Excess Cold

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it's almost dark when they swooped on them like hawks on the helpless wayward chickens that December month in 2015. They had been monitoring them for three months and decided that a snowy day to raid their quarry would be their best chance to success.

Samkate, the new nation that their leaders believed assuming bad-boys identity will do a far better job of creating breathing space than kowtowing to any other. Their spy master is a hawkish fellow some refer to as mighty with almighty brain. "All rounder" they call him at times to his hearing. "I am not sure those guys are the educated kind to the degree we want?" One of his staff volunteered. They were in the confluence room around the table, putting in the final touches to their plan and the spy master doesn't like that point being raised on the final day before the execution but his experience on issues of this nature made him to control himself but many that knew him old enough knew the sign to look out for when around him and what each signified. They didn't miss that self-control effort from him and what it stood for. "My contacts on the ground isn't any how creatures. They know what they are doing" he said dryly.

Others in the room with him nodded along, some entertaining the same doubt but knew better than opening their mouths and sounding fearful to the man. Nah!, it's not an image they want to leave in the man's mind. Above all, they have extra faith in the ability of the man. "His records speak for him" was mantle-like many rest their cases on each time he wants his way by all means and he's yet to prove otherwise. His demeanor showed it's one of those times.

Samkate leaders knew who's who in that region and one of those "who is who" is a group they rated as being against what they are ogling and dreaming to be. The Manswoda aren't people anyone treats anyhow and that image is what the leaders of Samkate wanted to start from day-one to project such image to the world. Since manswodas don't rate them important enough to be in their nation even before independence they decided that kidnapping their citizens is the only option available to them if they wants to learn their language, sending people to their land is tantamount to committing suicide. They will be reoriented within months and their spy master has spent months racking their brain on how best to go about that.

Some fishing in the cold weather had been marvelling some people but the Manskate spy master knew far better why some fishes that late in terribly weathers and at times late in the night. Even heaven and gods of karma won't be recording this move on the red side for me and Samkate, the spy master muttered to himself as they rose from putting final touches to the day's national operation.

He smiles to himself on the reasons his companions have double minds on the quality of the humans they were about to import into their nation. "If they know that two of the seven educated men and women they wanted to kidnap isn't actually poor fisher men but lecturers and others graduates passing out as fisher men and women while running their drug business, maybe they will start realizing why any human will be fishing in a terribly weather like that when almost all the nation and security apparatus are all cowering inside with heaters in full blast, they won't be doubting him any more" he said as he smirked to himself and shake his head on what some will subject themselves to for money.

He sat at his office table swinging his chair gently left to right while keeping eyes on the clock and ears to the phone on the call expected to come from those being prepared for the operation. Getting acclimatized to the harsh weather had been a three month test they have subjected six of their best men to and it's turning out well as expected. Yet he knows that the success of the operation depends on them so he had been worrying more about them fucking the operation up than quality of their quarry.

Manswoda security outfits aren't group to fuck around with, he knows that from experience and the world attested to that already few decades earlier. When they fall out of whack brain-wise, sorry is your second name when you are their primary concern. That's another aspect of this operation that is causing the man sleepless nights.

"How will they react?" He asked aloud without knowing it. " What will their reaction be and if they decide that it's a massive national embrassement , how will they remedy it?" He's sure they don't stand a chance when the push gets to shove.

He had contemplated trump up charges but how can you trump up any charge on the entity that doesn't exist? Not that it's a new method in their world, that isn't the hard part, the real work isn't concocting bullshit to nail a man at your mercy but the man being physically present to be fixed. Any man can cook a trout, the real work is in hooking the damn thing. Manswoda considered their nation backwater. Swage like places even, since they don't come to you, you need to go to them.

The night is approaching while he is still sitting in his office stuffing himself on coffee and buns. He's surprised that he lost his appetite for the first time in months and he has no qualms about the cause. It's a sign of anxiety he's passing through. "Who won't?" was solace he rested this phenomenon on. "Considering those we were plotting to encroach in their territory, I forgive myself for these anxious moments" he said aloud to know one. He focused on the coffee flask and two buns still in the plate before him, he went for them again knowing that the months have finally willowed to minutes now. "Time for action" he spurted out to the walls.

The weather seems to be getting chiller every passing minute as he steps out to the corridors of his officer heading to the copter that will take him to the marine base for final pep talk on all abode the submarine that will swoop on the fishers fishing hard currencies not trout. He to his surprise noticed that he was smirking genuinely for the first time on this issue.

"The fishers will be fished within minutes today" he muttered as he realized that whatever they have hauled in their businesses will be used by a man that doesn't even know the source and effort thrown into what he's enjoying. Life is that way.

As usual, the supposed fishermen with every part covered including faces leaving only the eyes were in their normal places and manners not even acknowledging themselves even with a wave of hand but each knowing what the other is up to as their contacts appears from nowhere like hawks covered like those they are waiting for, dropping whatever they came with silently on their contact and silently making a retreat once again.

The security forces chased inside by the piercing cold, even their technology malfunctioning a bit by the cold don't care much what the activities going on at the center of the sea were. That was the setting this December day as snow was falling in their numbers, water almost getting frozen and some were still casting their net and hooks running after fishes they don't actually need as another monster half rose from the bell of the sea and dark clad men numbering about six on three different silent boats emerged from thin air and rounded those fisher men and disappearing as fast as they came into the bell of the monster with their brand of fish they captured. Over all, they gathered thirteen men and three women, allowing those not near their sphere of influence they are sure saw them to report what they saw. It's risky running after them as they retreat and more dangerous releasing guns to down them. That will alert some security personnel at the control room they know aren't even focusing on the monitor.

Those sixteen will do with teaching their people Manswoda languages, nothing helps in decoding and deciphering codes like knowing when one is speaking in parables or in idioms. "Fuck up" can mean one million things depending on the tone and manner it's pronounced. Only amateurs that don't know the power of language in the security sector and one being a force to reckon with.

Not Samkate spy chief, he knows they have not started if they don't master the lingo of those that are up there in the world. His nation wanted to be counted, they needed the people they kidnapped. "That is where we are going to start and others will follow as years go by" the spy chief said as he ambled down towards his copter.