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This is one beautiful piece, i have read part 1, really had to read and follow part 2. I must confess, this is creativity at it's peak. It shows a lot about hope for a better Nigeria, with top notch security, medicial facilities and lots more. That aside reading about a villian and loving them is a some what uphill task but the writer has succeeded in making tarasha a force to be reckon with. This is an awesome piece and i will definitely be following, thanks alot and may your source of inspiration and Knowledge never run dry.

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nice one oyin

but this one dat cole is collecting provision shaa.
i hope it will not lead trasha to any trouble.

ah doff my hat for u bro.....
u re dah bomb...,.,,.ill love to watch diz in cinemas


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oga come and update oo

Chap 9 pt 4

'Have you reported the incident to the police?' Mr Sylvester finally asked after the long moment of silence.

'No,' Dave shook his head.

'No? I thought they should be the first you would have reached.'

'No, not yet sir.'

'Not yet, when?'

'Very soon.'

'Very soon, what do you mean by very soon?' the man narrowed his look. 'How can you be attacked and you are saying you've not reported, and you are not even ready to report?'

'Sir, it's strictly for personal reasons.'

'For personal reasons?' Mr Sylvester narrowed his eyes, he now had more reasons not to believe Dave .

'Yes, I can't let it out for now.'

'Dave,' the man called softly. 'Except you're able to prove your claim, you might have to face the punishments attached to being absent from the office for so long without permission.'

'Sir, I know the corporation has it's rules and regulations but I'm not here to continue.' Dave said. He rose up slightly and took something out, he sat back as he placed the envelope on the table. 'I have come to tender my resignation letter.'

Mr Sylvester's eyes widened in surprise, a resignation letter was what he least expected from Dave. 'You must be joking,' he said, pushing back the letter to Dave.

'I'm sorry sir, I just can't continue this job. My life is being threatened,' Dave said, shaking his head as he let out a breath.

'No, we have a strong policy here and you have to follow it.'

'But sir, how can I continue when my life is in danger?'

'What do you mean by saying your life is in danger? Did the NSCC send the men to beat you up?' Mr Sylvester shouted. Though he was angry and wanted badly for Dave to be queried for his sudden absence for days, he wasn't ready to lose another competent employee and he began to accept the fact slowly in his mind, he now regretted sending the text to Inspector Dakolo instead of protecting Dave.

Dave shook his head again and swallowed in. It was obvious to Mr Sylvester that he was hiding something and was desperate to keep it to himself.

'Tell me, those men that attacked you, do they have any connection with the NSCC?' the man asked again but Dave was silent.

Mr Sylvester's phone vibrated on the table and he swiped it open with the tip of a finger, there was a pop-up message on the screen from Officer Dakolo. It read, 'Just keep him there, I'll be in your office in five minutes time.'

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He kept glancing out through the window from time to time for signs of the EasyShoppers vehicle and would take a look at his wristwatch after every glance outside. The EasyShoppers delivery guys were over ten minutes late already and that wasn't the EasyShoppers he knew, they always arrived on time and were never late for delivery. He was about to pick his phone to call and inform Tarasha about their lateness when he saw the EasyShoppers minivan driving towards the parking space from the road.

He quickly turned the rearview mirror to face and took a quick look at the reflection. He took out an handkerchief from his side to clean his face again. Tarasha had instructed for him to clean the off the makeups after acquiring the car she sent him to, she had asked him to run more errands that'll cause the makeups to fade off gradually and disfigure the look on his face.

The van got into the parking space a minute later and halted right beside his car. He got out before the engine of the van was switched off and waited for the delivery man or woman at the front of his car.

Someone came out from the driver's side, a young woman. She locked the door and took some steps towards the back to check the other doors. She had a stunning look and elegant walking steps. Cole observed her from the second she placed the first leg outside, she had on the EasyShoppers customized top but a short skirt which stopped above the knee contrary to the EasyShoppers mode of dressing which included the women also putting on trousers. The EasyShoppers customized top was a round necked collared short sleeve shirt with only three buttons at the top, it had their logo at the belly side and their motto written under it.

Before Cole knew it, a gorgeous lady was standing right in front of him. He wouldn't have been so carried away by her presence but the fragrance and concentration of her perfume was enough to sweep one away.

'Good afternoon sir, I'm Patricia.' the lady greeted the stunned Cole.

'Good afternoon ma'am,' he greeted back and shook his head gently and briefly, deciding to shake her off his mind immediately.

'I'm sorry for coming late, I'm new to this job and it took me sometime to locate this place.' she apologized with a kind smile.

Cole nodded and smiled back in acceptance of her apology. He looked away from her face as she was staring into his eyes in a way that made him not too comfortable.

She looked away also, realizing the impact she had on him. It was her first time of delivering goods to anyone and she wasn't too sure if it was right to stare at the receiver's face like she did. But he wasn't just a receiver but a very handsome one.

'I hope you won't rate our service by this performance,' she added, glancing at his face again.

'No, of course not.' he smiled back. 'So how do we do it?' he asked, looking around the car to see if she came with a man who would help with transferring the supply into the car he brought.

'I was asked to give you an invoice and also explain somethings about our previous transactions to you. Our policies regarding our delivery and types of goods have also changed and I was asked to brief you about the changes, it will only take some few minutes,' she said before she turned back towards the car. She opened the door to the driver's side and bent in to pick something from the middle of the seats. Her backside was turned towards Cole and he could see the smooth curves formed in her tight black skirt. He drew in a deep breath and looked away, he could not but admit that she was richly endowed at the backside even though she wasn't fat.

'Didn't you come with any man who can start moving the foodstuffs into my vehicle while you explain what you're supposed to?' he said, still struggling to keep his eyes off the sight before him.

'I didn't come with any,' she finally rose out with a small bag and turned to him. She brought out a book from it, 'That's part of the details I'm supposed to brief you about. The delivery officials would stop coming with people to help in the carrying of the goods anymore except it is paid for.'

'Oh, I see...' Cole hummed with his mouth ajar. His eyes wandered to the top of her shirt and two of the three buttons were now opened, he could see drops of sweats and a tiny necklace around her neck. He looked up and realized that they had been standing under the scorching sun, the only reason he hadn't felt it too much was the cooling effect of the car Air conditioner on his body which was now vanishing and his body beginning to feel the impact of the sun. 'Can we sit in my car while you explain to me,' he offered, looking into her eyes once again.

'Yes, I was about to suggest that.' she gladly accepted.

'Okay.' Cole quickly walked to the driver's side and got into the car. He opened the door to the passengers' side for her to get in.

'Thank you,' she said as settled in. Her short tight skirt stopped halfway her thigh as she sat, revealing too much for Cole to see. She began to explain immediately, ignoring the fact that Cole's eyes were prying her laps. 'So this contains records of all your transactions with us,' she said as she opened the book to show him.

Cole took a brief glance at the opened book but his eyes did not stay there, it kept scanning up and down her revealed thighs. He could feel a rush in his blood and something rising under his trousers. He closed his laps together to prevent the bulge he could see forming slowly. She kept talking but his mind was far away, he wondered why many companies uses ladies as marketers and even the sex appeal strategy in their marketing and adverts. He was angry about the situation but there was nothing he could do about it, the marketing strategy had an effect on him and it was taking over his senses. This lady beside him was damn sexy, one of the sexiest he had ever met.

'Hope you understand,' she stopped talking and stared at his face. She closed the book, putting a finger in between to avoid losing the page.

'Oh Yes,' Cole nodded even though he couldn't recall a word out of all she said.

'Okay,' she opened the book again to continue. She adjusted her seating position and crossed her legs. Cole twitched uncomfortable at the new sight of the view. His body trembled and he adjusted his legs.

She continued to speak and this time he tried hard to listen and began to hear some of what she was saying.

'We also have a new mobile app,' she said and took her tablet device from her lap, putting the book in the position she took the device from. 'It's very easy to use,' she said and leaned closer to him.

Cole could not concentrate anymore. He could feel her breast pressing hard against his shoulder and the scent of her perfume filled his nose, making him want to have a quick exploration of her body at that moment. His eyes wandered away from the phone to the tiny necklace around her neck. He tried to look in through the opened buttons but couldn't see much except for the top of the twins. His eyes then wandered to her face and remained there while she continued with her navigation on the mobile app.

'Sir, sir!' Cole suddenly heard her calling. She was still leaning towards him and now looking directly at his face. 'You're not listening,' she complained.

Cole's heart throbbed at the echo of her voice in his mind and the movement of her lips. The pink lips were as sexy as her body was. He felt like taking her lips in his and engaging her in a deep kiss but he feared what could be the result, he could be accused of assault and would that way cause unnecessary problems for himself and his boss. His eyes were searching deep into hers and hers was too. Both of them remained that way in silence for close to a minute. Then something happened which Cole could not explain, her lips had brushed his softly, he knew for sure that he didn't initiate it. In a twinkling of an eye, her mouth had covered his. He could feel the softness of her lips. He wrapped his hand around her body and pulled her closer to himself, enjoying her expertise in the kissing game.

She broke away after a minute and both of them stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds. Then she climbed over him, placing her knees by either sides of his seat. Her mouth met his again as she ran her fingers into his shirt, taking off the buttons from the middle.

Cole responded to her every touch and move, temporarily forgetting that he was on an assignment. His hand reached for the switch in the middle and he placed a finger on it to adjust the power seat. His finger remained there until the backrest got to a comfortable level for the action that was about to happen.

