'A Bullet in Lasgidi' by Rooky Kamiz

"Oh My God! For the millionth time I have repeated my wrongs; falling short of my morals and dignity. Now I am nothing but a sinner, an unforgiving repentant, a heathen some may say or perhaps a budding flower of an evil seed!"

"Who shall I seek! , who would dare listen to me?" , my mind fluttered around like the cold breeze circulating the urban city of Lagos. I stood firm on the edges of an uncompleted Skyscraper on the island brandishing a Cheytac Intervention sniper and some flash grenades along with my Military Styled Backpack.

"Pandemonium seems to be my only escape", I thought peering at the fast approaching crowd forming a few radius away from the fallen target who is now facing flat in front of a luxury 5-star hotel with a thick flow of Blood damaging the polished China white tiles. The guards had rushed towards the dead fat Alhaji on his fall as they were quite puzzled on his sudden crash while a minute ago he just tipped them.

"Alhaji, Alhaji, anything for the boys", a guard saluted with a thick Warri Accent rubbing his hands repeatedly like he was cold. Smiling quite calmly Alhaji Danko reached into his pocket and threw some notes of #1000 naira. Scrambling for their share they couldn't see to thank him enough and before he could take five more steps - The Fall.

Panic had begun to spread as both locals and hotel staffs still seem quite confused at the dead Alhaji, the cause of the death had been identified by a guard as a bullet shot to his forehead. Smartphones began to twitch below ranging from calls to the Lagos emergency health Care and the Lagos City Police Department (LCPD) to Journalists, bloggers and onlookers trying to take pictures and gather information on the incident, as you can see Nigeria had come a long way indeed and it was just the year 2020.

Ping! Sounded my cell phone as I saw the incoming call from my uber driver I requested some minutes ago, "it's time" I squeezed my palms, I had a flair for being dramatic so I didn't want to just leave without a showdown. I dived down from the skyscraper falling at an alarming rate still holding my flash grenades, my Cheytac had been carefully arranged in my nanotech bag back. Some few metres to the hard floor and I pushed a side button on my bag and it began to hover, by this time I had succeeded in gaining attention "time for the big show" I thought as I threw the grenades to the four cardinal points of where I flew. I was on earpieces, so watching the world around me go deaf and wallow in more confusion intrigued me as the music gave the scene more emphasis, I was playing some "Snarky Puppy" by the way.

"Ewo!", "Chineke!", "Jesu!",  all sorts of Cries and pleas rented the air as I flew down to ground level unnoticed, hitting another button. My nano pack had sucked in my combat armour and I am now adorned in a bright floral attire, I crawled towards the Uber Taxi like everyone else struggling and crying I touched the completely stunned frozen driver. "Are you...?" "Yes Na me, abeg make we dey comot for here." I insisted in pidgin English, cutting him and acting in a shocked and scared manner. We quickly jumped into the cab and sped off as fast as the road could permit us, by that time helicopters whirling and sirens wail rushed towards the island, in a couple of minutes we were on the 3rd Mainland bridge towards yaba

"Mission Accomplished", I sent on my smartphone to an already anxious client.

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