The soldier felt uneasy at the sight of Kruger and his men but he could not put a finger on what it was that made him feel that way. Nobody else seemed to be taking notice of the three men. The six police officers who were about to storm the beach to arrest those plotting to assassinate the Vice-President had just taken out their guns. Seconds before the shooting started, Lt. Clottey caught a glimpse of the pistol under the shirt of Sphinx. Instinctively, he crouched, going down on his knees as if he was looking for something on the floor behind the counter where he had been standing with the Sergeant. A couple of seconds later, Kruger and his men opened fire.
The Sergeant took two bullets in the chest, screamed and fell down. Lt. Clottey quickly rolled over so that the sergeant’s body fell on him as it slumped to the ground. The soldier heard sounds of anguish and knew it was coming from the men being shot. With his level of experience, it did not take him more than five seconds to realize that the guns the men were using had silencers screwed to them thus, there were no sounds of gunshots that would draw the attention of anybody nearby to the place.
He heard more screams and people falling over. After about ten seconds, all went quiet.
“Did we get everybody?” a husky voice asked.
“Yes. We got everybody including the Nii Kotey guy. Here he is, dead,” came a reply.
“Good. Now, since we do not want witnesses to live and tell what has happened, break the padlocks of the cells and kill everybody in there. Any of them may have seen us,” Kruger ordered. Seconds later, Lt. Clottey, soaked with the blood of the Sergeant under whom he had taken refuge, heard a shot. He guessed rightly that the padlock of the cell shot open. Then a door opened. Soon, he heard the screams of persons; the inmates of the cell were being shot. He kept quiet, praying that his breath would not give him away.
After a while, he heard no more screams. They killed everybody. There was total silence. Lt. Clottey could smell blood. He felt like throwing up but he knew any sound from him would be his end.
“They are all dead” he heard a voice say.
“Make sure everybody is dead. Check! Be quick,” husky voice of Lt. Clottey believed belonged to the leader of the gang.
There was a search. He felt the body of the Sergeant being pulled away from him. He stopped breathing, playing dead while praying quietly it would not be discovered he was alive. Sphinx was the one who pulled the Sergeant’s body away. Then he pushed Lt. Clottey’s body too with his leg, checking if he was alive. The amount of blood the military man was drenched in convinced him he was dead.
“Everybody is dead,” he said.
“Okay. Open the station’s charge book. I am sure that the statement from the Nii guy is there. Carefully tear that one out,” Kruger ordered. Seconds later, Tiger told Kruger he has found the page and tore it out. He tucked the paper into his pocket.
“Okay. Let us go. Nobody should run. Just walk briskly,” Kruger said. The trio hid their guns inside their jackets and walked confidently out of the police station.
Sphinx was sweating. He hated blood. The sight of it always made him feel weak. He told himself he would not have been part of the plot to assassinate the Vice-President if it was going to be this bloody.
When they reached their respective cars, they got into it and drove away in different directions, having decided to stop for the day and to meet at the Rhythm Golf Club later in the afternoon.

Lt. Clottey lay quietly among the dead and in a pool of blood. Presently, he opened his eyes slowly, saw nobody around and then reaching for his gun, slowly got up.
There was blood everywhere. The sight of the bodies of men he had seen just a few minutes ago full of life now lying dead in pools of blood rattled him in spite of the fact that he had witnessed men being shot dead while serving with Ghana’s UN Peacekeeping force in Darfur, Sudan. What he had just witnessed was the cold-blooded murder of husbands, fathers, sons, uncles and breadwinners of families.
He looked into the cell; it was a mess. Bodies lay on each other soaked in blood. The man he brought in for attempting to rape a woman lay dead in the far corner. Lt. Clottey felt responsible for his death.
He stepped over a body. In front of the counter, he saw the informant, Nii Kotey, on the floor, dead. Bodies were scattered everywhere. He decided it would be dangerous to spend a second more at the police station. Quickly, he made his way out of the Charge Office, thankful for the fresh air that greeted him outside. He then ran to his car which he had parked beside the police station, got in, got the engine running and then drove away.
There was blood all over his uniform but that was not his concern at that moment. His concern was to make sure nobody was tailing him, especially Kruger and his gang.
Every now and then, he checked his rear view mirrors to see if he was being followed. Because it was still the very early hours of the morning and hence dark, not many vehicles were on the road. This made it easier for him to tell whether he was being followed or not.
For a while, there was no indication he was being followed. However, a few minutes after he drove past the Ako Adjei interchange, heading towards the 37 Military hospital; he spotted in his rear view mirror a car gaining on him from behind.