He allowed her take off his shirt completely disregarding the fact that they were in a public environment. The window glasses of the car were tinted so he had nothing much to worry about. Her fingers ran under his singlet and she dragged it up, a brief smile formed on her lips as she saw his well formed abs. She reached for his abdomen with her lips while his hands ran up her thighs.

Someone's phone began to ring but none of them responded at first, until it rang the second time. Cole suddenly recognized the tone as the customized ringing tone he saved for Tarasha. He quickly held Patricia's hands and stopped her from taking off his belt which she was about doing. He set up and picked his phone with her still on his laps, he confirmed that the caller was Tarasha as he looked at the screen.

'Hello boss,' he said, releasing a deep breath as he gestured with his fingers for Patricia to move back to the other seat.

'Cole, where are you now?' Tarasha's voice sounded loud from the other end. Cole finger quickly found the volume button and he reduced it.

'Still with the EasyShoppers delivery woman, she had some issues and came a bit late.' he said and flashed a look at Patricia. She frowned at him for telling his boss that she came late when he had earlier promised not to judge by her performance. 'She also said she needed to explain somethings about their changed terms and conditions and that's what she's doing right now.'

'Cole, is everything alright?' she asked, sensing that something was wrong with the way he was breathing in and out.

'Yes boss, there's nothing. We're done already, what's left is to move the goods into the car.' he replied.

'But why are you sounding like...like you just had a duel with somebody?'

'No boss,' Cole said and chuckled in an attempt to convince her. 'There's nothing like that.'

'Then hurry up, remember that you have very limited time and you have some other things to do.'

'Okay boss,' Cole replied. The call ended and Cole locked his phone instantly. He closed his eyes to take in a breath, then he placed his palms on his lips and exhaled from his mouth. He opened his eyes again and turned to Patricia. She was staring at him, her shirt and her skirt ruffled a bit. Her thighs were more exposed than they were before and she was sitting with her legs turned towards him but he had no time to waste. He looked away and searched for his shirt. The rush of hormones in his body had reduced and his attention had gone down. He began to wonder why he couldn't resist her as he put back on his shirt. She didn't need him to tell her anything before she sat right and also started to straighten her top and skirt.

'So do you have any questions about the things I explained to you?'

He flashed a quick look at her as he buttoned his shirt, 'No.'

'Okay then, I think you can now start to move the goods into your car.' she said to him.

'Move them into my car?' Cole stared at her.

'Yes, I explained to you already that you have to request for that and you'll be charged separately and you already agreed that we should add it to the charges from next month.' she replied him and then opened the door.

'I agreed?'

'Yes,' she turned to give him a look.

'It's okay,' he said and also opened the door to his side. Both of them stepped out simultaneously.

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The thin yellow line continued to spread on the map until it got to a certain point and stopped. A small blinking green circle formed at the point indicating that her tracked object was in that location. Tarasha zoomed the map to read the address of the location, she right clicked and copied the text.

Cole's response had gotten her suspicious, he sounded like someone who had done something hectic when he spoke to her and the explanation he had given her was not convincing enough. She at first thought that he had been caught by the enemies and was being forced to give her those answers like he did. She didn't know what to do about it at first, she did not place a tracker on his body before he left. But she remembered almost immediately that she could be able to track his location using the IMEI of his phone and decided to do just that. It took her about eight minutes to locate the place the phone's IMEI was stored and began to track it since then.

She minimized the tracker app and opened the NSCC application. It took some seconds to finish loading, she logged in and input the address details she got from the tracker app to locate and connect to the source of cameras in that area.

After a couple of minutes, her request was processed and a DVD selection page displayed, showing the various views from the different cameras on the streets. She selected one in which she could see a car which looked like the one she sent Cole to get. It expanded and the car was when shown from the front. She continued to switch until she got to one which showed Cole and a lady putting the EasyShoppers top. Cole was seen closing the boot of the car. Then the EasyShoppers woman passed a book and a pen to him and waited while he signed on it.

Tarasha minimized the app. With all she could see, everything was going on perfectly well and there was no cause for alarm.

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20 minutes earlier (During Cole's exploration with the delivery woman)

Dave was not surprised when he heard a knock on Mr Sylvester's door and the man asked for the person to come in. He was already tired of going back and forth on why he wasn't going to tell the man the reason he was attacked as stated by the attackers and was waiting for Dakolo to show up, so the knock was a relief to him.

He didn't look back immediately until the man almost got to his seat. He quickly looked back and feigned surprise. Dakolo stared straight into his eyes intimidatingly. Dave turned back and shot Mr Sylvester a quick look of a betrayal feeling, like to ask why the man had summoned the police on him.

'Good afternoon Mr Sylvester,' Agent Dakolo greeted.

'Good afternoon sir,' Mr Sylvester said and turned back to Dave. 'Agent Dakolo was here to see you earlier today and he's back again for you,' he said to Dave and looked back to the Inspector.

'Yes, Dave.' Dakolo said as Dave turned to look at him. 'Both of us have got things to discuss, don't you think so?'

Dave was silent.

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nice one oyin

I know Lizzy will definately bug cole with a tracker.

Predictions
Dave will help Tarasha to get her revenge with the VP after discovering that she is his younger sis. . .

fidek:
I know Lizzy will definately bug cole with a tracker.

Predictions
Dave will help Tarasha to get her revenge with the VP after discovering that she is his younger sis. . .

tb Joshua!!!lol

started from season one now we here!!!oyinprince is fvcking good!!!nice thriller! some people dey creative sha..how'd you manage to put this masterpiece up??

Tarasha 2 - Chap 9 Part 5

'Mr David James,' Dakolo called the name threateningly as he paced the floor. He was alone with Dave in a new room still in the NSCC Headquarters. Dave was seated on a plastic chair and an empty plastic chair meant for Dakolo was in front of him.

Dave fixed his eyes on the man's face at the call of his name, but he didn't bother to respond vocally as there was no need for it. The call was only for Dakolo to get his attention which he had now.

'I think I respect you a lot, this our discussion is supposed to be done in the police investigation room you know?' Dakolo said and stopped pacing, he looked directly into Dave's eyes.

'I do not still understand you sir,' a frown formed on Dave's face.

Dakolo licked his lower lip softly. 'Don't make things hard for both of us man, you know what I'm talking about.'

'No, I do not.' Dave insisted in a calm but assertive tone.

Dakolo smiled. 'Please do not make me lose the respect I have for you, you should just stop acting innocent.'

'Acting innocent? I do not even know what you're talking about yet sir.'

'I met you yesterday during the early hours and you offered your help which I declined, so where did you go after that?'

'I went back home.'

'You are still saying you went back home even after you told me clearly that you were going to work.'

'No, I went home. I wanted to go to work but I received a call after you left and I had to go home immediately.'

'You lie,' Dakolo snapped, squinting into Dave's eyes. Dave remained quiet. 'What do you take me for, a kid?'

Dave shook his head and sighed tiredly. 'Agent sir, I do not understand what you're talking about. I met you and offered to help you, you didn't accept but you suddenly ran off like you were chasing after something and now you show up here looking for me and asking questions about my movement.'

Dakolo chuckled and shook his head briefly after hearing what Dave had to say. He walked slowly to the seat in front of Dave and sat on it, adjusting the position so that he could face Dave straight. He placed his feet on the brace between the chair legs and placed his elbows on his knees. 'Mr Dave, I can see you're very intelligent and that you know how to play the mind game very well, but I'm not about to fall for it. I'm going to plead with you to tell me the truth for the last time and if you don't, we will have to settle this in our office and that would mean you'll be arrested.'

'What would you arrest me for?' Dave smiled and shook his head in mockery of the man's words. 'I'm a citizen of Nigeria who knows his rights and I would not allow you or anybody trample on them.'

'I won't trample on them, I'll get a warrant to arrest you.'

'For what exactly? You think you can just take me away?' Dave asked in a very harsh tone, his eyebrows raised and his head shaking.

Dakolo let out a breath. He stared at Dave's face silently for about fifteen seconds. It was getting more difficult than he thought it would be, Dave was proving to be a hard nut to crack.

'Mr David, that morning, you had a bandage on your head and one on your wrists but I can't see any right now. Do you want to tell me your wounds have healed up so quickly?'

'That isn't any of your business sir,' Dave slammed.

'Of course it is my business,' Dakolo grit his teeth and tightened his fists. 'It is my business especially when a man with a bandage on the head and wrist was the one who attacked the Inspector General and his men that morning.'

'And what are you insinuating?' Dave asked with a deep frown.

'It's time you stop pretending man, I know you were that man and I came ready for you.' Dakolo said, taking out his gun and getting up to his feet.

'Hey! Take it easy man,' Dave pleaded, raising his hands up in the air as Dakolo pointed the gun at him.

'Get up,' Dakolo gestured to him with the gun. 'You're coming with me to the station,' he added and removed an handcuff attached to the belt hole at his back.

'Come on sir, we're not done with our discussion yet.' Dave said, getting up to his feet in response to the man's gesture. He had a story to tell the man but didn't want to let it out without easily without giving the man any tough time.

'I don't think you have anything else to say, just stretch your hands forth,' Dakolo said firmly.

'And why should I stretch my hands forth?' Dave said, putting his hands down by his side, now showing defiantness contrary to his first attitude of fear at the first sight of the gun. 'You're not supposed to be on this case, why don't you just face your own job?'

'My job is to ensure justice and that's what I'm doing,' Dakolo replied, still pointing the gun at him.

'Agent, I'm tired of this conversation, I have some other things to do.' Dave sank back into his seat disregarding the Agent and the gun being pointed at him.

Dakolo cocked the gun and Dave's eyes shone at him immediately. Dave's hand went back up in the air and he rose slowly.

