As the car settled into a comfortable lull of movement, the Agidiga family all found their zone of comfort around the lummox of a car. Even Tunde felt safe from his demons as his mother kept looking back and smiling at him. Tunde eventually fell into a sleep of eerie blackness. He just slept until he felt the car slow down and he heard someone shouting from afar. He jerked awake and sat up as he noticed the worried faces of his sibling looking at something. As he looked towards the area of their attention, he noticed that fear had permeated the whole car with only his father free from its effects.
Tunde looked forward to the direction all his family was looking towards and saw some men numbering about nine, all heavily armed with guns he had only noticed in movies. They had stopped a whole row of cars and were frantically searching them while firing in the air and screaming at all occupants to kneel down by the roadside. The father seemed to be thinking of reversing the car and escaping but it seemed one of the armed men noticed his movements and came running towards them while firing into the car at the same time. The world exploded into a grind of fire, metal and the screams of his siblings as he scrambled to understand what was going on. By the time the sole armed man ran up to the car and stopped firing his handgun, Tunde noticed his last brother had stopped moving or crying. There seemed to be a lot of blood all around and his father was screaming obscenities while his mother screaming, pleading and crying all at the same time. His sisters were hugging each other while his first brother was shaking the last brother and begging for a response.
For some reason, all the nine men abandoned all the other cars and came up to the Agidiga's car. They tore his father from the car while five of them descended on him, kicking him and hitting him with the butt of their guns. The remaining four roughly ushered the mother and four kids including Tunde out of the car. They ignored the last brother and left him in the car still motionless. They forced the father to kneel down while asking him all sorts of incomprehensible questions while the mother and the four kids cried silently with the mother begging the men and asking what they wanted. From the scene, the men seemed not to have taken anything from any of the other cars they had ransacked and persisted in asking the father several questions. The father had a bloody visage with almost every visible part of his body bleeding red in the receding light of the sun.
He stubbornly kept mute refusing to rise to their physical albeit violent alterations to his physical form. They would keep going at him for another solid fifteen minutes with blunt force before tiring themselves out. These men had shining bladed weapons strapped to their waists; it was therefore enigmatic that they chose to keep using blunt force. If there was anything clear, it was the fact that they needed some sort of information from the father. But, this information extraction was, of course, lost on the family with the mother weeping loudly begging the assailants to stop their torture. The sisters were weeping in a corner, holding each other tightly while the second brother held Tunde tightly averting his eyes from the carnage before them. After, it seemed the assailant seemed to have tired themselves on the father; they whispered to themselves and seemed to reach some new form of agreement.
They abandoned the father at the spot of his arduous experience and walked slowly towards the family with renewed purpose. The father realizing their intent stood up with inhuman strength and rushed towards them, talking for the first time "don't touch my family!" One of the assailants fired a barrage of bullets at his legs knocking his balance from under him. A spout of blood gushed from the wounds on his legs and holes spouted his trousers. The mother immediately rushed from her kneeling spot to her husband, using her hands to futilely stem the flow of blood. The father kept on mumbling and using his hands to crawl towards the assailants. They ignored him and the mother and tore the sisters from each other. Four of the assailants apportioned themselves to the eldest sister while two held the obviously infantile third sister. They were both carried the girls screaming and crying into the undergrowth at the roadside. The second brother abandoned Tunde in an effort to defend his sisters and rushed at the men but was hit in the temple with the butt of a submachine gun. He immediately crumpled into an unconscious heap. At this time, all other cars that had been in the motorcade had long disappeared and the interstate road had become an abandoned ghostly highway to hell.