Sunday, January 4, 2015

1 : 27 : School is in?

“Governor Sara Pauline, thank you for spending time with us tonight at Fox news. One last question, there have been rumors that you are planning to run for President. Care to comment?” The female reporter asked.
The weather was quite chilly and it had nothing to do with it being December, it was always cold in Juneau, the capital of Alaska. The room was warm, heated by a majestic fireplace with stockings hung on it. Christmas decorations were placed all around the room. A huge tree took up room in a corner. The house smelt of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies. The room was occupied by a film crew whose attention was on solely on a woman in the spotlight. Governor Sara Pauline, late 40s and married with 5 kids. She had the remarkable ability of managing family life with a fast track career in politics. Brunette with a frameless pair of glasses donned her face, her body was wrapped in a red expensive dining dress.
“That question will be answered at tonight’s rally.” Sara Pauline responded.
“So yes…” The reporter asked.
Sara Pauline smiled then rose up and walked to the balcony, astounding the room.
“Follow me.” She said as she pushed open the doors.
Outside was chilly indeed. Fresh snow had fallen but yet there was a crowd standing in the garden of Alaska Governor’s Mansion. Hundreds of people had shown up for a rally of which there were unsure the end result. Several reporters lined up on the frosted grass with their cameras focused on the balcony in waiting.
A loud eruption of cheers burst from the crowd. Our pouring euphoric joy seemed to fill the area with the presence of Governor Sara Pauline.
“The answer is yes.” Sara Pauline said to the reporter waiting behind her before facing the
crowd.
“You heard it on Fox News first folks, Governor Sara Pauline is running for president! This is Jenny Lee from behind the scenes here at the Alaska Governor’s Mansion. We go over to our main corresponder, Bill Foster, who is on the lawn of the mansion. Over to you Bill…” The reporter said.
Sara Pauline had her arms out stretched. She waved at the crowd in triumphant joy. She stepped onto the podium.
“Thank you all for coming. Your support warms me up. Now folks, I am here to announce my Presidential Candidacy.” Sara Pauline said to the crowd who roared even more defiantly.
“So much tragedy has befallen our great nation in such a short time, it is time for new hands to take the reins and steer our beloved country through the chaos of change. Thank you America”