'Hey! You not holding that well. Do not cause an accidental discharge,' Dave warned, pointing to the gun.

'I'm not stupid, I'm trained and can't make such a mistake but there'll be no difference if I kill you now or not.'

'Okay, just put down the gun. I'll tell you everything,' Dave pleaded.

Dakolo lowered the gun slowly and stepped backwards a bit. 'Start talking.'

'Agent, I planned to tell you this before.' he stopped and got up to his feet and began to pace the floor. 'But I thought it would be sometime later. I was on bandage yesterday and...' he stopped abruptly and looked around. 'Sir, can we go somewhere else to talk? I don't feel comfortable here.'

'Somewhere else like the police station?'

'Huh? No, but I maybe that's even be safer than this is. Someone else might be listening to our conversation here,' Dave explained.

Dakolo raised a brow at him, doubting the fact that he didn't mind to go to the station even though he agreed that someone else could be listening to them where they were.

'So we go to my office at the station?'

Dave shrugged in response.

Dakolo stared at him unblinking, wondering if he was trying to play a prank or being honest. 'I have to search your body first,' he said. Dave moved closer and Dakolo searched his shirt and trousers pockets. The only thing he found there was a phone which he took out and handed back to Dave.

'So, let's go to my office. At least, it will be easy to turn you into a cell from there,' Dakolo said, gesturing for him to move first.

Dave began to walk towards the door, glancing with the side eye at Dakolo who was walking a metres behind him. He had a well developed story to tell Dakolo and needed to act well to make it look and sound really serious. He checked for the time on his phone which was still in his hand and locked it back, he was about to put it into his pocket when it vibrated. He turned the screen to himself again and unlocked it. There was a text message from Lizzy and it read;

'I've got a tracker on Samantha's man who came to get the goods from the EasyShoppers agents and we just went our different ways a couple of minutes ago, I think you need to come down now, I don't know where to continue from here.'

Dave closed his eyes briefly and released a breath after reading the message. That was going to change his direction again. He didn't know Lizzy would have made such quick progress. Now he had to find a way to escape Dakolo.

'Come on, go out.' Dakolo said in a calm but authoritative voice.

Dave opened his eyes and looked back. He realized he was standing at the door with his hand on the knob.

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Lizzy continued to stare at her phone's screen for several minutes, hoping to get a reply from Dave to her text message but none arrived as soon as she expected. She got out of her car and looked towards the EasyShoppers' van. She could see the two EasyShoppers' workers who she had drugged already awake in the car. The lady Patricia who she had disguised was checking the already signed receipt. Lizzy knew both of them would be so confused and will never get an explanation for what happened.

She entered back into the car and picked her phone to see if there was any reply from Dave yet, there was none. She then started the engine and drove away.

_____

'The car is being sprayed already and I've gotten the other gadgets you asked for,' Cole said into the phone as he got up from the reception seat where he was waiting. One of the assignments Tarasha had given him was the get the colour of the car and the plate number changed. He had gotten the car with the name Kimberly Alexander and using the car for any operation without changing the plate number would expose them to danger by allowing it to be easily traced. The security officials could easily meet the authorities in charge of roads and keeping records of cars registration and trace it to them but if the necessary change was done to the car, there would be no way to link from it to the name.

'What name did you use?' Tarasha's voice sounded.

'Aj Johnson,' he replied.

'Nice one... But I still do not want you to leave any trace of you there. So instead of waiting there, I think you should just go out and get some new clothes, caps and accessories that would make you look totally different when you take out the car.'

'Okay boss, I'll do that right away.' Cole replied and began to journey towards the door.

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Dave's mind was no longer with Dakolo as they got to the car, he kept looking around uncomfortably and searching in his mind excuses and a way to escape. Dakolo also noticed the change in his behavior and watched him more closely.

'Get in,' Dakolo said to him after opening the doors of the front seats.

Dave got in first and closed the door before Dakolo entered into the driver's side. Dakolo was about to start the car engine when Dave stopped him by holding his hand.

'Sir, you really thought I was going with you to the police station?'

Dakolo paused and stared at him suspiciously, his second hand already trying to bring out the gun from his pocket.

'Don't bring out the gun, Agent,' Dave said in a pleading tone. 'You can't take me to the station or even anywhere else because I don't have time to follow you right now.'

'I'm taking you to the station?' Dakolo asked, becoming angry.

'You can't, I won't allow you take me into the investigation room without any charges against me.'

'But we planned on using my office.'

'And do you know I can implicate you that way?'

'Implicate me for what?'

'Agent Dakolo, you're not in charge of this case anymore, so what would you say you're investigating me for?'

'What case are you talking about? Are you a criminal or do you have a previous case with the police?'

'No, I'm not a criminal but I know you've been asked to stop work on this case for a long time now. Agent Tim is now in charge of Samantha Osman's case, why don't you allow him handle it,' Dave said.

'Samantha Osman's case?' Dakolo exclaimed and stared at him with suspicion in his eyes. 'How do you know this is connected to that?'

'Are you not investigating me for the attack on the Inspector General?'

'Yes...' Dakolo replied slowly. 'Yes, I am but how is that connected to Samantha Osman? You should know since you were the one captured by the camera and you even mentioned Samantha Osman now.'

Dave stopped to stare at the man with his left eye partially closed, he took off his hand which was still holding Dakolo's hand from touching the start button.

'It proves that you really are involved in this,' Dakolo accused.

'Yes, I am but in a good way.' Dave finally admitted to Dakolo's surprise.

'And then I have to get you to the station immediately.'

'Do you think you can force me there?' Dave asked. He began to feel a continuous vibration of the phone in his pocket.

'I have tens of other security officials around who would enforce that I get you to the station,' Dakolo threatened, referring to the security guards around.

'Hehe...' Dave chuckled, taking a look towards the security post from the car. He wondered how any of men he used to see at the gate would stop him from leaving if he wanted to. 'And what benefit do you think it would do you if you get me to your station?'

Dakolo paused to think about the question, wondering where Dave was getting his sudden boldness from.

'We both know it will be of no good for you even if you arrest me. This case is not supposed to be handled by you, so I am under no obligation to answer queries from you.'

'Where did you get all these ideas from?'

'That's not necessary sir and I won't answer you anymore,' Dave said, now taking out his phone from his pocket.

'I'm definitely going to hand you over to the man in charge.' Dakolo said with determination in his voice. He pressed the start button and the car engine roared to life.

Dave opened the door stubbornly and put a leg out. Dakolo took out his gun.

'Is this how to make an arrest?' Dave put his leg back in and began to laugh out loud, making Dakolo stare at him stupefied. He reached for the start button and turned it off. 'Look Agent, you don't need all this. I knew you came here to look for me today and that's why I came to present myself. I wanted to see you. And I also knew when Mr Sylvester sent the message of my presence to you. So, I'll tell you all I can tell you in five minutes and leave right away. My partner is calling and I have to go immediately,' he said, displaying his phone's screen for the man to see the incoming call from Lizzy.

'You don't dictate what I will do,' Dakolo said and tried to reach for the start button again. Dave stopped him.

'Hey! Stop getting sentimental about this,' Dave said. 'You're getting desperate because you feel I'm stubborn and I'm taking you for granted.'

Dave's words hit Dakolo like cold water and he realized that it was the truth. He wriggled his hand from Dave's hold and raised his gun with the left hand.

'You know that Agent Tim has compromised already and that's why you're still on this case. So what will happen if you hand me over to him? Would anything good come out of it?'

Dakolo's hand weakened the more as Dave's words settled in his mind. Dave seemed to know about him and the activities in the police force more than he thought.

'Agent, like I said before; I was the one who's image was captured by the camera yesterday but I didn't go there to attack the Inspector General. I followed behind you after you left yesterday because I was interested in knowing what made you leave hurriedly.'

Dakolo lowered his hand.

'I stayed after you left at the pursuit of the vehicle that took away the Vice President and got into the building...'

'Wait! How did you know I followed them to the Vice President's house?' Dakolo interrupted.

'I don't know where you followed them to, I only know you followed the car that took the Vice President away.'

'Was the Vice President in the car?' Dakolo asked, raising his brows.

'Oh! You didn't see him?'

'No, Agent Tim was the one in the car and he left with a man that came out of the building. They took him to the Vice President's house.'

'The man Agent Tim left with was the Vice President himself and not someone else. He was disguised in a funny way.'

'Oh shi*t! That man was Chief Elvis?' Dakolo stared in surprise, realizing the reason why the man never came out of the Vice President's house with Agent Tim as he had expected.

'Yes, it was.' Dave replied and continued. 'The Inspector General was in that building with Samantha Osman and was attacked by Samantha's men, that was the real cause of the gun exchange that morning.'

'But who are you and why are you involved in this?'

'I'm a journalist, a per time journalist working for Desert Reporters.' Dave took out an identity card.

'Desert reporters?' Dakolo mumbled, collecting the ID card to look at it.

'I'm on a project on Samantha Osman and that's why I've been away from this office for some days. I left to Lagos to make a research on the clash of Samantha Osman with the Nanl Gang and I've told them here that I was attacked by unknown men. I was coming here with the bandage on my head to show when I met you but then I couldn't come here again when I suspected that something was going on in that building.' Dave stopped and turned his phone. It was ringing again. 'I have to go now Inspector,' Dave said as he swiped the call answering button to the message option. He quickly typed in; 'I'll call you back in two minutes.'

'How do I know all these things you told me are the truth?'

'You can google up the keywords NEWS FROM DAVID JAMES right now, you'll find several of my articles and reported news online.'

