Tarasha paused to stare at the man in front of her. Hestood at ease and narrowed his gaze at her, twitching his
lips. She could see the gun curves showing at the pocket
side of his trousers.
At first she was sure that he was a policeman until he
mentioned her name. Then she became uncertain, she
wasn"t expecting the police to have made so much
progress in investigating her.
"Tarasha," Don called and took a step forward. She took
two steps backward without responding to his call.
Don paused to reason for a moment. The door behind
her was opened, so it would be easy for her to get out
and he didn"t want that to happen. "Tarasha, can we talk?"
He called again.
Tarasha bit her lips now and stared straight into his eyes.
Now she knew he wasn"t a policeman because no other
person knew her name except for her employees and
Chief Gab, and maybe some of Chief Gab"s a.s.sociates
who he might have spoken to about her. Was he one of
Chief Gab"s a.s.sociates? She asked herself. Or could he be
Don? Henry, Aisha and Cole"s former Boss. That was the
other person who could know her name, due to his past
relationship with Aisha. She shook her almost invisibly,
unsure of what conclusion to make about him. She kept
a straight face.
Don too was unsure of what to conclude. Was this
Tarasha or someone else? The girl he was seeing looks so
young and harmless to him. Her face even looks innocent
and naive. Or maybe she was Alexandra Evelyn who he
found out from the police case report could be the
girlfriend of Henry. To make matters worse, she was not
even replying or making any facial response. If she was
Tarasha, there was a way he expected her face to
respond when he called her name but if she wasn"t
Tarasha, then she was supposed to be expressing fear
which she wasn"t. But she was a trained a.s.sa.s.sin like
himself, his brain didn"t tell him that she could know all
the tricks too.
"Tarasha, let"s talk." Don tried his luck again.
"Who are you?" She finally spoke.
"I"m a friend," he replied, still uncertain if she was Tarasha
or not. "I won"t hurt you, I promise." He raised his two
hands up to emphasize.
"What do you want here?" She asked, unmoved.
"I"ve been looking for you," Don stated.
For the first time, Tarasha made a facial response as a
thought struck her mind. Was it possible that some of
her employees have betrayed her and given her out to
the police? Or Chief Gab had released informations
which he wasn"t supposed to have.
Don stood still, hoping she would take his offer to discuss
with her. He saw her made a frown when he said he"s
been looking for her and he got some information from
that. He was about to make a conclusion when Tarasha"s
voice sounded again, dismissing his information as false.
"You don"t know me, why are you looking for me?" She
asked, intelligently confusing Don. Only criminals would
not ask a question when someone states that he was
looking for them, because they always expected the
police to be in search of them. But now that she feigned
surprise, he would think of her as someone innocent. But
that would only work if he was unsure of who she was,
and luckily for Tarasha, he really was.
"Are you Tarasha?" He foolishly asked.
"Don, the police are here" another guy appeared at Don"s
back.
"Oops!" Don exclaimed, taking a quick glance at the back.
~~
"Sir, I don"t think we should go in now till we have our
men here." Ken suggested, taking out his phone.
"Just call and ask for reinforcement now," Dakolo shouted
his order.
Ken quickly complied with the order while Dakolo waited
in front of the gate to get his response. He peeped
through the small s.p.a.ce by the wall to check if what the
junior officer said was true.
"They"re coming sir," Ken reported.
"Okay, get the bluetooth communication devices out of
the car for both of us." Dakolo instructed.
Ken turned back into the car and brought out the devices
hurriedly. Dakolo had already come closer to the car. The
both of them fixed the devices to their belts and ears.
"You stay and wait for the boys while I go inside," Dakolo
began, "you should storm the the place with some others
if you hear no word from me in five minutes."
~~~
Tarasha had no reason to wait anymore, she now knew
that these men went officers. She fled through the
opened door and was up on the fence in ten seconds.
Don and his man followed outside, they saw her roll over
to the other side.
