Behind the mask episode 1 – 3

BEHIND THE MASK
SYNOPSIS

He sits down on a bed, with his white mask on. He sips from his wine and drops the glass on the drawer beside the bed as he smokes from his cigarette. A girl comes in.

“Erica, what do you want” he asks.

“Who really are you?” she replies.

“I told ya…… ”

“Lier!!!” she yells as she brings out a gun and point it at him. He shakes his head and ‘tsk’ as he stands up and rapidly collects the gun from her and c*cks it pointing it at her as she brings out a gun rapidly and points back at him also.

“You didn’t c*ck it” he says and smirk. She c*cks the gun.

“I told your ass I’m James Leo!!” he yells back. “…….if you don’t believe then you f-ck off.. ”

“or I could just f-ck you up” she replies

“Then I’d shoot you myself” he mutters with a cold glare.

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Erica Brian is a young police officer sent to investigate the matter of an armed robber and a city terror who’s got lots of diabolical powers. She later falls inlove with him. But something happens that complicates their matters the more.

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“F-cking idiot… ” I gro-n and knock my bedside alarm off from its annoying sound. I yawn and stretch myself on the bed. I rise up in a sitting position, the duvet covering my legs. I pick up my phone and check the time and I gasp.

“Oh shit…. F-ck.. ” I cuss at the realization of time.
“8 : 30?….. I’m so grounded again… F-ck me” I cuss again and hurry off bed. Don’t mind the way I cuss, that’s just me.

I switch on the water heater as I hurry into the bathroom, no need taking off any clothes, I’m unclad. I so much love sleeping unclad, the joy that comes with the breeze is so unexplainable.

I tap the shower button and smile closing my eyes waiting for the warm water to start running over my skin. But hell no, nothing comes down. Slowly, I open a eye and then the second.

“You f-cking cunt, dem send you to me? I’m f-cking late!” I yell at the shower as it stares back at me.
“Keep staring idiot” I mutter and walk out of the bathroom.

“F-ck.. ” I grab my towel and tie it around my body. “When are you ever gonna grow? Huh!” I talk to the towel. It’s too short, showing a large part of my h¡ps almost revealing my bum. It’s not it’s fault, I bought it myself.

I head outside my apartment walking to the reservoir.

“Is the water pumping well?” Baba Kokumo asks referring to his son, Kokumo that’s standing on the reservoir standing. That’s our caretaker, a strict sassy man, but trust me, he never dares me.

“E dey pump.” his son replies.

“Baba, shey you no know say water level don low since yesterday make you pump am? Now I’m late for work.” I scowl at him.

“Sorry madam, I go open the water like that. ” he tells me. He never dares me, but his stupid son does.

“You’re always late ma’am” he mutters pretending to be checking the reservoir. Dude always like picking on me since he once asked me out and I told him… “Sorry, I don’t date babies”

“What did you say?” I shout at him.

“Nothing, just playing with the reservoir” he mutters with a shrug.

“I’m so gonna fast food fist f-ck you” I mutter angrily as I walk to the ladder leading to where he is.

“Madam no climb that place oo, your towel will remove” Baba Kokumo shouts and I stop. Now I just remember I’m putting on a goddamn short towel, and I’m running so f-cking late. I shoot Kokumo one last glare and snap my fingers at him in a “we shall see” manner and walk back in,side.
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I finally finish dressing up, I stare at my reflection on the mirror, grey suit, grey trousers, inner white shirt. I know I look good. I do a final retouch of the l¡pstick on my l-ips. I pick up my phone.

“Holy baby Jesus. 10am? I’m the worst officer ever.. Devils a liar.” I mutter and grab my bag as I run outside. I rush into my car, I place my bag on the passenger’s seat and start the car engine and drive out of the gate.
My phone rings in my bag.

“Who’s that again.. ” I mutter in frustration and dip my hands into the bag searching for the phone speeding off on the road. I bring out the phone and it’s mom.

“F-ck… ” I mutter before picking the call. ” Hello mom..”

“You just forget me… ” her voice sounds over the phone. When is she ever gonna understand? Since she married that man I’ve hated staying with her, with the man’s stupid son I hated that place the more.

