The five Spanish guests walked into the hotel building, each with a box that contained their apparels. They were friends and were in a gist on the way. They approached the Manager who was already wearing a grin, eager to welcome them.
     The Manager embraced each of them very warmly. "I feel so honour to be in your presence", he made them feel flattered.
     "Feel honoured? You're sick man! We're your friends", the first by his right laughed at him.
     "We couldn't make it last year for the sixteenth anniversary so we're here for the seventeenth", said the third with a smirk.
     "Oh! Is it only me that's starving?", the fifth asked rhetorically.
     "Yes! We're all starving. You got some Spanish meals?", the first rubbed his hand against his stomach to signify hunger.
     "Of course I got Spanish meals", he gave out a nervous smile. He hoped Careen and Wisdom were done cooking.
     "Let's freshen up first right?", the second gave a suggestion.
     "Yes! Yes! Let me take you all yo your apartment so you could freshen up", he stretched out his hand, pointing to the elevation. They agreed with him and were about going when he saw the chargé d'affaires to Botswana coming in. He was with two bouncers.
     "Uhmmm", he delayed, "I need to attend to another important guest", he kept his hand on his PA's shoulder, "He's the one who will lead you to your rooms", he excused himself with nicety. His Spanish friends did not mind and were led away by the PA to their rooms.
     There came the official, he shook hands with the Manager. "How are you doing my friend?", he asked.
     "I'm doing just great", his friend replied. He glimpsed at the official's two boxes and asked him a question using signals. The official reacted with an immediate raise of the eyebrow, while he nodded his head.
     "Where's my apartment?", asked the chargé d'affaires with a cunning smile.
     "Follow my lead", he gestured for them to go forward.
     "You said I should follow your lead", the official spoke with a straight face.
     "Oh!", he reacted in remembrance, "Follow me", he began walking and the official followed him, with his two bouncers dragging his boxes along.
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     "Oh come on!", Sarah yelled out of frustration, "Someone's always intervening with what I'm doing" she said, feeling annoyed. She was still trying to hack into the hotel's security system.
     "If we can be able to make that person get distracted, we won't find it that difficult anymore", Nicholas scratched his head to think.
     "Careen! Can you guys please distract the one behind this security system shit", Sarah sounded desperate.
     "I don't know where the room is, besides we're cooking now", she replied, having a taste of her food on fire.
     Meanwhile, in the security control room, the operator in charge was becoming more and more baffled by the consistent invasion into the security system by an outsider.
     "Someone keeps on trying to invade into our security system", he said. He had a thought for a while on what to do and decided to make a call.
    He brought out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the Manager's number. It dialed for a while before the Manager picked it up. "Sir", he began.
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     Careen just finished serving the meals meant for the Spanish guests and the chargé d'affaires in plates. They were six waitress already in the kitchen to take the meals away and serve them to the guests in their respective apartments.
     The ones who picked up the meals of the Spanish guests were allowed to go but Careen and Wisdom prevented the last waiter from taking away the meal of the chargé d'affaires.
     "Uhmmm...What are you trying to do?", asked Wisdom who stood on the waiter's way. Wisdom was exposing his teeth weirdly in the name of smiling, acting ignorantly in what the waiter was about to do.
     "I want to go serve the chargé d'affaires", he replied with a confused look.
     "Are you really sure you want to do that?", Careen walked up to him and wanted to place her hand on his shoulder but he stopped her.
     "I'm allergic to girls touching me", the waiter said vaguely and she quickly withdrew her hand. "What do you mean by me being sure of serving the chargé d'affaires?", he asked both of them.
     "You see mate", Wisdom crossed his hand across his shoulders, "We understand you've been working here since morning and that's why we'd love you to rest", he behaved dramatically.
     The waiter checked for the time on his wrist watch. "It's not even up to 10 minutes since I came to this hotel and my shift began 4 minutes ago", he replied vaguely with a straight face. Be was really becoming adamant.
     Careen groaned with frustration and asked him;"What do you love most? Like your favorite snack?"
     "I love pizza a lot" the waiter answered with enthusiasm.
     Careen brought out some cash from her trouser pocket and gave it to him. "Now go get yourself pizza. Don't worry...the Manager won't know about this", she winked at him, "Just tell us his room number", she begged.
