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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 10:33am On Dec 25, 2017|
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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by zesh(m): 8:17am On Dec 26, 2017|
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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 6:28am On Dec 27, 2017|
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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 6:28am On Dec 27, 2017|
Chapter 13 Part 11
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Flashback ~~ An Hour Ago
'Have you called Agent Dave?' Agent Godwin asked Dan as he walked into a living room where Dan was seated and resting comfortably and watching TV.
'No, why?' Dan asked the man.
'I was told he was at the office some minutes ago, he told my secretary that he forgot something there.' Godwin replied.
'What could he have forgotten?' Dan questioned with a frown.
'I don't know, I'm just wondering why he didn't call to let me know.'
'Well, I'm sure he would be back soon. No need to worry, he would explain himself.'
Dave looked towards the hospital gate again from where he was seated, in the car he rented. He glanced at his wristwatch one more time, it was sixteen minutes to eight. It was either the men he was expecting had gone into the hospital before he arrived or they were going to resume late that night.
While he was still thinking, one of the men he recognized appeared at the other side of the road looking out for cars before he would cross the road. Dave started the car engine immediately and drove forward, he stopped beside the fence of the hospital just before the gate. The man was now standing at the median. The road was soon free for him and he crossed to the other side and headed towards the gate. Dave pushed the horn to call his attention.
The security man stopped and observed the car for a second, it was an expensive one. The owner must be a very wealthy person, he thought. He changed direction and walked to the car.
'Good evening sir,' Dave greeted with a kind smile.
'Good evening,' the security man greeted. The person in the car looked younger than he expected. He had thought he would find a man above fifty year old at the backseat of the car with a driver in front. Immediately in his mind, he concluded that the young man was an internet fraudster if he was the real owner of the car.
'Sir, I need some help from you. I'd like to ask you some questions about your hospital, I hope you don't mind joining me in the car so that we can talk.'
'I'm on my way to work as you can see,' the security man replied and stood up straight, now looking towards the gate.
'Sir, this is for you if you'll answer my questions.' Dave said as he reached for a briefcase behind. He opened it to show the man but the man was still staring at the gate, a woman with a bandage on the head was coming out with a man.
'What did you say?' the security man turned back to him. He took a step backward and bent towards the car. His mouth opened wide in shock as he saw the content of the briefcase - one thousand naira notes well stacked and arranged.
Dave took out two bundles and closed the briefcase. 'This will be for you after you answer my question.'
The security man whistled in low volume as he calculated the bundles in his mind, it would be nothing less than a hundred thousand naira. That was huge to him. Without thinking much, he turned to the other side and entered the car after making sure that no one was watching him from the hospital gate.
'Can I start right away?' Dave asked.
'No,' the man answered, still looking around to see if anyone was watching. 'Let's move away from here,' he said. All he had in mind was to get to a place he could collect the money without anyone seeing him.
Dave could read his mind. He felt pity for him because the notes weren't going to touch the man's hand even though they were fake naira notes. He had taken the briefcase from Agent Godwin's office. He learnt from their visit there in the morning that Agent Godwin was dealing with a case of fake money printed and the man talked about the briefcase while discussing with them. He had to return it to the SSS Office after use.
Dave drove the car a little bit forward and halted again.
'I think this is a very good place to stay,' the security man said, looking out through the back window. He turned back and faced Dave with an anxious look. 'Please ask any questions you want.'
'Please sir, I want you to be truthful with me. I could add more to the money if you provide me with the right information.'
'Okay, ask,' the man hurried him up, nodding affirmatively. He took a glance at the bundle of money between Dave's lap again.
'I learnt that Samantha Osman was in your hospital last night, is that true?'
'Uhm...' the man frowned a bit, it wasn't the kind of question he was expecting. 'Yes...ss.'
'I heard the security men saw her,' Dave continued. 'Were you one of them and do you know how long she stayed in the hospital?'
'Ermm... No, and I can't tell how long she stayed.'
'Oh!' Dave closed his eyes, he inhaled deeply and exhaled. 'That means I have to find someone else who knows how long she was there, that's the most important information I need, so that I can determine where she went after that.'
'Ermm...' the man cleared his throat as his blinked severally. 'Do you promise to still release the money if I tell you the truth?' the man asked, his gaze lingering on the bundles of money again.
'Yes,' Dave handed him one of the bundles. 'I'll add two more bundles if you tell me the whole truth.'
'Ahem!' he cleared his throat again and looked through the back window as if to confirm once more if anybody was watching. With his face full of smiles, he tried to force the first bundle into his pocket.
'I have a bag for you,' Dave offered. He stretched his hand to the backseat and picked a small leather bag, he gave it to the man and the man inserted the first bundle.
'The truth is that Samantha Osman did not come to our hospital yesterday,' the man said boldly. He knew that Dave may not like the truth he was about to say but he was confident because one of the bundles was already with him and if he was lucky, Dave would appreciate the truth by giving him more. 'In fact, we saw nobody at all. We didn't know how the killer of Eze Okafor got in or how the person got out, even our security cameras didn't capture the movement.'
Dave faked a look of surprise, 'But the police officers think that Samantha Osman was the one.'
'That was the instruction given to us, I think our head security officer was bribed to accuse Samantha Osman and he also commanded the rest of us to also give the same information to police officers and
'So Samantha Osman did not come to your hospital?'
'I don't know, non of my colleagues know but our head security officer claims she did but we don't trust him, we believe he was asked to say that. We were the ones on duty and we didn't see anyone.'
'Who do you think bribed your head security officer?'
'I can't tell, I don't have an idea.'
'Okay,' Dave bit his lips and stared in silence for a while. Then he turned to the backseat and moved the briefcase, he picked up a pistol the bag was covering. 'Let me have the money back,' he said, pointing the gun at the man.
The man stared silently at him, shocked beyond words. He tried to open the door stylishly but he couldn't, Dave had placed all the doors on lock.
'Dave, where the hell have you been?' Dan stared at Dave with a bossy look as the latter walked into the living room.
Dave got to the sofa and sank in tiredly. He loosened his belt and laid his head on the headrest for some seconds before giving Dan attention.
'I was everywhere bro, the cathedral, the SSS office and a bar.' Dave said to Dan.
'What did you forget at the SSS office?'
'Our travel permit,' Dave said. He managed to sit up and pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, something flew out from his pocket to the floor in the process.
'What's that?' Dan asked, with his eyes widened in surprise.
Dave shifted and stared at the floor. 'poo!' he cursed under his breath. A nylon of condom had dropped. He got up quickly and picked it. 'It was distributed freely to me on my way back,' he said as he began to make his way towards the room.
'Hmm, free distribution indeed.' Dan laughed as he watched Dave leave.
Dave dropped the condom into the waste bin as he entered the room. His purpose with it had been achieved. It was to make Dan ask him less questions and assumed that he had spent the evening in a brothel.
He sank into the bed tiredly. The traffic back to the SSS Office was terrible, but he had to go through it to return the briefcase there.
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 6:30am On Dec 27, 2017|
COLE'S RESIDENCE, ABUJA.
Victor and Patricia were on the long sofa, Victor seated at the rear end and Patricia laying straight with her head on his laps. They seemed to be engrossed in their discussion.
'So, do you really mean I'll have to pay millions for your bride price?' Victor said in a light mode, staring straight into her eyes. His left hand was close to her head with his fingers caressing her face and ear occasionally. The right hand was placed across her chest.
'No, I meant that was our tradition back then. Parents insist that their daughter must come home with a very rich man.'
Dave chuckled, 'Anyway, I wouldn't mind if I pay so much for you, you deserve more.'
Patricia smiled and located his hand with hers, she curled her fingers around his and tightened it. 'I love you so much.'
'I love you more.'
A phone began to ring. Cole gave a sigh as he flashed a look at the centre table where the phone was. He recognized the caller's ringtone and wondered what Henry was calling him for at that time.
'Excuse me please,' he said to Patricia and gently moved her. He reached for the phone and answered the call.
'What's up man?' Victor said and began to walk towards the dinning area.
Patricia watched him go, she got up from the seat and reached for her bag on the center table. She opened the outer pocket and brought a little transparent nylon with a white powdery substance in it. She took a brief glance at her wristwatch to confirm the time. She would put the substance in a drink for him in thirty minutes time and would be able to extract enough data from his devices before morning.
BASE B, CONTROL ROOM.
'So, John Bisong is the best option?' Tarasha asked to confirm as she typed the name into Google search box.
'Yes, he's the only man who worked with Garuba Ahmed but was on the Chief Elvis' side.' Dr Ekwueme replied.
Tarasha took her time to go through the search results. At the top of the page was John Bisong's picture and summary of his profile on Wikipedia, he was the current commissioner of Police in Cross River state.
'Do you know anything personal about him?' she asked.
'No, I only know he worked with Garuba Ahmed.' Dr Ekwueme replied.
'I'll go through the profile and get back to you. By the way, I'll like to go through the details of Chief Elvis Richards' Child Trafficking again, tomorrow morning.'
'I'm ready for it, you call me when you're ready,' Dr Ekwueme replied.
Tarasha nodded gently, 'Thank you, you may return to your room now.'
'Thank you,' Dr Ekwueme said and got up from the seat.
Henry entered into the control room just as the man was about leaving. He bowed slightly to greet and allowed the man to walk out before closing the door.
'I called Cole on phone some minutes ago, I heard he wouldn't be coming back here tonight.' Henry said to Tara as he walked closer.
'Yes, I'm aware.' Tarasha replied after taking a brief glance at him.
'I think something needs to be done about him and Tomi,' Henry said as he settled in the chair beside her.