'I'm using the search engine on www.youngicee.com right now,' the Agent said as he took out his phone. He placed his phone on his lap but put his hand in such a way to protect it from the reach of Dave.

Dave dialed Lizzy's number while the Inspector busied himself with the search.

'Lizzy, where are you?'

'I'm going after him already, I got a static location indicated on the map already.' Lizzy's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

'Lizzy,' Dave called out the name, partially in concern for her and partially to reprimand her for making moves without his consent. 'Did you put on makeups before meeting him?'

'No, I did not.'

'Then you shouldn't go near, it would be dangerous if he sees you and finds out you're following after him. That is suicidal,' Dave warned.

'I just want to know the place, I'm not going near.'

'Lizzy, just tell me where you are. I'm coming to meet you there right away,' Dave said.

'Okay, let me check for the address around. I'll call you back in a minute.' she said and hung up.

Dakolo was through with his search by the time Dave was done with the call. 'I've seen your articles,' he began. 'But don't you think you're going to far? You are already doing what is supposed to be the job of the police and that's dangerous, you shouldn't have gotten into the building at all. You could have called the police when you had a suspicion.'

'I can't trust the police, was it not the Inspector General Of Police that even led the police team for the illegal operation that night?' Dave said, taking out his wallet from the back pocket. He took out a sheet of paper from it and a pen from his pocket. 'Please write down your phone number here sir, I will reach you tonight or tomorrow morning,' he said, handing the paper and book to the man.

'No, you write yours.' Dakolo refused to collect it.

'Okay,' Dave quickly scribbled his number on it and gave it to the man. 'I'll tell you everything when we see later,' he said and tried to open the door but it was stuck.

Dakolo stretched forth his hand, leaning slightly on Dave's body as he tried to help him open the door. The door finally gave way. 'Sorry Dave, the door malfunctions sometimes.'

'Alright, thank you sir.' Dave said and stepped out.

'Okay and do make sure you don't play pranks,' Dakolo said in a warning tone.

'I hear you sir,' Dave saluted and began to walk away.



He searched his body for the tracker which Dakolo had placed on him as he approached the gate and glanced at the device before flinging it away. A smile appeared on his face as he wondered what kind of world police officials were still living in. The tracker Dakolo had placed on him was too big compared to the one he was used to and could never be placed on a trained personnel like him without the person finding out, he wondered what Dakolo was still doing with that kind of ancient device. However, he praised the man in his mind for being able to bring out the tracker in the same car without him seeing it and also for the stuck door strategy.

'Lizzy, what's the address?' he said into the phone as he walked out through the gate.

He hastened his steps to the road so as to find a cab and leave the place before Dakolo would discover that the tracker had been removed.

Rex sat in the passengers' side of the car tiredly with his back and head rested and his phone close to his ear. Stainless was driving the car with full concentration.

'Chief Elvis, I couldn't answer your calls when you called. What did you want to tell me?'

'Rex, I wanted to ask you how far with the job? Have you found her again?'

'No, I've not.'

'How soon would you find her? Please do not hesitate to kill her immediately you do,' the man said.

'Listen man, the truth is she's nowhere to be found right now. She's moved from her previous base and it might be difficult to locate her again.'

'Rex, what if I increase your current pay by two hundred percent?'

'It wouldn't increase our chances of finding her,' Rex replied almost immediately, like he was expecting the question.

The man sighed. 'So what can we do?'

'Nothing. The only thing that can increase our chances of finding things to link to her is if she increases in her efforts and attempts to kill you.'

There was a long silence from the other end after Rex's statement and he could tell that he had caused great fear for the man.

'Rex, you need to do everything to protect my life. I will pay you whatever you ask for,' the man said in a shaky voice, proving the fact that he was greatly afraid.

'I hear you man, I'll call you later for more talks.' Rex replied and hung up immediately.

_____

__20 minutes later__

'He's been static for a long while, he just began to move again.' Lizzy said to Dave who was now at the driver's side of the car and driving while she sat at the right front seat holding and using her device to monitor the tracker placed on Cole.

'Maybe he's not gotten to their base yet,' Dave replied her. 'But it's evening already, I believe he should be heading home soon, at least they should need the foodstuffs to cook by now.'

'Yea, I think so too.'

'So don't you think the EasyShoppers would find out and warn Samantha about us so soon.'

'Their delivery men may be too ashamed to say anything because they really did not know what happened. But even if they gather enough courage to talk, the tracker should have led us to Samantha's location by then.'

'Nice one,' Dave smiled. 'At least we know the type of car they've got and the details and you also confirmed the guy's identity.'

'Yea.'

There was silence for about ten minutes.

'It has been static again for over seven minutes now,' Lizzy said to Dave.

'He could just have gotten home.'

'Yea, this location looks sure like it.'

'Read out the address, let's go for them baby!' Dave said as he increased the speed of the car.




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Rex u are d one that will die first before chief Elvis.
ur name is the number person to kill inside the book .

Lizzy and Dave u better go and park for corner for this matter. this matter no be for small piking oooo.
so u think dat d tracker that u put on cole body still dey der . nonsense


Trasha i hail u oooo, how u dey .
please be fast wit ur plan so that u can quickly kill all dis ur enemy .

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Chapter 9 pt 6

Dakolo hissed and muttered a curse word under his breath as he discovered that the tracker he placed on Dave's body had been dropped just outside the gate. He turned off his car engine and refreshed the app running on his phone again, to see if it will bring a different result but it didn't not. The map still displayed exactly the same location. He wondered how Dave had discovered the stuff so easily, he looked too young to have so much experience in journalism.

He hissed and shook his head before starting the car engine, having it in mind to stop and search for his tracker at the gate where Dave had left it.

_____

'We're closer now,' Lizzy said in an unsure tone, taking glances at her device's screen and then outside to the buildings as they passed.

'This place isn't a residential area,' Dave commented, also looking out with an eye through the window and also trying to focus on driving.

They continued for three more minutes before Lizzy spoke up. 'Stop,' she said suddenly. Dave who already had his indicator on and was driving at the slow lane pulled over beside the drain. 'I think we are right at the place,' Lizzy said, looking out through the window to the right side.

There was a magnificent building of a boutique there. The sign board glowed from the impact of the aesthetic lights placed under which turned on automatically at night time. The day was getting dark already, so the lights were bringing out their full beauty and colours.

'Menista!' Dave exclaimed, reading the text in the signboard. 'This is one hell of men's clothing source, most likely the best place for men to get their clothes of different kinds.'

He reversed the car a bit and turned towards the boutique. He drove to the back of another car and turned off the engine.

'But could he still be shopping at this time? They're closing already,' Lizzy said as she opened the door.

'He could just be doing the late hour shopping thing,' Dave said as he got out and closed the door.

Both of them proceeded right into the building, Dave holding Lizzy gently by the hand and helping her navigate as she fixed her eyes on the device's screen, trying to find the exact point indicated on the tracker app.

'Good evening sir, what kind of clothes would you like to purchase?' one of the very busy attendants approached Dave.

'Ermm...' Dave itched for a few seconds. Then he took a quick glance at Lizzy's device and then took a quick look towards the left. 'I think I'll like to check out some suits,' he replied, looking towards the suits section.

'Sorry sir, but they closed in that section already.' she replied him.

'Ermm...' he collected the phone from Lizzy's hand. 'I'll check the jean jackets then,' he said, pointing towards the next section to the suits.

'Okay sir, you can go there quickly. Our official closing hour for all sections is just two minutes from now,' she said.

'Thank you,' Dave said and took a quick glance at the time. It was two minutes to seven. He dragged Lizzy along with him towards the section. 'I want a jacket I can wear on a dark blue jean,' he said to the waiting ears of the attendant as they approached.

The attendant allowed them into the place and began to take them through the lined up options of jackets which matched Dave's request. Dave then requested for a place to try on the cloth, adding that he had a blue jean trouser in Lizzy's bag which he was going to try it on. The attendant pointed him to direction and he took Lizzy's bag and the device with him as he went but not without giving Lizzy a signal.

Lizzy used the waiting time to look around the place. The only other female customer she saw was at the kids section and she could tell that the woman was picking clothes for her kids. She looked towards the door and saw that the entrance door had already been closed and many people going out through the exit. Her thoughts drifted to the EasyShoppers office and the agents, she wondered if they would have discovered what happened to them or have reported to their management.




'Isn't your friend out yet?' Lizzy heard a voice behind her and she turned. It was the salesman who attended to them.

'No, I've not seen him yet.' she replied, shaking her head slightly.

'It's ten minutes now since he left to try on the jacket and I can't find him in there,' he complained.

'I'm sure he will be somewhere around,' Lizzy said, looking around for any trace of him.

'I need to write my submission for the day already,' he said to her.

'Don't worry, he'll be here. I remember he said he also wanted to use the toilet. Be rest assured he wouldn't not leave without paying you,' she replied.

'He would dare not, I'll inform the security now.' the salesman threatened.

'No, you don't have to go that far sir.' Lizzy pleaded. Not because she was afraid of getting into trouble with the guards but she didn't just want any issues that will cause them delay. 'I'm still here, he cannot leave without me.'

'I'm still gonna alert the security guards though,' he replied adamantly, making his way out of the section.

'Well, maybe you don't have to. Here he is,' Lizzy said aloud as she sighted Dave coming towards the place with the jacket on.

The man turned back and hissed. He walked back into the section and continued arranging the goods he was arranging while waiting for Dave to meet them.

'He's been looking all over for you,' Lizzy said to Dave as he got to the entrance of the section. She collected her bag from him.

