Continued...
“I already told you Elion sent me
and I don’t want your money even though I need it bad.” Benjay rummaged the
sling bag at the foot of the bronze-sprayed chair under him. He produced a
sheet of paper and scribbled on it. He pushed the paper to Tiamiyu. “When you
are ready to listen to what Elion wants you to do, call that number.”
He rose, picked
up the sling bag, and walked towards the door. Tiamiyu stared at the paper in
front of him. 080-ELBENJAY was
written on it.
***
Benjay shut the
door behind him and hurried to the main entrance of the MGAAN office complex. He never understood why churches and church-related
organizations built such mega-complexes yet impoverished
Christians numerically dominated the select rich. He had nothing against churches; he just found it ironic that
structure and packaging took precedence over the well-being of souls that these
structures were erected to attract.
The door he’d
just shut opened in tandem with the main entrance and a lady dressed in denims &
a t-shirt entered the lobby. Benjay stopped in midstride. He could recognize
the lady but had no idea where he’d seen her before.
He looked back
and saw Tiamiyu, standing by his office door, and staring at the lady too.
Benjay turned back to the lady and it suddenly hit him. She was one of the
faces he saw in his sojourn into the ethereal.
“Mosun Akinola.” The Voice said.
“Do I approach
her now?” Benjay asked but The Voice didn’t reply. Benjay took a quick decision
and walked over to Mosun, who was conversing with the blonde receptionist. Why
can’t Nigerians just stop the pretense? A blonde Nigerian? Benjay thought.
“I need to talk
to you ma,” Benjay muttered to Mosun, but she sidestepped him and headed for
Tiamiyu’s office. The disgust on her face told Benjay all he needed to know
about her; this lady was rude.
***
Silence. Weighty
physical silence. Silence enough to allow the spiritual noise in the church
yard some vocal room in the physical. Huntoel observed the team of five angels
from the Bureau of War advantageously positioned on the roof of New Estate Baptist, Yaba.
“What are they
doing here?” Sanctiel broke the silence.
“Silence.”
Huntoel hissed without turning to look at Sanctiel. In all his years of
service, he had never been paired with a complete nepios – angels in nappies. He preferred executing missions alone,
but if the occasion demanded a partnership, he always had battalions of
seasoned executors to choose from. But like Amaziel had pled, if Mackel said to take Sanctiel, his reasons
were sturdy.
Rapha dept. had furnished them with cloaks and claymores. Even
though this was meant to be an investigative mission, Huntoel had opined that
something could go wrong and they might have to fight their way through some
skirmishes. Sanctiel hadn’t wielded a sword, more so a claymore since he left
the academy eight Zion months ago. He had never even seen a cloak before, so
his excitement was insanely skewed to the scary when he received it and learnt
its capacities. Also, his enthusiasm beat new-year fireworks when he learnt he
was going on a mission with Huntoel – the most decorated executor in the
Bureau.
“Sir, once again
it is my greatest honour to serve alongside--" Sanctiel reeled off in
excitement, forgetting the last order Huntoel had just issued.
“Silence.”
Huntoel hissed again and ducked. He pushed Sanctiel’s head beneath the rise of
the roof adjacent to the huge church. Yazael, the leader of the five-angel
team, spun in their direction.
***
Yazael scanned
the building adjacent to theirs and sniffed the descending zephyr.
“We have
company.” He said, drawing his sabre-tooth scimitar.
“Light or
darkness?” Messuel, Yazael’s second in command, asked. But Yazael uttered not a
word.
The team of five
had defected from the ongoing onslaught in Sections 61-65 of Quadrant 1 – Yobe, Maiduguri, Baga, Biu and Gwoza.
Balrog’s battalion was doing a damn fine job of upsetting the scales of justice
in code 234 and the apostolic wave that Elion wanted to drown Africa in had
been stalled. Nigeria was pivotal to the success of this last move of Elion on
planet earth before the great Armageddon.
To be Continued...
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2 comments:
This can be produced as a sequel. It's an engaging read from the first word to the last.
It's actually part of the "Bureau of Life" novel. I'm just introducing the book via the blog posts.
Thanks for reading through and I'm glad you were engaged and blessed by it.
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