It wasn’t a good start to the day for Soulgha although when he met his employer, the sun was shinning. Now that he was leaving his office, it was dull just like his thoughts. He had been recalled to give a report on his last job. He had been sent to collect a brief case of some importance to his employer from a property downtown, in the city now called New Accra. Often he would meet some resistance on his jobs and had a sharp and swift way of dealing with it.
This particular job hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had hoped and he explained this to his employer. Although he had retrieved the item in question, he wasn’t suppose to be identified and under no circumstances, was he to open the briefcase.
His employer Dr Alargey, was not a subtle man when it came to his servants failing to carry out his orders, and often demonstrated the meaning of loyalty to his troops-urban foot soldiers bred from the Ghettos of Accra. If anyone had tried to explain the difficulties they had encountered on assignment, he would always quote “Don’t bring your troubles me – I have troubles of my own”. Suffice to say, it was always wise to follow his orders to the letter. If you didn’t it was unlikely, you would be seen again.
No sooner had he stepped onto the street, he sensed danger, part of the instinctive nature that he had developed over the years in his line of business.
As if in time with his foot landing upon the floor, he heard the thud of other feet landing. He turned his head to witness a person materialise through a wall in a halo of blinding light.
The shock of the vision caught him off guard, as it was designed to do. The character raised its arms high and with the point of a finger, hit Soulgha with an electrical pulse of energy.
It should have knocked him to the ground, but instead Soulgha vanished and was no more.
Is Soulgha Dead and gone for ever? Or will he survive in the Dead Zone of Accradon.