'I went to use the restroom,' Dave replied, placing a stern gaze at the salesman. He dipped his hand into his back pocket and took out his wallet from which he removed his debit card.



Dave and Lizzy were on their way out in a few minutes and Lizzy had the time to ask him what he found. Although she was sure he wasn't able to locate Cole because if he had done, they won't be on their way out.

'He visited here and changed his clothes,' Dave replied her question. 'I saw the clothes which you put the tracker on, it was well arranged in a bag and kept behind the door in the restroom. The guards said it doesn't look like the guy's coming back for it anytime soon. I detached our tracker from the cloth already.'

They climbed down the stairs of the building and proceeded straight to the car. It was after Dave started the car engine that Lizzy spoke again. 'So what are we doing now?'

'Take out your tab and check if the location of the car has changed. We're going after the car. I believe he left the car there only to come have a change of clothes here,' Dave answered.

'I believe so too,' Lizzy said, taking out her device. 'But do you think he was aware that a tracker was on him?'

'I'm not really sure about that. I think he should have just removed it if he knew, he didn't have any need for a complete change of clothes. It's likely he wanted to disguise with the new set of clothes.'

'Well...' Lizzy hummed, releasing a huge mould of breath.

____

'It took you longer than I expected,' Tarasha said, watching as the guys moved in the foodstuffs into the house from her wheelchair. She tried to roll herself around leisurely but every roll she tried took more energy but produced less movement for her. Henry who would always come to her aid wasn't looking at her side. Tomi was standing close to her. All of them were in the front yard which also looked exactly the same like the other facility that had been discovered by Rex and Dave.

'I think the delay was getting the foodstuffs from the easy shopper's guys, the lady insisted that she had to intimate me about their new terms and conditions before delivering the goods,' Cole replied without stopping to talk. He carried a half bag of rice on his shoulder into the house while Henry followed behind him with two cartons.

Tarasha's eyes met with Tomi eyes after the guys had gone in and the latter quickly looked away. Tarasha let out a chuckle and also looked away. She had nothing to say or to do with the girl, at least not yet, except of course her ongoing treatment. She stared at her legs on the wheelchair footer for a couple of seconds, she was feeling better now. Though she was still weak but the very little strength she had gotten and at the pace she did was something she had thought impossible but then forgetting that Cole had also been an assassin for years and would know medical experts who were experienced in treating assassins and criminals alike. But one thing she knew for a certain was that all the strength quickening drugs she was been administered were reducers of lifespan. Most assassins she knew that had been treated often for cases like hers never lived above the age of fifty five. Five years to that, they always begin by feeling pains and inability to move their bodies and then it progresses to a more complicated medical condition which they have to live with until they died which was always not too long after. But this was Tara's first time of treating such a condition and she hoped that it would be the last; not for the fear of it reducing her days on earth but for her not to ever face a time that she'll be bedridden and unable to kill people anymore, she preferred to die the easy, which was; having a bullet shot into the middle of her skull or a knife ran through her throat or even a sword sliding through her neck.

She could feel her hands and legs stronger and she was tempted to try to get up to her feet since she was already being able to use her hands. She decided not to complicate issues by trying something dangerous, all she needed to do was wait for a few days and her strength would have fully returned.

Soon, the guys were back to carry the remaining foodstuffs into the house. Both of them picked bags convenient enough for them to carry and both walked back in. Tarasha's eyes met with Tomi's again and this time, Tomi fixed her eyes at the entrance where Cole had just walked in.

'Do you like him?' Tarasha asked, turning her chair to Tomi.

The question came as a surprise to Tomi. She blinked and quickly looked away from Tarasha's face. 'Like him? No, I just have a close business partner relationship with him.'

'Just a close business partner relationship?'

'Yes,' Tomi answered.

'You've forgotten that we caught both of you smooching?' Tarasha raised her brows.

'Oh!' Tomi's voice was covered by silence. She faced down knowing she had no other argument to make.

'I've not said that you shouldn't like him or that I was going to penalize you people for smooching but you need to be careful and don't allow it disturb your job. That could lead to easy and premature death of the both of you.' Tarasha warned.' she paused to clear her throat. 'I've warned Cole too,' she added, having listened and accepted Cole's explanation earlier that day.

______

'But he cannot be working here,' Lizzy said to Dave with a frown on her face. Both of them were at the painting house where Cole had gone to repaint the car.

'I think he came to repaint his car,' Dave said as he led the way into the place. 'Where did you place the tracker?'

'On the plate number,' Lizzy replied. 'I attached it because it had exactly the same colour with the plate.'

'You placed it in a nice position, it shouldn't be discovered easily.'

'Good evening gentleman and lady, we've closed already for the day. You can check us tomorrow for any of our services you need,' a short man with a big face cap on his head said to them.

'We're from the SSS,' Dave displayed his identity card to the man immediately, not wanting to waste time since it was dark already. 'We need to check something right in here,' he said and pushed the man gently aside. He noticed the shaken attitude of the man but ignored it.

He proceeded on in the place with Lizzy and entered into the section where vehicles were being painted. They both stopped at the entrance and Dave looked around while Lizzy looked into her device. Dave could see men at different angles washing different tools and some their hands and legs. Two other men approached he and Lizzy to ask them what they wanted but the short man who first questioned them answered his colleagues before Dave could speak.

'What's the direction?' Dave asked Lizzy about the location of the tracker placed on the car which she was monitoring on the device.

'Right there,' Lizzy pointed to the wall at the left, where there were no cars.

'There?' Dave questioned. He moved closer to her and looked into the device to confirm. 'It's really there...' he agreed in low tones. 'Let's check.'

Dave knew at once that the tracker on the car was also discovered and had been removed but he decided to still follow the direction shown to them by the application and retrieve the tracker if possible. Lizzy continued to look around at all the cars parked as they walked to the wall, she wanted to see if tracked car was anywhere around. It wasn't in sight and heart continued to beat fast as they walked on, she feared that all her troubles the whole day might have been in vain. The three men watching them followed slowly behind them.

They soon got to the wall and realized that the tracker was already in a dustbin, a very dirty one. Dave decided not to bother about retrieving the tracker. He asked Lizzy to put back the device into her bag and they both proceeded out of the place to their car, believing beyond every sense of doubt that the trackers were discovered by Samantha's man.




It wasn't until they entered into the car that Dave noticed Lizzy's gloomy face.

'Lizzy, what's the matter?' he asked, taking off his finger from the start button and turning to her.

'It was all a waste of time,' she said in a very sad tone.

'You did your best Lizzy, you tried.' Dave said as he faced front and released a breath. 'Remember we are dealing with Samantha Osman, it won't be that easy to get her.'

'But I just made a terrible mistake by allowing her know someone who might not be the police is on her tail. The EasyShoppers office must have called to inform them about what happened, that's why he changed everything and even came to drop his registration plate on a dustbin here.'

'I think you did a nice job with the EasyShoppers staffs, they couldn't have reported their stupidity so easily. Trust me, you did a very nice job, I couldn't have done better than this. Samantha Osman is a just a very cunning woman,' Dave said and smiled at her. He took her palms and squeezed it in his.

________

9:23 pm

Cole took off the shoes and threw them around carelessly in the room, then he sank into the bed tiredly and released a deep breath. Tarasha had declared the next day as a day of rest for all of them and he personally really needed it. After taking the foodstuffs into the house with Henry, he had to test the car in Tarasha's presence for her to see all it's features and confirm that he bought the right thing. He felt so tired even though the stress of that day wasn't up to a sixth of what he goes through on some other days but his feeling at that moment was a result of accumulated tiredness and lack of proper rest for some days.

His mind quickly drifted back to the day's activities and he remembered Patricia, the EasyShoppers worker. His body shivered again as he could feel her effect just at the thought of her. Maybe she was a goddess of some sort, he thought.

He searched his trouser pocket and brought out two sheets; the only two things he had taken out from the cloth he left at the boutique. The first was the EasyShoppers receipt given to him and the other was Patricia's mobile number which she had scribbled hastily into the paper for him in case he needed to reach her again.

_____

'Thank you,' Dakolo said into the phone and ended the call. He turned off the screen and dropped the phone on the table. He typed some more commands on his laptop before shutting it down. Then he stood up from the desk and turned towards his bed with a loud yawn. It had been four hours of trying to confirm Dave's identity and he had been informed by the manager of the Dessert Reporters that Dave James was one of their per time journalists.

He sank into the bed and turned off the light. As he closed his eyes, he made a silent wish in his heart that Dave would agree to work with him and then they can both bring down Samantha Osman.

'It took you longer than I expected,' Tarasha said, watching as the guys moved in the foodstuffs into the house from her wheelchair. She tried to roll herself around leisurely but every roll she tried took more energy but produced less movement for her. Henry who would always come to her aid wasn't looking at her side. Tomi was standing close to her. All of them were in the front yard which also looked exactly the same like the other facility that had been discovered by Rex and Dave.

'I think the delay was getting the foodstuffs from the easy shopper's guys, the lady insisted that she had to intimate me about their new terms and conditions before delivering the goods,' Cole replied without stopping to talk. He carried a half bag of rice on his shoulder into the house while Henry followed behind him with two cartons.