"Are you sure it was the police?" Don turned back and
asked impatiently, forgetting temporarily about Tarasha.
He now needed no prophet to tell him that he was
discussing with Tarasha, a usual girl couldn"t jump over
the fence as easily as she just did, even he wouldn"t do it
as swift as that.
He felt stupid for being deceived by her looks. Was he
even expecting anyone else? But what if he wasn"t
deceived, maybe he wouldn"t have been able to do
anything. It is easier said or thought than executed. A
strange kind of fear flashed through his heart at the
thought of having being engaged in a fight or gun duel
with her.
He didn"t come prepared to fight or kill her, he had only
come to gather information that would lead him to her.
He was hundred percent sure that she wasn"t a poor
specimen and it wouldn"t have been easy to take her out,
he remembered stories of his strong men whom she had
previously dealt with singlehandedly. But there was
another problem at hand now.
"Yes, it was the police. We heard some sounds at the
gate."
"Did you see them?"
"I saw one, I left the living room immediately after you
left and I was at the extensions when I heard the gate
creak, I quickly opened the curtain and peeped out
through the window and I saw an officer sneaking back
outside." Stainless explained
"D--n! We must get out of here."
"Yes, but not through that gate. The officers are there."
"We"ll take the same place Tarasha took," Don said, staring
at the spot corner of the fence.
"Tara…?" Stainless frowned his face.
"Sorry… Samantha Osman," Don corrected.
"Samantha Osman?" Stainless widened his eyes in horror.
"C"mon, call the other guy and let"s get out of this place
now."
"What about my two other boys?"
"You"ll call them later," Don said and stepped down from
the house to the interlocked floor.
~~~
Dakolo finally got close to the entrance door which was
broken. He hid his back by the wall and peeped in, the
bulbs that turned off by the police the last time were now
on and that was another sign that someone or some
people were in the house presently. He entered into the
first extension but nothing was there. He proceeded into
the living room. He could hear running footsteps and
voices inside the house. He followed after the sound and
pa.s.sed through the corridor of the inner rooms to the
backyard, he saw a man trying to roll over to the other
side of the fence. He quickly pointed his gun and quickly
took a shot, it entered into the man"s leg but he still
managed to roll over to the other side.
Dakolo quickly followed, he jumped on the fence and
peeped into the compound. He could see a man running
out through the gate, another one following behind while
the one he just shot was hopping after them in pains. He
dropped off the fence and tucked his pistol into his
pocket, he also ensured that all devices on his body were
perfectly fixed. He took some steps backwards and ran
towards the fence. He climbed and quickly rolled over.
He took out his bluetooth device immediately he landed
and connected with Ken.
"Are the guys there now?" He asked hurriedly.
"Yes, they just arrived. I"m coming into the house now."
"No need to come into the house anymore," Dakolo said,
bringing out his gun as he followed after the injured guy
trying to escape. "Get some men with you and hurry to
the street behind. The men in the house are already
escaping through the paper company here."
"Right away sir."
"Make sure you remain connected." Dakolo took some
more shots at the hopping man, but none met the target.
He took a brief pause on seeing the security men lying on
the floor. He squatted and removed the pin from the
neck of the first one, the man coughed immediately and
drifted back to consciousness.
"Don"t go anywhere," Dakolo commanded before getting
up to continue following after the criminal. The man was
already out of the gate before Dakolo got there but he
had not gone far enough, his bad leg couldn"t carry him
fast.
"Halt or I shoot?" Dakolo shouted his threat to the man.
The man seemed not to listen but kept hopping around
and was trying to cross the road.
Dakolo stopped and carefully aimed at the same leg, he
knew that the man couldn"t go too far but he didn"t want
the stress that the man could put him through if he
mixes with people pa.s.sing by. If the man had a gun, it
was also possible that he could grab a pa.s.serby and hurt
the person or decide to use the victim as an hostage. He
took one shot and the man crashed to the ground.