'What's wrong with the both of them?' she asked, turning her face to him.
'Things are not going fine between them and I think it's the reason for Tomi's sullen mood,' Henry answered.
'I noticed the look on her face too but I don't want to get involved, it's unnecessary,' she replied and faced the desktop again.
'You have to be involved, we all have to be in good terms with each other if we want to work well.'
'No, we don't have to.' Tara disagreed in a strong tone. She stared at him with her eyes widely shone, 'This is an organization, it doesn't matter who your colleague is, you don't bring personal matters into work.'
'No buts,' she stopped him, shaking her head to show her reluctance in discussing the matter further. 'From the start, I warned both of them not to let whatever they do with each other affects their jobs, anyone who doesn't carry out his activities properly would be penalized.'
Henry sighed and closed his eyes, he knew there was no way he was going to convince Tarasha to interfere. He opened his eyes and met her still staring at him, she still had the bossy look on. Her conversation with him in recent times was that of a boss to her subordinate except for times when they were alone. It showed her professionality and further strengthened her reason for not wanting to get involved between Cole and Tomi.
30 minutes later.
Tarasha was alone in the control room again. The whole house was dead silent. Henry had left her to go to sleep as she was still very busy. Now, she just finished with a part of her work and was about to begin another.
She clicked on the Nefary email application icon on the desktop, it opened immediately and she typed in her login details. It took about fifteen seconds for it to finish loading the messages. She scrolled down her inbox and located the conversation with email@example.com. She clicked on it and read through her latest reply. She had paid off Chief Gab's debt without letting him know about it yet. It was against their laws and it came with a strict penalty as punishment. She located her phone and dialed Chief Gab's number. It took some time for the man to answer.
'Hello Tarasha,' the man's voice sounded sleepy.
'Why are you owing the weekly dues Chief?' Tarasha asked straightaway without wasting time on pleasantries.
Chief Gab was silent. He didn't know Tarasha would find out. He had reasons he had not been able to pay yet but wasn't bold enough to state them as excuses.
'Talk to me Chief!'
'Tarasha,' Chief Gab called calmly and followed with a sigh. 'I will pay as soon as I can.'
'I'm not asking you to tell me when you would pay?'
'I'm asking why you haven't paid when you know it's a requisite for me to remain here.'
'I know that Tarasha, but I've been very low on cash recently, I promise to pay up once I have enough money.'
'Try your best to do that but make sure you call me before before you pay anything,' she said in conclusion and ended the call.
She dropped the phone on the table and continued with the email. She scrolled down to the previous message in reply to the assignment she gave the junior queen. She had scanned through it days ago when she received it but had no time to go through it thoroughly. It was a brief message but it contained all the important details she needed, with images and word documents attached.
'From the descriptions you gave, it is clear that the man is an assasin from a neighboring clan. Apart from the Nefary clan, four other assasin clans exist in Northern Asia and Eastern Europe, their various signs are known but we aren't so sure of their names except for the Villary our arch enemy clan whose attributes and signs we don't know. There are eight images and four two-paged word documents attached in this message, two images peculiar to each clan and one document for each clan. If you can identify any two of the signs as the one on his mask, going through each document will help you identify the document the sign is peculiar to, and with the attributes detected, you can pick the best strategy to defeat this assasin.
I hope this helps you. Kill well, Queen.'
She took a quick scan of the images to see if she would easily pick out the sign but she couldn't. She began to go through each one carefully, taking about two minutes on each. She got to the last image still without finding the sign she wanted. She repeated the process for a second time and still couldn't identify any that would make her remember the sign on Rex's mask that day.
She rested her back and closed her eyes for a brief moment, replaying the fight with Rex in her mind. Like a scary nightmare it was as the torture and pain seemed real and present to her again. She opened her eyes with a gasp and her heartbeat increased. She still couldn't remember what the sign looked like.
She sat up and scanned through the images again. She still didn't recognize any one. She then rotated each of them 180° and began to go through each one for a minute each. The fifth picture looked strangely similar in its rotated view. Suddenly, with a sharp ache in her head she recalled the sign on Rex's mask. It was the face of a tiger. The fifth picture was half of it. She saved the file on the desktop and continued with the remaining pictures, using more than a minute on each. She started again from the first picture to the last, omitting the fifth this time, she found nothing else. The email stated that there were two images for each clan and she still needed to locate a second image. She began to go through the pictures again after rotating them 90°. She found another picture, it was the second half of the tiger's face. She saved the file also and proceeded to the word documents.
It took her about five minutes on each document. She got to the fourth one before locating the one she wanted. The second paragraph in the fourth document described the qualities of a tiger and the strengths. Then she remembered something, it wasn't her first time of facing an assasin from the 'tiger clan'. She had faced one once with her guide Queen.
Chapter 13 Ends
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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Olalekank(m): 7:25am On Dec 27, 2017|
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by zesh(m): 8:06am On Dec 27, 2017|
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 8:55am On Dec 27, 2017|
zesh:I tried adding you now but the WhatsApp group is full already. I would add after creating another
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Nelsizzy(m): 9:40am On Dec 27, 2017|
Glad to be here
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by zesh(m): 10:15am On Dec 27, 2017|
Oyinprince:Thank you i thought so too since i didnt see the invite link on the website
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by richG: 11:57am On Dec 27, 2017|
Although I have passed this point, interesting story I must say
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 12:25am On Dec 30, 2017|
Chapter 14 Part 1
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'Put this on,' a piece of cloth thrown from outside the car landed on Tara's face.
The queen had gone into the cloth's store to get a change of dress for her. She stood outside the car, watching as Tara struggled to put on the cloth. She glanced at her wristwatch again and looked around, the day was getting dark already. She waited until Tara had finished putting on the new gown before joining her at the backseat.
'Let's move,' she said to the driver of car who in response kicked on the car engine and drove into the road.
For a moment, Tara felt secured with the queen. She still didn't understand what took place at the building with the Russian inscription. She thought she was taken there to be molested to death and she expected no escape but was still baffled by the Queen's entrance to help her.
Several thoughts began to run through her mind, she wondered what would be her fate now that she had escaped death from the hands of those men. She wondered what the most senior Queen who had given her the death judgement would say. She hoped for a pardon but could only envisage another trial to kill her, one which she wouldn't be able to escape again. The Nefary Clan never forgave one's sin.
The Queen's phone beeped and she took it out to answer the call. 'Aaron, what's up?' she said into the phone in low tones.
'Marie Wayne, why did you kill Tom's men?'
'They attacked first. So you tell me where is Tom now?'
'I don't know where he is but I'm sure he would be mad at you for killing his men,' Aaron replied.
'No one cares if he's mad or not, I need to see him.'
'Don't see him now, I counsel you.'
'Where is he?' Tarasha asked.
'I don't know.'
She paused to think for a moment, she could sense the untruthfulness in his reply. 'What about you Aaron, where are you?'
'At the game house,'
'May we see right now?'
'Ermm...' A deep sigh from Aaron's side could be heard from the speaker.
'I'll be there in ten minutes.'
She hung up the call before he could finish talking.
'Take us to Evion Game House,' she said to the driver who nodded in reply.
Tarasha flashed a look at Omotara, the teenager was already dozing off. She closed her eyes briefly and took in a deep breath. She had gone against the Clan's will by giving the girl a knife to use against the men. If not for the knife, the girl would probably have died or already weakened by the assault of the men before she showed up. Although there was room for her to remain alive but she would have had to defeat the three men with her bare hands and no weapon. The queen wondered what would happen if the clan discovered she had given the girl a weapon. But it wasn't her fault, she couldn't resist the helpless look on the little girl's face who looked to her like a saviour. It meant that the Nefary Clan really never succeeded in killing their emotions and memories totally with the trainings.
10 minutes later
Evion Game House.
The queen walks into a large room where several games ranging from cards, chess, snooker and many others. The gamers include mostly rich middle aged men and very few young men. There was a stage at the front of the hall where scantily dressed girls were dancing to Russian music.
'Marie,' Aaron was the first to locate Tarasha as she stood at the entrance, with a girl's hand in hers looking around for him.
He walked briskly from everywhere he was to her and pulled her into a quiet room.
'Marie, what are you doing here?' he asked in a stressed tone. His intonation was American, his land of decent. He had migrated into Russia with his parents when he was eighteen and taking over the job of managing the game house from his father.
The Queen stared silently for a moment, then she flashed a look at Omotara. 'Go wait for me in the car,' she released the girl's hand and watched her go. 'Aaron, I need a favour from you.'
'What's that?' Aaron asked with a frown. 'Please speak up, you're not supposed to be here.' he hurried her up when she wasted time in replying.
'That girl, do you like her?' the queen asked, talking about Omotara.
'What do you mean?' his frown deepened.
'I mean would you like for her to stay here?'
'What the ****! We don't do child games here. That girl is little and underdeveloped, what do you want her to do here?'
'Join your girls,' the queen suggested.
'No, never! She doesn't have the needed body yet. Our men like girls with big busts and butts, not the tiny figures of a minor.'
The queen was speechless for a while. Just few hours ago, some other group of men were craving to have her and this as refusing the same thing others were lusting for.
'Can't you get her to do something for you here?'
'No, she would be useless here. I don't want any liabilities.'
'What about your petty jobs?' the queen persisted
'Oh Damn it! She can't do anything here, don't to get it?'
'You'd have to find something for her to do,' the Queen said in a strong tone, sounding more like a command. 'Remember, you still owe me some bucks.'
'I will pay you your *****ng money Marie, just give me sometime.'
'You take care of the girl until you get the money,' the queen replied.
'No, I can't keep her here. She's not safe, she'd get molested everyday by different men.'
