BLOOD ISLAND (8)

The last episode of Blood Island was published in July. I quietly stopped the series because, at the time, Corpers Lodge was in its climax and people were treating Sade as second choice. Sade is first love, how dare you treat her less! Corpers Lodge has since burned out and the ashes have been mercifully poured into the Niger. I bring back Sade to the centre of the stage, where she belongs. To refresh your mind on the drama so far, read episodes six and seven here and here . Or just go on and read this; the most important thing is that Sade is back, to kick some fresh ass, what else? I need you to give Sade a befitting welcome in the comment section. I am usually not sentimental about comments. But with Sade, I am a little touchy. Let’s go.
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Valencia smiled as she replaced the receiver of the telephone. Sade was coming for her, Agent Doe had whispered. This piece of news had accelerated blood pressures in three continents and brought unpleasant thoughts of the graveyard. Valencia was expected to cower and begin to run for cover. Even as he leaked the secret to her, her informer’s voice reeked of raw fear that was almost reverend. But he didn’t know Valencia. She was the last person to run away from another human being. She had clashed with Sade two days back in Cameroon and had subdued Sade as easily as putting a corpse in a body bag. If Sade decided to pay her a visit then Sade would get a befitting welcome. This time around, the result of their confrontation, she was sure, would be final.

Valencia made for a window and drew the curtain aside. She watched the floodlit driveway lined with a canopy of trees in both sides. The bungalow had been a colonial residence. When Valencia was given this apartment she didn’t like it, its extra-spacious sitting room and countless bedrooms which had suited the ruling Spaniards, who usually entertained, had bored and annoyed her. But after six years of living here, she had grown sentimental about it, and almost loved it. But things had suddenly changed, Colonel Hector was dead and the new head of state, Air Vice Marshal Douglas was not a friend. He must be interested in removing the Russian satellites from Camus Island. But he was a coward. Rather than demand for her arrest and interrogation, he befriended the alien Sade and sent her after Valencia.

Valencia had only one option. Leave Camus Island. South Africa was a good destination to hide. But first, she must kill Sade. That would be her last perfect gift to the world of espionage.
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Someone in the Russian Embassy was making a phone call. The instructions were in short, clipped Russian and twice the name Sade was mentioned.
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Valencia had now packed to her taste and was now ready to take her bath when a smash on the gate broke into her consciousness. She ran to the the window. A fast moving jeep sped down the driveway. Sade was here! Blood pumped into Valencia’s face; she ran into the bedroom, snatched out a drawer and fetched her HAZARD Special Automatic. As she made back into the sitting room, the car crashed on the wall. Valencia dropped to her knees behind a couch, her pistol ready. She waited. Nothing happened. She was the hunted. There was no need for her to hurry. Let Sade play the next card.

She heard the noise of a gun head on a window glass, she turned, firing thrice on the window, on reflex, shattering glass. Then silence. She waited. Her breathing, notches high.

The breaking of the glass of the next window brought Valencia around to it, shooting twice. A thousand pieces of glass on the floor was the only visible result. Valencia waited, dead alert. The earth stood on its toes, silence filled the room with steel. Valencia with tout muscles and dripping forehead, waited, unblinking.

The door handle snapped, Valencia fired twice on the door, and waited. The handle kicked again, she fired three times. She half-expected Sade to fall and cry out from a bullet wound. Instead the first window shook, Valencia firearm reported twice. Her breathing was loaded as though she breathed in lead and breathed out iron. Then the keyhole began an urgent juggling, Valencia made to fire but her heart sank as she discovered the whole trick. She had run out of bullets. The door pushed open and Sade walked in calmly, like a nurse dropping in to see a favoured patient.

‘You bitch,’ Valencia hailed.

‘The only reason you are still standing on your feet is because I am a bitch. I am lenient when dealing with co-bitches. But don’t push me.’

‘What do you want?’

‘Sit down.’

Valencia gave Sade a long evil eye and made her decision. Sade held her pistol by her hip pocket. I can surprise her. She rushed at Sade with the agility of a lioness. Sade lowered her head and thrust forward, slamming her forehead on Valencia’s midriff. Valencia crashed her back on the floor, her abdominal cavity on fire.

Sade grabbed Valencia on the hair and drew her face level with hers. ‘I am here over the Russian satellites. I need to know where they’re operating from?’

‘Go to hell,’ Valencia said.

Sade grinned knowingly. She would force the information from the former when she had to. She knew all about Valencia’s famous diary. If Valencia knew about the Russian satellites, her diary would know. Sade got hold of Valencia’s hand and handcuffed it on a foot of her couch. Sade entered the bedroom.