I dodge my car briskly from hitting another car, is that driver blind? I look at my side mirror and I sight a police officer shouting at me. What happened, f-ck I crossed a traffic light, I almost got myself killed.

“Sorry… ” I mutter and wave my hands at the officer knowing fully well he can’t hear me.

“Always saying sorry… ” mom mutters and sigh. Wait, I’m I still on phone?

“I wasn’t talking to you mum…. I gotta go.. Bye.. ” I say and hangup. I should probably visit her later in the day. But now, I should focus on how not to get grounded in the office.
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I drive into the building and park my car in the parking lot, I step out of my car and walk in,side.

“Miss Erica Brian…… ” I hear the inspector, (Inspector Martins) call my name and I stop on my track.

I comport myself. “Good morning sir.” I greet him.

“Welcome, can you check your time please.” he says coming to me with his hands crossed before him.

“10 : 56 sir” I reply him.

“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t be fired.” he says and I crease. I don’t wanna get fired. Who wants to get fired in a special investigation org-nisation.

“It won’t happen again sir.. ” I tell him.

“Well…. I’ll pardon you today… On one condition. Follow me” he orders and I follow.
” Have you heard the latest news in town? ” he asks as we enter his office space in the building and I furrow my brows. News?

“Of course she hasn’t …” punk ass Ramsey says as he enters standing beside me. He’s this annoying officer I hate to see. Trust me, you don’t wanna wake up to see him first, you’re gonna have a bad day.

“Must you always be a punk ass?” I grit glaring at him.

“Well I’m better than your ass who sleeps all night at every angle of the bed like a lost c*ckroach forgetting your work.. ” he replies keeping a straight face not sparing me a look. I cuss under my breath and was gonna punch him at that but the inspector shouts at us.

“Order… ” he yells and we keep quiet. He picks up a remote and taps it as an image comes up on the large screen in the office.

“O.. M… G” I gawk at the sight I’m seeing. An army’s barrack totally destroyed with soldiers dead. Real bad death. Like a missile coupled with vampires and werewolves destroyed them.

“That’s the latest news in town now, “AN UNKNOWN MAN DESTROYS AN ARMY BARRACK” “ARE WE EVEN SAFE?”…blah blah blah, those are the headlines running the town now. And we’ve been awarded the contract to investigate the incidence.” inspector Martins explains.

“How did this all happen sir?” I ask in surprise.

“No one knows, a soldier, Noah by name was spared….. And we interrogated him” Martins say and press the remote again as the video of a soldier talking came up.

“I really don’t know what happened, all I know was that two masked men came to the barrack, one with a white mask, another with a black mask, something strange happened, five portals appear behind them and some dark spirits came out of them. The white masked one muttered something like ‘shadow soldier’ I asked them ‘who are they’ and I was gonna shoot and he just muttered ‘freeze’ and I couldn’t move, I became like a rock but I could hear all that was happening, I know I heard gunshots, rapid ones, as gro-ns and yelps filled the air.” the soldier explained.

“What happened after, how did you get freed? ” the interrogator voice sounds.

“They came out some minutes later, I felt a touch and I was released almost falling down but he held me, my breathing ragged, and he said. ‘I spared you to spread the news, whoever asks you who I am, tell them, I am Leo, the cobra.. jab tak main jalata hoon, main nahin rukoonga….’ and then he and the second guy vanished, their car sounded and the lights on as the car vanish also… ” he explains and starts coughing, ragged coughing as he hold his neck.

“Are you okay sir.. ” the interrogator asks.

Martins shuts the screen. “He died after that… That language he spoke is Hindi and it means, ‘until I burn, I won’t stop’.”

“Who is he?” I asked no one in particular.

“Your ass just heard he’s Leo the cobra….. ” Ramsey mocks and Martins glares at him… “Sorry sir.. ” he mutters.

“Erica, this is my condition of pardoning you, find him and know who he truly is. What’s his motive, what are the meanings behind those words. Find out everything.” Martins say and Ramsey chuckles and smirks. I glare at him, I’m so gonna break his neck.

