Daniels- the Game of Mayhem

by Maha King David

  He crosschecked to ensure he had everything needed just in case someone tried to be stupid. He had started receiving directions from Wan chi.

  A door closed behind him. He looked back; the guy didn’t seem bothered, until …

  “Good evening, you do know no one should be here by this time, right?” the man stopped, asking.

  “Yeah, I just want to use the restroom” he said, turning back.

  “The restroom is in the opposite direction, everyone knows that!”

  Gosh! ... this guy is a hell of a disturbance …he thought.

  “Thank you, I simply forgot” Chang said, turning in the opposite direction. Jake had forewarned him about reckless killing, so he tried to resist the temptation to bring out his gun. But Jake would understand … he thought as he brought out his gun and faced the guy all in an instant.

  “Stop!” the man said, stopping and facing

  Chang … with a gun pointed towards him.

  Chang couldn’t believe his eyes ... this guy might have backup that could kill him in a second if he shot. he therefore remained calm ... with his hands still pointing the gun.

  “You don’t work here, do you?” the man started, walking towards him.

  “Yes. I do” Chang said, but his voice didn’t support him.

  “We’re both on the same mission. To kill White, right?” he asked, stopping some feet away.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

  He said.

  “C’mon, I work for Zidane too, he must have also sent you here right?”

  Chang was fed up. He released the bullet. he went down like a pack of cards; that one would paralyze him. He went closer and bent down. Cool … he thought. the guy had a bullet-proof vest. Thank goodness he went for the head.

  He stood up, dragged him to the restroom, opened a cubicle and dropped him there, locking the door from the inside and jumping out.

  Good job, Chang. He heard as he closed the restroom. So it’s now you’re coming up. He thought to himself.

  “Sorry, but please who is Zidane?” he asked, walking towards the office. The American tycoon next to me, I guess. Jake answered.

  Okay, enough. Now let’s get you an identity, you’ll need it. Wan chi said.

  “Sure” he said walking over to a screen.

  “So what happens now?” he asked seemingly tired.

  Wait, I’m trying to get in. Wan chi responded. Try saying Daniels White. He said it. Nothing. Try Daniels. Nothing. Am I going to say here continually guessing or what? … he thought to himself. What of White? And then, in almost an instant, starting from the back and front of the office, the lights started appearing and then the whole place came to life.

  “Cool!” Chang exclaimed. Okay, now… Wan chi started. Every system has a password set by the owner. It’s often lengthy, so they place it at the back … he continued.

  “And may I ask how you know so much, Mr. Chi” he asked surprised at his knowledge. Well, I once used to work for White. Wan chi answered after hesitating for a while. Chang started checking the computers until he found one that had the tape.

  “Found one!” he exclaimed. Type in the password then.

  5 Minutes Later …

  C’mon genius, we don’t have time, man. Jake said, impatiently.

  Chang continued to check violently for anything that at least had to do with identity. All to no avail until he found something.

  Employers Identity. For Classified Personnel Only. He opened it. Then scrolled to the lower security squad members and quickly hacked his way into an identity, he typed in the name Wan chi had given him earlier … Rob Smith … Very much American … he thought. He falsified all other credentials, put his picture from his google photos and …done. He went to collect the ID card and according to the forging, he was now in charge of the lower security squad and that was okay.

  He checked his watch. It was almost 12:00PM; the time for the duty exchange.

  Nice job, Chang. Wan chi remarked and terminated the line.

  A week later

  9:00AM

  Daniels White seemed too tired to relax his mind. Things were getting weirder in the past few days. Firstly, Bill Sanders was seen at the gate quarrelling that he worked here. He even showed the security his card but the system denied it, and he was taken into custody.

  And now, Agent Nick Kay was in his office telling him she hadn’t tampered with the security issue involving Sanders but all obvious facts were totally against her. The security cameras were on, but nothing was recorded because the wires had been disconnected and the men in charge the previous day were found sleeping on duty! How?

  And more things unfolded; a man was caught in the toilet earlier this week after the stink attracted attention. Kay’s system was also seen with one pf the most confidential software open and her password also found even after he had told them to remove it. How couldn’t it be her … White continually asked himself.

  “Agent Kay, you’re one of my most trusted assistants, why would you mess with the system?” he asked for what seemed like the millionth time.

  “I wasn’t even here on the day of the event sir?” Kay answered.

  “This is a set-up sir. Can’t you see it?” she said, trying to hold back the tears that were beginning ot form. Whites saw it.

  “You may leave” he said after heaving a sigh.

  “Thank you very much, sir” she said, turning to leave.

  “Don’t forget our meeting in …” he paused, checking his watch “ten minutes’ time” he finished.

  He watched her walk out and then wondered to himself how he could still have a heart after all this.

  His phone’s vibration distracted him from his thoughts. He looked at it … Zidane Black. He was requesting a hologram call. He smiled to himself.

  “Answer” he said out loud.

  “Hello there, Daniels” Black answered, immediately he was on.

