Chapter Eight
New Brunswick, New Jersey, USA.
Manuel Rodriguez left his home in New Brunswick, New Jersey, on his way to New York for his meeting with Cummins.
He took a taxi to the train station in Trenton. He had to wait for fifteen minutes, before the train arrived.
He got on the train, and sat down on a window seat.
He put on his headphones and listened to Jay-Z’s music, turning the volume up to the highest.
He also pretended to read a book so as to discourage a conversation with the man sitting beside him, he also texted each of the other four members of his gang, to meet them at the usual meeting venue in the Bronx.
As the train moved, he went down memory lane.
Rodriguez first came into the US as an illegal immigrant from Mexico in nineteen ninety-nine as a nineteen-year-old, he had crossed the border between Los Angeles and Mexico.
When he first got to the States
16th January, 2009.LAGOS, Nigeria.John Summers woke up by 6:10 am, he quickly went to take his bath. He’d be checking out of the hotel by 7am, and he’d have to get dressed as fast as possible in order to be right on schedule, he had already packed his luggages the night before.By 6:45, he was fully dressed, and ready to checkout of the hotel.He locked the door to his hotel room, and dragged his suitcase, down the hallway and into the elevators, his laptop bag slung on his back.The elevator took him down to the groundfloor, and he stepped out and walked towards the checkout counter. As soon as he stepped out of the elevators, a bellboy rushed towards him and took his suitcase from him, pulling it to the checkout counter. The woman at the checkout counter typed away at her keyboard for a few minutes, before handing him his hotel bill for him to sign.He signed his bill, and paid with his card.
CHAPTER TENOn the spur of the moment, he decided to go and unwind at the club downtown. He had a quick bath, and changed his clothes, before leaving his house, he drove to the club in his Lambourghini Gallardo. He got to the club thirty minutes later, parked his car, and walked towards the club entrance.At the entrance, he greeted the Puerto Rican bouncer, Xavier who’s always stationed at the entrance of the club, standing at attention like a soldier. He handed the boucer, two hundred dollar bills, and walked into the club without waiting to acknowledge his stiff “thank you”.As he entered the club, he saw a very familiar face, it didn’t take him long to remember who the person is and where he had met him. Faruq was an old rapper friend, who he’d met in Texas. Then he remembered that Faruq is Nigerian, the sort of person he needed to see at the moment. He walked up to him.“Yo wassup dawg&rdquo
Chapter ElevenNew York City, USA.Danny sat with two of his fellow senior special agents in the office of the head of the field office, they were discussing Wolfgang’s case and a host of similar cases that’s being investigated by agents of the field office.He’d had to tell his boss, rather shamefully, that he has not really made much progress in the investigation of Edwin Wolfgang, and would like to be given a lot more time to unravel the connection between Wolfgang and the murders.When he said that, Wayne had given him an ice-cold look, and had proceeded to give him a long talk on how he should be stepping up his game, and what his failure to nail Wolfgang would mean for the bureau and the public.They discussed ongoing investigations, and intelligence gathering in the ongoing counter-terrorism fight for sometime, with Wayne giving his commendations, criticisms, and reprimands as the case may be. They
CHAPTER TWELVESummers looked at his wristwatch, it was 3:55pm, about five minutes to closing time.He got up from his chair, and walked over to the file cabinets, to see if there was still any of his personal effects lying there.He checked thoroughly, and was satisfied that there was none.He checked his briefcase, and his backpack, everything was intact.He picked up his things, and locked his office door for the final time in his life.He walked over to the personnel office to drop the keys, as he walked down the hallway he checked Whitefield’s office, the door was locked.‘He might be waiting for me outside’ he thought to himself. He walked on to the personnel office, and saw Whitefield coming out of the office.“Hey John, the staff association is organizing a going- away dinner for us” Whitefield said. “That would be nice, where are they holding the din
Chapter ThirteenNew Brunswick, New Jersey, USA.Cummins drove into the parking lot of one of the coziest restaurant in downtown New Brunswick, and got out of his car. He opened the back door of the car, and retrieved a small bag from the backseat, before locking the car.He walked out of the parking lot, and into the restaurant, ignoring the doorman who had offered to take his coat from him. Once he was inside the restaurant, he chose a table for two close to the fireplace, and sat down there, waiting for Rodriguez.He looked around the dining room, totally oblivious of the two men dressed in black suits, who had been following him right from when he left the party, and were now sitting two tables away from him, and casting furtive glances at him.A waiter approached him, and offered to take his order, but he declined, telling him that he’s wating for someone, and until the person comes, he’d not be ordering anything. A