“But sir, this is very dangerous…. I mean… ”

“No excuses Erica, find out who he is… Remember the guy that beat up SARS policemen? and destroyed a restaurant, he was also a masked man with diabolical powers. White mask. So find the link between them…. And Ramsey will be your partner”

“What? Ramsey?..” I exclaim. Why will it be Ramsey.

“Yeaaahh… ” Ramsey mutters.

“Erica, find him.. ” Martins says again as Ramsey smirks. I nod and glare at Ramsey.

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🖤CHAPTER THREE🖤

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~ERICA~

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“The Federal Republic of Nigeria has decl……”

“Abeg, una Federal Republic news too dey too much…” I mutter and press the remote changing the channel. Zeeworld comes up.

“Mtcheww” I hiss and change the channel again as a pastor preaching comes up.

“Eehen…. My favorite pastor Leonard. ” I mutter happily and stretch my legs comfortably on the table as I place my bowl of popcorn on my legs and munch on it.

“God isn’t happy with all this things going on in this country, the killings, brutality, showing egos… It calls nothing but the wrath of God. We can’t exp…….” a knock on my door stops me from listening.

I sigh and stand up.

“Who’s there? ” I ask walking to the door.

“Someone.. ” the person replies. I recognize that voice.

“Ramsey?” I mutter with surprise. What’s he doing here?

“Will you open the door please?” he says from outside. I chuckle and sigh as I open the door not letting him in.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask him with a glare.

“Are you gonna stand me here and turn yourself into an unnecessary questionnaire without letting me in?” he says.

“F-ck me..” I cuss under my breath and leave the door for him to enter.

“Hmmmm, you watch this man?.. I hate him a great deal. Always against force men, especially the police and soldiers” he says referring to pastor Jacobs Leonard as he sits down on my couch. I feel like answering him but it’d be a waste of time exchanging words with him.
“Make yourself comfortable, sit down” he gestures and I chuckle.

“That was suppose to be my line you know?” I tell him.

“Yeah but I used it, nothing spoil…” he replies with a shrug as he packs a handful of my popcorn and eats it.

“Idiot….” I say and slap his head taking my popcorn from him. “Why won’t you hate Jacobs, when all you do is eat people’s food. Punk ass”

“Why won’t you love him when all you know is sitting like a termite queen watching TV and eating popcorn. Dumbass” he replies. F-ck, that hit me.

I bite my lip.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask him.

He takes the remote and switch off the TV.

“I’m here for work, I’m sure you’ve forgotten about work, the one boss gave you” he says.

“And how’s my work your concern? It’s night already douche.” I snap at him.

“I’m your partner…. ” he says and laugh softly. “…i know you don’t remember anymore.”

I sigh, I pray I don’t break his balls before we end this.

“I think the best idea for you now is to get out of this house or I’ll make you not to remember you were ever here. I think you understand?” I ask him with a sinister smirk. He sure knows me, I’ll snap his bones off.

“Alright, seriously now, let’s be serious.” he tells me and I sigh and sit on the couch beside him.

“What you’ve got.” I ask him.

“Please, I’d need your laptop, sorry for the disturbance, I forgot to bring mine” he says with a puppy face. I shake my head and stand up to go get the laptop from my room.
“Don’t be a bad host, get your visitor something to drink also” he shouts after me. Jesus, I hate him.

I enter the sitting room not long after with my laptop in my hand and a bottle of chill veleta wine. I sight Ramsey eating my popcorn again. He sees me and look up.

“Sorry.. ” he says with a foolish smile, “..couldn’t getting rid of the taste.” he says. I sigh and shake my head.

“What’re you using the laptop for?” I ask him.

He ignores and ins**ts a flash drive in the laptop.

“Down to business, recollect that soldier said that man that attacked put on a white mask” he says

“So what’s with that.” I ask him.

“There’s a new player in town” he says.

“Player?” I no answer.

“Yeah, a new money spender is in town.” he says.

“There’s still no correlation” I tell him. I’m beginning to feel disgusted.

“The new spender…… ” he operates on my laptop. “…always wear a white mask…. This are his pictures” he says and display the pictures on my laptop. A cute guy with a mask, fair and tall.

