KOLLUPIA S2 E02

Micheal stood at the balcony of the house and stared into the yard.  All was quiet and peaceful. The night air felt good against his skin. Lucious had been sent to bed early. Nse had cut off all his Inter net and phone privileges. She still hadn't quite decided on the proper punishment for his crime. She was still really pissed.



"This is all your fault. You know that right?" He heard Nse's soft voice behind him.

"I knew you were going to blame this on me" he said without turning around.

"Look at me, Micheal"

He turned around slowly. She was standing at the doorway to their bedroom. Her hair hung loosely on her shoulders. The short satin night-gown flowed across her firm body.

Micheal sighed. Thirteen years after marriage  and she was still as beautiful as ever. The love he felt for her was like nothing he could comprehend. With the nightmare of Kollupia behind  them, he realised Nse and Lucious were the only thing he lived for.

"You think I don't know you've been secretly teaching him military tactics, hand to hand combat and a whole bunch of stuff  I can't name?"

"He needs to know these things....just in case. .."
"In case what, my love?" She said coming towards him. She smelled like fresh roses. The scent excited him. He felt her hands against his skin. She touched an old scar on his shoulder.
"Kollupia was a long time ago, Micheal" she said softly. " and yet you still nurse the scars"
"He has to be ready" Micheal said, looking away.

"For what?" She whispered, turning his face towards hers. "The money in your offshore accounts is more than enough to take care of us. The Government here's good to us....we're safe. Why must he live like he's preparing for war?"

Her face was very close to his now.

"I know you want to protect us," she continued. " But there are no more monsters...or wars to fight. We're safe"

She kissed him softly on the lips. He kissed her back.

"So what do want for your birthday?" She whispered again.

Micheal  paused. He really hadn't given it much thought. He wasn't a "birthday" person.


So he had no idea how to be whenever it came.

"Don't worry" she giggled and kissed him again. Her temperature was rising. "Make love to me" she panted.

Then they went inside.







4AM

Micheal woke up to the sound of his Phone vibrating. He turned to stare at Nse's sleeping form. She looked so peaceful.

He picked up the device and saw the caller ID. A small smile played on his lips.

"Hello, Damiete" he said when he answered the call.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!!!"
Micheal put the device away from his ear and winced.

"Nse's asleep" Micheal whispered.

"Oh!" Damiete's voice said. "Sorry, We forgot that its morning over there"

"Happy Birthday, Big Mike!" Came Kadilo's voice over the phone. Micheal smiled. It was actually nice to hear their voices again. He could hear music in the background.
"Where are you guys, anyway?" Micheal straining into the phone.
"We're in Ghana."  Dhamiete said. "Hows my godson?"
"Still being 'Lucious' ....I guess." Micheal sighed.
"Like father like son, eh?" Kadilo giggled.
Micheal smiled.
"Anyway, sorry we couldn't be there for your day" Kadilo said.
"When are you guys back?" He whispered looking  over Nse's sleeping form.
"Missing us already????" Kadilo yelled. "We'll be back in two days.Kiss Nse for me"
"I will. Tell your husband to go easy on the booze. Can almost smell it from here"
He heard  Kadilo giggle.
"Will do that dear" She said. "Happy birthday love"
Line Disconnects.


7:15AM.

Dressed in his favourite black track-suit, Micheal steps out of the house. The morning air was refreshing...perfect for a good run. He let the freshness fill his lungs did some light stretching. His muscles weren't exactly what they used to be twelve years ago, but he was still a fine specimen. The neighbourhood was quiet, as it usually was when he went for a run. A perfect day, he thought.



After his light stretching he started his run. Every day he'd add another mile to his workout, always pushing himself a little harder.


 He knew his body wasn't what it used to be Twelve years ago, but he had to push. The neighbours mostly kept to themselves, which suited him just fine.



Nse was right, he thought.

 Kollupia was in the past. The money in his offshore accounts was more than enough to take care of the three of them. Twelve years was a long time to be looking over your shoulder.

He enjoyed his run, taking in the sights of the neighbourhood. He had to admit he loved it here. He also had to admit that he needed to have a long talk with his son. He brushed the thought aside and focused on the task  at hand.

Forty-Five Minutes later, he had returned to his street. 

Then he saw the car.
It was parked by the house.
He felt the hairs on his skin come alive. His heart rate increased. Suddenly his muscles tensed. An old dark feeling crawled down his spine. He knew the feeling too well. It had followed him about  for years, like a shadow. It was a blackness inside him he'd forgotten about...it was his abyss.