CHAPTER FOURTEENRodriguez paced up and down the small room in his penthouse- where he regularly meets with members of his gang, with a big frown on his face, he looked at the rolex on his wrist from time to time and sighed.As soon as he got back from the restaurant, he had sent a text to Lisa, telling her to assemble the team and meet him, and she had replied him ten minutes later, telling him that they would be on their way shortly, but two hours after,they have still not gotten to his house, and Lisa was not picking her calls, neither was she replying his texts.He brought out his phone, and was about to call Lisa again, when he heard the revving sound of the engine of Lisa’s brabus, as they drove into the compound.“What the fuck took you guys so long?” Rodriguez asked, scowling as Lisa walked into the room, with the rest of the team following in her wake.“We’re so sorry boss, we were all out clubbing i
Chapter Fifteen17th January, 2009.New York City, USA.Carl Whitefield woke up at ten minutes past 7am, he got out of bed and took off his pajamas, tied a towel around his waist, and went into the bathroom to take his bath.He was scheduled to meet with the chairman of the company he just got a job in by 9, he had to get dressed and get on the road as early as possible, to avoid being held up by traffic.He finished taking his bath within five minutes, and went back into his room to dress up. His wife was away visiting her mother in Cincinati together with their two-year-old daughter, he was thankful for their absence this morning as he would be able to get dressed in next to no time without being distracted.He selected a black suit, tailored in Milan.He put on dark Italian shoes, and looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his hair, he loved the image he saw in the mirror. He put on his swiss wristwatch,
CHAPTER SIXTEENDENVER, COLORADO.“Ladies and gentlemen, we’d be landing in the next five minutes, please fasten your seatbelts” the shrill voice of the air hostess boomed through the plane’s PA system. As soon as he heard the announcement, Cummins forced his eyes open, and fastened his seatbelt.He had decided to make the trip to see his high school friend who owns a arts gallery in downtown Denver after dinner the previous night.He had decided to make the trip two months ago, but he had been pushing the date backwards, but he had decided to make the trip now that he’s one of the masterminds of a crime that would definitely be on the pages on most newspapers, he could not afford to be in New York, because he’d almost kill himself with the paranoia that the feds are after him.He stared out of the window, as the plane made its descent into the Denver centennial airport, and taxied for a few minutes on
LAGOS, NIGERIA.Danny woke up at some minutes past eleven, he had woken up long enough to switch off the alarm, on two occasions this morning.He got out of bed, and began to do a light workout. He caught a whiff of coffee while he did his pushups.After working out for ten minutes, he went into the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth, and washed his face.He walked to the living room, and met Scott and Pat having coffee and scones.“Good morning boss” the two of them said, as he walked into the living room.“Good morning guys, have we gotten any phone calls?” he asked as he took his seat on one of the armchairs in the living room.“Yes boss, we had one from DOJ, they said they are already in advanced stages of the extradition process, they also said that they have informed the marshall corps, and a plane is on the way already” Pat said.Scott poured him a cup of coffee, and
CHAPTER Twenty-Five24TH January, 2009.NEW YORK CITY, USA.Steve Cummins woke up at five in the morning, he had quite a lot of things to do that morning. First he and his boss would have breakfast together in the little Italian restaurant in Queens, like they always do the morning after a killing.He got out of bed, and did a few stretches, before going to the bathroom to have his bath.He sat under the tub for quite a long while, allowing the hot water to cascade down his body, while he thought about the operation that took place thousands of miles away the night before, and how they would recover the paintings and sell them at the artfair in Rome.He was sure that the operation had been a success, because Rodriguez had never failed to carry out any assignments they’d given to him, hence his decision to transfer the remaining fifteen million dollars immediately after the operation.He thought of the fair in Rome,
Chapter Twenty-FourRodriguez and the rest of his team stood around in the sitting room of their suite, getting their ammunitions ready for the operation.They had swept the suite earlier, but they could not find any spying device, so they had decided to stick to the theory that the couple only found out about their maid being an accomplice, and about the spying devices installed in their home, accidentally.Rodriguez had shrugged, and had told them they are better equipped than the police, so even if the police know about the planned operation tonight, they would not be able to do much to stop them.He loaded magazines into his M4 rifle, he had earlier put two 9mm Glock pistols, each with a silencer screwed onto it, in a pouch on each shoulder, he also put a six inches knife in a holster built into his jean trousers, he then took a pair of night vision goggles from his suitcase.After arming himself, he put on a Louis Vuitton jacke
