The Compound Heist

By IKE MORAH

In The Compound Heist, a mafia don robs a bank, an airport, and a mans house all at once.

They are all linked to the man, Ike, who though old was more than a force to reckon with in a fight.

He is God-fearing and does everything to help the good against the evil while the don was out for vengeance, since he killed his father. Intrigues, blackmails, complicated plots, ruthlessness, and spectacular fights abound as Ike takes them out. No matter what, goodness always overcomes evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Jul 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781490801742

IKE MORAH

A versatile author who indulges in reading, writing, traveling and photography, Ike lives in Baltimore, Maryland. He is the author of at least nineteen novels before this. Married with children, he is a practicing Pharmacist with the basic philosophy in life that one should try his best and leave the rest to God. For this one should never take life too seriously and never complain. Never complain about your position if you could remember the saying: :I used to complain that I had no shoes till I saw a man with no legs."

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ISBN: 978-1-4908-0175-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4908-0176-6 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4908-0174-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013912572

WestBow Press rev. date: 7/9/2013

Fate had once more conspired with nature to weave its peculiarly intricate, and more often than not, strange web of largely ill-understood ways and motives around Ike the Enforcer.

Ike was the indomitable hero of the assignment series of assignments. He had been in total retirement for many years now, and stories still abound as to who he was, what he did, and even what he was doing. Some believed that he was already dead. No one was sure of how to separate fact from fiction out of the vast number of stories that were being told about him. Even he had heard a lot of these stories. The only thing that one could be sure about is that most of them were, at best, more fictional than otherwise.

Any two eye-witness accounts to the same ongoing event or to any issue at hand are bound to be significantly different. Ask ten students in a class to look outside for three minutes and then write down what they see. The ten accounts will differ. These are in connection to the present, and it makes one wonder about history. With time, these accounts are bound to differ even more and may even take on some fictional qualities. The acts and activities connected with Ike took place a long time ago and accounts of those activities have therefore become historical accounts. It is therefore hard for one to sift out the truth and fiction from them.

In fact, a group of journalists had once come up with the story that he died. When confronted and asked to provide evidence that he was dead, they went right ahead to prove it. They had come up with inscriptions that they copied from the headstone on his grave. They had insisted that those who witnessed his death and internment took them to the grave, where they found that inscription. It was claimed to be on polished white marble ringed with gold. It was one of those short, two-line epitaphs:

HE HAS GONE OVER TO JOIN THE MAJORITY.

DEATH BLOWS NO TRUMPETS.

According to them, it was there to say it all. He was dead, and, in death, no announcements had been made in line with his quiet and secluded way of life. Many believed this, but a lot were rather skeptical. It might not be what it meant, supposing that it was only pointing out that death came rather suddenly, without any warning, to whoever was down there, that is.

It is claimed that all that glitters is not gold. In other words, what one sees or hears might not be all there is to any particular issue. A bank had just been robbed, but that is not all there is to that robbery.

Many people were essentially bamboozled at how such a bank as the Central Bank of Biafra could be robbed. It was claimed to be the most fortified bank in the universe. All bank deposits were insured for loss due to burglary, and so the loss of the money did not really matter to people.

Bankers have always been looked on as the most confused set of humans on earth, but that is only a cover. They are actually crooks, in a way. All those confusing and stupid-looking maneuvers were all put into place in order to exploit the people. They are more than well educated, yet at times it is difficult for the ordinary man to figure out what they are trying to explain. They are definitely very odd, otherwise why should they advise one to save as much, if not all, of one’s earnings as possible with them? That looks as reasonable as any other good advice, but right after that, or maybe in the same breath, they will encourage you to borrow money from them to spend—ostensibly the very money they had just taken from you to help you save. It is insane. They are only trying to figure out a way to make one spend more than one saves. Worse than that, they issue credit cards so that one spends more than one could ever earn.

The bottom line is that they can take your money from you, and then make you owe them with all sorts of interests and penalties. It was for this reason that a lot of people were even happy that the bank was robbed.

It all happened at the same time. The bank was robbed at the same time that Ike’s home was burglarized.

As had been pointed out, Ike, the hero of all the assignment series, had retired, and he lived his life mainly in seclusion as a hermit of sorts, shuttling between his various homes. It had been quite some years since his drop out of public activity, and he had gotten to the position where he was thought of as a young old man. He was old by age, but he was still one of the best fighters around. He was a typical example of the saying that one is only as old as he wanted to be. He might be old by age, but he was still young at heart, if not physically, too.

Though he had not seen any action in years, he never gave up practicing. That kept him fit. He still jogged some six miles every day. His body was still taut, and his health was in excellent condition. To cut this story short, he was the youngest old man around.

Ike never liked to socialize with people, and he never liked to mix with them. He never even liked to go about in town. It was for this reason that he had a safe in each of his houses, and he had quite a few of them in different parts of the world. In them he stored raw cash for local use. More than a few people were aware of this fact, and so it figured that the burglars could have come for the money. He was an extremely rich man, and rumor had it that he had well over ten million dollars in each of these safes in his houses.

It was also rumored that those vaults were so impenetrable that a couple of banks asked him to keep their most valuable documents in them. He had just come in from a three-month vacation in his Greek-island home when he discovered the burglary.

Ike did not waste time before reporting the burglary to the police. It was then that the police informed him that the bank had been robbed too and that a lot of money was stolen from an air shipment. All three robberies seemed to have taken place at the same time. By the time the police got to his house, he had already started his own investigation.

One of the burglars dropped a complimentary card, or maybe it was purposely planted there for Ike’s information. That was what gave him the idea of who was involved. The card was for a worker from the Crime Busters, Incorporated. It belonged to Rashid Mustapha. Ike knew that name. It was an alias used by a crime boss. He used it to confuse the law enforcement agencies. He was the illegitimate son of the late Don Ignatius Agnitelli and the only child he had. Agnitelli was one of the most terrifying and heartless mafia bosses to ever exist. Ike had taken out both the man and his wife when the boy was barely a teenager, and he had witnessed all that took place from under a bed where he was hiding.

Rashid Mustapha was the chairman/president and chief executive officer of Crime Busters, Inc. He had coined that name from the words Colombo Dubinsky Indomitable Mob Empire’s Business Team, Incorporated. In other words, he was the godfather of a mafia family and Colombo Dubinsky was his actual name.

To make it even more plausible, people actually hired his company to help investigate cases and criminal activities, most of which were actually perpetrated by him. It was a bail bonds setup as well. It was under this cloak that he hid to do what he did most—rob banks. Bank robbery was his area of specialization. According to him, when people put their money in banks, the money is always safe since they are insured. Even if the bank goes bankrupt or gets robbed, they will always get their money back. Therefore, robbing the bank was not going to affect anyone adversely. It was like robbing no one in particular.

He, therefore, always kept in mind the mafia dictum that the bank was like a bowl of holy water at the back isle of a church. It belongs to no one in particular but to all. The money was like the holy water. Anyone who cares could always deep his finger into the bowl for some of the water. In his case, he went for quite a bit of the water.

Rashid often claimed that he could venture into anything and anything at all, and, of course, he did. He was not afraid of anyone or anything, and he was ready for any eventualities. Money, of course,