  “The Air king, is this really you, it’s been long?” White answered, beaming from ear to ear as he spoke.

  “Of course. It’s really been.”

  “So where are you now?” White asked

  “Well, still in my base in Philadelphia, but I’ll be coming for a meeting in New York next month” he said.

  “Well then, I’d be happy to give you a special tour guide of my place”

  “Okay then, I’ll be there. Bye.” He said terminating the call.

  White sat back in his chair. It was almost time for the meeting. He was a man of time and had a reputation for that. He took his suit from a wardrobe that stood at the corner of the office, got ready and came out of the office.

  Security Conference Hall

  There were more than four hundred people in attendance. Daniels entered causing a wild standing ovation and took his seat at the head of the center table. All the people here were just for the company’s security arm. H had sure he invested a lot into that for the onset.

  The lower squad took charge of the force field, the entry in and out of the company and the security cameras including the patrol. The middle squad headed computer programs and software to strengthen the company and prevent hackers from gaining entrance and finally, the upper squad took charge of every communication within and out of the company, and could mess with any network; they were closest to White because they also doubled as the emergency squad.

  “Okay, you’re all welcome to this board meeting” he started after everyone was settled. “Upper security squad head, let’s see what you’ve got”

  Chapter 6

  A month later…

  Whites Inc.

  New York

  The gates opened up, a new model of a fine black limousine drove into the company’s parking lot. Two Ferrari’s accompanied it; one at the front and the back.

  And then, it stopped. The door opened and out came a man perhaps in his forties wearing a black suit, no tie and an inner black shirt; exceptionally well-built and handsome enough.

  Th
ere is a reason this guy was so famous and was called The Air Marshall; he was a guy of class and standard. Having about 3 degrees from prestigious universities including Harvard, Cambridge and MIT, he owned 90% of all American airports; some being built, bought or traded off in a deal. He was indeed the guy.

  Daniels White having waited for him all along accompanied with his selected personnel including Jack now walked to where he stood.

  “Welcome, my brother. Really nice to see you” White said smiling and shaking his hand.

  “Oh, my friend. Same” Zidane said in a deep voice.

  “Okay, may we begin, I’m pretty sure you’ll be busy today, so let’s be quick” he said pointing to the direction of the building.

  “Yeah, true. That’s okay by me, but first who we have here?” he said, pointing to his bodyguards.

  “Oh, sorry about that, they’re the heads of my security squads and personal security”

  “Over here is Roger” he started, moving between them and with Zidane shaking them.

  “And here is Mr. Jack; my assistant”

  “This is Mr. Rob”

  “And lastly, Agent Kay.” Zidane looked into Kay’s eyes and smiled, strengthening his grip on hers.

  “Now may we move on?” Zidane said, releasing her hand.

  “Of course” he said, directing the way ahead.

  30 Minutes Later…

  “So that’s the end of the tour guide, Zidane” he said smiling and turning to Zidane. He then led the way to his office and signaled the escorts to leave.

  “Wow, it’s really a big place. Thank you” he said feigning a smile. He sat down and brought out his phone. He typed a message Meet me in the male restroom…

  He hadn’t listened to anything White had been saying all along, just smiling a whatever he said.

  “Care for anything to eat?” White offered.

  “Nah, a cup of coffee would do” Zidane courteously said.

  “Okay then” he said, picking up his phone and placing an order.

  “Sorry, please excuse me” Zidane said, standing up.

  “Sure”

  Zidane went out of the office, asked for the restroom’s direction and walked into the place closing the door behind him.

  “Nice acting down there, Tracy” he started, moving into a cubicle and closing the door behind him.

  “Why did you call me here, sir?” she asked already feeling irritated.

  “Today is the day, Tracy” he said, flushing the toilet and coming out. She already knew what he was talking about; the day White’s company would be up in flames had finally come.

  “So what is your plan?” she asked

  “Good question. First contact the guys, we set fire on this floor so that guy would be trapped in case my other plan fails”

  “And what other plan do you have if I may ask?” she asked, leaning in.

  “Shoot him” he said, showing her a hidden gun in his suit.

  “Now go on, do what I’ve told you” he finally said, leaving the restroom. He would have called his other guys in the company to act immediately but that would attract attention, Tracy had said all calls could be traced here.

  Zidane walked back and entered White’s office and the door closed behind him.

  “You’ve really got nice tech around here, you know” he complemented, looking around.

  “Thanks, brother. So how is your automatic airport plan going?” he asked, sipping from his cup of coffee.

  “Well …” he started.

  “Please excuse me” White said answering a call. It was a hologram call from Jack.

  Zidane sighed in disappointment at how a common agent could interrupt them.

  “Good day, sir”

  “Good day, Jack. What is it? I’m in the middle of something here”

  “I’m sorry to interrupt, sir. But a stray explosive was found on your office floor. You need to get out ...”

