Spy

chapter2

Brandon,tall and handsome although a little shy,was the officer in charge of the lost persons and recoveries office. He had never participated in this searches himself in the past years but he still won the most humanly rescuer of the year trophy. His two right handmen included the always right but a bit rigid Nelion and the ever on the move guy Dickens. All of them were full trained police officers.

Having shown their interest in humanity,they had rose in ranks to become accomplices of Brandon. Their daily routine included waking up early and at times sleeping out on search missions. They never had leaves and neither did they work in shifts. Their salaries were not big but they were enough to feed your hometown for a week without anyone missing a meal.

Jennifer a secretary at the office,who was always coveting for Brandon,had to keep a keen eye on their behavior and job attendance. They disliked her for being stern but knowing their lives depended on her ink,they had to comply to her tougher rules.

The office was big enough to be a grade five classroom but it only housed files and four desks with the boss sitting in front facing them all. Dickens always eyed that position but the rules were always the same. You can't boss the boss. The officers had acquired a medium sized transistor radio that never went off during work hours. They all enjoyed listening to music and great set pieces from the local public primary school.

"One bright morning when all of life is over,i fly away, when I die hallelujah bye and bye I fly away" Don Moen's greatest of the music was blarring on the radio. The boss who enjoyed the country rhythm more than he took in the message was singing along imitating the bass of the singer. His telephone rung and he picked it up without lowering the volume.

He thought this was one of the normal 'check on me' calls he received every morning as routine to ascertain he was in the office. It wasn't. "Hello he muttered into the mouthpiece end of the receiver. The caller must have been straight and brief because he dropped the phone few seconds later without saying anything.

He turned the radio off before he started dialing numbers scribbled on an old abstract book page stuck on the wall. None was answered as it was still very early and non of the officers he wanted had reported. He summoned his boys and decided they had to do the assignment.

" someone from the intelligence department has called me and claimed he has traced Annabel 'the lost girl's phone in the deepest end of the Miruka forest. Now boys,you have to pick few officers from the crimes office and embark on rescuing the girl. Hey moving! he shouted and they all scrambled out muttering things that sounded like yes sir!. This was now his awaited moment to make a move on his secretary.

Dickens being the fastest driver they chose him to cruise the land rover truck to the dreaded forest. With Nelion beside him on the passenger seat and the boys jumping onto the back. They always used this truck on such missions because it was fast and because it was four-wheel enabled thus easy to wade through water and mud. With the boys announcing that they were all sat and alert he coughed the engine and roared the truck out of the compound.

The rescue truck had custom number plates thus it wasn't easy to know if it was a police car. It wasn't fitted with a siren and its grey colour gave it the silhouette it required. It took them roughly three hours to arrive into the rain forest. It wasn't drizzling but the weather was all clear that it could rain anytime. The boys started alighting one by one and taking their positions as planned.

Once they came into a good parking place. Nelion and Dickens bade each other bye and alighted too. They took different directions as this was the rule.Dickens checked on his walkie talkie before covering the truck with twigs and some dead leaves. Nelion walked towards the west of the forest. After few minutes walk he noticed a clearing and walked towards it. He saw stumps of cut trees and a dead fire. He alerted the rest who came running to the location. Here they assessed the situation and recorded in their notebooks before agreeing to part ways again and continue the search. Where was the girl? Was she hurt? Was she dead?

Nelion remained on the clearing and felt the ashes. They werent warm. That meant the fire wasn't recently lit. He looked at the trunks used as seats and something hit his mind. This arrangement means they had a leader that was highly skilled or maybe was once in the military. He noted also that there were footsteps heading towards a rough in passed or rarely used road. He followed them nut they disappeared in the mud.

He came back and decided to continue his search as there was nothing much here. Dickens was always muttering things in his Walkman but they weren't important as he had found no clue. Later at around four they again gathered at the clearing having found nothing. Now they had to spend a night in this wilderness.

They lit a fire to warm their half cooked food while few of the boys and Dickens went in search of a river to bath and also drink water. As was the custom He went first. Then he saw a branch move. He moved closer with the boys keeping their distance. Then he saw someone high on the tree.

He persuaded the guy to come down but this was a no man's land. There was no rules in the wilderness. Unlucky to the man he miscalculated his climb and came tumbling down. He was not so hurt except for blood oozing from his mouth and nose. After first aid the boys decided to carry him to the clearing. Once he got better he was going to try and shade some light on their mission.