His eyes bulged out, almost dropping out of their sockets when he too gazed at the rear view mirror. The chaos dished on the cops' vehicles caused a chuckle in him.
"Holy shit, you are a genius!"
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman acclaimed in a super cozy voice. I appeased him with this new trick I played on the cops.
I saw in him the side of a child at that instance. I had to admit to myself that we were both mad but only the degree of madness differed. Insane acts enlivened him most.
I twisted to the back of my beautiful Easter, I lay my hands on the rocket launcher.
"How about this? Have you ever used any of this before?"
I stashed it into his hands before he could respond.
His eyes widened. He looked behind my beautiful Easter astonishingly. It dawned on him that my Lamborghini Urus did not have backseats but there were two metallic boxes attached like side chairs. He must presume that they were filled with weapons.
I had a dubious grin as evil thoughts clingy to be set loose. He curiously brought back his eyes on me anticipating what we would have to do with it.
My gaze into his eyes explained it all. No need to utter any word.
"Are you ready to have fun?"
I could see the confusion in his eyes as his face frowned slightly. Telling him would demise the excitement. He would have to act from impulse in the duty of action.
"Let's trade places."
It took us a short while to make a transition. My partner in crime still dizzied in confusion.
"Easter, open the sunroof."
The sunroof slid off just after I gave the instruction.
"Take the sunroof and I will toy with this gaming device."
My semi-circle black steering wheel came out.
"Let's cut ties with these bastards. Spare only the news reporters helicopter."
The last statement caused him to find the true purpose of the rocket launcher in his hands.
"Alright boss, it will be my pleasure."
He clawed off the seat and rose to his feet. The rocket launcher came out first before he could push his head out.
"He got a rocket launcher!"
Shouted a cop on to the pilot. The helicopter near us tried to turn away but, "Oops!"
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman, precisely blew it out. Damn I cheered for him as I took one as well.
"Got you baby!"
I shouted.
I heard another explosion. I watched how committed and dedicated my partner in crime executed the task I gave him.
It gave me great joy having to know that I had a friend I could share with in my darkest hours of my life and in happy moments.
In less than five minutes all the cops' helicopters were taken care of. We sat back laughing.
"You did great, man."
I applaud him. I totally did not feel any guilt for what I had done. They had brought their deaths on themselves. All the dark silent years of my life I lived peacefully until they awakened the sleeping lion in me.
"Damn that felt good. I haven't done this sort of thing for a long long time. You just refreshed my memories. I should thank you."
He humbly uttered. His words made me feel that I wasn't indebted to him in any way. I didn't force him to do what he didn't want. If that be the case then I wasn't going to apologize because that was part of the job I hired him for.
The national live broadcast withdrew thinking that I might blow them off as well. I could see that they hadn't withdrawn entirely, for they followed from a far distance. They were not that important to me or a threat, so I ignored their presence.
"That's just the way I like it."
I proclaimed, "Thanks for keeping me company. It means a lot to me."
I could see joy and happiness on him. I felt it emanate from him. It seems we had won this time. The cylindrical-saw blade machine destroying the road I turned it off. I could not see any cops vehicles keeping up with me.
Anytime from now I would be out of Botswana and into South Africa. Liberation filled me, South Africa is so vast and big. I can simply lay low there. Let the storm pass and then venture on the next voyage on my calendar.
"Where do you plan to go?"
My partner in crime knew just when to speak and the right thing for the moment.
"South Africa. Soon we will approach the border."
"Are you going to stay there or have other places in particular?"
"Just to cool down a little before I make the next move."
My partner in crime nodded to indicate he did understand me, perfectly.
I hadn't considered where exactly I would part ways with him. Of course the border would be perfect. I came to the conclusion. He had his life so he can't possibly come with me.
"Got any family?"
I wanted to know a bit about him. Family is basically one of the vital things that we humans treasure for emotional support.
"Yes, I have a daughter, she is turning ten, the coming month."
I felt some empathy for him. He just risked his life for me when he had a child to look after. Would I have done the same for him if we swapped places? I didn't have the answer. I would have to think twice.
"Don't think of me as a bad person. I made a promise to them that I would exert revenge on first my family and to all who would come in between. I am just filling my words."
I justified my actions. Maybe I did regret killing people who were just following orders. If I did not do anything they would think that my threat I posed on the live broadcast was just a bluff.
Tamandan Bongo, the Black hitman smiled, "It doesn't matter what I think about you but what you think of you."
He caused me to go silent as I contemplated his words. It's true that what matters is how I perceive myself. I don't need someone's perception to shape mine.
I removed a card I had prepared in advance and handed it to him.
"What is it for?"
His eyes guessed the numbers inside it.