The first thing she saw was the large unmade bed, near which lay two suitcases. The makeup table was vacant. Sade’s eyes fell on the chest of drawers. She made for it, flung them open. No diary. She turned to the suitcases.

The sound of a car ignition starting set Sade’s eyes popping. She snatched out her pistol as she ran into the sitting room. Valencia was gone. She got the door opened and saw the jeep speeding towards the gate. ‘No!’ Sade ran after the car. It was useless. The car passed the gate and was gone. Sade was so mad at herself she slammed her knees on the gravels. It was a stupid mistake to make. She had handcuffed Valencia on the foot of the couch, but the piece of furniture was thinner than the circle of the cuff! All Valencia did was lift the furniture up and go free with the cuffs. Sade bit her lip and cursed herself.

A faint sound of aircraft swayed Sade’s attention, then gradually grabbed it as it ascended in volume. The plane was too low for comfort. It suddenly dawned on Sade. She dived towards the lineup of trees, making to hug one. Valencia’s house exploded into an inferno of concrete, wood, nails, steel and destruction. Poor Sade, even she couldn’t outrun a bomb. The blast wave struck her, the initial force of the shock wave knocked her down, flinging her deep into the trees in secondary fragmentation. Then, blackout.

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To be Continued…

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27 thoughts on “BLOOD ISLAND (8)

  1. Adeleke Julianah

    Wow!
    Thank God o!
    Been waiting for like eternity to hear from #Sade again! Yay! *Dancing alingo*
    Welcome back my one and only Sade!!!

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    • HARD VOICES

      I am born again, I don’t fight. The weapons of my warfare are not canal. I throw and catch bomb, on paper This is Sade entering a casket, any blow is a nail on the casket. OJ, use your tongue to count your teeth na

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  2. aitasweet

    Let me just warn you!!! Listen to me veryyy carefully Oke- if you let me wait for the next episode of my precious Sade’s escapades.. I’ll erm erm ermmm… set your blog on fire! There, that being said, Oya please oo Pleaseeeeee, don’t Starve us jor.

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  3. Lady Em

    Wow.. Sade is really back.. Valencia would surely get what’s coming to her.. And kay,you better keep sade in good shape unless you want me 2…

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  4. Alexis Chyka

    Sade.
    This only reminds me of Yemmie.
    Sade, I mean Kingsley, I am glad you’re back in action and essence. We all know what Sade means to ya. Great job here. Captivating twist. Me like

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  5. kelvin

    Em… First of all (go down low) I will like to address the issue of kissing: I don’t like it when mark whispers into my Sade’s ear or kiss her or even touch her.
    Am a very jealous lover. I can’t share my woman all In the name of acting. Pls, Mark be warned. Sade, well done o, Eku kissing.

    Secondly, my Sade is back. Come on give it up for My Sade (applauding and whistling) thank you!

    Em… And also I want to thank my big bro for bringing my beloved back. I missed her. More than all of you do (she’s my wife) all of you were busy with the happening in cemented lodge and forgot Sade. Diaris God o.
    Valencia…. (evil laugh) you go die.
    Thumbs up big bro

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    • HARD VOICES

      First of all, that kissing is episode seven, three months ago. Past tense bro, all the touching and necking.
      Yes, Sade’s back to stay or perish. I applaud you for standing by her, for not being carried away by the waters of Corpers Lodge. Indeed she’s your “dream” wife.
      Let’s do this every week for the next one month or so

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  6. RoborKaybee

    U have no idea hw excited I was seeing d notification on my timeline..i smile n was like “Kings is doing well”…
    So Sade is back for real… ready to kick some ass..Valencia had better drive dat jeep straight to southafrica else, dat will b her last ride..
    Welcome bk my heroine
    kings tnx for returning my crush
    u r far too kind

    nyz narration as always

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    • HARD VOICES

      Thanks man. I believe you. I know how busy you can be, now making out time to not just read this but write thoughtful comments show how much you really like it and here.
      Yeah Sade is back to kick asses, although so far she hasn’t which is why Valencia should be pitied. Thanks for this, you are even kinder

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  7. Omoluabi Gregory

    A real nice piece, with suspense. I didn’t know I was hanging till my feet touched the ground. I think some Spanish and Russian Linguistic colour will do your work a lot of good.

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  8. Saint Gab

    I almost skipped this when I saw plenty messages in my email inbox. Thank Blood I didn’t… Sade must have had the Nigerian mentality of getting overwhelmed by victory and forgetting to reason. I bet that should put a lesson in her dummy skull.

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