     "Room No. 305", he replied and walked out immediately.
     "The fool's gone finally", Wisdom sighed of relief.
     "I kinda prefer his foolishness to yours", Careen giggled and went to pick up the tray containing the meal. Wisdom only looked at her with an exaggerated frown.
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     Careen and Wisdom got into the lift. "Room 305 should be at the seventh floor", said Careen, inputting 7 into the lift. There was total silence throughout in the lift.
     Careen was with the tray that had the meal. It was the famous meal of Garri and soup...melon soup to be precise, both covered in dishes with transparent lids. She also carried along a basin of water and a glass cup laid beside it on the tray. And what was Wisdom holding? A bottle of water.
     The lift opened at the seventh floor. The first thing they saw was an ageing man playing with toy shapes on the floor. He tried placing a circle above a standing triangle. The circle would always fall of at every attempt which made him become moody more and more at every failure. Both Careen and Wisdom were completely fazed by it.
     Careen saw designed on the wall, "Room 259- 301" and became relieved. "Thank God!", she exclaimed and set the lift to stop at the next floor.
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     The Manager was in the chargé d'affaires apartment with him. Even the security system operator was there...he revealed to the Manager what was going on with the security system.
     "Someone's trying to hack into our security system? What do they think it's happening here?", he asked in wonder.
     "Well...I've shutdown everything. When I go back there I'll see what I can do", assured the operator.
     The official was not paying attention...what they were discussing about did not bother him. His heart and soul were on the packs of cocaine he had in his box...he had a full box of cocaine. He was sitting in his bed close to the edge while the Manager sat close to him on a wooden chair at his bedside. Only the security operator was standing.
     "This is a lot of money!", he gave out an evil giggle. Almost immediately, a knock at the door was heard. "Who's that?", he whispered. The Manager signalled to his worker to go open the door. The chargé d'affaires hurriedly zipped up his box.
     The security operator opened the door and Careen, alongside Wisdom walked in. "When did these start working here?", he referred to them rudely.
     "Idiot!", Careen said loudly in her mind though.
     "They're the newly hired chefs for my Spanish guests", the Manager replied with a caution.
     "What brings the both of you here?", asked the official.
     "We came to serve you your meal Sir", Wisdom replied coolheadedly.
     "Drop it there", he pointed at his bedside table. While they were keeping it on table, he realized Wisdom was just with a bottle of water. "Why did you follow her here young man?", he asked Wisdom, wearing this look that explained suspicion.
     Wisdom did not like the tone used, it made him uncomfortable and this made him stutter. "I came here with this bottle of water", he showed it to the official. Careen let him talk for himself while she surreptitiously looked round the room to find out a possible hiding place for the illicit drugs.
     "There's a space on the tray, you would have kept it there", the official argued.
     "We're siblings Sir! We're always together, I'm sorry", he apologized. At that moment he was a cat on hot bricks.
     Careen's eyes fell suddenly on the big box on the bed. There was this fervent feeling inside of her that made her suspect the drugs were in there. "It's the box on the bed, probably he was checking them out, then zipped it up when he heard our knock on the door", she thought.
     "Please we're busy right now so can you leave?", the chargé d'affaires asked them.
     "Okay Sir", Careen replied and took the lead. Wisdom followed her and they left, Wisdom slowly closing the door.
     "Guys! We saw the Manager in the official's room with him...the chargé d'affaires", Careen informed her colleagues in the computer lab as they approached the lift.
     "It means they do have a connection and probably the drug trafficking accusation against them isn't false", Nicholas inferred.
     "I haven't still been able to hack into the system", Sarah gave out a niggle. Careen and Wisdom got into the lift and Careen set it go down to third floor.
     "I don't know what to do about that one", replied Careen.
     "Just think of a way to distract the persons in the control room", Sarah replied.
     "I don't know where the room is but once I do, I'll give you what you want", she promised.
     "Once you find the room tell us and put on your glasses. Okay?", Sarah replied in a happy tone.
     "Roger!", both of them replied.
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If you ask me, I'll say the whole mission is going smoothly...hopefully, it will continue to be...
Question for the chapter: Anything to say about the Secret Agents?