If you missed were the story began you can find it here Rule Of Law, I hope you enjoy the read.
A corolla in desperate need of a new coat of paint glided to a halt in front of the Mutenda law offices. Yeolanda checked her mirror once again before going out, her little daily dose of vanity. All the while a few steps away from the car Terrence suddenly felt the heaviness of the pistol in his shoulder holster. His heart ran at olympic pace but his breathing was calm. Yeolanda closed her mirror then stepped out and headed for the office door with her keys in hand.
Terrence shook the coins in his cup and Yeolanda obliged by taking a dollar out of her purse and throwing it in there. “Thank you mam,” he said in a low voice.
A few seconds after she had entered into the building Terrence followed in. He found Yeolanda busy behind the front desk searching for the day’s meeting calender. She was struck with the usual horror business owners had when bums entered into their premises. But before she could say anything, Terrence with the swiftness of a seasoned professional had swung his pistol from its holster and now Yeolanda was staring into its barrel. Her hands instantly developed a twitch, her mouth went dry and she lost the ability to blink.
“Your father did this to you,” Terrence said with coldness in his eyes and as he took a breath bracing himself before pulling the trigger.
Yeolanda closed her eyes and said one final prayer before her life ended. She wasn’t holding on to any hope. Suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass and Yeolanda felt blood splatter all over her face. She opened her eyes just in time to see Terrence fall to the ground. Well to her he was still the homeless man with a gun in his hand and now a hole in his head. To her left the front door had shattered indicating the bullet had come from outside but still suffering from shock, to Yeolanda this all hadn’t just happened.
Time was still not ticking and for a moment she actually forgot to breathe. As she began to digest the situation, the questions also came flooding in. Who was the man on the floor? What did he mean, “her father did this to her”? Who had just shot him? Was it mistaken identity? These questions were interrupted by Vincent a colleague of Yeolanda’s pushing the door open.
Across the street unknown to most, in the first floor of a building supposedly under going renovations, a security detail had been posted there. The bill was being paid by someone anonymous with the directive of keeping Yeolanda safe. Safe from who? This question hadn’t been answered but they were watching her around the clock. They even had a post close to her apartment. But it wasn’t the kind of security you found in the yellow pages, they were simply people you’d be introduced to if you had deep pockets and dangerous enemies.
“What do we do now boss?” Asked the guy positioned at the window wielding the sniper rifle.
The smell of gun powder was still fresh in the air and the barrel of the rifle still warm to the touch. All three of the men in the room were dressed in nearly the same dull colours, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. They all wore caps and had the built of active athletes with the stiff jaw appearance of members of the military. There was one guy who seemed to be the one in charge, he was pacing nonstop and the other was busy packing up as they got ready to close up shop with the third still looking through the sniper scope.
“I’m calling our beneficiary but let’s get ready to extract her,” replied the guy in charge. “Benjamin you’re driving and George be in position to get the girl.”
These were code names, chosen from the first names of presidents on US currency notes. Only the man in charge was just referred to as the boss.
On the command Benjamin began taking his rifle apart and packing it in a travel bag. He retrieved a 9 mm pistol and tucked it into his waistband. George was already out of the door and heading for the law office. The wheels were in motion and as soon as the boss got off the phone action would be taken.
Mr Chindera was in his office going over the morning paper. Gone were the days when he went there to actually do any work. It was now just a ritual for him and an escape from his wife. In that moment he heard his phone vibrating and he checked his pockets but it wasn’t that cell ringing. He immediately went into a state of panic as he retrieved his secret cell from his briefcase. It couldn’t be good news, only the security detail looking after his daughter had this number.
“Hello,” answered Mr Chindera.
“Hello Mr C, we’ve encountered a problem over here,” said an extremely calm voice.
“What’s the problem?”
“There’s been an attempt on her, how do we proceed?”
There was silence for a moment and only breathing was heard. Mr Chindera contemplated his options and he decided to take the most drastic of measures for the safety of his family.
“Take her now and I’ll send you a location of where we’ll meet!”
In front of the Mutenda law offices just as people were beginning to gather outside, George felt his phone vibrate and that was the signal. He charged into the offices and without a word grabbed Yeolanda’s arm and dragged her outside. As she began to resist, George lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The SUV being driven by Benjamin came screeching to halt just a short distance from them. Yeolanda was thrown into the back seat and the car took off.
A few hours later Yeolanda was on a helicopter landing in Namibia being received by her whole family. The news was running with a headline that said, their house had just burnt down with everyone inside. She still didn’t feel safe and she still had questions.