Ibaka fought fiercely with the two individuals who suddenly stopped their car near him, trying to force him inside at gunpoint. He had spent his whole life in the civilized world of America, but the wilderness and the spirit of survival were deeply ingrained in him. He knew how to defend himself. He did not fall under the control of these trained thugs. Despite his slim build, he was tough and resilient. He fought off the attackers until he got hold of the revolver and, without hesitation, fired at the two men. One was hit, but the other had already fired twice at Ibaka with his revolver before he was hit, and the bullets struck Ibaka's chest.
These three successive gunshots forced the passersby on the street to flee, and someone called the police. However, before the police arrived, the two agents, severely wounded, managed to abduct Ibaka and escape in a car. That day, Ibaka's condition was the second shock for the CIA. They needed Ibaka alive for a few more hours to destroy all the evidence he might have had, which could end up in someone else's hands if he died, potentially leading to another Petrus Ibaka standing in their way.
The CIA's biggest challenge was now how to obtain Ibaka's signature, which they urgently needed to access the locker containing his original documents. Their strategy was to get those original documents and then eliminate Ibaka, but everything turned out the opposite. Both Plan A and Plan B had failed.
The CIA now had to resort to Plan C, but they were unaware that Ibaka had a Plan D, which they would never discover, as he had left a will with his girlfriend in Congo. The night Salar had left for Washington, Imama's gynecologist had called her the next day. Imama's appointment was scheduled for three days later. Her American doctor had asked her to come in that day for an emergency as she had to participate in a medical camp in Ghana for the next week.
Her secretary had informed Imama that she was rescheduling all her appointments and had told her to come in on that day. Without much consideration, Imama had agreed to go. She considered it a routine matter and did not see any fault in it. If Salar Sikandar was at the mercy of the CIA, Imama was of no significance.
As usual, she had taken Hedi, Jibreel, and Inaya to the hospital. It was one of the best hospitals in Kinshasa, as most foreign multinational companies and diplomats were treated there. At that time, Salar was on his flight, and Imama thought she would return home long before he reached Washington. However, she was not able to return home.
After performing an ultrasound, her doctor had expressed some concern, saying the baby's movements seemed abnormal. The doctor informed her that further tests and some injections were needed. She was immediately admitted to the hospital for a few hours, as the doctors wanted to monitor her. She was moved to a room, and the injections given to her were painkillers. For the CIA, the best way to ensure that Imama was out of touch with her family, including Salar, was to induce labor prematurely. Imama had brought Hedi, Jibreel, and Inaya to the hospital room before receiving the injections.
At that time, she still thought she would return home within a few hours, but she first felt anxious when the pain started, and the doctor confirmed that the injections might necessitate delivering the baby immediately to save its life. It was the first time Imama was deeply distressed. In Kinshasa, besides a few local servants, she had no close friends she could call for help or trust. Her interactions were mostly with government officials and foreigners. She couldn't immediately figure out where to send her children. The doctor had suggested she could keep them at home, but that was impossible for Imama. She was obsessively protective of her children, especially Jibreel.
It was not unnatural. She had come out of a large family and had endured ten years of isolation before finding those bloody relationships, which were hanging between hope and despair. They were her entire world, and she had found them at a time when she was going through the worst phase of despair after Waseem's death. Jibreel had come into her life like spring. Even while he was growing inside her, he had held her like a savior. Jibreel did not have ordinary childlike habits. He had inherited intelligence from his father, but where did he get his patience from? Imama could not figure it out.
Both her children were not stubborn or mischievous, but Jibreel had an unusual seriousness and understanding that was striking on his innocent face. All the conversations between Imama and the doctor were conducted in front of him, and he sat silently, listening and watching. Before handing over the responsibility of her children to Hedi, Imama had entrusted Jibreel with the care of Inaya.
She had asked him to take care of his sister and never leave her alone. Jibreel had nodded as usual. This responsibility was not new to him; he was always given such duties. Whether playing alone on the lawn, during shopping trips to a mall, or while sitting alone in the car when Salar would stop at a service station or elsewhere for a few minutes, Jibreel would automatically take charge, and Inaya would obediently follow her brother. Once again, Jibreel was entrusted with a responsibility.
Once again, he reassured his mother as usual. "You bring the new baby. I will take care of this baby," four-year-old Jibreel had reassured his mother in English, bringing a smile to Imama's lips even in her distress. Before going to the operating room, she had hugged and kissed both of them and handed her phone and bag to Hedi, telling him to take care of them and inform Salar. When she regained consciousness, she was alone in the room. Hedi was not there, nor Jibreel... Inaya or Humain.
