The Assassin Diaries: Aboard Aeroflot

Present Day,

Killing the ambassador of Kiambu was a walk in the park. Man’s happiest moment is his weakest moment, and his death time.

My total kills are off the rocker. I stopped feeling bad about it when I knew that there was nothing I could do to about it. In the underworld rumour has it that I am one of the most lethal female assassins in the world today. Well, I don’t know about that unless I am given empirical evidence of that.

Three hours into our flight back to Kenya and I did not know what to expect next. It was always assignment after assignment. There was always another assignment. I wondered who I was going to kill next.

Tatyana turned on her personal TV screen and plugged in headphones. She was just being her. She liked being alone. I wanted to sleep, what I had not done the night before because I was busy pleasuring the man I was going to kill. Sleep wouldn’t come though. Instead, the memories came again.

 

3 Years Ago,

I could feel myself being pulled away, as though by a winch. Death was tearing me apart. Pain tore through my body like a thousand pins, the weight of the debris of the hospital crunching each and every bone. I wondered whether the others felt the same.

When I woke up I was on a bed in a dimly lit room with a bank of vaults I at first thought I was in a bank. Then the last person I had talked to before the fire hovered above me. I could make an array of hypodermics on a table a few metres from the bed.

Seemingly doing what doctors swear in the Hippocratic Oath to do, there was something about him, about his manner, that told me that he knew what had happened in the fire and why. But I couldn’t ask. It felt as though a bale of cotton was stuffed in my mouth.

Dr Kong gave me a swab of methylated spirit on my arm and inserted the hypodermic into my upper arm. He then emptied the contents of the syringe into me. I was dreaming, right? Well, that’s what I felt, what it felt like, more of a lucid dream than being conscious in a haze of delirium.

At that moment I remembered Sindi, my best friend and a pretty creative smuggler of opium into the walls of the heavily guarded sanatorium, shouting that the doors were locked. There was no way we would have survived that fire. There was no way I would have. What the hell is happening?

“Sally, you are okay. I’m just running a few tests on you…”

“I thought you are a shrink…”

Under ordinary circumstances Dr Kong would have said I was hallucinating, seeing things, but these were no ordinary circumstances, and he didn’t. It was obvious that Dr Kong was a man with many hats and one of those hats was a medical doctor. However, I wasn’t finished.

“You said I could go?” I asked him.

“Yes, I said that, but I did not say you will go.”

“What…? You…”

“We have to take care of you. We have given you drugs to make you forget what happened to you. The drugs that you have been taking secretly would affect you adversely especially after what has happened. You can’t go now…”

“But….”

“No buts….”

“How did I get out of there?”

 

Present Day,

Somebody stirred in the darkened first class cabin. It was Tatyana. She was asleep, like a baby. As much as I tried to get some sleep, the memories still twisted. I let them do that in my mind until I heard the roar of the landing gears at JKIA.