The Queen stopped to think for a moment. It wouldn't be wise taking the girl out of trouble to put her in danger again.
'Aaron,' she called with a smirk. He stared at her face. 'I will kill you and your old *****ng mother if anything happens to her.'
Aaron's face turned sad and helpless. His bones grew weak and his knees trembled.
'Wait here for her, I'll send her to you right away.'
Aaron sighed and shook his head, staring the queen at the face. 'Wait!' he said as the queen turned towards the door. She turned back and raised her brow. 'I know somewhere you can take her to.'
'To my friend, Ristoe. His wife sells and employs girls to market her goods.'
The queen took some seconds to consider the option, it seemed like a good one. She bit her lips slightly and looked at his face. 'I'm going out now, I'll be back to take her later tonight, make sure you get her some food.'
Aaron closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. The Queen was already at the door of the room when he opened his eyes. He wasn't comfortable with the girl having to stay at all but he was consoled by the fact that she promised she was coming to take him back. It was past the eighteenth hour already and it meant the girl would be staying for less than six hours.
Omotara eyes followed the queen as stepped out of the building until she got into the car.
'Go and meet Aaron in the room I met with him, you'll be safe there until I come back to get you.' the Queen said to Omotara without looking at her. She was staring straight blankly like someone lost in thoughts.
Omotara's heartbeat rose immediately. She thought she was out of trouble already but it seemed she was never going to be free. The queen which she thought would protect her was sending into a strange place to stay. She wondered what would happened to her with all the men she had seen in the hall. She remained in her seat, wishing that the knife she got from the Queen earlier was still with her. She would have killed herself immediately instead of going into the place to face torture from another set of cruel men.
'Go!' the Queen commanded in a strong tone which depicted urgency and seriousness. Omotara opened the door quickly and stepped out. She began to walk towards the building without looking back. Just before she got to the stairs to the balcony, she heard the sound of their car zooming off and turned back to look, the Queen had gone. Her heartbeat increased, she thought about running away. She looked left and right, there were ways at both sides but she didn't know which one to take. She looked forward again, the entrance of the building was widely opened. She considered disobeying the Queen's instructions but remembered what happened when she tried to escape at the "mad house". She didn't know what the Queen had in store for her now, or what had been put in the cloth she was putting into, maybe it was instant death if she tried to run away. She took in a deep breath and stared at the entrance one more time. She had only climbed the first staircase when the man the Queen called Aaron appeared at the entrance.
'You little brat! I've been waiting for you, get inside right now,' Aaron shouted at her.
She climbed up immediately and followed his lead until they got into a room which was set like a lounge.
'Get yourself seated somewhere,' Aaron said and walked out through another door.
Omotara walked slowly to the first available sofa and sat on it. Her eyes wandered around the room for a moment. It was an ancient facility, the furniture were old but clean, so as the walls; the paint on the walls were almost totally faded.
The sound of music from the game hall could still be heard faintly in the place.
Soon after, a young girl, a little bit older than her entered into the place from the exit Aaron took, bringing with a tray of food. Omotara's stomach rumbled as she perceived an aroma, she suddenly remembered she had not eaten for a long while.
2 hours later.
Omotara sat quietly all through after the meal, the same girl had come to take the plates fifteen minutes after. No one talked to her or came close to her, not even Aaron her host. He had come into the place several times, most times with other men and once with another woman. No one seemed to give her more attention than just a glance.
However, for about fifteen minutes there had no activity in the place at all. Omotara was more relaxed, she was less afraid of someone hurting her anymore but she wondered if the Queen was coming back for her.
Soon after, the sound of the noisy music from the game hall which was being heard faintly ceased. Omotara was about to conclude that the hall was about to be closed that day when she began to hear some strange sounds. She could detect that they were sounds of soundstage people fighting with fists, that was one of the sounds she was most familiar with. Another thing that aided her quick recognition of the sound was that she had also began the course on mastering and differentiating sounds in the Nefary Clan even though she had been in it only for a month. It started slowly and then the shots became increasingly rapid. The sounds heard were more than sounds of gunshot now but mixed with screams and shouts of men and women.
She sat there, still unsure of what to do when Aaron rushed into the place from the entrance. He rushed towards exit without looking at her.
Few seconds later, the sound of the gunshots began to come closer. Omotara got up from her seat and ran to the entrance to see what was going on outside. She walked through the passage and rooms that led to the lounge which were empty. She stopped behind the wall of the passage entrance and peeped. She could see some men furiously attacking the gamers in the hall, using guns on some and fists on others. A huge man who seemed to be the leader of the attack looked towards the passage and his eyes met with Tara's. She froze immediately on the spot, scared to death as the man's mean face twitched wickedly.
'Hey guys, follow that little girl there and fetch out Aaron for me.' the guy beckoned on his partner with a shout, pointing to where Omotara was peeping from.
She moved away immediately and ran as fast as she could. The door to the exit which Aaron took had been locked before she returned. There was nowhere to run to. She panicked as she looked around for somewhere to hide, she could hear sounds of the men's footsteps getting closer. She quickly walked to the corner of the lounge where two long sofas placed perpendicularly touched each other at the arm. She entered into the corner and hid herself under the covering and shadow of the two arms.
The men soon got to the lounge and looked around without seeing anything. Omotara remained in the low position without making any attempt to look at the men, she could only hear their voices as they spoke to each other. Most of the men spoke English but with Russian accents, only the leader who Tara later discovered to be Tom spoke with English accent.
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 12:26am On Dec 30, 2017|
'Break the *****ng door!' Tom said on top of his voice to other four men with him.
The sound of gunshots made Tara look up, they were shooting the lock of the door. Luckily for her, all the men had their backs turned to her, so none saw her looking at them.
They broke the door and the four men rushed into the place, leaving Tom in the lounge.
Six minutes later, they dragged out Aaron to the lounge. He was already wounded and weak, bleeding from the nose.
Tom laughed wickedly on sighting Aaron. The men dragged Aaron to his front and dumped him.
'Where's she?' Tom said, bending to stare into his face.
Aaron bit his lips tightly with teeth stained with blood. He stared back at Tom with mean eyes. He already resigned to his fate. He knew he couldn't escape the death that Marie Wayne had brought him. Right from the day they had first met, his instincts had told him she would bring him trouble but his weak mind and the organ between his legs could not let him resist her offer to sleep with him. His life had not been the same since then as Marie Wayne had threatened to release pictures of them having sex to his wife and that was something he couldn't risk, the game house which his life depended on would be taken away if his wife divorced him. Her blackmail was not for money, rather, she used him to get close to Tom who was a regular gamer in the place. However, he never knew what business existed between her and Tom, he only knew they had frequent arguments.
'Would you answer me? Where is Marie?' Tom barked.
'I don't know where Marie is,' Aaron answered. He tilted his head to the left and spat out blood.
'That's a lie! People spotted Marie Wayne with you three hours ago after she killed my men at the mad house, where did hell did she go after that?' Tom shouted at him.
'I don't know!' Aaron shouted back. 'I don't know what is happening between you and Marie, I'm not the one you should be asking these questions.'
Tom rose up slowly with his eyes squinted, he took a quick glance at one of his men and then fixed his gaze back on Aaron's face.
'Where's the girl she left with you?' Tom asked. Omotara quivered in fear where she was.
Aaron turned his head slowly to the spot Omotara was previously occupying, he squeezed his eyelids together as he turned his face back to Tom. 'She was seated there.'
'Is she that black girl I saw some minutes ago?'
'Yes, she's an African girl.'
'Who is the girl and what is she doing here?'
'I don't know who the girl is, and she's only waiting here, Marie is coming back for her tonight.'
'She's coming back?'
'Are you sure?'
Tom looked around the place for sometime as if he was searching for something, then he turned to his men. 'I want you all to leave this place, tell Anne to come in.'
'Boss, are you sure we should leave?' one of the men asked.
'But how do you handle her alone, she's dangerous you know? She took out all the men at the store gate an hour ago.'
'Yes, leave right away. I have plans for her.'
The men seemed a bit reluctant but finally left one after the other.
'Where's your phone?' Tom asked Aaron after the men left.
'Here,' Aaron squeezed the phone out of his pocket.
'Call Marie and tell her I was here, tell her I left already and I threatened to return. Then let her know you're planning to leave here and you'd be leaving the African girl alone here.'
Aaron stared silently for a while. Then he looked at Tom's face and the pistol being pointed at him. He dialed Marie's number and told her as he was instructed.
'Wait there, I'll meet in the next thirty minutes,' was Marie's response before he cut the call.
Tom took out his own phone and dialed a number, 'Darya, come around the game house, she'd be coming in the next thirty minutes.'
After that, Tom motioned Aaron out of the place with the gun, leaving Omotara in the lounge undiscovered.
She came out of her hiding place and traced them to the hall. She stopped behind the wall where Tom had caught her earlier. The place was dark now as the bulb had been tampered with and there was little risk of her being discovered again.
There were several dead bodies and blood splattered on the floor in the gaming hall. Tom was now seated comfortably on a chair with his gun still pointed at Aaron who was kneeling some distance in front of him. Tara watched them remain in the same position for more close to ten minutes until Tom received a phone call. A lady entered one minute later and Tom rose to speak with her. She was a tall lady just like the Queen but older in age, it was evident from her looks. Tara couldn't hear what they were saying but he knew they spoke in a Russian language. After two minutes of speaking, the lady walked out of Tara's eye view but was still in the building. Tom spoke some words to Aaron who got up to his feet, they both left the gaming Hall for some seconds. The lights went off totally. The whole place became dark. It was only through sounds Tara was able to detect that they returned into the hall, she peeped from the wall and saw a tiny sourve of light being held in Tom's hand as both men returned to their previous positions.
