GODLINGS : ASCENSION (African Lore Book 1)

CHAPTER 17

Africa,
Nigeria,
Lagos state,
Ikeja....

Marshall Nnamdi entered the restaurant, wearing nothing but a plain shirt and shorts as he moved towards the counter next to the standing fan that blew the same stuffy air around the room, wincing at the smell that flooded the area as His stomach grumbled. A pretty girl with two tribal marks on both sides of her cheeks and a plaited hair moved towards him, her body looked toned from years of hard work. His eyes narrowed, the way she moved, sequentially, straight forward, he nodded to himself, he was in the right place.

"Oga good afternoon sah, wetin u wan chop?" She said, her English laced with her native intonation,

He looked right in her eyes and ordered what he was told to order,

"Give me small rice with a side of green salad and white salad cream, no meat" he said,

It was hilarious what the DSS could come up with, code words for certain issues that no one would bat an eye at, at worst he would be called a refined man, a "buti pikin" by the regular normal people in the restaurant who he didn't join to eat native food. At once he watched her expression change, so quick it was like it never existed as her cheerful smile returned, she pointed at the last door near the exit,

"Na there we they serve VIP customers" she said, telling him to go towards that section.

He nodded and moved to the door, feeling a weird tingling move through his body as he got closer to the door,

"Identity recognized, Marshall nnamdi of the special DSS force, clearance level 2" a voice rang near his ears, so silent, no one else heard,

He turned around in surprise and noticed the girl had disappeared, frowning as he heard a hiss and the door opened. He stepped in and watched it close back,

An elevator,

He stood still as he felt it descending down below normal ground level. Marshall nnamdi always knew he was not the one in charge completely, his clearance level attested to the fact. He had received an impromptu call from the office of the president himself and told to repot to the restaurant and given the password.

He steeled himself, whoever was in control, he had gained enough attention to himself if he was called here. The elevator stopped and opened into a large oval room, people bustling around as a large screen showed battles between militants, terrorists and the undead army of the Nigerian military force, the J-corps. He stood in awe of the room, he had no idea what was going on here,

Hell,

There was no record anywhere of such a place existing, and he had the scoop on every secret part of the military, both retired and existing, so who ran this place?

"Marshall nnamdi" a feminine voice called,

He turned to see the same girl with a broken English accent, walking up to him, and even though he knew how to keep his emotions in check, this surprised him. She stood straight, walking with the aura of a powerful person in charge, shaking his hand as she turned,

"I'm guessing you are at loss for words" she said as he noticed her fluent English,

"Indeed, and here I thought I knew it all about the secret part of the military" he replied,

"And you would, except we do not represent the military of Nigeria, we are a....helping hand so to say" she replied cryptically,

Checking her watch,