Tarasha's eyes met with Tomi eyes after the guys had gone in and the latter quickly looked away. Tarasha let out a chuckle and also looked away. She had nothing to say or to do with the girl, at least not yet, except of course her ongoing treatment. She stared at her legs on the wheelchair footer for a couple of seconds, she was feeling better now. Though she was still weak but the very little strength she had gotten and at the pace she did was something she had thought impossible but then forgetting that Cole had also been an assassin for years and would know medical experts who were experienced in treating assassins and criminals alike. But one thing she knew for a certain was that all the strength quickening drugs she was been administered were reducers of lifespan. Most assassins she knew that had been treated often for cases like hers never lived above the age of fifty five. Five years to that, they always begin by feeling pains and inability to move their bodies and then it progresses to a more complicated medical condition which they have to live with until they died which was always not too long after. But this was Tara's first time of treating such a condition and she hoped that it would be the last; not for the fear of it reducing her days on earth but for her not to ever face a time that she'll be bedridden and unable to kill people anymore, she preferred to die the easy, which was; having a bullet shot into the middle of her skull or a knife ran through her throat or even a sword sliding through her neck.

She could feel her hands and legs stronger and she was tempted to try to get up to her feet since she was already being able to use her hands. She decided not to complicate issues by trying something dangerous, all she needed to do was wait for a few days and her strength would have fully returned.

Soon, the guys were back to carry the remaining foodstuffs into the house. Both of them picked bags convenient enough for them to carry and both walked back in. Tarasha's eyes met with Tomi's again and this time, Tomi fixed her eyes at the entrance where Cole had just walked in.

'Do you like him?' Tarasha asked, turning her chair to Tomi.

The question came as a surprise to Tomi. She blinked and quickly looked away from Tarasha's face. 'Like him? No, I just have a close business partner relationship with him.'

'Just a close business partner relationship?'

'Yes,' Tomi answered.

'You've forgotten that we caught both of you smooching?' Tarasha raised her brows.

'Oh!' Tomi's voice was covered by silence. She faced down knowing she had no other argument to make.

'I've not said that you shouldn't like him or that I was going to penalize you people for smooching but you need to be careful and don't allow it disturb your job. That could lead to easy and premature death of the both of you.' Tarasha warned.' she paused to clear her throat. 'I've warned Cole too,' she added, having listened and accepted Cole's explanation earlier that day.

______

'But he cannot be working here,' Lizzy said to Dave with a frown on her face. Both of them were at the painting house where Cole had gone to repaint the car.

'I think he came to repaint his car,' Dave said as he led the way into the place. 'Where did you place the tracker?'

'On the plate number,' Lizzy replied. 'I attached it because it had exactly the same colour with the plate.'

'You placed it in a nice position, it shouldn't be discovered easily.'

'Good evening gentleman and lady, we've closed already for the day. You can check us tomorrow for any of our services you need,' a short man with a big face cap on his head said to them.

'We're from the SSS,' Dave displayed his identity card to the man immediately, not wanting to waste time since it was dark already. 'We need to check something right in here,' he said and pushed the man gently aside. He noticed the shaken attitude of the man but ignored it.

He proceeded on in the place with Lizzy and entered into the section where vehicles were being painted. They both stopped at the entrance and Dave looked around while Lizzy looked into her device. Dave could see men at different angles washing different tools and some their hands and legs. Two other men approached he and Lizzy to ask them what they wanted but the short man who first questioned them answered his colleagues before Dave could speak.

'What's the direction?' Dave asked Lizzy about the location of the tracker placed on the car which she was monitoring on the device.

'Right there,' Lizzy pointed to the wall at the left, where there were no cars.

'There?' Dave questioned. He moved closer to her and looked into the device to confirm. 'It's really there...' he agreed in low tones. 'Let's check.'

Dave knew at once that the tracker on the car was also discovered and had been removed but he decided to still follow the direction shown to them by the application and retrieve the tracker if possible. Lizzy continued to look around at all the cars parked as they walked to the wall, she wanted to see if tracked car was anywhere around. It wasn't in sight and heart continued to beat fast as they walked on, she feared that all her troubles the whole day might have been in vain. The three men watching them followed slowly behind them.

They soon got to the wall and realized that the tracker was already in a dustbin, a very dirty one. Dave decided not to bother about retrieving the tracker. He asked Lizzy to put back the device into her bag and they both proceeded out of the place to their car, believing beyond every sense of doubt that the trackers were discovered by Samantha's man.




It wasn't until they entered into the car that Dave noticed Lizzy's gloomy face.

'Lizzy, what's the matter?' he asked, taking off his finger from the start button and turning to her.

'It was all a waste of time,' she said in a very sad tone.

'You did your best Lizzy, you tried.' Dave said as he faced front and released a breath. 'Remember we are dealing with Samantha Osman, it won't be that easy to get her.'

'But I just made a terrible mistake by allowing her know someone who might not be the police is on her tail. The EasyShoppers office must have called to inform them about what happened, that's why he changed everything and even came to drop his registration plate on a dustbin here.'

'I think you did a nice job with the EasyShoppers staffs, they couldn't have reported their stupidity so easily. Trust me, you did a very nice job, I couldn't have done better than this. Samantha Osman is a just a very cunning woman,' Dave said and smiled at her. He took her palms and squeezed it in his.

________

9:23 pm

Cole took off the shoes and threw them around carelessly in the room, then he sank into the bed tiredly and released a deep breath. Tarasha had declared the next day as a day of rest for all of them and he personally really needed it. After taking the foodstuffs into the house with Henry, he had to test the car in Tarasha's presence for her to see all it's features and confirm that he bought the right thing. He felt so tired even though the stress of that day wasn't up to a sixth of what he goes through on some other days but his feeling at that moment was a result of accumulated tiredness and lack of proper rest for some days.

His mind quickly drifted back to the day's activities and he remembered Patricia, the EasyShoppers worker. His body shivered again as he could feel her effect just at the thought of her. Maybe she was a goddess of some sort, he thought.

He searched his trouser pocket and brought out two sheets; the only two things he had taken out from the cloth he left at the boutique. The first was the EasyShoppers receipt given to him and the other was Patricia's mobile number which she had scribbled hastily into the paper for him in case he needed to reach her again.

_____

'Thank you,' Dakolo said into the phone and ended the call. He turned off the screen and dropped the phone on the table. He typed some more commands on his laptop before shutting it down. Then he stood up from the desk and turned towards his bed with a loud yawn. It had been four hours of trying to confirm Dave's identity and he had been informed by the manager of the Dessert Reporters that Dave James was one of their per time journalists.

He sank into the bed and turned off the light. As he closed his eyes, he made a silent wish in his heart that Dave would agree to work with him and then they can both bring down Samantha Osman.



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Chap 10 pt 1

April 12, 2031

'Boss,' Cole called, looking around to see from which angle of the corridor the response would come from. 'Boss,' he called the second time and paused to listen. There was no audible voice anywhere. He began to walk to the exit of the corridor, the soles of his shoes now making noise as they hit the shining tiles. He glanced at the doors at each side of the corridor as he walked, taking time to observe their locks and see if any of them was opened. He got to the end of the corridor without finding any of the six doors leading off the corridor opened. He stared for some seconds at the door right before him which led to another living room in the house. Then he turned back again and looked around for some seconds, adjusting the heavy school bag he had strapped to his back. He wondered if coming to this part of the house wasn't a waste of time, Tarasha was rarely seen using that area of the house but he just had to look all around because she had asked him to make sure he sees her when he returns from the errand. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed it again, the call went unanswered just like the previous times he had tried. Just as he returned the phone into his pocket, he began to hear sounds of footsteps coming towards the corridor. He stopped to see who was coming, looking straight from where he was to the other end of the corridor and hoping it was Tarasha.

Soon, a shadow appeared and then Henry surfaced. He stopped and stared at Cole for a while, his eyebrows gathered together as he wondered what Cole was still doing there.

'Still looking around for her?' Henry asked, his voice echoed through the empty corridor.

'Yes, you have any idea where she is?' Cole replied.

'Have you gone in there?' Henry said, pointing to the door behind Cole. He began to walk down the corridor slowly.

'No, what could she be doing in there?'

'Go in and check, I think I saw her coming this way after you left.' Henry said. He stopped and and closed his eyes as if he had just remembered something. 'Check her inside there,' he added before turning back and left without uttering any other word to Cole.

Cole turned back to the door reluctantly, wondering what Tarasha could be looking for at the other side. He turned the knob of the door and pushed it slightly. He poked his head in before the rest of his body followed.

It was his third time of getting into this place since they had moved in. The house was one of late Chief Onwuli's facility which was been taken care of by Chief Nonso and now handed over to them for use by Chief Gab. Though the house was built several years ago, it was properly maintained and had been renovated few years before the present year.

Cole began to hear some familiar sounds as he closed the door and took just two steps in. He paused to listen and determine the direction from where it was coming from.

He traced the sound until he got out of the living room to a corridor which enclosed only four rooms, two at each sides. The door of the first room was opened slightly and as Cole moved closer, he discovered that was where the sound was coming from. He entered in and found only Tarasha in the room, her inhaling and exhaling of breaths louder as she went up and down. Her body flat, suspended above the ground, supported by her palms on the floor and the tip of her toes also touching the ground. She knew of his presence in the room but continued without taking a look at him.

Cole walked in slowly, looking around the room. It was empty except for a plastic chair on which Tarasha's face towel and her phone laid. He moved closer to Tarasha and began to turn to her front as she was facing the wall behind. He knew she was aware he was around but wanted to announce himself, so that she could attend to him quickly. It worked and Tarasha soon stopped with the push-ups. She got up totally and reached for the towel immediately, she was totally drenched with sweat even though the fan hung to the ceiling was rotating so speedily and releasing much breeze. She began to use the towel to clean her body.

