“I don’t want a convoy,
dad.”
The king of Wester
stared at his only daughter, Sheila in disbelief. The monarchical kingdom was
almost in a state of emergency due to some deadly works by a terrorist group.
“Sheila dear, I’m sure
you don’t need me to remind you that the kingdom is facing a serious threat to
the security of lives and properties at this time. I don’t need you to add to
the list of my worries. One of my men will escort you and your chauffeur.”
”Thanks dad.”
***********************
Sheila jogged out of
the palace unguarded for her normal weekend sprinting in a valley not too far
from the palace. She jogged faster as she moved farther from the palace.
Suddenly, a vehicle which was blaring a very high music, swerved to her side
and almost ran her off the sidewalk into a little ditch. The door of the
vehicle flew open and she was dragged in. She screamed but no one heard. It was
still very early. Sheila kept struggling even as she was being held down by two
men.
“Who are you?” she
questioned. The men laughed sarcastically and mimicked her. The man who seemed
the leader of the trio and also doubles as the driver picked up his phone and
called the palace. As the phone connected, he placed it on the dashboard and on
loudspeaker so everyone could hear.
At the palace, the King
was shouting at everyone in sight. He could not believe that his daughter had
left the palace without anyone noticing. Angry was an understatement for the
king’s state of mind. The palace phone rang and the palace secretary sprang up
to get the phone.
“The Wester palace,
please.” A voice spoke on the other side of the phone.
“I need to speak with
the King.” The man said.
“Leave a message please.
The king is very busy presently.”
“Fool!” the man uttered
under his breath. “Get me the king or I’ll make sure you’re personally
responsible for the death of Princess Sheila.”
The palace secretary
grabbed the phone and ran to the King. He told the king the call was from
someone who claimed he knows the where about of his daughter. The King spoke
into the phone as the King’s chief security office connected to the call on
another phone. They immediately placed a trace on the call. The man did not
bother to change his voice. He was a close aide to the King. The King’s face
widened in surprise as he recognized the voice on the other side. It was the
king’s nephew.
“Why did you kidnap
your own cousin?” he asked.
“I think it’s obvious,
I want to be the King after you and not Sheila as Queen.” He replied with
contempt in his voice. “If I kill her,” he continued “I’ll go away for some
time and come back when you’re dead and I’ll be king.”
It suddenly dawned on
Sheila that she had just been kidnapped by her uncle. The men holding her down
were grumbling that the call was too long. The King requested to speak with his
daughter all in a bid make the call longer so the security men could put a
trail on the vehicle. The King told his daughter to stay calm. He told her his
nephew was an amateur. A van was on its way to get her he said.
And the savior arrived…
The King’s nephew was
so dazed and almost lost control of the vehicle as the palace’s rescue van
pulled to a stop in front of their car. He slammed the brake of the vehicle as
the occupants were tossed forward. The rescue team got out of the vehicle and
shot into the air. The only gun in the kidnappers’ vehicle was lying at Sheila’s
feet. The King’s nephew reached for it and shot at the team only to discover
there was nothing in it. Armless and caught dead, they came out and
surrendered.
The King ran out of the
vehicle and hugged his twenty five year old like a five year old. His
insensitive daughter he thought. But what could a man do? A man’s got to
protect his only hope. He guided her into the vehicle as the kidnappers were
being handcuffed. Sheila told her dad how she unloaded the only gun in the
vehicle as the men were shouting at one another after the long call.
Sheila was safe. The
King muttered as he shed a few tears in the confines of his room.
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