The Queen arrived fifteen minutes later. Omotara recognized her voice when she started to call out Aaron from the entrance. Aaron replied but Omotara could no longer hear their voices, Tom also began to talk to Tarasha in a furious voice. Omotara quietly walked away from behind the wall into the hall, she hid behind one of the tables. Tom's little source of light was now on and Tara could see the Queen's face turned to her. She knew the Queen would have heard her footsteps even though the men didn't hear. One couldn't become a Queen in Nefary Clan without the ability to hear the slightest sound.
Tara could now hear their conversation well. Tom was accusing the Queen of backstabbing him. He said the Queen had killed some politicians and took the key which was in his custody to take all the monies they had embezzled in cash and kept in a store with him. The Queen replied and told him she was only carrying out a job and there were no personal sentiments attached.
The talk got more heated which resulted to the Queen grabbing Tom at the neck and trying to squeeze out life from him. Tom was bigger in size but the Queen was stronger. All of sudden a loud sound was heard and a scream followed. The little source of light in Tom's hand fell and the light went off, nothing could be seen again. Omotara was scared to the bone, she recognized the Queen's voice, it was the Queen who screamed. And that was when Omotara remembered the lady that had entered some minutes before the Queen. She regretted not warning the Queen of her presence.
She had more sounds of fists fight and the moans that followed more was that of the Queen's. Omotara knew the other lady was winning the Queen. She listened carefully and was able to detect the area at which the fighters were, she tiptoed as silently as possible and passed by the wall until she got out of the gaming Hall. She struggled in the dark to locate the switch outside and turned them on.
The lights came on and it happened as a surprise to Tom, Aaron and the lady fighting with the Queen. The noise from the fight had not allow them know when Omotara slipped out. Only the Queen who was an expert in differentiating sounds was aware and heard the sound of every step she took.
The Queen was already badly injured, she was bleeding terribly and was weak, she already sustained an injury on the left leg. But she was able to give a fight after the lights came on. Tom tried to command Aaron to go out to turn back off the lights but the other lady stopped them. She saw that the Queen was already badly injured and was confident that the Queen would die.
The fight continued and this time, the Queen was able to deliver some hits to her opponent, the fight continued as a tie until the other lady discovered that there was an injury on the Queen's leg. That turned it all around. The lady took control of the fight and injured the Queen so badly that one of the arms became useless. Omotara watched with tears in her eyes as her queen was being defeated and Tom cheered while Aaron just watched with a sad face.
The Queen began to speak some incoherent words as the torture for her continued. It looked like she had gone crazy to the others but Omotara knew she was saying something meaningful. She was speaking an esoteric language which the Lords and Queens at the Nefary Clan used. Obviously, Omotara was the one she was speaking to but the teenaget could do nothing as she understood no part of the language. She struggled to listen until a phrase rang in her memory. She remembered that one of the Queens had said it when she (Omotara) was taken to the prison the day before. And what happened after was the lights going off. Omotara decided to turn off the lights, thinking it may be what the Queen was trying to communicate to her. She turned off the lights and there was total darkness again.
The groans and grunts continued for about ten minutes and then it suddenly ceased. Nothing was heard for close to two minutes. Omotara ceased her breath, not knowing what to expect next, same as Aaron and Tom. The next thing they heard was Tom's loud growl. Aaron rushed out of the hall and collided with Omotara outside the hall.
Omotara couldn't understand what was happening, but she decided to give Aaron a fight too. She ended up sinking the knife into his neck. Then there was silence for another five minutes. Omotara had to turn on the lights when she couldn't tell what was happening again. She turned in the light and looked into the hall. Behold, the Queen was seated on the floor trying to tie her wounds with her clothes; she had torn off her shirt, leaving her bra on. Tom and the lady's lifeless bodies could be seen on the floor.
The Queen rose up and limped to the entrance. 'Let's get out of here,' she said to Omotara.
Omotara followed her quietly. Confused. She couldn't tell how the Queen had been able to win the war in the same darkness that was making her loose at the beginning of the fight.
To be continued
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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 9:31pm On Dec 31, 2017|
CHAPTER 14 Part 2
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'Rex,' Tarasha muttered to herself with her eyes closed as she pictured his figure again. She compared him with Darya whose well built figure was still clear in her memory. She and Rex were certainly citizens of the same clan, the tiger clan. But she still couldn't relate the secret the Queen told her to the victory against Darya and how it was going to help her against Rex. It was a mystery that still needed to be unveiled.
The whole house was silent. Patricia sat at the dining table working quietly with her laptop. Two of Cole's phone were on the table. The one which was reserved for communicating with her was behind the top cover of the laptop and the main one he uses was connected to the laptop through a USB cable.
Cole had slept about an hour ago after a sex romp with her. She had put the sleep inducer in a drink for him like she planned. She was certain he was going to sleep until she woke him up by morning, so she did her job confidently. She had gone through the first phone - the one which Cole reserved for her- it was without a security lock, so she was able to go through the phone easily. She found nothing useful in the phone. The only contact on the phone was hers and the messages and online conversations on it were the ones he had with her. The second phone had a security lock and she had connected it to the computer, trying to unlock it without losing or tampering with any of the files. She had been on it for close to ten minutes and was almost done with the task.
She took a glance at the phone's screen one more time before clicking OK on the pop up dialog box. The screen of the phone turned on and it unlocked automatically. She picked the phone and disconnected from the laptop. She clicked on the menu icon and the first thing she navigated to was the phone contacts list. She pulled the notepad at the center of the table closer and picked the pen beside. She started from the first contact on the list and began to study every one; she paid attention to the contacts' name, checked the social media accounts associated with the number and go through the conversation between Cole and the contacts on WhatsApp and other messaging apps.
It was almost three o'clock by the time she got to the thirtieth number. It occurred to her that she couldn't cover all the numbers if she were to continue at that pace. She began to skip some numbers whose names seemed unimportant. She got to a contact stored as 'boss' and clicked on it. She checked the call records first and discovered that there had been only three calls between the number and Cole's. Two outgoing calls and one incoming. She exited and moved to the messages, there were no records of SMSes exchanged between the numbers. Then she navigated to the Whatsapp messenger. Only two messages were found there and they were from Cole to the Boss. The both read; 'Benny has dropped the package' and 'The Police officers are close by', they were dated January 2031. She closed the chat and decided to go through other messages on WhatsApp. Like she expected, she couldn't find any conversation useful to her. She knew most of the important details must have been deleted or the serious chats would have been done done on a more secure chat application.
She closed the app and returned to the contact list. She scribbled down the first number with the name boss, there were two contacts there named 'Boss' but with numbers attached. She opened each of them and repeated the process she went through for the first one. Then she scrolled up the list to the contact named 'Benny'.
After spending another thirty minutes on working on the contact list, she returned to the main menu and began to check for other chat applications that did not reflect in the contact list application. It didn't take her time to find one which seemed like what she was looking for. She opened it and at the top of the chats found a conversation with a contact named 'My Boss' , there were over a thousand messages in the conversation.
'Wake up sweetheart, I thought you planned to leave here early.' Patricia said as she planted a kiss on Victor's lips.
'Uhnn...' Victor snorted as he stretched lazily in the bed. He yawned noisily as he managed to seat up. 'Good morning Pat,' he said, looking at her body as she slipped off her clothes in front of the wardrobe.
'Good morning honey,' she replied without looking at him. She had just taken off he panty and her backside was bare before him.
He felt his male organ rise and felt the urge to grab her from behind but she picked out a towel at that moment and wrapped her body with it as she turned to him.
'I'm going to take my bath now, I prepared breakfast already.' she said as she brushed her hair backwards with her hand. Then she proceeded into the bathroom.
Victor took in a deep breath as he rose up. He had no clothes on except his boxers. He proceeded to the table where his phones were kept since the last night. He tapped one of them on to check the time. He widened his eyes in surprise as he saw the time, it was 6:38am. He had slept so peacefully and sound, after having a nice time with his girlfriend. He unlocked the second phone to check if he had any new messages, there was none yet. He yawned again and dropped the two phones, then he returned to the bed to wait for Patricia to finish having her bath.
Cole turned off the car engine and took off his seatbelt. He picked his phones from the passenger's side and stepped out of the car. He straightened his shirt and began to walk towards the entrance of his house, whistling under his breath. He tried to take off memories of the last night with Patricia from his mind and focus on the day's job but the adventure kept replaying in his mind and he wished he still had her in his arms.
His thoughts were cut off as he came closer to the entrance. Tomi was standing down beside the two-step stairs leading to the verandah, he had not noticed her until then but she had stepped out while he drove the car into the compound. She had on her apron which was a sign that she was already preparing breakfast. The look on her face wasn't too different from that of the day before. Cole wondered if she was going to talk to him or remain mute like she had been since the day before.
'Good morning Tomi,' he greeted as he got to the stairs leading to the verandah. She just stared at him without answering, her hands were folded across her chest and her lips tightened slightly.
He kept staring at her as he walked up. He sighed and turned to the door on seeing she wasn't going to answer him.
'So, you're coming from her right?' Tomi said as he placed his fingers on the knob.
Cole closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He wasn't ready for her tantrums that morning, there was enough work to do and he couldn't imagine starting his day having to listen to her blabbing first.
'Coming from who?' he asked, with a raised eyebrow, hoping she'd ignore his question and he'd walk away with the opportunity.
'From that slut called Patricia,' she slammed.