That had been her routine for the more than a week after she was confirmed to be perfectly okay, she had been exercising and brushing up her skills in martial arts and use of guns. It wasn't a new found zeal though, it was normal for her to exercise everyday but she only felt the need to intensify it and brush up her other skills because of the few weeks of inactivity she had been forced to go through to ensure her full recovery.

Even the whole team was now fully recovered from the stress and trouble of fighting with Rex and rescuing the boss. Except for Tomi who had just joined them and resumed her job as the cook, it had been an holiday for the rest of the team.

'Why didn't you wait for me?' Tarasha asked after she finished wiping her body.

'You asked me to talk to you immediately I get back.'

'Okay, so have you got all I asked you to get?'

'Yes, I did. I got all the gadgets in my bag,' Cole replied. He unstrapped the bag from his shoulders and dropped it on the ground.

'What's up with Base B?'

Base B was the name Tarasha had given to the facility they got into from the underground while Base A was the first one which the enemies knew of.

'Base B is the same way we left it, everything is untouched.'

'And Base A?'

'I passed through about three times like you instructed, there was no physical change I could see from outside and they were no signs outside the place to show that it was being monitored.'

Tarasha moved closer to him and squatted before the bag, she zipped it open to check the contents and closed it back after thirty seconds of viewing. She closed the bag and rose up.

'Boss, why don't we move everything from Base B to this place at once, so that we won't have to do it as something of emergency when the work begins?' Cole asked, a question that had been troubling his mind.

'Base B will be our main Base of operation, it is closer to town and is connected to good road networks. This Base would serve as a distraction when the time comes.' Tarasha replied.

'How will this place serve as a distraction and to whom?' Cole asked with a confused look on his face.

'A distraction to anyone after us. No one will expect that our new base of operation would be closer to the previous one that has been discovered, they are definitely not going to be looking towards that direction. Here will work for us; if it ever gets to be discovered- which will be difficult, the enemies or whosoever discovers it would focus on getting into this place and while that is happening, we can wreck havoc on them from Base B.'

'Hmm... Sounds cool,' a brief smile appeared on Cole's face.

'We'll start some work on Monday although it isn't time for the main jobs yet, I hope you're ready.' Tarasha asked jovially. She picked the towel from the chair again and proceeded out of the place without listening to Cole's reply.

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**NIS Underground Office**

Everything was quiet in the building and it's environment as it usually is during weekends. The weekdays were always different. Not that any sort of noise was expected during weekdays but it never used to be this quiet, there would always be sounds of people watching footages of crime events and recapping crime scenes from the security cameras data and when there was none of that, there would always be sounds of different fingers on keyboards of different computer systems.

Lizzy was the only one in the open office meant for six people, she had the her ears covered with the ear tips of an headset and the other end of the headset plugged into the CPU of the system on which she was watching a video. She had a pen and a jotter on her table which she used in writing down notable details from the video whenever she saw one.

A side of the office was made of transparent glass walls, so those in the office could see people who passed through the corridor and even speak to them; the glass walls had large spaces between them and the slabs above and that allowed sounds in and out of the place. That was a characteristics of most offices in the NIS Underground except offices of very senior Agents and rooms where top secret operations were planned and monitored from.

Someone could finally be seen walking in the corridor outside the wall of the office, after almost two hours of Lizzy not seeing anyone. She didn't look up until the she realized the person was coming into the office. She paused the video she was watching and looked towards the transparent door.

'Hey!' Dave walked in with a smile.

'Hi,' Lizzy replied in the same manner.

'How are you doing?' he asked, walking towards her.

'Fine, as you can see. How about you?'

'I'm doing fine too.' Dave pecked her on the left cheek and drew a chair close to sit.

'What did you come to do this early in the office?' Lizzy asked, turning back to her system to minimise windows and pause other processes she was running.

'Early?' Dave paused to check the time on his wristwatch. He turned it to her, 'It's just ten thirty.'

'I know,' she replied without taking time to look at the watch he showed her. She continued with the mouse, clicking and dragging. 'We resume work on Saturdays by three pm, so ten thirty is early.'

'Well, I came to see you. I've been here several times during the week to look for you.'

'No one told me.'

'You also didn't reply my messages.'

'I've been working, my personal phone has not been with me until this morning.'

'Well, it's okay. It's been past a week since we saw each other and I really needed to see you.'

Lizzy paused and turned to Dave, a smile forming on her face. 'You really came to see me?' She sounded surprised.

'Ermm... Yes.'

'Hmm...' She gave a broad smile and turned back to the system. 'When did you start becoming so nice?'

Dave chuckled. 'I've always been nice.'

'You've never been to me.'

'You would never agree. Well, what's your schedule for today and tomorrow?'

'Today and tomorrow? I plan on having enough rest. The person I'm working on is out of town and wouldn't be back till Tuesday.'

'Oh! Then, you definitely have enough time to rest.'

'Yea, before the task continues. You want to take my out?'

'No...I actually came to see you for something very important,' Dave began with a serious tone.

'Hmm...' Lizzy interrupted. 'I just knew you have a different mission, you're not just nice enough to check on me.'

'I'm sorry Lizzy but I tried to reach you during the week like I earlier explained.'

'Don't explain, just talk on what you're here for.'

'Okay,' Dave cleared his throat. 'See Lizzy, tomorrow would make it exactly three days since the last delivery of the Easy Shoppers to Samantha Osman and I think it's another opportunity for us to step in...'

'Us?' Lizzy frowned.

'Hmm... Sorry, I know that you're busy and you've got your own work to do also but I just need you to help me. I started this with you already and I don't know who else to run to,' Dave pleaded.

'Well, let's just thank God that I'm free tomorrow and I'll be able to help. So what would you have me do for you?'

'I want us to intercept the delivery of goods like we did the other time,' Dave said.

Lizzy let out a breath. 'On a personal review of the last time, I found out that it wasn't really a smooth operation. We didn't plan well and we're only lucky not to have been discovered. But how do we return to them now when they discovered our trackers the last time?'

'I don't really think the trackers were discovered. I've made a review of our activities the last time. Samantha Osman would have never allowed her man leave the tracker with the clothes at that boutique. And I've also visited the vehicle Inspection Office to fetch details about the car using the description and the plate number you gave me, they confirmed that the number was newly registered that day. My further investigation and review with the footages from the security cameras data proves that repainting the car, change of the plate and even the man's change of the clothes were planned beforehand and wasn't a result of your meeting with him.'

There was a brief silence.

'Are you sure you're not judging based on your instincts?' Lizzy questioned, squinting at Dave's face.

'You know I'm better than that. I watched the guy's body movements, he never checked his body or his car for the tracker before he drove straight to repaint it.'

'So you mean Samantha Osman didn't clear the footages from the database like she usually does?'

'It wasn't an operation, so she wasn't expecting that anybody would be monitoring the guy with the security cameras.'

'Hmm... That's true.'

'I also confirmed the identity of that guy, his name is Cole; he's the same we saw with the lady at the front of that gate and the same one that came to rescue the lady from the Inspector General.'

'Okay. But we need a smooth plan for tomorrow, I don't think we should work like we did the other time.'

'I have one already,' Dave said with a smile. 'I kept on monitoring the calls between the two numbers - the EasyShoppers and Alexander Kimberly - and I've been following their conversation. Tomorrow, we will make the EasyShoppers guys come two hours ahead and I will receive the goods on behalf of Cole...'

'Sorry, but...' Lizzy interrupted. 'Do you know if he's the one coming to get the supply tomorrow?'

'Yes, I confirmed from the conversation of Alexander Kimberly with Easy Shoppers. And even if he isn't, we will still do something.'

'Okay, please go on.'

'I will receive the supply on behalf of Cole and then you will deliver it to the real Cole.'

'Sounds nice and with less troubles.'

'Yeah.'

'Okay then, I think we're ready for tomorrow.' Lizzy said and turned back to her computer.

'Yes, we are ready. Thank you so much. I'll be back later to see you,' Dave said, getting up to his feet.

'You're going already,' Lizzy looked at him, disappointment written all over her face. 'I thought I was going to have some company in here.'

'I'll be back to talk to you, we still have a lot of things to discuss about tomorrow. Right now, I have to meet with Inspector Dakolo, I've been avoiding him for sometime.' Dave explained.

'Alright, see you later.'

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The loud roars of laughter announced the presence of visitors in the house to James. He hoped that they were not discussing an issue that'll be of concern to him because he didn't want to stay there for long. He began to hear voices as he got closer to the living room and the speed of his walking reduced, he didn't wish to meet the person whose voice he heard last. He finally got to the living room and met the Inspector General seated with the Vice President , The Lagos State commissioner of Police, Agent Tim and the Chairman of the NIS and they were discussing about the new generation of Police and security officers. The men stopped and all turned to him as he approached.

'Talk about the police officer himself,' the Vice President hailed James.

'Good morning your excellency, good morning sirs,' James bowed in respect to the older men.

'Good morning Agent James, please have your seat.' Chief Rikau replied, pointing him to an empty sofa adjacent to his. 'What drink would you like to take?' the man offered

'Ermm... Any soft drink would be okay,' James replied. He would have loved to refuse but he thought it might be disrespectful for him to since all the other men in the room had drinks in front of them.

It was the Inspector General's house and he had just been discharged from the hospital after twenty nine days. His colleagues and friends were coming to pay him complimentary visits and James had also come, not knowing that he would meet the set of people there at that time. He knew the Inspector General must have announced his coming because he had called earlier and must have also instructed the guards to allow him in because they wouldn't allow just anyone in when the Vice President was present.