CHAPTER Twenty-three“Boss, it seems like the gang members are beginning to suspect that they are being spied on” Pat said.Danny shrugged.“Well let’s see how it goes, we would continue with our plan, and hope they don’t change their minds” Danny said.“So have you gotten the Police on board?” Pat asked.“Yes they are on board, and we would be on ground with them, you would have to stay in the hotel, and wait for the gang to make their move” Danny said.“Sir, what if they sweep their suites, and remove the devices like they wanted to just a few minutes ago?” Pat asked.“Don’t worry, we are using a passive surveillance device, so there’s no way they can find out if they are being spied on, because there’s no spying device in their rooms, so even if they sweep their suite, they would not find anything that can point t
Chapter Twenty-oneLagos, Nigeria.Pat watched as the car the gang were in turned off the road to join the other side of the road heading towards Ikorodu road, he wondered why the occupants in the car in front of him decided to change destination. The driver of the taxi too turned off the road and followed them, making sure that there were two cars in-between them.He decided to find out what the gang members were up to, before calling his boss. They merged onto Ikorodu road, and drove on, in the direction of the third mainland bridge.Suddenly, the car they were following veered off the road, to a side road. Pat’s driver followed and they kept going till the gang’s car stopped in front of a store.“Keep moving” Pat said, as his driver attempted to stop.The driver drove further down the road, and parked about one hundred and fifty metres ahead.“Turn the car around” Pat said, and the driver
Chapter Twenty-One22nd,January 2009.Lagos, Nigeria.Hadiza woke up at 6:30am, she needed to sweep the compound and prepare breakfast before everyone else woke up.She went to the store to get the broom, she also took the small camera from under her bed, where she had left it the previous night.She walked out of the house to sweep the lawn, which was as it usually was, littered with fallen leaves from the trees lining it.It was a very cold morning, and she shivered as she swept the lawn.She finished sweeping the lawn ten minutes later, and decided that it was now time to plant the first device.She walked back into the house, and looked for a stool, she looked around to see if there was anyone nearby, when she was certain that no one was coming, she climbed onto the stool and fixed the camera onto one of the chandeliers in the living room, she also wiped the chandelier.She returned the stool back to where sh
Chapter Twenty21st , January, 2009.Lagos, Nigeria.Danny’s flight touched down at the Murtala mohammed international airport at 8:30am. After retrieving his luggage, and clearing customs, he walked out of the arrivals hall to meet his friend and colleague Paul Watson waiting for him by a SUV, with and agent standing behind him and holding the door to the backseat of the SUV open.After exchanging pleasantries, they got into the car, and some minutes later they were driving through the early morning Lagos traffic, to the hotel where Rodriguez and his partner had lodged in earlier.“Rodriguez and his lady companion landed yesterday morning, some agents followed them to a hotel somewhere in Ikeja, they said there was another man with them who had received them at the airport” Watson said.“That means they have accomplices here in Lagos” Danny said.“Yeah I think so too, what do you plan to do
Chapter Nineteen19th January 2009New York City, USA.He woke up six hours after he slept, and took off his pyjamas, and went to the bathroom to have his bath. He was fully awake by the time he stepped out of the shower.He opened his closet, and selected a black suit, with matching black shoes, he checked himself in the mirror, he looked like an ideal FBI agent, just like every other day. He picked up his briefcase, locked his front door, and set out for the office, he would not be visiting the gym for the next few days, not until he had gotten enough evidence to make sure that one of the biggest and richest criminals in the city of New York spends the rest of his life behind bars.He got to the office quite early, just like the day before, and started with updating his report, before moving on to other activities.He constantly communicated with the agents he had on the field, who unlike him, barely slept for more than two hours
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN18th, January 2009.New York City, USA.Andrew woke some minutes before 7 am in the morning, he had spent most of the night thinking about the task that has been assigned to him, although it looked simple the night before when Rodriguez was giving him instructions, but he still had a feeling that things were going to go wrong. He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to have a quick shower, before dressing up in the priest’s robe Rodriguez had given him the day before.He sighed as he put the robe on, wondering what he would do if he gets into trouble, he’d decided the night before to take silenced pistol along with his knife, so that he would be able to defend himself when things go murky and he’s outnumbered.“I’d rather die fighting, than let myself get arrested” he muttered to himself as he opened a side zip in his suitcase, and brought out a 9mm beretta 92F pistol from it, he put the p