Tomi's mention of Patricia's name hit Cole as a shock. He wondered how she got the name. His mind searched fast to see if there was any possibility of her to have been stalking him around town without him noticing. There was no possibility, especially because they had different jobs and tasks always assigned by the boss. Then he suddenly remembered that he had once mentioned 'Pat' while talking on phone on a certain day. He believed that was how she must have gotten the name.
'She's not a slut!' he replied her. 'And be careful how you talk about her,' he warned and entered into the house without listening for her reply. He would have replied back by calling her a slut too but he decided to take it lightly because of the sad mood she seemed to have been since the day before.
Tomi took in a deep breath after he slammed the door shut at her. She stared blankly with her arms still folded across her chest, thinking of what to do next.
She took out her phone from the pocket behind the apron and searched out for the number she stored on the phone the day before. She dialed it and waited for the call to be answered.
'Hello,' a tiny voice answered from the other end. There seemed to be an element of surprise in her voice.
'You shameless slut!' Tomi cursed. 'I'm gonna ask you to leave Cole alone in a friendly way right now, but if I ever have to ask you again, you would not like what would happen to you afterwards.' she said and ended the call.
|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by Oyinprince(m): 9:32pm On Dec 31, 2017|
'Who is Cole?' Lizzy asked the caller. 'Hello...' she stared at the phone's screen and noticed that the call had been cut. She stared at the number for a while, wondering who the caller was. She knew that Cole was Victor. She had been surprised when she got a call from an unknown number, being that Victor was the only person she had given the telephone number to. She thought the caller had dialed the wrong number until she heard her mentioned Cole's name.
She clicked on the Truecaller application to check the caller's real name and location but the app was unable to reveal the details.
She was still seated in her car in the parking space of the security organization, waiting for eight o'clock before heading to her office. She took out her second phone from the bag and the notepad in which she had jotted down some few details, she had sent most of the important details in text format straight from Cole's phone into her laptop and from the laptop to her own phone.
She opened her chat application and opened a new conversation with Dave.
'Good morning Dave, I've got so much of details this morning.' she typed and sent. The message was marked sent but wasn't marked delivered yet. She continued by typing in more of the details and then concluded by informing him of the call from the unknown girl, she asked him to call her immediately he read the messages.
ILORIN, KWARA STATE.
The sound of Rex's ringtone woke him from sleep. He opened his eyes and turned around to pick his phone which was by the pillow side. The Inspector General was the one calling.
'Rex, we booked a flight for you to Cross River already. It's leaving by 9am, you have to get ready immediately.'
'What am I going to do in Cross River?' Rex asked in a confident tone as he sat up.
'Samantha Osman called John Bisong this morning and she has asked him to prepare some documents for her which she would be going to get from him by night time today.'
'How sure are you of this?' Rex asked, getting up from the bed.
'Very sure. John Bisong called the Vice President some few minutes ago to tell him about the message she sent regarding it.'
'Which airline did you book for me?' Rex asked as he pulled out a towel from the wardrobe.
International Airport, Ilorin.
Dan and Dave rolled their boxes along with them as they followed a junior NIS officer leading them to the car waiting for them in the garage. The junior officer was also carrying a bag in his hands.
They got to the garage and put their bags into the boot of the car. The junior officer joined the driver at the front seat while the Dan and Dave entered into the car. The driver turned on the car engine and was about to drive off when Dan spoke up.
'Hold on for a second,' he said, reading something on his phone. He then turned back and looked out through the back glass, watching the couple of cars which drove past at that moment. Every other person in the car had their attention turned towards him. 'We can move now,' Dan said after the last of the cars passed.
'What was that for?' Dave asked with a raised eyebrow.
'I wanted to see those cars pass us,' Dan replied without paying much attention. He continued with his activity on the phone.
Dave refrained from asking more questions as it was obvious Dan wasn't ready to keep answering. He took out his own phone and unlocked it. He swiped down the notification bar. He already had so many messages, the highest number and most recent of them from Lizzy.
He went through Lizzy's messages carefully. The look on his face brightened as he read each one. Cole's chat history which Lizzy had gained access to had revealed a lot of his conversations with his boss, Samantha. Dave couldn't fully comprehend the messages but he was sure it was something positive. He read to the end where she asked him to call her immediately he reads the messages but he couldn't at that time. He typed back a reply instead, 'I'll call you when I'm alone, Good work.'
Cole was working in the control room when Tarasha walked in. He glanced towards the door and paused what he was doing to greet.
'Good morning Boss,' he greeted before turning back to the computer.
'Hey Cole, good morning.' she greeted as she proceeded towards the main computer. 'How many cars are we using tomorrow?'
'One should be enough, going with the directions we were given by Henry.' Cole replied.
'What's our escape route?' she took her seat and turned on the system.
'We'd return through the same way we double cross them.'
'Have you checked what the traffic is like on a Saturday?'
'Yes, it's always less busy, especially at that time of the morning.'
'Then we should have it smooth tomorrow.'
'Yes, we should.'
Aguda House, Aso Rock
James glanced at his wristwatch as he hurried towards the house. He was sure his father would be out already. He took out his phone and dialed Vivian's number as he walked the verandah to the entrance.
'Good morning Vivian, I'm coming into Dad's house now. Can we see briefly?' he said into the phone immediately the call was answered.
'Yes, I'm inside.'
'Okay, just come into the living room to meet me,' he said and ended the call.
He got into the house and waited in the living room for some few seconds until Vivian came to join him. He saw her walking down from the stairs, still in her night robe. She didn't look hurt just like Inspector Dakolo had told him but she wasn't looking lively either.
Dakolo had called James late the night before, telling him how Vivian was rescued from the car and how their father prevented them from asking her questions. James offered to do the questioning since he had direct access to his sister and he was also involved in the case.
'Good morning brother,' she said as she entered into the living room.
'Vivian, good morning. Can we sit and talk?'
'Yes, ' she replied, folding her arms.
They both settled on the three seater sofa, facing each other.
'So, what happened to you yesterday?' I'm aware you were on your way to the airport.' James began.
'Nothing, I only had a minor accident due to the carelessness of my driver. The doors of the car were shut,' she lied.
'Minor accident?' James widened his eyes questioningly. 'Come on, stop hiding the truth from me. I'm your blood.'
'Brother,' Vivian called and sighed. 'Dad does not want me to tell this to anybody.'
'I know, but am I anybody?' he asked, looking straight into her eyes. 'And even if Daddy wants you to hide it from me too, should you?'
James paused to see her reaction. She was expressionless, so he continued.
'I think our Dad is facing something dangerous that could harm him and us, and it'll be crazy to hide it from ourselves. You should talk to me so that we can both make plans on what to do, to help our Father and ourselves. It won't do us any good if your hide it from me.'
Vivian sighed and closed her eyes briefly. She stared into his eyes and took in another breath. 'But do you promise you won't let Dad know if I tell you?' she questioned James.
'Vivian, it's not about letting Dad know or not here. It's first about our safety and his.'
'Are you sure we'd actually find a solution if I tell you?'
'Come on, you've not even told me yet. How do I know there'll be a solution if I don't know the problem yet?'
Vivian closed her eyes and shook her head gently, it seemed she was making a tough decision not to keep what happened to herself like she promised her father.
'Tell me Vivian, what really happened yesterday?'
'I was supposed to travel but Samantha Osman sent someone to stop me from traveling.'
'Yes, she sent a guy and he said I'm not allowed to travel until my father is punished for all the wrong things he has done.'
'All the wrong things?' James frowned. 'Did he tell you what these wrong things are?'
'No, but...' Vivian sighed again. 'I've seen him before, he actually came with the wrong things the first time.'
'I don't understand.'
'Samantha Osman has sent him to me before, he came to meet me at a studio. It's part of the reasons Dad arranged for me to leave the country quickly.'
'Huh? What did he tell you when he came the first time?'
'He gave me a file to give Dad.'
'A file? What file?'
'A file containing documentations of a deal by a certain NOTD firm, the Ministry of Health and some foreign health companies.'
'Wow!' James inhaled and let out air from his mouth. He got up from the seat and began to pace in front of the three seater slowly.
'What's wrong?' Vivian asked.
'Nothing,' he suddenly stopped and sat down again. 'Did you give the file to Dad? And what did he say after receiving it?'
'Actually the file carries his signatures and passport photographs showing that he signed the illegal deals for the NOTD firm,' she paused to look at James' face. He was paying full attention to her. 'Dad denied knowing anything about the deals, he said they were the works of his enemies who wants to Tanisha his.'
'Hmm...' James got up from the seat again and paced the floor for a while. 'I received a file too,' James said, after sitting down again. She seemed confused by his statement. 'Samantha came to me in person and asked me to deliver the file to Dad.'
'Wow!' Vivian exclaimed with her eyes widened.
'What do you think about the allegations they made against Dad?' James asked.
A confused look appeared on Vivian's face, she seemed to have a hard time giving the answer to the question.
'I don't know, but Dad says he knows nothing and I think we should believe him.'
'I don't think he knows nothing, I think he was really involved in those terrible deals.'
'You think so?'
'Yes, I do. Let's look at the facts together...'
To be continued
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14 Part 3
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© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
Ilorin, Kwara State.
Dan, Dave and the junior NIS officer sat at different angles of the large office room, each studying different files and documents.
'I don't still understand why the deceased's wife hasn't been questioned by the police officers yet,' Dave said as he walked slowly to the center of the office with an opened file in his hands, reading as he walked.
'I learnt it's an instruction from the Inspector General not to trouble her yet until she's fit enough,' the junior NIS officer replied.
'But that's delaying investigation, isn't it until the investigation has been tried that we can determine whether she's fit or not? But right now, there has been no trial whatsoever.' Dave complained.
