The summon

Every storm that escalates to a tsunami starts with small bubbles of waves growing to strong destructive torrents.

A wise man also once sat down and figured where there's smoke, fire is inevitable. Leaving us thinking if fire could start itself.

Madam Grace, sat dozing off. She stood up and started pacing around the guest room nervously, ignoring the constant stares from those present.

The guest room was expensively furnished unlike most public offices in the city. Fresh flowers and recent paint were the only decoration though.

A framed picture of the president and the chief justice in his working attire were boldly in display on the wall.

She, followed the secretary to a huge office, her summorn coming an hour later since stepping into the confines of justice offices.

She sat in the huge leather chair, fidgeting slightly while she waited for the gentleman infront of her to shift his attention to her.

Seated in a huge gold coated leather coach, his steel plated name in capitals on the table and a family picture, was the young Daniels Ayub.

Daniels Ayub, was a thirty five year old, graduate of law from the prestigious Yaweh University.

He had started off as an advocate, scaling up the heights through the system and was now a respected public prosecutor.

He had beaten veterians and more decorated lawyers to the position, becoming the youngest member to ever hold the position.

It had been three days since James murder. An inhuman, blunt shot, brains spattering way to take the life of an Agent.

No arrest had been made and Madam Grace was restless for having been retrieved before she had avenged her partner's death.

Just like the thrill guns and combat had brought him, by the bullet he had died. They even had the guts to dispose off his body in the streets like some stray dog.

"What do you plan to do", Daniel interrupted her thought.

Madam Grace, clenched her fists and banged on the table saying bitterly," They will pay for this, Everyone one of them morans"

This had been three years ago since she had left the force after endless frustrations as she tried avenge the death of her partner.

Today, she was in the same room, after a call that had left her wondering.

Madam Grace had been a highly decorated investigative officer with a resilience & guts of steel. She had helped clean the dock side of the city off numerous drug cartels amid her undercover operations. Her mates had nicknamed her 'iron lady'.

She sat and quietly waited for the prosecutor wondering what was going on.

Daniels Ayub, looked a little older than he had seemed to be and had added a little more weight. He respectfully greeted her before settling in his desk and retrieved a letter which he handed to her.

The logo on the letter and inscription were too clear for, hands trembling, she opened the letter and slowly read the details to herself. She knew there was no turning down and the right thing had to be done. She was needed.

******

Madam Grace had been divorced for over four years now and her husband had scopped some young teenager and moved on.

She had sank into work, preferring the therapy of occupying herself with something different.

She had not completely healed but this had helped her push things back and forget about leisure, pleasure and anything associated with such.

Her routine had however been distrupted as she slowly drove along the highway heading to her new place of work.

Here she would have a new start at life and things would be great, she thought then cursed as the engine coughed before going silent.

She tried the ignition once more unsuccessfully, before finally giving up on the effort. She stepped out of the car, opened the bonnet without the slightest clue on what to do and finally sat beside the car by the highway, lost.

She tried checking her contact list unsuccessfully since it was a new place and just as she sighed in frustration, a sleek Hillux cruiser pulled beside her vehicle.

*******

Madam Grace watched in fascination as he twisted the screws on the engine, his muscles twitching in the process.

The grasp of his huge arms on the spanner, making his veins protrude was sexual to her in ways she could not explain.

He did not seem to mind the dirt, fixing the engine in precision of someone who knew what he was doing. He instructed her to climb back into the vehicle, which she obeyed

She turned on the ignition, just as he instructed, the engine coughed and roared to life. He instructed her to turn off and repeat the turning on again, which she willingly did, closing her eyes and letting his voice swarm her. He damn sounded masculine.

She reached for her handbag, fished out a hundred dollar Bill, a little bit too much for the service offered but she did not mind such a handsome man keeping the change.

She extended her arm, mumbled her gratitude but to her suprise he rejected the cash saying ," I wouldn't mind helping a beautiful lady, in exchange for that i prefer knowing your name, am Edward."

Madam Grace reached for her job card, blushing slightly at someone so young and handsome calling her beautiful. It had been too long since someone made her blush.

Having gone through the rough patch of divorce for so long now. She had focused all her efforts to work, ignoring all feelings in anger and frustration at her failed marriage.

She handed Edward the card, slightly thrilled like an adolescent way too new to love, dramas and the latter.

She reversed from the side road where she had parked, checked the road and slowly drove off, staring back at him over the rear view mirror.

The next day she would be reporting to work, and she need a little more focus since being out of on the civilian world seemed to have softened her. She was the tough one, she decided with a fist thump on the steering wheel.