“wow he’s cute.. ” I mutter.

“She’s falling for the devil… ” he mutters and I can see a glint of jealousy in his eyes.

“Are you jealous?” I ask him in mockery.

“Who cares, if you like fall for devil… E no concern me. It’s your life ma’am.”

“Punk ass is jealous.” I laugh.

“Whatever, look at this.” he says and display a picture where the guy was wearing a clothe that opens his chest.

“What’s with it?” I ask.

“He’s got a chain with a cobra symbol on it, and the soldier said his name his ‘Leo, the cobra'” he explains

“Wow, now it’s getting interesting. Who’s this man” I ask no one particular.

“He’s a great generous spender, no one knows where he’s from, He just came out of nowhere and in 2 weeks he’s gained lots of followers. He now has 150,000 followers on his instagram account.”

“How are we getting this bitch” I let out.

“Cubana, he’s always there. We’re going tonight” he says.

I close my laptop and head in,side to dress up. A simple orange short off shoulder gown stopping in my mid thighs. I come back with two guns and the magazines. I drop them on the table. Ramsey looks at me and gulp. I chuckle

“We don’t need guns, we’re just going undercover to investigate.” Ramsey tells me.

I roll my eyes, “Like I don’t know, you have to be prepared for anything.” I say and load the gun with the magazine as I c*ck it. I strap it on my thighs, I go to my dining and take a switch blade and strap it to my other th-gh.

“You’re ready?” I ask Ramsey as I turn to face him. He swiftly takes his eyes away from me, dude’s been staring at me. I smirk.

He takes the gun on the table and load it as he puts it in his inner jacket pockets.

“You look hot.. ” he says on our way outside.

“I know” I reply him with a chuckle and a smirk. I check my time and it’s 8: 57pm.

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JAMES

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10:00pm
I sit on the passenger’s seat in my Ferrari as I light my cigar and smoke. Greg opens the driver’s seat and seats down.

“Where to..” he asks starting the car engine.

“You should know… Cubana” I reply with my stick in my mouth as I use my seatbelt.

“Do you really need a seatbelt?” Greg laughs opening the roof.

“You’re a crazy driver… ” I reply him and he chuckles. I open the car safe and take out my white mask and put it on.

“Off we go.. ” Greg says and speed off. I tune the radio as Dremo’s mirror pops up.

“Mirror on the wall, mirror on the wall
promise to get up anytime a nigga fall
Badman gats sharp no be me dem go dull
Baba God check your phone you go see miss call. ” I rap the lyrics alongside the song.

“I see the buildings collapsing, rip to the victims wey dey the accident” Greg shouts the lyrics and I chuckle.

“Better don’t get us killed with the way you’re shouting and speeding.” I tell him.

“There’s one joy in that, we can’t die” he replies me stating the obvious.

“Yeah yeah.. ” I mutter smoking from my stick.
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Greg pulls up in front of this club, Cubana. The light makes the name on the club shine well.

“I had my PVC but no need voting cos I already know who was winning” he yells that part of the ‘Dremo’s mirror’ lyrics and switch off the radio and close the car roof.

“It’s only in Nigeria the president is older than the country.” I rap, a part of the lyrics as I loose my seatbelt and step out of the car.

“You know Dremo’s really right..” he says getting out too as we walk into the club.

“Every line of that song is f-cking right.. ” I tell him as we enter.

And we walk in majestically like the boss we are, people throwing glances at us, girls eyeing us, but no time. We keep walking heading to the VIP section. My forehead crease and my hands vibrate when we walk pass the bartender counter. This is not a good thing.

“He’s here” I hear a female voice in my head. Is someone tracking me?

I stop on track, my eyes come in contact with a lady sitting on a stool in front of the counter about to take a shot as we stare at each other. She’s wearing a simple short orange off shoulder gown, stopping in her mid thighs. I access her with my inner eyes and I find out she’s with a ear bud, a gun strapped to her h¡ps and a switchblade. I trace the signal of the ear bud and I see her partner sited on a chair.

“What’s happening boss.. ” Greg asks me.

I smirk, “Greg, get that girl a drink from me” I say and walk to the VIP section

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