The car was a black Range Rover with tinted windows. It had no Plates and its engine was still running. Micheal did a quick mental calculation of how much time it would take to dash into the house, run up the stairs for the nearest weapon. 11•3 seconds....too slow, he thought. He had no way of knowing how many assailants were in the vehicle....or what sort of weapons they carried.

The backseat passenger door opened.


His Eyes strayed towards a broken rake a few feet away from his position.

A very slender man stepped out of the car.


 Even from where he was standing,  Micheal could tell the grey suit was expensive. The man took of his sun glasses and smiled at him.

"Sokha is unarmed" he said, with his hands in the air.

The man slowly  approached.

"That's far enough!" Micheal said when the man was half-way across the street.

"Touchy, are we not?" The Man paused. "Well, Sokha supposes having  wife and twelve year old son can do that "  The Man's manner was playful, but there was a darkness in his eyes Micheal hadn't seen before.

"Who are you?" Micheal said with an icy tone he hadn't used in over a decade.

"Sokha must apologise" The Man bowed . "He should've brought cake for Old Assassin . But decent bakeries are hard to find in this city. And the hour is early"

"What do you want?"

The Man's eyes were like two holes into an abyss.

"Sokha's employer has  a job for the Old Assassin.....in Kollupia " The Man said simply.

"Not interested"

"Sokha has not said what job is" He frowned.

 " Leave!!!"

Long pause.

"Sokha tells employer  the Old Assassin might say this" The Man shrugged. "Employer says, 'Ask anyway', Sokha says, 'Okay'....So Sokha asks"

"That life is behind me" Micheal said softly.

"Sokha understands" He said, taking a few steps towards him.  Micheal fought back the urge to charge towards the man and Knock him off his feet. A second Man stepped out from the other side of the car. He had an automatic rifle in his hand.

"And now Sokha asks and Old Assassin says, No ." The Man says thoughtfully. "So what is Sokha to do?"

He stopped a few feet away.

"So Sokha thinks ......maybe the old assassin needs convincing"

Sound of an approaching air craft. It was coming from just beyond the trees behind the car. He knew it was military, the echo of the engine was unmistakable.

"If Sokha were to ask one last time,"  he smiled. "Would the answer be different?"

The sound of the Helicopter was louder. But he still didnt have a visual. Who were these people? Would they risk exposing themselves like this?

"Go to hell" Micheal said softly.

"What's going, Micheal?" Came Nse's voice from behind him.

"Get back inside and Lock the door!!!" Micheal snapped.

Then the Chopper emerged from the trees. Its roar broke through the serenity of the morning like a demonic wail.

Micheal recognised it instantly. It was an AH-1Z Viper. It was literally a fast flying gun ship.


He saw the Attack Helicopter just seconds before it unleashed one of its Hellfire Anti-Tank missiles  towards the house.

The large projectile wailed through the  air at frightening speed. Micheal flung himself across the lawn Milli-seconds before the ballistic monster smashed into the house and exploded.

The heat from the blast threw Micheal into the air. He bashed his head against something hard and blacked out.
.Blackness.

Smell of smoke.

Pain in his head.

Nse's screams.

Micheal rolled over on his side. The pain in head was excruciating. He tried to move, but felt a strange numbness.

More screams from Nse.

He looked towards his home. His vision was blurry, but he could tell the front of the house was a smoking pile of rubble. He could barely recognise it. Where was Nse? Where was his son? More smoke filled his lungs....more pain in his head.

"Ah!" He heard Sokha say delightfully. "The Old Assassin awakes!"

Micheal rolled over painfully again. Through the haze, he could just make out the trembling, kneeling figures of his wife and son. Sokha and two armed men stood over them.

"Get...away from them" he panted through the pain.The ringing in his ears was intense.

"Sokha doesn't think he has Assasin's attention.... Perhaps a demonstration is in order" Sokha presses the nuzzle of a hand gun against Nse's head.

"Leave her alone!!" Lucious spat. But he's brutally struck across the face by the butt of a rifle. The twelve year old loses consciousness instantly.
"The boy has father's spirit" Sokha smiles and presses the nuzzle harder against Nse's skull.
"F**k you!!" She spat defiantly.

Sokha stares at her few for a few seconds....then back at Micheal.

"Does Sokha have your attention now?"

"Yes...." Micheal said desperately. He was in so much pain. "I'll go to Kollupia....I'll do whatever you want....just let them go"

Long silence.




Sokha smiles at him, then pulls the trigger.



........to be continued



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