The Fall

chapter 3

Few weeks later...
Kunle parks his car at the car park of the vice President's office. The compound is heavily guarded with soldiers, Kunle finds this strange as the vice President  never had soldiers in his compound until this day. He walks to the round shaped six story building, designed with graffiti of different types.

The soldiers allows him to pass after he shows them his identity card, and after they searched him. He walks through the entrance which slides open by itself after the security system scans his body. Kunle walks to the reception and approach the desk of the receptionist, to his surprise the seats in the reception are empty, and the place is quiet.

The receptionist is busy with the desktop before her, she is dressed in a native fabric suit and wears a wig. He walks to her and tells her of his appointment with the vice President, the lady stares at Mr Kunle and says;

"Am sorry Mr Kunle, his Excellency is leaving the city as we speak.

"What? Why? To where? The questions rushed out of his mouth without control.

"States business sir, you should understand that. Anyways his jet hasn't taken off yet, if you can make it quickly to the hanger.

"Which way is it?

"Down the corridor. She points to her right, you will take the elevator to the first floor.

"Thank you!

Kunle walks quickly pass the corridor, the offices are quiet and feels deserted, once again he feels uneasy but ignores his thoughts. The elevator descends as if it was expecting him, he walks inside the transparent elevator and speaks to the computer.

"To the first floor please."

"Yes sir."The door closes and the elevator hums as it ascends to the first floor. Soon the elevator stops and the door slides open.

"You have arrived at the first floor sir!"

Kunle exits the elevator unto another corridor, he sees a stair case and takes it to another door.

The censor on the door beeps and turns green and he was able to push it open. He is now on the top of the building, the view of the city in broad daylight is more fascinating on the roof top of the building.

Kunle adjust his glasses and checks his appearance as he walks towards the hanger just few steps away from him. He opens his file and brings out some papers from it. On the hanger rests Africa's fastest jet, it looks like a bird with it wings pointed upwards, the black bird thrusters roars to life. Kunle could see the vice President with other officials talking, there seems to be an argument. He had reached them before he got his senses back. The discussion ends and the men stares at kunle who stands feets away from them.

"I beg your pardon sirs, your Excellency, if you will excuse me I would to take my leave."

He turns to leave.
The vice President waves at the others and they walked away.

"I believe I have an appointment with you, Mr?" Kunle turns around swiftly.

"Kunle sir.

"Okay, so Mr Kunle as you can see my jet is ready and I will be late if you don't make this fast. The man smiles at Kunle, he is richly dress in white Agbada and a blue native cap, his neck is decorated with red beads of different sizes, his wrist are not an exception as they are also ardorned with beads, his black shoe looks very expensive and classic, the man is in his 50s.

"Right away sir." The humming of the jet engine is calm and bearable.

"Your Excellency this are reports from the north sir." He handles the papers to the vice President, the man scans through them.