***


“Did you read? Sara Pauline is running for President.” Charlotte said. A white, ginger teen from France.
It was nightfall in Trinity International School (TIS), the boarding school for children of the well off in Nigeria. Student count in the hundreds, all varying in ages. It was here that TSC squad ABC had been assigned.
The trio Alfred, Ben and Charlotte were in a partially empty classroom. A light bulb hung above, illuminating dozens of desks occupied by about half a dozen students including the team of TSC agents. The windows were open, pouring in breeze and mosquitos. This was the study time, time for students to get most of the homework done.
“This interests me why?” Alfred asked. A white all American teen. He had just finished homework. For the last two weeks he had done more homework and writing than his entire high school life, granted he completed high school in one year.
“I am Republican.” Charlotte said. She was rounding up her homework.
“You aren’t American.” Ben said. A black teen from Britain. He always finished his homework before the others.
“Pointless.” Charlotte said. The lights went off, power outage. A very frequent reminder that this was a developing country.
“About time. I doubt the generators will be turned on till past nine.” Alfred said. He rose from his desk, picked up his books.
“Are you guys done?” Solomon asked. He was almost done with his homework. Solomon was the target of squad ABC’s mission. Around his neck hung a necklace. A very special, very alien necklace. One that the team were assigned to recon. It was one of two objects the team were assigned to. The second was out in the rural area, in the middle of an oilfield own by Solomon’s father. The team had scoped the device and filed a report to Phoenix.
The report contained brief details about the device in the oil field. A field that shouldn’t exist by the laws of geography. The report had more details of the necklace around Solomon’s neck. A gift from his mom before she died, a family heirloom passed down generation by generation.
The team had spent a week snooping before going undercover and befriending their target, Solomon Godwin.
“Call it a night. Everyone else is leaving.” Ben said. He switched on his flash light.
“I would love a nightcap.” Charlotte said. She locked her books in her locker and proceeded to hug Solomon, part of her cover.
“If the teachers see us hugging, they’ll punish us.” Solomon said.
“I am still not used to the Nigerian culture.” Charlotte said with a smile as she parted ways.
They left the classroom, filed down the stairs with the dozens of others and walked the road back to the dorms. Five minutes of walking through the night, they arrived at the huge glamorous dining hall. Several lines of students were grabbing at the snacks and matching off to their dorms. Charlotte left to join the girls, she waved good night to the boys.
“Your sister is weird.” Solomon said to Alfred.
“I tell her that all the time.” Alfred said. Their cover was that they were all siblings.
“And then you lot fight like two year olds.” Ben said. He had his snacks and was leading the gang back to the dorms.
A pair of senior boys stood guard at the gates, their jobs were to make sure other students didn’t go into the dorms with snacks. However, Alfred, Ben and Solomon were the exception to that rule because they were all classmates. They walked past the checkpoint and into the dorms. There was a common room and three different halls each with over 30 beds.
The trio all shared a hall, Hall C, which was straight ahead.
“I am heading to bed, what about you guys?” Solomon said.
“Soon. Just need to do some laundry.” Alfred said. It was code for a meeting.
“It is still amazing that you, no offense, white folks can do laundry without a machine.” Solomon said.
“We white people will surprise you.” Ben said. He understood the code. The team were a handful of international students at the boarding school, so naturally they endured a fair amount of jokes. It was bad in their first week but the team soon demonstrated dominance and now had a monopoly over school life.
“Night then.” Solomon said.
“Aren’t you gonna do the night prayers?” Alfred asked. It was a relatively catholic school after all.
“You know the answer to that.” Solomon shouted as he walked off.
Alfred and Ben wandered off on their own. They found themselves behind one of the Halls. It was a space between the hall and the high wall, their meeting place for the last two weeks on the job.
“Any luck getting readings off his necklace?” Alfred asked.
“No. It is definitely not terrestrial.” Ben said.
“How long do you think we will seat on his case?”
“Another week I reckon. Or whenever Fire says otherwise. I can’t believe he is still alive.”
“Neither can I. He must be in some deep operation to fake his death so convincingly… did you hear that?” Alfred said. He had heard a pattern.
“Hold on.” Ben said. He looked at his smartwatch. “Oh no. Our silent alarms have been triggered.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Have a look.” Ben activated the hologram, displaying a live feed of camera. It showed dozens of armed masked men leaping the walls and making their way to the dorms.
“Call Charlotte, radio extraction and send an emergency report to Fire. I will head over to Solomon.” Alfred said.
Gunfire disrupted the night air. Chaos followed. Alfred and Ben quickly retrieved their weapons from the box they had buried it in, right beneath their feet.
"Meet me in the safe zone in five minutes." Alfred said. He sprinted off.
A figure was climbing down the wall right in front of Alfred. Alfred took cover behind a bush, allowing the figure to descend. Two more followed the same path. All three were men dressed in long white gowns with their faces hidden behind a cloth. They spoke in a local dialect, one of the hundreds Alfred was unprepared for. But he understood a name. Solomon Godwin. They were looking for Solomon after all.
Alfred waited for the three men to clear the area, they began shooting into the air as soon as they were in the open. Alfred ran in the direction of Solomon's dorm at top speed.
As he entered, he saw a figure looming over Solomon's bed. Alfred docked behind a bed and spied the figure. Was he too late?
"Wake up Solomon. We've to move." The figure said. A familiar man's voice.
"Basil. Is that you?" Alfred whispered. The figure looked up.
"Who's there?"
"I have a weapon pointed at you, I'll lower it if I trust your answer. Why do you want the boy?"
"His father hired me to protect him."
Alfred liked that answer. "Then wake him. We need to move now. Those men are looking for him."
"How did you get that weapon?" Basil asked.
"Classified." Alfred said.
"What's going on?" Solomon said. He was finally awake.
"Danger. Get up. Move." Alfred said.
"Come on. I have an exit." Basil said. He picked Solomon up.
At that moment, two armed men wandered into the room.
"Don't move." They shouted. Without hesitation Alfred fired his handgun, taking both men in an instant.
"Let's go." Alfred said.
"That was my exit." Basil said.
"I have mine." Alfred said.
"My god. You shot them. Who are you Alfred?" Solomon asked clearly baffled.
"The one to get you out alive. Grab your necklace." Alfred responded.
Gun fire erupted through the windows. Everyone lay flat on the ground.
Alfred's wrist vibrated, he answered the call.
"Tell me you are not still in the hall." Ben said.
"I need an exit." Alfred said over the gunfire.
"Locker 26t. Should be safe till extraction." Ben said.
"And when will that be." Alfred asked.
"One hour." Ben said.
"That's time we don't have." Alfred said. He had led the entourage to the designated locker. He opened rapidly and unlocked the trap door.
Basil had not returned fire in fear that he might shoot a student.
The trio quickly went through the trapdoor, falling into an underground bunker.
"That's it, who are you guys?" Basil asked.
"Classified." Alfred answered.
"You are just a kid." Basil said.
"What's going on?" Solomon asked.
"Those men are looking for you." Alfred answered.
"Why?" Solomon asked.
"I don't know." Alfred replied.
"Come in Alfred. Do you read?" Charlotte asked.
"Loud and clear. Did you make it to safety?" Alfred asked into his smartwatch.
"Affirmative. Did you get Solomon to cover?"
"Solomon and his guardian."
"Guardian?" Ben asked. "Activate your hologram."
"Aye." Alfred did.
"Charlotte. Ben. Who are you people?" Solomon asked.
"Your ticket out of here." Ben said.
"I've tried calling but cell phone signals are down." Basil said.
"Not down, blocked." Ben said.
"Did you contact you know who?" Alfred asked.
"I did. He said to hang tight." Ben responded.
"And now we wait." Charlotte said.
At that exact moment, the trapdoor above Alfred started rattling. Both Alfred and Basil pointed their guns at the ceiling, prepared to shoot.
"We are compromised." Alfred whispered.
Sweat dripped from both men's brows as they aimed at the trapdoor, fingers on the trigger. Slowly, it was lifted open...

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