I returned to my hotel room. The records of the bug I planted on the door proved no one knocked on my door or checked on me while I was away, and the ones I planted in the room were the same record as the one outside, no one entered my room.
I took the widow gown to the bathroom and washed it thoroughly. The whole bloodstains, I got rid of them with bleach to kill the stench of blood in the bathroom and on the cloth itself.
I cleaned my guns with a towel soaked in bleach and my gloves, my boots, and my jark knives which I don't ever leave behind after each mission. I cleaned everything and went under the shower.
It had been a horrible night out there, not the fact that we had to clear the entire camp of the boys at work in it, but the fact that it was a factory where human beings were processed like animals. Skinning, harvesting of organs, chopping human muscles into bits, and piling of human bones.
I saw more than my eyes could behold, but I was glad I was able to see the freedom of everyone who was once trapped in that hell of a place.
I turned on the shower and shut my eyes as it gushed out on me, starting from the crown of my head, down to my shoulder, and to the sole of my feet.
I allowed it to go like that for an hour before I used the soap.
***
I entered my room, stark naked. Today's duty was over, the bugs, anything that had to do with me being a secret agent had been put away.
I made it to the bed and lay on it, with my backside positioned towards the air conditioner. That's my little way of cooling myself off after an awkward mission.
My phone buzzed.
"Gosh…" I turned over and took my phone from where it lay on the next pillow. It was Maria on the line. I tapped in and placed the phone to my left ear.
"Hello, ma'am." She said in distress.
I rose from the bed, worried about what could have been the problem with her.
"What is it, Maria?" I asked.
"The general, his boys are here." She went on. "They said the general is waiting outside to hang out with you. They don't believe you are not at home."
How dare he? I grunted at those words. The same man who owns the secret human product processing farm. I would gleefully put a bullet in his head if I was there.
"Give the phone to his boys," I ordered.
"Hello, madam, where are you, the general wants you. Come out!" the soldier shouted.
"Tell your boss I am not home," I replied.
"General won't hear that!" he thundered.
I wished I could step into the scene and blow the silly soldier's head off.
"Give the phone to the general," I ordered.
"Okay." He hollered.
I waited for a while, and soon, the General came online. His voice was hoarse enough for me to know he was drunk. Drunk and silly.
"Sita Kouassi, why do you keep causing me heartbreak, come out let's hang out together." He spoke on the phone.
Such a fool. If only he knew his underground business had been destroyed, he wouldn't be out there, calling on me to come party with him.
"I am not at home," I said with a calm voice. "I told you to come pick me up tomorrow, didn't I?"
He paused for a while and came on again.
"Tell me where you are, I'll send my boys to come pick you up." He said with some audacity.
"I don't need to be disturbed, general." I came bold. "Return the phone to my handmaiden and leave my property."
"Else?" he asked.
"You will have to forget about talking to me or even looking me in the face," I replied.
"That's too harsh." He came soft. "Take this phone back to the maid, and withdraw the troops from that house."
"Okay, sir!"
I heard it all, but I waited till the phone was returned to Mary.
"Mary, take the footage recorded by the surveillance camera to the police and the pressmen, this mess must not happen again," I ordered.
"Okay, ma'am." She said in response.
I went off the call and dropped the phone on the bed. I will head home tomorrow to ensure I tarnish the name of that stupid general in a quick press conference.
I would ensure that once I got home.
I crept out of bed turned on the stereo in the room, and selected 'Je te kala pas' by Josey. I like listening to her, but I knew the stereo was on the playlist, so, other songs from our native Ivorian artists would come for sure.
I danced a bit to the song as it popped up, but once done with the fun, I returned to bed with my mind clear of what I saw in the human product processing farm, and the madness of the general.
***
La Police Reprime Les Repaires Des Criminals, Libere Les Captifs Et Confisque Les Biens/Police Cracks Down On Criminal Den, Free Captives And Confiscate Property:
That was the news headline this morning. I saw them in online papers, with pictures that didn't in any way relate to the location where all the pretty things happened last night. one of them bore a video clip, far different from what was supposed to be, but then, something popped up.
It was going viral already, the base, the dead armed men, the people fleeing to safety and freedom from the captive's den, and the human organs, skins, muscles, bones, all the shit hole business going on in there which had been brought to an end, including the cages used in holding people captive like rabbits.