Story Title: Chain Reaction
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“How – how did you do it?”
Emeka didn’t know where to start from; instead, he said,
“How did you do everything? I could never believe you were
that Christopher they were hunting.”
“You know nothing about what you are talking about.”
“You did all these to save your captured father; this I know
“Like I said, you are saying rubbish. Keep your mouth shut
and stay behind me.”
They crept stealthily towards the entrance of the
warehouse. The door of the warehouse was slightly ajar.
Emeka caught someone armed appear from the corner of
his left eye, he turned sharply, pointed the gun in his hand
towards the approaching figure and pulled the trigger. The
bullet caught the enemy in the nose, blowing his face open.
The sound of the gunshot was muffled.
Lucas was startled. “Where did you get the gun?”
Emeka smiled proudly and said, “I took it from one of the
men you killed. I thought I should keep myself busy too and
help out my friend.”
“Let’s get something straight. I am not your friend, okay?
And if you get killed tonight, it’s totally your fault. I’m not
responsible for you. I have given you the freedom to leave
peacefully. This situation is none of your business.”
“I won’t get killed,” Emeka replied, smiling widely. His
confidence annoyed his partner but there was nothing he
could do about it. This was the idiot’s choice.
Emeka offered to stay out and keep watch as soon as they
reached the entrance of the warehouse. Lucas stared at him
and shrugged as he went in – his funeral.
He boldly walked into the warehouse. He saw an elderly
right at the other end of the structure. The man wasn’t being
held a hostage as the abductors had said; he thought as
much. And with this discovery, he knew that nothing would
be done to him now. At least not until the old man
discovered who he was. He knew how important his
presence was – or how important they thought his presence
was. There were two armed men flanking the old man; they
evidently worked for the man. He knew who the old man
was, but he doubted if the man knew who he was. He
walked further and saw two other operatives with guns
drawn. There were a total of four bodyguards in the
warehouse. He wondered how many more were outside
trying to blow the amateurish Emeka’s brain out. In fact,
Emeka might be dead by now, for he was hearing series of
gunshots it would be such a waste if he lost his life right at
this final destination. Anyway, he shrugged, Emeka might
just be a collateral damage.
“We finally meet, Christopher,” the elderly man greeted,
He didn’t give the old man a glance as he shot the two
guards on either side. He walked bravely towards the
remaining two men. He knew they would not shoot him. He
was very important; his death wasn’t in their hands. They
aimed their guns but unable to pull the trigger. He shot them
both in the faces.
“Christopher, what– ” his words hanged in his throat at
what he saw.
He walked to the old man and aimed the gun at his
“This is for Christopher,” he said as he pulled the trigger.
As he stepped over the corpse of the man and picked the
four bags of money at a corner, he recalled how the man
had looked before he pulled the trigger.
It was a look of horrendous revelation as the man gazed
past him to the entrance – that he was not his son.
He was not Christopher.