Dakolo looked around him before he proceeded to meet
the fallen body. Pedestrians and motorists were already
fixing their attention on the scene.
"Did you see anybody else run this way?" Dakolo asked a
pa.s.sing pedestrian.
"Yes," the man answered. "I saw two guys, they were
running that way." The man pointed to the direction
where they took, that was the way to the roundabout.
"Thank you," Dakolo felt like going after them but he knew
it would be fruitless, he couldn"t pursue two men at
once. It was better he focused on the one at hand.
He squatted beside the shot man and searched his body,
he took out the gun and knife from his pockets and kept
it on the ground. Then he connected to Ken again.
"D--n it! Where are you guys?" He shouted.
"At the roundabout sir, there"s a little bit of traffic."
"What the h.e.l.l are you talking about? Come on, clear the
road and get here in the next five seconds." Dakolo
ordered before disconnecting. He never liked to disobey
traffic rules but when it ges to cases like this, he had to
take extreme measures. Clearing the road would require
them to order all other motorists to halt even if the
traffic sign or official was commanding them to go.
Dakolo returned his gun into his pocket and got up, he
glanced around. He could see people staring towards him
from every direction and the motorists also taking some
seconds to observe him and the lying body. He took a
glance at the body, the man was losing a lot of blood and
could die if he wasn"t taken to the hospital soon.
Ken and five other officers arrived in a police van one
minute later.
"This man needs to be rushed to the hospital," Dakolo said
after the officers had jumped out of the van. Two officers
rushed to the injured man and carried him into the van.
Dakolo commanded them to drive to the hospital
immediately while he was left alone with two other
officers and Ken.
"Two other guys got away," Dakolo said to Ken, finally
keeping his gun back into the pocket. "What instructions
did you give to the officers manning the gate?"
~~~
Tarasha could hear the sound of the gun shot twice from
where she was in a traffic jam. She also saw the police
van that pa.s.sed, commanding every other vehicle
including hers to halt while they pa.s.sed. All the while, she
was boiling with rage. She wished she could see Henry
and strangle life out of him that moment. He was the
cause for all these. He was the one that returned her
emotions into her life. Now because of that, she had
already began to make several mistakes that could cause
bigger problems.
The road was finally cleaed and she heaved a deep sigh of
relief as she drove off. She tried to get the recent
encounter off her mind. Who ever was the man who
called her by her name and the reason he wanted to
speak with her, she would solve that later.
She still had one more mission that night, her team had a
special dinner with the Senate President in his house that
night and she was going to attend, as the fourth person in
the team who had gone to Lagos for inspection but has
now returned. Cole had also hinted her that the man had
offered for them to stay over in his house that night. A
phone call disrupted her thoughts.
"Mr Sylvester," she said after answering.
"h.e.l.lo Kimberly, I"m sorry I"ve not called you since
morning." Sylvester"s fatigued voice sounded. "I"ve been
busy running around about Mr Henry"s case."
"It"s okay sir, I understand." Kimberly replied pleasantly.
"How is your mum now?"
"Ermm…" She stammered for a moment, temporarily
forgetting that her excuse for not being at work was her
mother"s illness.
"Is she better now?" Sylvester added.
"Yes," she finally remembered.
"Do extend my greetings to her and tell me if there"s any
way I can be of help." Sylvester offered.
"Thank you so much sir, I appreciate."
"It"s okay, you can take tomorrow off also."
"Oh! Thanks sir."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight sir." The call ended.
She returned back to her thoughts. She was sure that the
Senate President"s life would be easier to take, now that
there were lots of distractions and investigations for the
police to handle, they wouldn"t expect the strike. Tarasha
and her team had close to twelve hours to carry out the
planning and execution. They were to get to his house for
the dinner by eight pm and would leave before or by
eight a.m the next morning.
What she only needed to do now was to find a nurse to
take care of her brother, Jeffery.