“What happened?” Delta asked as she climbed into the car.

She ignored him, pulled the car door and slammed it close.

A deep breath, she gave a sigh of relief as she stared at Delta. Her gaze pitching a tent on his brown eyes.

He moved swiftly and she tried to put up a defense. Her hands high up in the air, he pushed a lock of hair away from her face and smiled.

“Let me fix things up myself.”

His voice was determined.

He took out a black bag from under his seat, unzipped it and pulled on a black glove. He took off his hood, wore an overall uniform and crossed over to the back of the car.

“Take the wheels”, he said.

He began to adjust the uniform on him, dwelling in its discomfort as Sandra started the car and moved.

She smashed her feet against the break pad the very moment Delta screamed, ‘stop.’

He gave her the bag, holding on to a face mask.

“Change”, he said.

His voice was rigid and determined.

“Where?” She asked.

His look compelled her.

“Get into the back seat. No one is watching”, he told her.

She crossed over to the back seat and as she began to pull down the arms of her blouse, he grabbed a gas cylinder and climbed down.

She was out in five minutes and he shoved a face mask in her hands. Delta wore his mask.

“Do the same”, he said to her.

She was quick at copying him, and soon they were walking back through the next entry into the facility.

Delta hauled the gas cylinder over his head, while Sandra followed.

“ID?” The security man at the gate asked. His thick moustache danced.

Delta dropped the cylinder and Sandra also stopped.

“Mr Ehiz…” Delta went quick on the tag pinned to the security man’s chest.

He frowned still, wandering how he had guessed his name right when he never knew them.

“We were in already. We only went to pick this.”

Delta kicked against the cylinder. Sandra was at his side smiling, as he locked her fingers into his.

The security guy still wasn't smiling. He had this straight look like he was observing them.

He ended up shaking his head like he would lose it.

“I can’t take you in. I need to see your ID.”

“Ah! We have an extra identification tag right in our truck. We’ll go get it”, Delta said.

“Watch this for us.”

Delta added, pointing to the cylinder.

He motioned to Sandra and they made it away. Not too far had they gone when they heard the security guy’s voice calling them back. They paused and smiled to each other. Knowing they had no ID anywhere, the trick worked.


Sandra used the long hallway. It was rugged all through, illuminated with bright light bulbs lacing up the roof in a single file.

She traced the right office with a file in her arms. This was the initial plan. She stopped guessing and she picked up a random room to knock. She already forgot the room Delta told her. Room 12? 13? She wasn’t so sure.

A door cracked open and she looked away, knocked on room twelve and she leveraged her hands on the knob. The door cracked opened and she stepped in, before anyone would suspect her.

A woman in her late sixties was behind the desk, looking over tons of document on her table in surprise. It was a small office with just one desk, a shelf and a chair, nothing more.

She had this expressionless look and it was hard for Sandra to decode if she was going to erupt.

“From the sanitary department, ma'am. The whole compound is cleaned up,” Sandra said.

Her words were straight and accurate like she had done some rehearsal. Sandra knew it wasn’t this woman’s duty to do the sign up.

She gave a long exhausting look.

“I am not to sign it. Next room.”

She pointed.

“Ok”, Sandra replied with disappointment holding her down. Her feet suddenly became heavy.

“Besides,”

Sandra stopped moving. She was at the door already. She whirled around to have an eye contact.

“No one would answer you today. Come tomorrow, but you can check anyway”, the woman said.

Her words hit Sandra like a hammer, shattering her hope for survival into pieces. The deal, though unfair, was that she was going to get the woman’s signature by all means. The description Delta gave was perfect. She was who he had asked her to talk to.

Sandra would be down in ten minutes time and Delta had promised her no antidote till she gets the signature or she dies.

“Ermm, wait!” The woman’s voice was sharp behind Sandra as she held on to the door to pull it close.

Her heart leaped, trying to lay hold on this very moment.

“Ma'am?” Sandra walked back in, her eyes bright.

“Are there still people in the reception?” She asked.

“No!” Sandra replied and again was the woman waving her to leave her office.

Sandra felt used. She was going to die soon anyway. She walked down the foyer and she turned back frequently, hoping someone would push open the door and yell; “Young lady.”

Nothing happened.

Then she gave up.


Godwin Okhuoya