Hovering over the Ilupeju militarized estate, the new home for the nation's nuclear reactors, Mohammed awaited his pass.
The several acres of land that used to be an industrial estate occupied by private industries and government offices had now been fully retaken by the Federal Government, and used to create the continent's most sophisticated nuclear power factory and research institute, controlled directly by army hierarchy, reporting directly to the president.
A car's head lamp flashed from a far distance with sirens escorting. That was his pass. He took position.
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The air around Bonny camp was tensed. The Federal Government promoted Bonny camp to Department of War level and ordered its command report directly to him. The security was tight. The security was first class, because in this place was the brain behind the entire White Winter project, code name for the nation's nuclear program.
Before the priority entrance that fed to the facility was about ten acres of vast land with nothing but flood lamps that monitored the vast emptiness. There was six gates with different security stand. They checked for credentials and ensured there was no beach, no matter the sophistication.
This ensured the safety of the facility, the chain of command and its line of succession.
There always had to be somebody on the ground to provide expert counsel to the president in times of war, and provide the president with the last four digit of nuclear war head activation code, should a nuclear war be inevitable
"Identify yourself," a husky voice started as he approached a gentleman in hood. Behind the commander was special forces soldiers with HK MP7 drawn and trained on him.
The one who buried in the hood said nothing, instead, he remained his head bowed, and tucked both hands in the long fur coats. There was no flesh from him visible to the bright flood lamp that shone from above.
"I am going to say this for the last time," the commander started, pulling out a pistol and communicating with backup to spread out.
"Identify yourself."
As he spoke he listened to what the central command warned over the wire. They were monitoring the situation from central station, and were interested in every outcome of altercation. A drone deployed in the air above them.
The one in the hood laughed, raised his head as he revealed his glowing eyes.
"I am Mohammed. From this instance you will do as I say."
They that stood before him responded with swift allegiance, standing at attention and saluting with one accord.
Central security monitor
The central security centre that had cameras trained on every portion of the facility still kept attentive watch on the ground where a confrontation was happening. There was a man covered in black covering, who hadn’t said anything since the confrontation.
The drone hovered at several feet from the ground, transmitting live events.
As broadcasted, the one who stood in the hood had advanced against government troops and in swift response, the backup opened fire, deploying several rounds of ammunition till the unit command halted attacks with raised fist.
The commander signalled two soldiers to confirm his death. They returned in the affirmative. The Security control watched paramedics come to the scene, wrap the body and take it to the morgue for autopsy. The security command communicated with the commander on the ground and hearing that the threat had withered lowered the threat level and withdrew the drone.
First gate
Watching the drone retreat, Mohammed smirked. He had projected false film to its lens and convinced authorities he was no more.
The unit still stood to his command. He loosed the overflow robe he had been buried in, displayed military uniform. The rank on his shoulders read Lieutenant General and soldiers standing at close parameters, stood at attention, saluting Mohammed.
He proceeded on foot into the facility. He had packed up armed aides and special unit soldiers along the way. All provided security and human shield even as he proceeded into administrative office.
He stopped at the office of the General Officer Commanding, the commander in chief of the base. A stretch of armed protection stayed behind. He entered, shutting the door behind him.
Upon seeing Mohammed he stood to his feet, curtseying with a salute. He hadn’t expected the chief of army staff to betray formal protocol of communicating in advance an official visit.
Mohammed sat with eyes trained on the GOC.
The GOC kept his eyes fixed on his superior, slowly falling under the weight of the hypnotise that crowded him. He stayed glued, watching the Lieutenant General as though instructions for the next day buffered from this General’s eyes.
"Very well sir," the GOC finally spoke, shrugging as though he had witnessed nothing.
"This will be top security and I will ensure its kept secret. I understand this is a matter of national security, thus we must advance in the most stealth manner possible."
Mohammed stood to the salute of the GOC. He left. His plan had jad been set into motion. He was retreating to wait for the final manifestation.
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The convoy rode to the Ilupeju militarize facility. There were several level of compartment and military trucks ready to transport from this facility a priced jewel, for deploy in an enemy front. This command came directly from the president and commander in chief of the armed forces, through the Chief of Army staff.
The convoy came to the entrance of the facility, and without checking clearance or ascertaining identities, the gates opened to the convoy and several armoured vehicles made way into the facility. The gates closed. Mohammed smiled.
He stood, watching top military generals recite security codes and sign several security clearances for the release of one of the nation’s deadliest nuclear weapon. It took several minutes but it eventually was released to the hands of nuclear engineers and scientists following orders. They were going to install this at the grounds of Tafawa Balewa Square, at a marked place at the centre of the open field.
The convoy started out of the facility. Mohammed watched and alerted his celestial army. They moved in the air alongside to the Tafawa Balewa Square.
Arriving Tafawa Balewa Square, Mohammed stayed back, watching soldiers open the gates of the stadium-like facility to the emergence of trucks and mechanical drills. The Nigerian army core of engineers had come to install a nuclear weapon in the ground, provide a space for the detonation and also cover it up with heavy concrete making it undetectable, even by the most sophisticated detectors.
Mohammed projected from above and by the strength of the Christ that submerged into his essence; he hid everything that happened from plain sight. Other army units suspected nothing, they that handed over heavy equipment at Bonny camp neither suspected or communicated the present happening to anyone outside the unit. Local workers on the ground and around the area suspected nothing, rather closing earlier than expected, the Nigerian army met an empty field. The busstops that stood before and adjacent to the TBS had closed and be moved by means of spiritual influence of Mohammed and the Christ. This was a clear go that everything here would die here in the moment of the killing of Christian faithful.
“My Lord,” Mohammed started, hovering over the heavens. He spoke to the Christ.
“The bomb is installed in the earth, under the grounds of Tafawa Balewa Square. If there can’t be a radiation from the ground, making it impossible to detect, it also will be impossible for one to detonate the bomb from distant location.”
“Yes it will be impossible,” the Christ returned.
“How then will the bomb be detonated?” Mohammed asked.
“Simple,” the Christ started. And continuing, he said, “you will be in the ground. You will activate and warm up the nuclear weapon. You will detonate the bomb.”
Shocked, Mohammed asked, “but I’ll die.”
The Christ laughed. Mohammed stayed watching.
“You shall not die,” the Christ started, and continuing, he said, “but the moment you detonate the weapon and the entire land mass of Lagos Island be destroyed by the wrath of the nuclear weapon, you shall be taken away from the destruction, translated by the glory of our God and placed in a safe place where you will be the pope of the new faith.”
While he yet spoke Mohammed saw the heavens open and the overwhelming voice of a celestial choir sing from the heavens in beautiful rendition the Handel’s Messiah. The winds and the waves juddered in reverences and the grounds beneath him oscillated in worship of the Lord and reverence for Mohammed.
Looking down he saw a mighty steel door lock the deep bunker beneath the earth. After eighteen hours of relentless engineering efforts, the bunker and nuclear control was set. The automated locks were activated, with the pins transmitted to Mohammed in the heavens.
This was two weeks before The Experience concert. Mohammed had nothing more to do than to wait, seated in the bunker with heavy machineries buried some meters beneath him. All sorts of control littered before him. The time was approaching. He had nothing else to do but to wait, buried.
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