'The Police and the rules they make sometimes have no sense in them,' the junior officer shrugged.
Dave flashed a look at Dan who seemed not to be interested in their conversation.
'Dan, what's up? Have you found anything? Dave asked.
'Not yet bro,' Dan replied without looking up.
Dave walked to Dan's seat and took a minute to look at what Dan was doing. Dan was reading something totally different from the case at hand. He had abandoned the case file on the table after not being able to come out with anything significant.
'Dan, we need to ask the man's wife some questions.' Dave said in a tired tone. He drew a chair closer and sat down.
Dan finally looked up, 'Let's reach the Chairman, he can give us a directive that will override the one given to the police not to question her.'
'How soon do we expect a result after we do that?'
'In one hour time, that's if the Chairman believes that we should be allowed to see her.'
AFTER THE INTERROGATION
'Do you think it makes sense to conclude that the same Samantha Osman who killed Eze Okafor also killed Garuba Ahmed?' Dan asked as they walked back into the NIS office. He dropped his key on the table and sank into the chair.
'Of course it doesn't make sense,' Dave replied him. 'The woman claimed that Samantha Osman came into their house at midnight with their son and she left after taking a document from the man without hurting anyone.'
'I really doubt if the person who visited them was Samantha Osman,' Dan said.
'You doubt? Why?'
'Don't you see that the timing does not make sense? Samantha Osman was seen at the hospital in Nnewi as at the same time the woman claimed he was at their home.'
'So who do you think we should believe? The security officers who claimed they saw her without providing any proof or this lady, her son and gateman who all confessed that she got into their house at midnight?'
'The both parties have no proof, we can't judge with what they tell us.' Dan replied.
'Yea, you're right.' Dave replied, even though he already took sides with a party. 'But... I don't see any reason Mrs Garuba would come up with a lie.'
'I don't think she wanted to lie too, I think she was deceived. She most likely was visited by someone else who claimed to be Samantha Osman.'
'What if the security officers at the hospital also saw someone else?'
'They saw her face and identified her to be the same woman in the pictures we released. But Mrs Garuba said the person who came to them was putting on a mask and that makes her unable to identify the face and the son does not remember her face. He claims he was drunk then.'
'I don't think that guy was just drunk, I think he was drugged.'
'Humn... That's another thing we need to look into,' Dan interjected. 'If their son Toheeb could still remember that he brought a girl home that night and the only thing he doesn't remember is her face, there's a higher possibility that Samantha Osman wasn't the girl. This I say because; normally, Samantha Osman would drug everyone that saw her with benryl for them to forget their encounter with her.'
'Hmm... And what if she was rushing and forgot to do that? Just like she did forget the numerous identity cards in the car.'
'I don't think those Identity cards can implicate her, that's why she's didn't bother to take them. Now that she knows they must have gotten into our hands, she would dissociate herself totally from all the companies whose cards she framed. But forgetting to give benryl to them is something unlikely to happen with her, she never wants them to remember what she did with them.'
'Anyhow we see it, we still need physical proofs like you rightly said.'
Dan sat upright and took a quick glance at his wristwatch. 'We've got to see that officer that was with the senator when he was attacked,' he said.
'We were told he's conscious already, let's wait till we're called that he's fit enough to talk to us.'
INSPECTOR KEHINDE'S RESIDENCE, ASADAM.
'So, he didn't tell you about anyone visiting his house midnight that day?' Dan asked Inspector Kehinde. Dave watched in silence while Dan conducted the interrogation.
All three were seated in Inspector Kehinde's residence. The Inspector had been discharged from the hospital few hours ago and had gone straight to his house to take a rest. The Secret Agents had gone to meet him at home without prior notice, cutting short his rest.
'I believe he was planning to but he didn't get there before the man who attacked us came in,' Inspector Kehinde replied.
'What are the things he told you before the man came?' Dan questioned further.
'He was only talking about how he needed to tighten his security as the election approaches and that he'd like if I lead his security team or recommend someone to do it,' Kehinde answered.
'And that was all you guys discussed?'
'Yes, that was what we discussed until the interruption.'
'So, do you think the attacker was sent by Samantha Osman?' Dan asked.
''Ermm...' the man's face twitched a little bit uncomfortably. 'The officers who got his remains already confirmed that they got it in Samantha Osman's car.'
'But do you think that is accurate?'
'Of course, it is. I believe they made such declaration with necessary proofs and I don't even have a say in it because I was in the hospital while all that happened.'
'Alright,' Dan said and took in a breath. 'What else do you have to help us with?'
'I'm afraid I have nothing else, I have no other information apart from the one I've given you.'
'Okay,' Dan replied. He adjusted himself on the seat and flashed a look at Dave. Dave shrugged as a signal to him. 'Thank you so much Inspector Kehinde, we would like to take our leave now,' Dan said and got up to his feet. Dave followed suit.
'It's my pleasure sirs,' Kehinde said and got up to shake the men's hands. He followed them to the door and opened it for them. 'Rest well sirs,' he said and bowed slightly as Dan stepped out first. Dave stopped briefly at the entrance and turned to look at the Kehinde again. Kehinde frowned as their eyes met, feeling uncomfortable with the stare. 'Till we see again Inspector,' Dave said with a smile before stepping out to join Dan.
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'I still believe the lady that visited them at midnight wasn't Samantha,' Dan said as they stepped into the car.
'That's the most logical thing to believe right now,' Dave said in reply, even though he didn't believe. He stepped into the passenger's side and closed the door. He knew the Inspector was hiding something and he needed to find out what that thing was.
Victor parked his car in the compound and stepped out hurriedly. He found himself inside the house without wasting time and was welcomed with Patricia's embrace and a kiss on his lips.
'Pat,' he said, looking at her smiling face with so much seriousness. Her hands were still wrapped around his neck and his on her waist. 'What happened to you?'
'Nothing,' Patricia replied, still smiling.
'But... But you called me to meet you here immediately and you said it was urgent.'
'Yes, I did call you to meet me here right away and I said it was urgent.' she replied. They were still locked in the embrace.
'So what happened?'
Patricia broke away from his hold and walked to the three seater sofa, she picked a neatly folded A4 paper on it and brought it to Victor. She stretched it forth to him at first but quickly withdrew her hand as he tried to collect it.
'Guess what's in it first?' she said, still smiling.
Victor sighed, staring at her face tiredly. He had thought something bad had happened to her when she called him on phone and asked him to meet her at the house immediately. With the urgency that sounded in her voice, he had left what he was doing to rush down to her. She had gotten into the house before him as he already gave her own keys to the doors in the house.
'Guess...' she urged when she saw him still looking at her speechlessly.
'Ermm...' he began to rack his brain. 'Are you pregnant for me?' he blurted out. That was the only thing coming to his mind.
'Oh no! I'm not pregnant, how could I be?'
'Hmm... Okay,' he replied and began to think again. He wondered why she asked him 'How could I be?', then he remembered that she had always used protection anytime they had sex and even brought out an extra for him always when he forgot his own. 'I don't know what it is Pat, just spill it out.'
'Okay,' she blinked her eyes playfully for a moment and then gave him the paper. 'I just got a new job with Bevi International.'
'Wow! That's great,' he forced on a smile as he read through the employment letter which she had printed from her email inbox. 'Congratulations,' he said and spread his hands out to hug her again.
She stayed wrapped her hands around his body and located his lips with hers. She stopped after a brief kiss but still remained locked in his embrace. 'I want you to congratulate me better, that's why I called you here,' she said and began to take off the buttons of his shirt slowly.
He tried to speak up and resist but she covered his mouth with hers again. Soon, they were on the sofa, half unclad and kissing each other desperately. Patricia reached out for her phone which had been placed on the sofa earlier, she unlocked it while kissing him and navigated to her call register, she dialed the last number on the list. She then dropped the phone back and continued fully with him.
The remaining clothes on their bodies were taken off soon and the real action began, both forgetting caution this time.
'Just tell me loudly how you love me,' Patricia said amidst her loud moans as he moved to and fro on top of her.
'I love you Pat, I love you with my life.' Victor repeated aloud as she requested.
Inspector Kehinde's Residence.
'Who is it?' Kehinde asked in response to the sound of the bell.
His wife who was seated by his side and resting her head on his chest reduced the television volume with the remote control.
They could hear a response from the person at the door but couldn't hear the words clearly.
'Please honey, let me check the person.' Kehinde said to his wife as he got up and proceeded towards the door. He wondered who could be at the door at that time of the night. He had checked the time on the wall clock before getting up. It was only fourteen minutes before the gate guarding the whole house would be locked. He concluded in his mind that it must be one of his neighbors in the building. It was one of those days he wished he already lived in his own house where he could lock the main gate at anytime he wants and create a limit to the time unwanted visitors had access to his door.
He peeped through the door hole and saw the visitor. He became instantly worried as he wondered what the reason for his coming could be.
'Agent, what do I owe this visit tonight?' he asked as he opened the door halfway.
'Good evening Inspector Kehinde,' Dave greeted.
'Good evening Agent, what can I do for you?' Kehinde replied in a tone that made it obvious to the agent that his presence wasn't welcomed.
'We need to talk Inspector,' Dave replied unperturbed.
'What do we need to talk about?'
'You have to let me in or come out.'
'Look Agent, my family is already asleep. We have to discuss anything we want to do right here,' Inspector Kehinde said in low tones.
'Honey! Who's there?' the Inspector's wife called from inside.
'It's one of our neighbors,' Kehinde replied back. 'I'm coming in a minute time,' he said before turning back to Dave. 'One minute Agent, can we proceed?'
