The Twist of Events 42

Afterwards, he took his seat besides his mother on the couch, while Ken sat on the Chairman's seat. He glanced at the television and shook his head in disapproval too when he saw the breaking news.

Then, Dora inquired from Jeff.

“When do you intend to return to Toronto?”

“I will leave tomorrow, mom.”

“That's good. The rescued patients must be home sick by now.”

“You are right, mom.”

“Did you make any arrangements for their wears?”

Now, Jeff was shy and ran his hand through his head. Then, his mother smiled and teased.

“You don't expect that they would return with the hospital wears that I saw them putting on, do you?”

“I never gave that a thought. Otherwise, I would have asked Ralf to get them when he got the phones for them.”

His mother smiled and commended.

“Did you buy phones for them?”

“Yes, mom.”

“That is nice of you. Ask Ralf to do the same with their wears. The caregiver can assist with Jennifer's wears.”

“Thank you, mom. I will do that.”

Then, Ken recalled that he promised the president of his country an update on Mike Bruce. Therefore, he gave him a call forthwith, and he eagerly picked. Nevertheless, he gave him the situational report, and he was pleased to hear that.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Israel, for the update.”

“Consider it as nothing, your Excellency.”

“Permit me to ask, concerning our discussion about the attempt to kill the Young CEO by the head of the government, have you heard from him?”

“Not at all, your Excellency.”

“That is absurd. Has he made any broadcast concerning that?”

“I don't think so.”

“Does that mean that he is nonchalant about it?”

“That is what it implies, and probably guilty.”

“It is all right. Kindly let me know if you need any assistance.”

“I will, your Excellency. I appreciate your concern.”

“You are welcome.”

At that point, Jeff sent a message to Ralf, who was at the underground with Ahmed.

At the Underground.

Mr. Nura got to the underground and walked to the interview room. After the pleasantries, he took his seat and watched the interviewers discuss the confession of the syndicates. From their discussions, he gathered that the Head of the Government was capable of such an act. Then, he asked.

“Was the syndicate pressured into making that statement?”

“No, Brigadier. We never used force of any form of them.”

“I see. The confessions were not extracted under duress.”

“You are right, boss.”

“It is all right.”

Ahmed said as he studied their countenances. Then, he put a call across to the Minister of Defense of South Africa, Gen. Hillary McPherson.

At the Defense Headquarters

The Minister was in a crucial meeting with the Chief of the National Defense Force, Gen. Moses Shock, over the impending uproar that may arise after the administration of the vaccine and the lockdown over the gold fields. He felt disturbed when his phone rang. Meanwhile, the call was on his personal line, which were known to only a few people. Despite that it must be a pressing call, he wished that it never rang, at least, not at that critical moment. Nevertheless, he was forced to pick the call to avoid disrupting his meeting. He was caught off guard when he saw the caller. At that point, he concluded that the call was as important, if not more, than the meeting. Then, he got off the conference chair and announced.

“Excuse me.”

He walked to his office and locked the door before he picked the call.

“Hello, Brigadier. I'm delighted to hear from you.”

“Good day, General. I'm glad to hear from you, too.”

“How may I help you, Brigadier?”

The minister asked desperately. Then, Ahmed calmly informed.

“I called to inform you that I arrived in your country a few minutes ago.”

Howbeit, the minister was too preoccupied with work that he was oblivious of the confession of the syndicates. So, he could only link his visit to the four hundred hectares of gold fields.

'I'm certain that the fields have been successfully handed over to his company. Why is he here?'

He speculated.

“I see. Welcome to Johannesburg, but you should not have bothered coming. The fields have been handed over to the Young CEO this morning.”

“Thank you. I'm not here because of the field, but over a plot by your Head of the Government to kill the Young CEO.”

Now, the Minister's blood pressure rose above 180/140 drastically, and he was sweating on his forehead. Then he controlled himself and spoke.

“Permit me to ask, Brigadier, do you mean my Head of the Government or another one?”

“I mean Dr. Samuel Nkosi. Or do you have two Heads of the Government.”

Now, Gen. McPherson sat up from his seat and sat back, confused. The Brigadier Ahmed Nura he was familiar with was synonymous with the production of sophisticated weapons. Once upon a time, they attended a conference of Brigadiers in Germany, and he chose to engage in the production of weapons, just like other Brigadiers. The essence of the course was to equip them against a situation where an enemy overpowered their troops, and they were left with no weapons. As the leader of the troops, they were expected to improvise weapons that would at least lead their soldiers out of danger. At the end of the one-year training, Ahmed was the only soldier who produced a weapon that was different from what the instructor taught them. At last, the marvelled instructor cunningly asked him to teach the class how he came about the weapon, but he refused. That skill led to the attack he had in the Nigerian Army on his return. Without being told, Gen. McPherson was aware of the kind of weapons that the company possessed. Provoking them would be the most foolish thing to do.

“No, we have only one Head of the Government. As a matter of fact, I'm hearing about this for the first time.”

The General explained attempting to exonerate himself from the murder attempt.