? Well, it isn’t realistic nor favorable to my plot for her to remain in romantic limbo. If anyone is crazy about Dozie, I suspect it’s you, lols, you are the only one talking about him. #winks

      Seriously you entertain me with your dramatic belief on Sade. My life Indeed, my essence Indeed, and, nothing was written without Sade… I SEE. I no fit laugh. I try not to be drawn in a battle about my favourite characters. I like Sade and appreciate the role she plays in my blog but if I were to rate her among other characters, you will be surprised. Very surprised. In other news, did you call some people rats? I have fainted with mirth. These days, I no longer break my embargo on laughing, when people make me laugh, I just faint.

      Thanks dear for doing this, and doing it well


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