Dave stared at him for some seconds, he didn't want to go about his mission brutally, he would have dealt with the Inspector for not regarding him well enough.
'Inspector, I want to know what Senator Garuba Ahmed said to you before his death.'
'I think I already told you and your partner earlier today when you visited, what else do you want me to tell you?'
'You and I know that you didn't say the truth,' Dave replied. He paused for three seconds to stare at the man's face. 'I know for sure that Senator Garuba Ahmed confided in you and you're scared to tell just anybody what he said to you and that's why I'm here, you need to tell me, because I'm one person who is committed to unveiling the truth.'
The Inspector stared at him in silence for a while, then bit his lower lip slightly. 'No one would say he isn't working for the truth, every Agent and officers claims to be committed to the truth.'
'You need to trust me Inspector, I've been on this case for a long time. I believe that Samantha Osman did not kill the Senator and I know you believe that too. I also believe that she didn't kill Eze Okafor.'
Inspector Kehinde pondered deeply on the Agent's last sentence. That was the first person after Senator Garuba Ahmed who he heard saying confidently that Samantha Osman wasn't the killer of Eze Okafor. Maybe the Agent was the right person to tell the truth after all, seeing the possibility that the Agent knew the same thing the senator knew that made him defend Samantha Osman before his death.
He stepped out of his house and closed the door. 'Yes, senator Garuba Ahmed confided in me. He told me about Samantha Osman's visit to his house at midnight.'
'Did he tell you details?'
'Yes, he did.' the Inspector replied, leading Dave away from the entrance to a quiet place. 'The Senator also believes that she didn't kill Eze Okafor, he was confident about it just like you are.'
'What do you think made him confident that way?'
'I think it was the meeting with her that changed his perception about her, he thought she was fighting for a good cause.'
'And what do you think about it? Is she really fighting for a good cause?'
'I don't believe she was fighting for a good cause but I believe she didn't kill Eze Okafor if it was really her that visited the senator that night. I heard the details of the news this night and comparing the time of Eze Okafor's death to her visit to the Senator's house, it couldn't have been possible for her to be in two places at a time.'
'Did the senator tell you what document she came for?'
'Yes, some documents which were signed long ago. They are documents incriminating the Vice President, about some illegal businesses he carried out as the deputy governor of Lagos State.'
'He didn't mention the illegal businesses?'
'He called them deals, I think they were done with the Vice President's pharmaceutical company.'
'Does the Vice President own a pharmaceutical company?'
'I don't know of any but if senator Garuba Ahmed said so, then it must be true.'
'Did he have any idea what Samantha Osman planned to use the documents for?'
'He mentioned a buried case against the Vice President and said the documents are the proof of the Vice President's guiltiness. He believed that Samantha Osman is trying to make the Vice President pay.'
'Hmm... That's interesting,' Dave drew in a breath deeply. He remained silent for a moment as he tried to connect the new information with the data already stored in his brain. 'Do you still have something else to tell me?'
'No, I think I just told you all I know.'
'Thank you very much Inspector, Thank you for trusting me. I'd advise that you keep this information you have carefully for now, it could bring you into danger.'
'I know Agent, thank you.'
'Goodnight Inspector,' Dave said and offered him a handshake.
'Goodnight Agent,' Inspector Kehinde replied and turned back to his apartment. His wife was already waiting for him at the door.
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14 pt 3 continuation
JAMES ELVIS' RESIDENCE
James pondered on the day's event as he walked to his apartment. All through his stay in the office that day, his mind had been on his father's case and the file Samantha Osman brought. It was obvious from Samantha Osman's relentlessness that his father was guilty. And even if his father wasn't guilty, he had expected that the man report the file to the police himself.
He couldn't think of where to start in investigating the file's veracity and he was afraid to even start. He was so sure of his father's guilt.
He got into his house in a few minutes and turned on the light. Just like it happened a few days ago, Samantha Osman was seated in the same position and dressed in the same way, the only difference was that it didn't come too much as a shock to James and he didn't try to bring out his gun.
'Welcome, James Elvis.' Tarasha said without looking up, she was playing with the gun in her hands and staring at the floor. 'I came to make a report against the Vice President to you and I see you've not done anything about it yet,' she said and looked up briefly. She faced down again. 'I know I may not succeed if I take him to court myself, and so I've decided to wait till Monday night to see your actions on it. But if you don't act, I'd release the evidences I have to the media which includes the original copies of the documents in the files I gave to you and a lot more. So the course case would be your father and the public. '
She picked a file from the floor and rose up to her feet. She stared at the file for a moment before she began to proceed towards the door. 'I'll give you till Monday night, don't forget.'
She left him on the spot like she did the first time and drove away in her car. The new file she brought along contained more documents against the Vice President. She had planned on giving them to James like she did with the first file but she changed her mind just to protect Dr Ekwueme. The file and documents were prepared by the doctor himself, so she wondered why he gave it to her when he knew it would put him in trouble as he himself was involved in the child trafficking crime.
To be continued
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|Re: Tarasha 2 - The Return For Revenge by becca2017(f): 11:28pm On Jan 08|
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Chapter 14 Part 4
® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
INSPECTOR GENERAL’S RESIDENCE.
The Inspector General sat quietly in his living room, waiting for the network news by 10pm to begin. He had missed the one by 8pm. As the hour hand moved close to twelve, the phone by his side rang. He picked up his phone to check the caller and then reduced the TV volume with the remote control.
‘Rex,’ he said into the phone, clearing his throat. ‘I’ve been busy all day but consciously expecting a report from you.’
‘The man just got into his house with his entourage, I’ve been following them for more than five hours and nothing is happening.’
‘Ermm… John Bisong says she asked to meet him between five to six pm in the evening.’
‘I’ve been following before then, there are no signs of her or anyone else around. But I can see from the man’s body language that he is also alert and ready for her,’ Rex replied.
‘Okay, give me some minutes to reach the Vice President. I’ll get back to you.’
He picked his remote control to increase the TV volume a bit before dialing the Vice President’s number.
‘Good evening your excellency,’ Chief Rikau greeted.
‘Good evening IG, have you heard anything from Rex yet?’ Chief Elvis replied from the other end.
‘I spoke to him just now and…’
‘Has he come in contact with Samantha Osman there?’ Chief Elvis cut in.
‘No, he hasn’t even seen any trace or sign of her. But has John Bisong called you?’
‘He called me first about two hours ago and then thirty minutes ago, he hasn’t seen signs of her too,’ the Vice President replied.
‘Does that mean she isn’t going to show up anymore?’
‘I don’t think that’s what it means, she might just have changed her schedule. John Bisong is the police commissioner of his State, it will never be easy for her to get to him.’
‘I know, but I’m wondering why she decided to tell him she was coming. Did she tell the Garuba Ahmed and Eze Okafor too?’
‘I’m not the one to answer that question, you’re the Inspector General of Police, you should know if she did send them messages before visiting them.’
‘There are no records suggesting that, but it is very possible she did it in the case of Garuba Ahmed.’
‘And he didn’t report to the police in his state?’
‘The officers in Ilorin have no record of any such report. And the content of the message she might have sent him might be totally different from this pattern.’
‘I understand you, Rex should still stick around and watch. She might show up unexpectedly.’
‘Yes, I’ll call him back now. He should stay and be more vigilant.’
May 3, 2031.
The atmosphere was moisty that morning. Droplets of water from the sky touched the ground occasionally. The Inspector General sat alone at the backseat of his car, his driver and one other escort at the front seats. The light from his tablet device which he held in his hand reflected on his face, his fingers worked gently on the device and his eyes were focused on the screen.
He was already tired of the weekly routine but had no choice as the doctor had threatened that it was important to follow the routine until his injured leg was perfectly healed except he doesn’t want to walk with his legs anymore.
Five minutes left for them to get to the hospital, they noticed a car driving speedily from behind with the headlights shining brightly. Chief Rikau’s driver moved to the slow lane to allow passage of the coming car. It wasn’t unusual to them, a lot of cars using the road at that time of the day moves on high speeds as there’ll be only very few cars on the road.
It came as a surprise when the vehicle overtook them and swerved to their front. The driver and other escort of the Inspector General were proactive. The driver took off his seatbelt and they both took out their guns. But before they could do anything, a man was already out of the attacking vehicle and bullets from his gun pierced through the front glass.
‘Sir!’ the guard at the passengers’ front seat shouted in concern for his boss as he bent his head to dodge the bullets. He opened the door carefully and rolled out of the car to the ground. The driver had also rolled out of the car in the same manner, trying to engage the shooter while his colleague took care of their boss.
‘Please, step out sir,’ the guard said to the Inspector General as he opened the backdoor.
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With his head bowed, the Inspector General dragged himself to the door and rolled out.
‘Shh…’ the shooter already appeared at their front before he could complete his statement. The driver had been killed already. The guard tried to lift his gun but a bullet ran into his head at that moment and he fell to the ground lifelessly.
‘Inspector General,’ the shooter hailed in a mocking voice, flashing his teeth at the man.
The street lights were bright enough to make Chief Rikau recognized his face immediately, it was the same guy that came to rescue Samantha Osman about two months before. He placed his knees on the ground and put his hands in the air to surrender.
‘Get up,’ Cole said, motioning him to rise with the gun in his hand.
The Inspector General rose slowly, still with his hands raised in the air.
‘This way,’ Cole directed him towards the car parked in front.
The Inspector General remained still for a while wondering how he would make the movement to the car with his bad leg.
‘Come on, start moving,’ Cole was getting impatient.
‘My leg is bad, If I have to move, I have to support myself with the car.’ the Inspector General replied, lowering his hands slowly.
