We hear when they say a powerful politician was involved in an accident and died at the spot. Most of the time an investigation will be conducted and it often turns out to be just an accident. sometimes they say it's just a failure of the drakes. This was what I use to think when I didn't know better but now, I do.
Everything is but a game and a dangerous one at that. From what I've been beginning to understand, my father was also involved in some shady business and that must be one of the reasons they killed him, it's obvious there must be more but this is the only thing that is clear for now.
The target has no choice but to travel by land and eventually he must pass through the Benin highway. That road has its reputation but travellers have no choice but to pass it. One advantage of this mission is, the target is a private investigator and his security will be very low. He will be driving a car named Acura z.e.x. It proves that he is very successful for that car is worth millions. He must have known he's being watched but he won't see his death coming, most people don't.
I have been studying the file and thinking of how am going to execute the job. I can't leave room for another investigation so just like the big boss said, it must look like an accident, a convincing one too. Now I have to make some calls.
One of the very few things that makes a hitman a successful one is information and connections even in places people think that doesn't matter. There are some few people here that try to leave the hood, these ones find themselves good-paying jobs but, the hood always finds its way back to their lives even if they don't like it. Sometimes they owe someone a favour and most of the time paying back is also pulling you back to what you've said you'll never go back to. And sometimes it pays for paying back a favour which reminds you of all the fun days you use to have with old folks. As they say, you can take the boy out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the boy.
Lucky for me I have a friend who works as a security in the hotel where the target is lodging and he owns me more than a favour. He can provide me with the information I need and fortunately, he is on a night shift. If the pay I offer him is good he will also stay for another day just to be my eyes and ears.
I picked up my phone and sent the photo of the target to him, I called him afterwards and told him what I wanted. He has no choice but to agree, if I made it sound optional he will definitely say no. I also told him to delete the photo after he has finished memorising the photo.
Another thing I needed for my plan to work is a big truck, big trucks are known to cause 90% of the accidents on that road so if everything goes as planned there won't be many questions and I don't necessarily have to come out of the truck.
Working at the truck garage was how I got to know about the activities of the Order. I use to work for the big boss but not directly, I was introduced to the Order by my roommate and he was killed some months after. I never knew the boss in person and I never knew he was also the head of the Order, not until the mission he sent me to kill my father. Am well acquainted with trucks and the big boss is going to lend me one, one that will leave no trace back to us.
Most of the trucks the boss has are stolen, some are missions given to young guys in the streets, all that is needed to be done is to clean the tags that marked the truck as one of the big bosses trucks.
Looking out from my window, it's almost daybreak, I've already made most of the calls and everything was set. There is one new truck that has not been tagged, that one will leave no trace, at least not back to us, but the actual owners of the truck.
Another day in this shit hole, all I can hear is sirens from afar, someone must have died, again. Most of the time I ask how many people die in just one day. Someone could close their eyes and never open them again, while others die for the sins of another, some run from their errors for as long as they could but as slow as death is, it catches up, eventually. All road leads to the ground for it is our final destination. I like to think am simply a ticket seller who sells and send men to their grave early, that's if you look at it from one way.
I picked my phone that just light up, a message from Pero. The target will be leaving for Abuja in two hours. Another message appeared and it was a photo of an unknown man. The second photo was of the police inspector the other day. Of course, they must be working together, that guy also has ties with the boss, that must be how the organization came to know of this information. That guy is as corrupted as they come, but then again, he knows too much. Somehow in this case I know the to kill list is very long and I've not met half of the players yet.
It's the third day now and I have only two days until the meeting with my unknown family.
I quickly got dressed and went straight to pick up the truck. I have to becoming, and the target going in other for the plane to work. I have to look for the perfect spot for the plan, it's known the road is under construction and some double lane in the road is blocked. The accident has to happen on a one Lane Road to increase the chances of success.
I have been on the road for over an hour now and I've been informed the target is on his way. I also received photos of the car. I packed at the corner of the highway waiting, I stood at a point where I can see cars coming from a very far distance. In no time the target was on site, just as planned I started the truck and hit the road. The target was coming at a very high speed, perfect for my plan. I maintained my speed and stayed in my lane as we approach each other, unexpectedly I turned my wheel and went straight for the target, as expected the target also drifted in other to pass my truck, in a matter of seconds the luxurious car was over ten feet in the air. It rolled over many times into the woods and it stopped eventually. I stopped to check on the target, the road was empty and no one cared enough to stop. The car was already wrecked and the target is barely breathing, from the looks of his injury there is no way he is going to survive even if he was taken to the hospital on time. The car was upside down and there was a briefcase by the side of the target. I bent down and picked it up and I was about to get up when the target said in a very low tone." There is no going back, they will come for us all, in time they will". Keep the safe if you want to live.
This man used his final breath to warn me, but obviously, he was probably talking of something else entirely. The mission was to make it look like an accident and that has already been done but the briefcase was something I know I have to keep for it could be my insurance if the need arrives which I know it will.
I went back to the truck and drove off, far away from the crash site, I packed and opened the case. There are files, bank statements receipts, property deeds and other documents including a flash drive, all this makes no sense, at least for now. They may want proof that I already destroyed the evidence so I have to video myself destroying the files. One thing about this mission is, they too have no idea what was in the case, so anything they saw will be just enough proof. I gathered some files and documents found on the truck and burned them, everything was done. I dished the truck, when I got to Asaba I took a bus travelling back to Worri.
I picked up my phone to call the big boss and it was ringing. He picked in no time.
How are things going?
The job is done. I already sent you all the proof needed. Do remember to send my money. I hanged up and put on my seat belt.