Chapter 11

Transcorp Hilton Hotels, Abuja

The Messenger took off his coat and threw it on the massive bed. He picked up the suitcase computer and placed it on a desk and then he sat down and lit up a cigarette.

After a few puffs, he walks over to the fridge and pours himself a drink from a whiskey bottle.

He pulls out an untraceable Silent Circle Blackphone 2 and inserts a new nano-sim card in it and dials a UK number that belongs to his daughter.

"Hello," he said in a hoarse baritone.

"Hello, dad is that you?"

"Yes, it's me baby doll."

"Dad I told you to stop calling me that, I'm in college now."

"You may not be so little anymore but you will always be my baby doll."

"Maybe if you were always around it wouldn't sound so weird, you promised to call like two days ago."

"I know and I'm sorry. My platoon was under attack by some rebels in Afghanistan."

"Oh my God, are you okay dad?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. How is school? I hope you are catching up?"