‘Be fast about it then,’ Cole ordered.
Chief Rikau placed his elbows on the top of the car to support himself and walked forward. Cole followed him with the gun, watching him closely to ensure he doesn’t make any tricky move. The Inspector General managed until he passed the bonnet of the car where he could no longer support himself by leaning against the car. He dragged his injured leg slowly until he got to the car in front. Cole opened the back door and allowed him to get in.
Chief Rikau noticed a lady at the driver’s side of the car as he struggled to settle at the backseat in pains. She turned her face to him when he had finally settled and Cole had closed the door. His heart was gripped with fear. He recognized her face at once, and his lips trembled as he tried to speak but found no word to utter.
Cole got into the car through the other side. He took out something from his pocket and moved closer to the man. The man’s eyes closed slowly and he fell sideways unconsciously.
‘Let’s go boss,’ Cole said to Tarasha.
Tarasha remained still for a while, looking thoughtful. Then she turned to Cole at the back. ‘Let’s get those dead bodies into the car and move the car away from here.’
Cole stared at her thinly for a while, wondering what the reason was for the new instruction. He took in a deep breath and reluctantly opened the door to carry out the instruction.
She stepped out of the vehicle to join him. Together, they moved the body of the first man and the second one into the boot. Tarasha stopped for some seconds to stare at the blood stains at the place they carried the second body from. She then turned back to Cole. ‘I think we neglected some aspects of planning…’ she paused for a moment. ‘We never considered this aspect actually.’
‘What are you talking about Boss?’ Cole asked with a raised eyebrow. ‘Are you talking about doing it with no trace?’
‘No, they can’t trace us right now.’ She sighed and checked her phone for the time. ‘We’re wasting a lot of time already, just drive to somewhere the car won’t be discovered easily and abandon it there.’
‘Boss…’ Cole frowned. ‘That may get me into trouble, the day is getting brighter.’
‘It doesn’t have to be somewhere far, just anywhere to keep their bodies undiscovered for few hours.’
‘Okay,’ Cole drew in a breath. He closed the boot of the car and proceeded to the driver’s side. He entered into the car and took a few seconds to look around, he picked out some of the devices in the vehicle and handed them over to Tarasha. ‘I’ll see you at the base in one hour time,’ he said after closing the door.
‘Good,’ Tarasha smiled at him and returned to their vehicle.
‘Here,’ Tara handed a phone ringing with a loud tone to Henry. They both sat on wooden chairs directly facing each other
Henry collected the phone and glanced at the screen to see the caller’s ID. He glanced at Tara’s face one more time before he answered the call. He placed it on loud speakers.
‘Good morning Doc,’ he said in reply to the caller’s greeting.
‘Good morning, ermm… What about the Inspector General? We haven’t seen him yet and we’d like to remind him of the check up at the hospital this morning.’
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‘Yea, the IG is pretty occupied with state matters this morning. He’d be coming to the hospital as soon as he can.’
‘Okay, please encourage him not to miss today’s treatment. He needs to be consistent to ensure perfect healing for his legs,’ the doctor said.
‘Yea, he’d surely be there later today.’ Henry said before ending the call. ‘Hope I did it well,’ he said as he handed back the phone to Tara.
‘Excellent, now we’ve got to proceed to other things immediately.’ She got up from the seat and proceeded towards the door. Henry got up and followed her.
Cole almost collided with Tara at the door. He apologized and stepped back for her to come out of the room, Henry followed after.
‘Did you find a good place to dump the car?’ she asked Cole and began to walk down the corridor after taking only a glance at him.
‘Yes, I did. No one should be able to discover the car until evening time.’
‘Great work,’ she said and continued walking until they got to the door of a room. She stopped after placing her hand on the knob, ‘Can someone get us a bucket of water.’
‘Okay, I’ll do that right away.’ Henry said and walked off immediately.
Tara opened the door and stepped into another room. The room was large and dark. There were only two chairs in it, both at different opposite corners.
‘Please bring the chairs closer for an interrogation,’ Tara said to Cole.
She walked to the centre of the room where Chief Rikau was laid flat on the tiled floor. She placed two fingers on his neck and observed for some seconds. The man was putting on a yellow track suit. The shirt under the polo had been rolled up while he was laid and his belly was visible.
Henry returned with the bucket of water while Cole was still arranging the chairs. He placed the bucket close to the spot where the Inspector General was laid. Tarasha dipped her hand into the water and sprinkled some of it on the man’s face. There was no visible response. After one minute, she repeated the process again but the man still did not respond. Then she got up and carried the bucket by the handle, she then poured the whole of the water from his face to his legs. The man opened his eyes and began to stretch.
Everything was blurry to him at first. He felt so strange and awkward, with his whole body drenched with water. A heavy wind blew in at that moment from the windows signifying the coming of rain.
Someone pointed a torch light to his face and he quickly shielded his eyes with his hand. The light was taken away and he looked up. He could see the reflection of three people standing around him, he noticed that two of them were males and one female. His brain worked fast and his memory came alive, he remembered how he was taken some hours ago. A headache set in at that moment.
Someone pulled him up and helped him to sit on a nearby chair. He breathed heavily as he was balanced on the seat, his extremely wet clothes on his body making him feel so dirty. He could now see properly, he recognized those in the room with him. He expected to see Cole and Samantha Osman but he was extremely surprised to see Henry E.G in their midst. He never thought the well respected hacker and seasoned developer could get so involved with the assassins.
‘Inspector General,’ Tara called in mockery before sitting in front of him. They stared at each other’s faces in silence for a while. The man closed his eyes and bowed his head. One couldn’t tell whether he did in shame or if he was simply making up his mind not to be broken easily. ‘Look up man,’ Tara said to him.
It took him sometime before he looked up and stared at her face. He had never thought that this day would ever come, at least not this soon. And the fact that she was even supposed to be at Cross River’s state baffled him more. He didn’t know what to expect, questions or torture. But the only thing he was sure of was that the end result of all would be his death except there was a divine intervention.
He closed his eyes briefly mumbled some words of prayer in Arabic, asking God to forgive his sins and accept him into heaven whenever Samantha finally decides to kill him.
‘Inspector General, do you have a family?’ Tara asked.
The expression on the man’s face changed at that moment. He didn’t expect that kind of question. He stared at her face without replying, wondering what her reason for asking the question was. He didn’t want to answer. He decided not to. He didn’t want to corrupt the prayer be had just made by his words. He went further to decide in his mind to keep shut without answering any of the questions she or any other person would ask him. He would keep mute until death.
‘Speak up, Inspector General, I don’t want to make you go through any torture.’ she urged. She knew the answer to the question already but wanted to hear from him, she had a different aim.
He remained mute and unwavering. He knew that there was no way he was going to escape torture but his mind was made up, never to give in to her. He hoped he could keep up his decision.
Tara got up from the seat and stood behind it. She stared at the man’s face for some more seconds. She could sense his determination not to make things easy for them and she determined in her mind to make him suffer too.
A phone began to ring in Tara’s pocket and it got the man’s attention. It was his phone. She took it out and glanced at the screen. The caller ID was displayed bodily ‘REX’.
‘Rex is calling,’ she said with a chuckle as she turned the screen to him. The man groaned uncomfortably on his seat. Tara turned to Henry as she dipped a hand into her pocket. ‘Check his text messaging pattern,’ she said to Henry before turning back to the Inspector General. She walked closer to him and stopped right in front. They stared at each other for a moment. She then took her hand out of her pocket and placed it on his shoulders. The man fell sideways as he went unconscious. She stopped him from falling to the ground and laid him gently on the floor.
‘Tie him to the burglary proof, he would be tortured when he is awake.’ she said to Cole and began to walk to the door. Henry followed her and they got into the corridor.
‘These things you use frequently, don’t they have adverse effects on the victims later?’ Henry asked as they walked down the corridor together.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I mean the drugs you use, for example, the tranquilizer you used on the man just now?’
‘The effects are minimal and can be washed away easily if he goes on a medical checkup, they only become dangerous when there’s a continued use.’ she explained. Henry nodded, he seemed comfortable with the answer. ‘So, have you checked his messaging pattern?’
‘Yes, they’re brief and straight to the point, no short forms of words used.’
‘Okay, check if he has any previous message with Rex before we send one.’
‘Yes, he does. I read through all of them. You want us to send Rex a message?’
‘Yea, let’s make him think the Inspector General is busy.’
‘Okay,’ Henry replied. They both walked into the room they were seated before and got settled on the chairs.
Henry composed the message immediately. ‘I’m in a meeting, can you send a text message?’ he clicked send and the message got delivered immediately. ‘Message sent,’ he said and looked up at Tara’s face. ‘So, what plan do you have for the Inspector General? Are we sticking to the previous plan?’
‘He’s not speaking up and I don’t think he’s gonna get broken with torture, he looks determined to keep mute.’
‘Is there anyone who doesn’t break with torture?’ Henry asked.
Tara chuckled. ‘Yes, not everybody breaks with torture, some have learnt to keep their body under subjection and it doesn’t matter what you do to their bodies, they will never do your will.’
‘So you mean we can’t get any information from him if he decides to remain mute?’
‘We can still get a lot of information but we can’t get all we need. We can infuse some drugs into his body which would make him answer our questions but it would weaken him, and may destroy his mental faculties, he would be unfit to make the videos we planned to make.’
Henry let out a deep breath. ‘I thought we already had a perfect plan.’
‘It is still a perfect plan. I may be wrong about him not breaking with torture. We’d torture him first and see the results before considering the options of using drugs. Any way we do it, it’s a win win situation for us.’
To be continued
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