TO KIDNAP A PRESIDENT - Part I

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

19^th March, 2002.

02:17 AM

The night was pitch dark it left everything a shade of grey. It was so dark that they had to struggle to see the top of the wall fence. He used bricks to propel him to the top. At the top of the fence he used a CoBolt wire cutter to cut the electric wires and then also the barbed wires off the wall fence that guarded the State House. He cut off enough for them to be able to jump in for the assignment and out once they completed it. Jordan and his girlfriend, Bonnie, had been sent to loosen the tires of all the State House security’s vehicles.

Once Jordan had put the wire cutter in his bag he gave Bonnie his clasped hands and helped ledge her over the fence. Once she was in, he followed behind her and landed on the ground without a sound. They were clad in all-black outfits; from afar they looked like a little more than silhouettes. They leaped behind tree after tree, only pausing to lookout for the guards, until they could see the garage. Before long they could see the garage ahead of them. Every move they were making was premeditated.

“Have you ever wondered why these vehicles are not kept behind a gate?” asked Bonnie.

“For easy exits whenever the president is on the move, I guess. I cannot think of anything else,” replied her boyfriend, so focused he didn’t look her way.  “We’re close to the dogs now, spray the grass-scented odorant all over me before they smell us.”

Bonnie did just that and gave Jordan the canister to do the same to her. Once the only guard and his dog in their sights started to walk away from his post, crouching, they ran for the garage.

Inside the garage, Bonnie passed Jordan the automated drill driver from her bag. He started with the Toyota Land Cruisers and then went for the Toyota Camry’s. He loosed them but only as much as he needed to so that they would remain standing and possibly even drive for a couple of kilometers. All the while, Bonnie stood watching for the guards.

“Hurry Jay, hurry,” she whispered.

“Shush, I’m almost there. One more to-” but while he was still talking he saw Bonnie instantly run passed him and hide behind the bonnet of one of the vehicles and she signaled with her hand for him to hide also.

“The guard is coming in this direction. I did not see him until he was already close. Quick Jay.”

“Damn,” whispered Jordan under his breath as he quickly ran to hide behind the vehicle across from the one where Bonnie was hiding.

The guard stopped right in front of the garage and lit a cigarette. He drew in deeply and let out a smoke as he unzipped his pants to take a piss. All the while his German Shepard, with pricked ears, hustled and growled in the direction where Jordan and Bonnie were hidden.

Bonnie was shaking from where she was crouching so badly the inside of her mouth lacked moisture.

If I can stand next to Jay, I’ll be fine, she thought to herself.

In an instant she crawled to where he was and bumped into him. The drill Jordan was holding fell to the ground with a thud.

The dog barked twice as the guard quickly zipped his pants and lit his torch. He shone it everywhere in the garage and shouted, “Imasiku! Imasiku! Elijah?”

Jordan had to hold Bonnie tightly in his arms to keep her from shaking and covered her mouth so that she wouldn’t make a sound.

“Major Sililo, nichani bwana?” (“What is wrong boss?”) Imasiku shouted from the other end of the building.

Major Sililo looked in his direction, “ah, iwe, uli uko kanshi? Nenze namvela ka chongo mukati umu so naona monga ndiwe.” (“Hey you are actually that side? I heard noise come from the garage so I thought you were inside.”)

“Aweh ine nili kuno. Bakoswe bali mob umo mu garage. I think nimuma Prado ayo yakudala mwe yamankala,” (“Oh no, I’m right here. There are a lot of rats in that garage. I think they live in the old Prado’s.”) Imasiku responded.

“Tizakaya chekina mailo waziba,” (“You know what? We’ll check on them tomorrow.”) replied Major Sililo.

He threw his cigarette, stamped on it and pulled his dog which was still trying to get into the garage and then left to guard the end of the building.

Inside the garage, Jordan let go of his girlfriend and said, “Quick, pass me the drill. It’s time to get out of here babe.”

They left the same way that they came in. Once they were outside the fence Bonnie let out a sigh of relief.

“That was close Jay, that was close!” She said while she was tugging him roughly by his coat. “Did you get all the vehicles?”

“Yeah, I think I did. I was still loosening the bolts on the last one when you got me to hide. I don’t think that will be a problem, though. Come on, let’s get to the car.”

 

In the driver’s seat of the car, a Subaru, Jordan warmed the engine while Bonnie dialed a number on her phone.

“Imasiku, we’re in the car now, thank goodness,” Bonnie said into the phone.

“But imwe zo’ona. Nivichani venze vachitika mukati muja? Nga mwachita chani ngati enze angena officer?” (“Honestly guys, what happened inside there? What would have you done had the officer gone inside?”) asked Imasiku.

“Iwe boi, sana ngene aii,” (“Bro, he didn’t get in”) Jordan said. “I’ll let you know once we are in the building tomorrow. Cheers but.”

“But mwasiliza? Ma tire yonse mwa masula?” (“But have you finished? Did you loosen all the tires?”) asked Imasiku.

“Eyeh, manje ba Jordan basiya- ” (“Yes, but Jordan left- “) before she could finish Jordan reached for the phone and grabbed it from her hands.

“Vonse tachaya. I’ll call you tomorrow. Nkala che mu easy. Bye munthu wanga, tabwelela ku warehouse ise (“We did everything. Just relax. Bye my friend, we have gone back to the warehouse.”),” Jordan said and hang up the phone.

He floored the Subaru and drove off to Kalingalinga where the rest of the crew was.

The plan was in motion.

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