  Zidane was tired of this; no one was going to spoil his day, especially not some agent. He rushed to hit White. White was quick to react by punching him in the stomach and then his chest sending him to the ground.

  Zidane was quick to note his advantage, but White was coming for him now, he brought out his gun, and slowly stood up.

  “Common, Zidane. You don’t want to do this” White said, going back.

  “Shut it, White.” Zidane said, pointing the gun at him.

  “Okay, wait. What do you want? Anything” he offered.

  “Everything, White. Everything” And with that, he released the trigger. He aimed at his chest. White fell down to the ground. That was bad. He then walked over to White.

  Once close enough, White cleared him by kicking hard at his leg, sending him hard to the ground. And almost in an instant, before Zidane could think of what just happened, he brought out a short gun from his back and shot.

  “Next time, if there ever is, I think I’ll advice you go for the head” he said, revealing his bullet-proof vest.

  He quickly rushed back to the laptop on the table and checked the status of the floor he was on. Everything was up in flames.

  “Damn!” he exclaimed. He went into a room and locked the door behind him. This was his emergency escape room. It was Jack’s suggestion to establish it here just in case.

  He typed in the password on a screen that came out of the wall upon entry and entered into the elevator. Ground floor. He pressed.

  In a while, he was down. He looked around, the whole place was deserted. He saw the exit; he ran as fast as he could till he reached the door. Locked. He brought out the gun and shot the handle.

  “Can we shoot now?” Mark, Zidane’s escort from outside the building asked.

  “Nah, let him have his fun” Tracy Cole responded, bringing out a gun from a pouch around her leg.

  As White came out of the building, he ran ...

  She shot. Right on target. White fell to the ground. He’d never thought of having something bullet-proof on his leg.

  Tracy Cole came to his side with some of Zidane’s guys by her side and stopped.

  “Wow! What a pleasant surprise. Nick Kay. I’m sure…”

  “Shhh …” she interrupted him putting the gun over his lips.

  “Actually” she started. “I think I underestimated you. But, never mind…” she said standing up.

  “Also, my name is McCarthy Silvanna, but what would you care?”

  She turned to the agents with her. “Put him to sleep” And then she entered her car.

  Two men came over him and pinned him to the ground and another injected him with a hypodermic syringe containing a yellowish fluid.

  “That’s good. Now before you go” she started. “I think you’ll like to see this” she said, starting her car and driving out of the compound, with her men doing the same.

  At a considerable distance. She came out of the car and pressed a red button on a switch in her hand.

  And, BOOM!

  Floor by floor, Whites Inc. was going up in flames until it came crumbling down. Daniels White saw everything from the windscreen of the car he was in. tears flowed down from his face. That was the world’s tallest building, one of his greatest investment, his work; everything gone in less than 5 minutes.

  He sat back in the chair when the car left the surrounding. At least his watch was still there. He pressed a permanent lockdown mode for his car that was packed there. It sure survived whatever happened. It had been designed to do so. He sent it to his house using another control.

  He had started feeling dizzy now, the fluid must have started to take effect on him. He turned on an external shock operation; to shock anyone that tried to touch it. He didn’t have a phone and that was the only thing that could help him now; his wrist watch. He remembered the ongoing project to build another office in Washington D.C., silently hoped it would be a success.

  The drug was seriously taking a hold on him now. He thought about Nick Kay. Then Zidane; his long-time friend and associate. One couldn’t
really trust anyone in the world. And then slowly, he dozed off even after several resistances. He wouldn’t see day again in a long, long time.

  Pluto Airport

  New York

  Tracy Cole and her men with her came down from their cars and carried White into a private jet along with Jack who had been in the booth all along.

  “Bosky, drop them wherever you feel like, far away from here okay?” Cole said to the pilot.

  “Yes ma’am” he answered, entering the jet.

  “Make sure they’re not heard from again.” She said. She could have easily shot them, but couldn’t bring herself to do such.

  “Let’s go, boys. We’ve got work to do” she said, after they put White and Jack into the jet.

  Bosky entered the jet, looked back at them and then closed the jet. Tim to fly…

  A Day Later …

  Bosky entered the jet again after refueling it for the seventh time and started it. he was tired of flying; it was now boring plus he was out of supplies. He looked at the radar. They were at the border of the Indian ocean. He went to the back after putting the jet on auto-pilot, and dragging the two bodies to the door. He opened it and threw them down and then closed it. Job done!

  He went back to his seat and flew on to some place he had heard of on the map.

  Chapter 7

  A month later ….

  Cape Town

  South Africa

  The large three-decker ship had arrived from Durban, one of the chief South African’s shipping port. The ship was only a few miles away, about fifty from the shore of the table bay; the bay on which the large Table Mountain rested over. It really did look like a table though…

  Makazi Lindswe arrived the beach with his pickup truck. He had heard from the early morning news that The Rica, as the ship was popularly known as, had stopped by the way for some reason, guess it needed to offload some cargoes… however that wasn’t his business, all eh cared about was getting some things he could go to sell at a very high price.