On YouTwas ube, someone had uploaded a video showing a black-skinned man fighting with two white-skinned individuals who suddenly appeared from a passing car in a relatively underdeveloped area of Brooklyn. The video showed the black-skinned man trying to avoid bullets from the revolver held by the white-skinned men, and after shooting at them, one of the white-skinned men was seen falling after being hit by a bullet.
The video also showed the two men mercilessly dragging him and roughly throwing him into a car.
The video was not made by a cell phone but by a young black boy living in the building, using a Handycam. The boy happened to be recording a school project from a window on the second floor of a building very close to the incident. While filming, the boy had tried to shout and prevent the two individuals from dragging the black man into the car, but after failing, he zoomed in on and recorded the car's license plate.
Before handing over the video to the police, he had uploaded it to a website focusing on abuses against black people in America, and the video had become available on YouTube within the next twelve hours. Countless people reacted to it, with thousands of comments and curses aimed at the white people involved.
Within those twelve hours, the video had moved from YouTube to news channels and then to international networks, making it easy to identify Petrus Ibaka. The police had also reached a nearby hospital where the agents had taken Ibaka for immediate medical help, and the hospital administration was aware that he was a special patient brought by CIA agents.
They had transferred him from there as soon as his condition improved. The NYPD had contacted the CIA, and it was learned that Ibaka had been immediately transferred to Washington, where he had died. The CIA was now struggling with how to refute the media reports of Petrus Ibaka being injured and hospitalized.
The CIA's plan to manage the news of Petrus Ibaka's accident was proving to be a severe blow to their credibility. The storm that erupted on YouTube was nothing compared to the storm that had hit CIA headquarters. An operation that was initially considered simple had turned into a matter of disgrace and scandal for the CIA. The American government and the World Bank were also in trouble, and CNN was struggling to find a way to control the situation. Sometimes, a person's foolishness can sink them more than their need. The CIA faced this issue as they had managed to break their own bow by trying to hit two targets and one arrow.
They could have saved themselves if they had left Petrus at the hospital in New York. They had wanted to show him as injured in an accident and distance themselves from him, and they had planned to do this in Washington, where Salar Sikandar was present. On that day, there had been only one accident in Washington, and one of the injured was Petrus Ibaka, who had been swapped with Salar. The hospital administration had information about Ibaka similar to the New York hospital where he was first taken.
His condition had continually worsened, and the CIA had failed to get any useful information from him after surgery when they moved him to their own location. Now they needed to get the last piece of work from him for which he had been transferred to Washington, and for which news channels had repeatedly broadcasted the name of the injured and deceased.
The news channels' coverage of Ibaka's identity was supposed to be confirmed, and it was expected that Salar Sikandar would find out about it and visit him. The predictions proved correct. Salar had seen the news and immediately went to visit him. If somehow he had not learned about it or had not gone to see him, the CIA would have contacted him through the hospital and said that Petrus Ibaka's last wish was to meet Salar Sikandar.
However, they did not need Plan B. Salar had gone to see Ibaka, and it took him almost two hours to get in and out of the hospital, which was just the amount of time the CIA needed. It was challenging for them to keep Salar out of the room for that long for other tasks. Although he kept his laptop with him, they had expected him to leave everything behind while going to the hospital.
Everything happened as planned, but the result was not what they had expected. The video had sunk them. No one could forget the clear features shown in the video. The video was so clear, and the second most prominent thing was the time and date displayed on the screen. They could not alter Petrus Ibaka's identity, nor could they change the fact that Ibaka, appearing injured and dying in Washington hospital, was indeed Petrus Ibaka.
The hospital broadcast Ibaka's images immediately after the incident. If the CIA had acted immediately, they might have moved Ibaka back to New York from the Washington hospital. However, after making one mistake, they made a second, third, and fourth mistake. Anderson Cooper's team had checked the messages and emails related to Petrus Ibaka's suspicious condition and the timing of the video.
These messages and emails, in which Ibaka had apologized for not participating in Cooper's show and also declined to engage in any matters, were sent two hours after the video and while Ibaka was undergoing surgery at the New York hospital. These messages were sent not only to Cooper but also to other program hosts and journalists with whom Ibaka had been meeting in the past few days, requesting to highlight the pygmy issue. Anderson Cooper pointed out in a news program the timing of Petrus's messages and video and revealed that the CIA had connections with the hospitals in New York and Washington.
The possible reasons for Petrus Ibaka's death, who could have killed him, and why, could only be answered by the person whose name Ibaka had repeatedly mentioned to Cooper and was the sole visitor coming to meet him in Washington, and who had identified himself as a relative of Ibaka. That night, every American news channel was reporting on Salar Sikandar in relation to this incident, and evaluable to contact him.
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