It was a comfortable, tastefully decorated pad. with bright lights and a heavy chill from the air-conditioning, the wall was painted a shade of grey close to purple. A majestic bed sat in the middle of the room with too many pillows in different colors; a girls room. There was a round window adjacent the bed to the left that gave a breathtaking view of the passing sea.
“Is this yours?” Leo asked.
“Its mine when i’m here,” she replied. “Do you like it?”
She went to the wardrobe, searched a little bit and came back to the bed holding a jacket.
“Try this on, its a real tuxedo.”
He took it from her. “Can i change in the bathroom?”
“You can change right here Leo” She answered calmly.
He turned around and started undressing, about halfway through, with just his trousers remaining he turned to her.
“Can i have some privacy, please?”
“Sure, i’d close my eyes.” She said quickly.
Leo said thanks gruffly as he turned around again and started undoing his zip. He could swear that her eyes were all over his bare back as he put on the tux.
Her eyes where still closed when he finished dressing ,but a smile was playing around the corner of her lips.
“How does it look on me?” He asked after a few awkward seconds.
She opened her eyes slowly.
“You look”, she paused then swallowed. “Just as i thought you would.” Her eyes scanned him from top to bottom, she moved forward and adjusted his collar.
“Perfect!…you look perfect, just like Mr. Bond would look if ever there was a black one.”
“Away with the flattery.” Leo said curtly.
“No i mean it, perfect height, build and features.”
“Okay, that’s enough. Can i change now? I really need to take a shower.”
“Oh yes, you can take your shower here, while i look for something to wear, for later in the evening…then we go together.” She said suggestively.
“Don’t you think that’s inappropriate?” Leo asked, worry etched all over his face. “People are bound to imagine things, if i escort you there.”
“Let them imagine all they want, i would hangout with whom i choose, i don’t care what they think.”
Leo was about speaking but the look on her pretty face stopped him short.
“Where’s the bathroom? He asked casually changing the topic and dousing the tension.
She pointed to one of two doors just across her bed, that he hadn’t noticed before. As he made to go, she held his hand tenderly. He turned to face her, she moved closer and kissed him.
Leo’s reaction was slow because the kiss was sudden; he had always known this was going to happen sooner or later in a corner of his mind. What he never reckoned was his reaction to the taste of her full lips and the eruption that occurred inside of him.
She kissed again and this time he replied in full holding her to him, it was heavenly feeling her soft breast against his chest as her tongue drove him wild with desire.
Then they stopped. She smiled seductively, there was a slightly comatose look in her eyes. She wriggled slowly from his arms her eyes on him as she took her clothes off, Leo did the same and in seconds they where both staring thirstily at each other in awe of their beautiful nakedness-her ample, perfectly shaped breasts with dark and fully attentive nipples-she stared in wonder at the man before her and an aching throbbed from deep within.
They fell into each other, he grabbed her roughly and she let off a soft moan, they kissed long and hard. When they finally came up for air, she gasped.
“Take me Leo, please take me.”
And he took her hard. She bit his shoulder to conceal a squeal, as she moved in sinc with his thrusts; he barely felt it. The sounds she made would have put a roman orgy to shame. He was intense, her wetness fueling his hardness the tempo increasing as she became putty under him. They came almost simultaneously sweating, shaking and whimpering…
He could see the shape of a man’s forehead through the telescopic sight of the Bor rifle he was handling, the man could be dead any second now if he decided to pull the trigger . The sniper smiled, an insane glitter in his dull red eyes as he enjoyed the euphoria of power his present position gave him. He actually felt like the gods; he held the life of a man in his crooked index finger.
He had been here for over 9 hours, arriving the previous night waiting patiently in the shadows and feeding the mosquitoes. From his lens the sniper scanned the crowd and focused on the governor, every inch of his body tensed, he swallowed hard.
He took his eyes off the scope to breathe and wait for the crowd to settle down. As the Governor started to speak he felt a surge of adrenaline down his spine, he took aim again trying to relax as he did so. He was the referee and the game wasn’t starting till he blew the whistle; he was eager for the action. The microphone popped in front of him as he shifted his gaze downward and this time he focused for a glancing moment before he pulled the trigger, the head of the mic exploded in tiny bits and all hell was let loose.
In an instant, the Governor was surrounded by a host of policemen and sss agents. The sniper had a good mind to pick a few of the men out before he left, his ego was hurt that they would think he had missed in an attempt on the Governors sorry life.
He watched as the Governor was hurried out before he scurried down the roof. Below, the crowd was scattered pandemonium everywhere, the soldiers that were posted along the edges of the semi-island village left their posts immediately they noticed something was amiss. They hurried down both on foot and on their Hilux jeeps in a bid to bring the situation under control, but the situation got worse when the scared villagers saw them advancing guns held ready; they broke and ran in different directions.
Nobody knew what exactly was going on. In the middle of the confusion came the deafening sound of explosions, the resulting vibrations shook the ground like a minor earthquake, the village became quiet for about a quarter of a second before the shouting and running continued. Another explosion silenced the crowd again and they could see smoke from the distance as fire struggled up into the heavens…two more explosions followed.
The shocked soldiers seeing what was happening began an uncoordinated retreat back to their posts.
Meanwhile, another sniper was covering the crowd with a 1988 SWS rifle, this time with a silencer. His main focus where the white expatriates present at the occasion, his eyes never left them . The guards around them where the only security operatives that haven’t yet gotten involved in the conflict, they never left their positions, instead they formed a body shield around the six foreign guests.
That was good enough the sniper thought as he adjusted the telescopic sight of his gun and took aim. He watched the crowd for his men, they where advancing to grab the whiteys once the bodyguards go down. He took his first shot, a splutter of blood gushed from the left side of the mans chest, right on the heart; he fell with an inaudible thud. The other bodyguards reacted swiftly, they surrounded their bosses and tried to get them out of harms way, they looked everywhere to figure out the direction of the shot.
The sniper smiled as they tried to take cover, he took a second shot and another guard fell. He lifted his face to blink and looked into the crowd, he could see his comrades inching closer to the targets. Only three guards where left now and they where scampering away from the crowd in search of a safer place to hide. Coming out in the open was a tragic mistake.
He picked out the guards one by one as they scattered, panic etched on their sorry faces, the last of the men spotted the sniper but before he could raise his pistol, his throat was torn out by the rifles M24A2 cartridge.
The whiteys where lying on the ground when the militants grabbed them up and dragged them away to the already secured helicopter. Throughout the operation no one had paid attention as the chopper was hijacked, the rapid mechanical sound of machine gun fire from Ebika and his men kept the soldiers busy and provided an effective decoy for the men kidnapping the internationals.
The mobile policemen on ground took little notice as the whiteys where pushed into the helicopter, they must have figured the men where getting the expatriates out of harms way. As Ebika and the other commandos saw the chopper flying over in their direction, they knew yet another job was in the bag. They kept shooting as their speed boats retreated with a u-turn into the mangrove jungle.