At Gun Point

~07~

I descented the stairs and decided to make some calls. I had to call my medical aid company to come with three choppers from the capital and carry the injured after they have received first-aid from nurses at our local hospital. I had to call the local hospital for them to come with haste for this was a matter of emergency. Most of the people in the room were losing blood and I had nothing to do about it currently. Their presence was required without fail. That was the best I had to do to save my fellow heroes.

I knew this was going to take a great deal of time but that was the best thing to do. I had opted for my medical aid company to come and take the injured because it was the soul entity with best services in the country,as far as the health sector was concerned. I was willing to pay all the bills for them. It will bring joy to me. Our local public hospital in town didn't have the best of services. Sometimes it will be reported to have drug shortages. The scan and X-ray machines were malfunction. We were in a process as local companies to purchase and donate these machines and ensure that drugs were always available so that few people will be referred to the government hospital in the capital or to private health facilities.

Thirdly,I had to call Colonel Darius Kendrick,the head of the army in the southern part of the country, to come and have a look at what was in front of me. Boxes upon boxes of armory were piled side by side with those of cocaine. This was a situation which required the presence of an army personnel. What if he is part of all this?My doubts about him became touchable. I then thought hard about who then to call. I then opted to call the vice commander of the police force in the country. He was my classmate and old friend from high school. But what if everyone is involved? I had to take my chances. Not every one is corrupt,anyway.

I looked at the digital clock on my iPhone, and it was reading three-thirty in the morning. I wondered how many hours have gone by since I came to the shopping mall. I called the landline at the local hospital and a male voice answered back. I introduced myself and told the man the urgency of our situation and urged them to hurry with first aid kits to save the injured before they lose much blood and die. Some were having bullets in the wrong places. They needed urgent clinical assistance. The man then said he was going to call the nurse in charge to come and talk to me. In a space of about five or so minutes, I waited,my eyes glued on the carelessly sleeping figure of Melinda. What is going on in her head right now?Maybe she is dreaming of me?I drove the the silly thought away with a smile on my face. What am I thinking?

I then heard,"Hello! Hello!.....anyone there?"A female voice asked on the other end of the line.
"Yea!Yea! I'm still there,mam." I answered.
"I have heard what had happened,we are now packing the essentials and we will be there in an hour. Thank you Mr Mallazamba." She added.

That was a little bit of a relief. It made me release a deep breath. The lives of these people were at stack now.
I proceeded to call the medical aid company and they consented with my plea. Since this was a money-service game there was no problem.

I dialed Brian Hartley's number. The cops vice commander. To my luck,it rang and a female picked it up.
"Hello!...Hello! who am I talking to?"She asked with a drowsy voice .
"This is Charlton Mallazamba,calling from Raspberg,there is an emergency so I would like to talk to Brian Hartley. Is he there?"I answered.

"Yea!yea!....just wait a minute!"She said.
I heard her waking someone up.
Is this Brian's wife?I asked myself. Uum I don't think so,she doesn't sound like this. He has hooked up some slut,or he has an extramarital affair. Yeah I believe it now ,men are pigs. So dirt minded.

After a minute or so,Brian was now at the end of the line. We greeted each other and I summarily told him all that has happened and the current situation I was in. He then asked me to describe the white man and after that he told me he was Frederick Bastion, a political fugitive known for drug,ammunition and minerals trafficking, rape cases and violence. A well known serial killer. Brian was surprised at how I have managed to stop him with a band farm workers. I told him it was God's will. This was going to earn me a reputation, he told me with a smirk. He then informed me that the government was looking for him, for this wasn't his first time of doing the same thing.

Damn!Why didn't I know him?Maybe it was because I hated the local news and to read the newspapers. If I didn't hate them, I would have been aware of the devil he was. This time he wasn't fortunate though, he has fallen into the hands of Mallazamba and the brave farm workers.
He was going to call his superior,the police commander,just soon after our call and inform the police air force to prepare two choppers to head south towards our town to access the ordeal. He and the police commander himself were coming to see for themselves what I have told him.

The call ended. It took me a couple of minutes to come back to the reality around me. Most of the injured had now succumbed to sleep. A few were still grunting in pain.
I just hoped the nurses will reach here in time and help them, especially Rambo. He wasn't that bad though. I then remembered him smiling at me in his black mask,his muscular body gleaming in the fluorescent light of the bulbs. I then wondered what has caused him to engage into crime of such a calibre. Maybe money was the sole thing that forced him to be one of Bastion's man. He didn't have the passion of killing like that Bison had. But now he was on the verge of death. Maybe he was going to survive,I hoped.

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