James had no choice than to join in the conversation and stay longer than he expected, his eyes occasionally meeting with that of Agent Tim who he had been avoiding. He had suspected that Agent Tim had been sidelining him ever since the Inspector General was shot, he knew that the purpose was to hide the truth, so he also decided to continue his own investigation without the Agent knowing about his activities.

The jovial discussion continued for several more minutes and the Inspector General was active involved in it. One thing James was able to get out of the whole thing, even though not expressly stated was that the Inspector General's woes was self inflicted.

'Yes, come in.' Cole replied in response to the knock at the door of his room. The door opened and Tomi came in.

'Cole, the boss asked me to remind you about the supply from the EasyShoppers we're supposed to receive tomorrow.' she said as she walked in.

Cole's eyes scanned her body from her head to toe without giving an immediate reply. Tomi was on a short skirt and a singlet. He was sure she wasn't dressed like that when she got the instruction to come and meet him from the boss because anytime she wanted to come into his room, she made sure she was dressed in a way she could arouse his interest in her. Cole couldn't count how many times he had slept with her during the thirty days break but she never got tired and was always coming back even when he pushed her away. Cole was however happy about the house in which they now lived, it had enough rooms for everyone and he didn't have to share one with her.

'Do those guys deliver on Sundays?' Cole asked, looking back to his laptop.

'Yes, they make deliveries everyday.'

'Okay, I'll get it from them.' Cole said without looking at her. There was no reply from her but Cole could see her coming closer to him. 'I'm doing an assignment from the boss,' Cole said to stop her from coming closer.

'Huh...' she grunted. 'For the past one week, you've been having assignments from the boss and doing it in your room. I thought you were supposed to do them in the computer room.'

’No, she asked me to do this here. Please Tomi, don't distract me, we can always see later.' Cole said.

He didn't look at her but could hear her hiss and mumble some words. Soon he heard the loud bang of the door. He heaved a sigh and relaxed back into his seat. He placed a look at the door and shook his head. Tomi had become a prostitute without knowing, he thought. She wanted s*x everyday and was never tired. Maybe she was used to it as it was her normal routine when she worked with Don and so she must be feeling very uncomfortable having gone one week without it. However, she never did it with anyone without protection, she always had hers on even if the man does not, maybe that was a proof of her difference as a nurse.

Cole's mind drifted to the EasyShoppers delivery he was to receive the next day and Patricia's picture flashed through his mind again. He still had the sheet of paper where she wrote her phone number hidden somewhere and he had fought every temptation to call her during the last thirty days, not for the fear of anything but for not wanting to have anything serious with any girl until after they had completed their mission with Tarasha.

Part of him wished that she would be the one to deliver the goods this time again and the other part of him that didn't want distractions wished she wouldn't. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to resist asking her out if and when they ever met again. Memories of her had been tormenting to him during the last twenty nine days and he felt like he was about to lose someone so special and that he really needed to act quick. But anytime he tried to reach for her number he remembered what could happen to him if he ever got distracted or how her life could be in danger by her association with him. He was confused about the whole issue but one thing he was sure of was that he could never resist the effect she had on him.


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Chapter 10 Part 2

'And are you sure of all these things you're saying?' Dakolo questioned.

'Yes, I am. I've been following this for sometime now and I've been trailing the police officers in charge themselves. So I get to know what's happening and don't depend on what the officers say like other journalists do.' Dave replied.

'But that is dangerous, hope you know?'

'Yes, I do know it is dangerous but I tread carefully. I followed you for months while you were in charge of the case and you never discovered me,' Dave said with a smile.

Dakolo narrowed his look at Dave's face, shaking his head slowly. 'How do I believe that you did follow me? I couldn't have been so careless not to noticed anything.'

'Well, I've been following you and I can tell you some of your activities. I even know about the meeting you had with the Vice President and some other top security officers on Samantha Osman.'

'Oh! Do you also know what we discussed there?'

'No, I don't know that. It was a closed door meeting,' Dave lied even though he knew all the details of their discussion and that his involvement in the case began as a result of that meeting.

Dakolo frowned and stared blankly at the wall. 'That day we discussed about Samantha Osman and how she could cause more harm to our security and even our economy as she would scare of investors. And we also contemplated on getting an undercover that day, I don't know if there has been anyone yet, or do you know if there's an undercover working on this case?' the man stopped, expecting a reply to his question.

'Undercover?' Dave repeated, looking somehow startled. Dakolo nodded in response. 'No, I don't know. I mean if I know about the undercover, it means he or she is not doing his job well.' Dave answered. He knew if there was anyone that was supposed to work as an undercover in the case, it was himself and that was one of the major instructions he was given when the case was delivered to his team and he was appointed to handle it. But then, it starts with first knowing the criminal organization before acting as an undercover and if things would work out as planned, Lizzy would be the one playing the role.

'Well, that's true.' There was a long silence and then Dakolo got up. 'I'm committed to seeing the end of Samantha Osman, I don't just care whether the case has been taken from me or not.'

'But it could earn you a query and could even lead to a dismissal from the force,' Dave warned.

'I really don't care as far as I see Samantha Osman go down the drain first.'

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Tarasha wiped off the table neatly and arranged the books back on them, putting the heavier ones down and the lighter ones on top. The late Nasiru Attahiru's book was second in the arrangement and her mother's diary was third. She had read the former several times and had even sourced for more information from different places to confirm what she read in the book. Now she knew all about the notorious group that was led by the Vice President and how they operated in their days. It had also brought to her knowledge more secrets of the Vice President and Inspector General which she could use to plan against them and bring them down but she didn't have proofs to any allegations she could make against them. However, she had located several areas and places where the proofs could be present and she had taken opportunity of the last twenty nine days to map out how she would gain access to these places, look for the evidences and also keep them with her. She had done her planning and strategizing in very convenient ways that enabled her to relax well for her quick recovery and also made the job less tedious. For example, she had used the street and road maps data into making computer and mobile applications and games and whenever she played these games, she mastered the roads and buildings, getting used to fast escape routes and short cuts which will be needed when the main operation starts.

One thing she had not been able to look into was her mum's diary. She didn't really believe there would be so much information about the notorious group in the diary as the group operates secretly, even without their families knowing about them. Tarasha believed the diary would contain more of her mum's happy moments - she had always known her mum to be a happy woman - and less than one percent of what she needed for her operations but she still intended to search for and read her mum's account of their treatment by the notorious group.

Her phone beeped on the table and she picked it up to check the notification. She had gotten an email from an unnamed city in Russia. It was an email she was expecting because she had sent a message first.

More strategies and ideas had been coming to her each day on how she could kill her remaining targets without necessarily having to fight with Rex again. The recovery process of the past days had not been able to take off her mind the torture she experienced from Rex even though her body was stronger and the wound - her weak point - which Rex used in defeating her that day was also healing fast. The thought of facing Rex or another surprise like him again was the major reason she had decided for her body to be healed completely before going for any major operations that would involve a gun war or a combat. She was sure Rex knew a lot about her already while she knew none about him except that he was sent by the Vice President and the Inspector General. Her fight with him had been the toughest since she finished her training at the Nefary Clan and began to work for them. Not that she had not met or fought with men who were stronger than Rex before, but it wasn't just about the strength, there are tactics involved for every fight and she always had it better than those strong men. Her specialty in the use of her hands and calculation of the body movement of her enemy was always her weapon used in defeating anyone she faced. But Rex was totally different, she was totally unable to calculate him except for a few attacks he made which she dodged. But that was a normal part of any fight, Rex also dodged some of her moves, except it was a fight against an inexperienced or weak person, it was always expected that each fighter dodges some casual moves.
There was something about Rex which she also had but thought he could be better at than her, it was his intelligence in calculating his enemy's movement. He was even able to detect her weak point early that day and had wasted no time but focused on it and decapacitated her. She would have been long dead if not for the Vice President's instructions that she be brought to him alive. And that was what she was desperate to do before getting her main operation started again, ensuring that there was no loophole or weak point that the enemy could use.

She clicked open the email and scrolled up to read her own message which started the conversation. It was sent to the email address 47tarasha@nefary.org. It read;

'Good day Queen

I'm in a certain African country right now on a contract and I had an encounter with a strange man called Rex. His composure is exactly like that of one of us and he carries a sign on his mask. It's a sign that I can't really explain but that has been seen several times on Lord Nefary's board. I hope you are in Russia, I need you to visit the clan and check for the names of other assassins in Africa right now.'

The reply was sent to 34tarasha@nefary.org twenty one days after the initial message. It read;

'Hello Tarasha

I received your message and I acted as soon as I could. I visited the clan and after searching, only your ID was on record for assassins in Africa.
I believe a picture of description of the sign you saw would be helpful. As you know, different signs are added to Lord Nefary's board from time to time.'

Tarasha placed her fingers on the keyboard and began to type her reply immediately.

'I do need you to make another visit. The sign on the mask had a animal's face embedded in it, that's the only description I can give except I see it again.
And also check for any missing Zonal or Regional Lord or any of them that has been transferred recently. Do get back to me as soon as you can.'

She clicked on the send button after checking through her typed message for errors and dropped the phone on the table.

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**April 13, 2017**
2.03pm

Cole could spot the EasyShoppers van waiting for him in the park they met the last time. He drove into the place and parked just beside the van. He could see the hair a lady seated at the driver's side of the van, she was looking towards the other side. As he turned off the car engine, he wondered if it could be Patricia again because he didn't expect that the EasyShoppers company would have a lot of ladies involved in driving their delivery vans.
He opened the door and got out of the car still looking at the lady seated in the car. She turned at that moment and their eyes locked. Cole froze on the spot, he could feel currents flowing down from his head to toe. