When lieutenant Vee woke up there was something strange happening; he wasn’t feeling the after effects of being drugged and he was laying on a bed. He wasn’t blind folded or being interrogated and he wasn’t tied up, he was free.
He opened his eyes to the most beautiful room he had ever seen in his life. He had seen some pretty decent places in his day, but this one took the cake said Lieutenant Vee to himself.
He sat up straight on the bed with his back leaned against the headboard. He noticed a glass of orange juice next to the bed and figured it was his. He chugged it really quickly.
Lieutenant Vee got out of bed and put on his shoes. He drew the curtains and the sun was up. It had been a while since he had seen the sun so he opened the door that led to the garden. He walked out to the garden and even picked an apple from a tree, a banana too then an avocado.
As he sat under the shade of the apple tree, a young lady with a thick Nigerian accent appeared behind him.
“Would you like some proper breakfast sir?”
“Yes please,” he replied without the slightest hesitation in his voice.
The young lady told Lieutenant Vee to follow her to the kitchen where he smelled all types of delicious food. He was starving.
When they got to the kitchen the young lady prepared Lieutenant Vee a very big breakfast and a tall glass of orange juice. When he was half way done eating his food, the young lady came back with another young lady and two guys. The young ladies excused themselves and went out to the garden and left Lieutenant Vee with the two Nigerian guys wearing matching outfits. Their clothes were similar to the ones his captors wore when they took him.
The taller guy leaned in closer to Lieutenant Vee.
“Mr Wingman, it saddens me to be bearer of bad news, but your old boss is dead. He was killed seven days ago by a competitor who is working with the supplier and a middle man. All we have is a picture of the middleman and nothing else. We don’t know who the supplier is, but one thing that is certain is that the competitor doesn’t want anyone finding out who the supplier is, so he enlisted the help of the middle man. All you have to do is give us the name of the supplier and the middle man because word on the street is the supplier, the middleman and the Wingman were the Captain’s prize pupils.”
There man paused before he continued.
“If you give up your old team then we will get to the bottom of this, you just need to point us in the right direction. If you decide not to help us we won’t hold it against you. But you should know that the middleman and his crew were waiting for you at your cabin. They were going to kill you in the wilderness and make it seem as though you were attacked by wild animals.”
The second Nigerian placed a photograph on the table.
“This is the picture of the Wingman taken from outside your cabin where the middle man and his team were waiting to ambush you. In other words, you’re welcome, we saved your life.”
Lieutenant Vee took the picture and examined it closely.
“Which one is the middleman again?” Lieutenant Vee asked and the taller Nigerian pointed to the guy on the left, wearing an army jacket.
Lieutenant Vee couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing him. His own brother was the middleman. That ignorant fool sent his own brother to do his dirty work. After seeing the picture, Lieutenant Vee told the Nigerians who the supplier was and where to find him and also told them about maThousan’.
He asked them to have mercy on maThousan’. They all shook hands and agreed that no harm would come to maThousan’ as long as Lieutenant Vee left the country for Nigeria as soon as possible.
“I will do anything to protect my younger brother.” Lieutenant Vee said.
The two Nigerians told him to hang around the house. “We will come back for him later and take you to the harbour,” said the one just before leaving.
Lieutenant Vee agreed and swore to himself that this was the last favour he was ever going to do for his brother. He went back to finishing off his breakfast.
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