Henry stretched his right foot to the front to kick the man at the passenger's side and stop him from taking out his gun. He used his leg to hold the man's neck to the side.
The car pulled over at a curb, and the driver stepped out immediately. The man at the right side launched some quick blows to Henry's belly. Henry tried to resist, but the driver of the car attacked him from behind. He stopped resisting, and soon, the man at the passenger's seat had come out of the car and was ordering him with the gun to step out. The driver also picked up the gun, which had dropped off from Henry's hand and pointed it at him from behind.
Henry stepped out of the vehicle slowly, staring intently at the gun in the hands of the man in front of him. The one who was sitting by the right had moved to the bonnet side of the car.
Henry flashed a look sideways and noticed that Cara's vehicle had also parked behind them.
"Go on your knees, fool!" The man who was now pointing the gun at Henry shouted out in anger. He was still feeling the pains of the kicks Henry had sent to him at the front seat where he was.
Henry could see the driver of the car coming behind him as he knelt down.
"This guy is more dangerous than we assumed, I would have preferred we finish him straightaway if the boss did not ask us to bring him alive," the driver said.
There were now two people pointing guns at Henry, one at his back and one in front of him. Henry was kneeling beside the parked car, his right knee very close to the drainage.
"What's happening here?"
"Please go back into your car, Cara," Henry said quickly in response to her question. He looked at the back and saw her coming towards them already.
"Shut up idiot!" The man at the front landed Henry a blow on the face and he fell to the back, the handcuffed hands at the back preventing his back from touching the ground fully, He straightened his legs on the floor as he took note of the man with the gun behind him.
"I suggest we gag his mouth, tie his legs, and put him in the boot of the car. We're on the road, and we are attracting too much attention already." The man at the back suggested.
The man in front shook his head in disagreement. He seemed to be considering Henry's weight and how difficult it would be to tie him and put him in the boot.
Henry managed to sit up on the floor. He noticed the key of the handcuff hanging on the belt of the man in front. The man was standing close and was holding his gun just where Henry's legs could reach him. The man behind him was the only issue. Hands behind would not allow him to handle the man. He needed something to distract him.
"What's happening here?" Cara asked again, after taking some seconds to see the shot man on the floor at the other side of the vehicle.
"Cara,"Henry called aloud to get her attention. "Cara, get the bag. I dropped under the seat of your car for me."
Cara squinted,"What's that?" She asked, standing behind the man holding the gun.
"Just take out whatever you see in the bag and use it," Henry replied. He could see the look of uncertainty appear on the men's face. "Get it quick, Cara."
Cara was confused. She wasn't sure she had seen him keep any bag somewhere. She, however, turned back and walked towards the car.
"Hold it there," the man behind Henry said and pointed his gun at Cara, following her towards the car to see what was there.
Cara's car was parked so close to the drainage that there was no space to walk between the car and the drainage unlike the way the police car was parked, Cara had to go through the other side and the man had followed her.
It was the opportunity Henry was looking for. He stared at the face of the man in front of him and began to name funny faces at him. The man squinted. It seemed as if Henry had gone insane.
He loosened his grip on the gun for a moment, and Henry took a quick advantage. Before the man could realise what was going on, Henry kicked the gun up from his hands. Instead of focusing on Henry, his eyes followed the gun, and before he came back to his senses, something hit his groyne heavily. Henry had gotten up and kicked him with the knee.
Henry pushed him to the ground with another kick at the middle of his waist close to genital. The third man was already coming closer and wasn't holding a gun.
Henry stopped beside the fallen man and squatted. He held the key hung on the man's belt and dragged it off forcefully, damaging the belt hole.
The third man stood over the drainage, bending to pick the gun, which dropped into. The pistol was halfway soaked in the dirty water. He held it at the tip and was taking it out when Henry's knee hit his face.
"Hands up, everyone!"
Henry heard a loud voice giving the command. He turned back and looked. Some real policemen had arrived, and their vehicle was parked behind Cara's.
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Spotted
Ruthernard Estate, Bethanna.
"We have everything set for the next attack," Bernard said as he walked into the room where Elvis Kahn was.
It wasn't the conference room this time. It was another room of the same size but having only two chairs. The chairs were arranged behind an arranged system of controls and a large screen on the wall in front. The two seats were for the leader and the strategist, and the screen in front was for viewing and assessing the organisation's current plans, the feasibility and prospects. In that room, the plans were put into practicals using models. There, the two men watched how their plans and strategies were going to play out in real life and also the expected response. A review was done, and correction made when there was a need to. However, on this day, only the leader was sitting in the room when Bernard entered, and the other chair was empty. Their strategist was somewhere else.
"Why are you telling me instead of executing it?" The leader turned to the back in his swivel.
"Hutton called and ordered for us to take a pause," Bernard replied.
"Hutton! He hasn't called me yet. He's supposed to be here with me," Elvis Kahn breathed out through his mouth.
"He called us…"
Bernard was yet to finish talking when the door behind him opened, and Hutton walked in.
"Damn you, Hutton! Where have you been?" Elvis Kahn asked as he watched Hutton approach. He turned the swivel back to face the screen.
"I ordered for them to take a pause," Hutton replied.
"He just told me, why did you do that?" Elvis Kahn asked.
Hutton remained quiet until he got to the chair beside Elvis and sat on it.
"I think I located Agent Robin," Hutton said.
"Agent Robin?"
"Yes," Hutton answered and brought out a tablet device. He unlocked and navigated to the gallery. "Here," he continued, zooming a picture to Kahn. "He was spotted at South Husan."
Kahn stared at the picture. It wasn't so clear because it had to be zoomed. It was a picture taken in an event centre with several people dressed for an occasion. Hutton was showing him only one man's image.
"What makes you think this is Hutton? This person may just look like him." The leader said. To him, the man the strategist called Robin did not in any way look like Robin. He felt the strategist was only unnecessarily afraid of the dead Robin.
"Khan, this is Robin." Hutton insisted.
"Okay, where was this picture taken?"
"A world developers conference on BUS signals which was held in South Husan, I should have travelled to attend if I wasn't busy. But I'm quite convinced this is Robin."
"I still think that person only looks like him to you, Robin is dead. He's gone forever."
Hutton stared at the picture for some time again. He shook his head in disagreement with Kahn. He was sure it was Robin, only with a changed hairstyle and unusual choice of clothes.
"I will confirm if he's Robin,"Hutton replied. "The execution of the next explosion can now go ahead, I had to stop it to confirm what location that picture was first."
"Good, the location is South Husan, and even if that was Robin. He can not interrupt our operations.