MOST WANTED MAN IN THE WORLD

CHAPER TWO

To unlock any of the cabinets, you have to input a computerised code, with changes after each opening. A 64 inch flat screen TV hung on the eastern wall of the office, while below it was a medium sized refrigerator which harbours most of the food that the man eats. But behind all this normal appliances, hidden in plain view all around the office were some ingeniously crafted devices and mechanisms that work together to produce mind-blowing effects. High above the wall, just behind the television is a switch.

just a simple on and off switch, which when touched, the whole of the eastern wall would revolve and open showing a room on the other side which the wall has been concealing. It is a secret room, some sort of store house, where some of the most important and secret files are kept. On the seat that the director is seating on, just on the extreme end, lies a remote meant only for use on emergencies like an attack.

The chair is programmed to emit blinding black smoke before going through a opening under it and out through the stairs. Offering the director the much needed escape route in the case of an unwanted guest or visitors.

Henry stood at attention before the man. They call him "grand pa".

Only a few know the man's real name. The few with the highest level security clearance in the agency and smaller a few among the few knows what the man's real work is. Grandpa scrutinized Henry with his piercing eyes. Eyes that seems to be seeing through the innermost of a person's heart. He was dressed in a black and yellow cardigan, and a black trouser. His usual office dress. A perfect way for him to always remain inconspicuous

"Did you get the message?" He asked, his eyes fixed squarely on Henry.

"Yes sir" Said henry, staring back at the man. " I got the message, but it was not clear". he said.

Grand pa nodded slowly, running his hand along his eyebrows.

"It's best that you came. Here it is" He said, sliding a photo along the table towards Henry.

Henry firmly picked up the photo and studied the face of the man staring back at him with a mischievous grin. The smile seems like the smile of someone who knew what he was doing was wrong, and seems to be taunting whoever that is looking for him to come get him.

It was a middle-aged man, probably in his late forties. Scruffy nose, black hair and middle eastern looking. Henry has been in the work for a while to be able to tell a lot of things about someone, just by looking at a photo, even though this time around, the signs were somehow obvious. The man on the photo looks like he is well to do. Black Armani suits, Rolex watch and a diamond ring on his waving hand. Henry's keen had quickly scanned the man's accessories and came up with it's worth "$8,560. "Obviously not a poor man". He muttered to himself.

"Do you know him?". asked Grand pa. A question he knew Henry has no answer to.

Henry shook his head and gave the man a prompting look, which seemed to be saying. Tell me.

"That is omran korsi. A well known Syrian celebrity, well, well known over there in Syria. And public figure." Said the director and paused. Henry gave the man another prodding look. He knows he was not called here just to be shown the picture of a Syrian celebrity and public figure. There is the main thing.

"But what his enthusiastic fans and general public don't know is that he is a secret die hard supporter and sponsor of terrorism in Africa".

Henry stood unmoving, his face blank as he listened to the man.

Grand pa continued. " He has supported Maisap with the sum of $40 Million for the procurement of their arms. I also received reports from my sources that he had also made a pledge of another $15 million last week. That's why he needs to be popped".

Henry slowly ran his hand along the collar of his suit and asked "Where does he live?".

"Damascus".

He ry sharply stared up at the man, not out of panic, but if surprise and anxious anticipation. "Damascus?".

"Yeah, Damascus. Right in the heart of the city. The upscale part offcourse". Expounded the man.

The first word that flashed on Henry's head was hostile territory. Freaking hostile territory. But which of his mission had been an easy one. No country would let you go after murdering their citizen on their own soil. Not even your allies, not to talk of a country that yours have no relationship with. His adrenaline surged in anticipation at the thought.

"When will it happen?. He asked.

"In seven days". said the man. " I will brief you on everything later."

"Yes sir". Muttered Henry and he turned and began walking out of the office. He quietly closed the door behind him and sauntered off.

He walked out of the building and strolled to where his car was parked..

The building is a yellow four story structure. A grim and simple looking building, housing the staffs of the National intelligence Agency, NIA. The national intelligence agency is the apex intelligence organization in nigeria. Tbey are taxes with intelligence gathering and counter terrorism operations.

But behind that fancy name, behind all the banal and corporate looking employees, lurks some of the world's most lethal and efficient assassins. Away from the prying eyes of the public, is their covert duty of eliminating anyone or anything that is a threat to the national security of the country.

It is so secretive and classified, that even some of those working at the NIA are not even aware of most of their operations.

Henry pressed the remote control of the Audi, opening it . He boarded and slowly wheeled out of the NIA compound, acknowledging the sentry's with Nod as he drove off.

The Audi raced through the Madison boulevard. Henry held the steering wheel with his left and with his right hand, brought out his phone from his pocket. He searched for a number, found it and typed in a message, then pressed send. Henry put the phone back into his pocket and focused on the road ahead.

The usual bustling Madison boulevard looks quiet and tranquil now. It is a eight lane asphalt paved road. On both sides of the road were palm trees which lined the full length. The famous ogada market is located here.

Henry love coming here to get some of the foodstuffs he needs. Like he would always say " I love them fresh". Even though the market is quite far from his house which is located on the outskirts of the city.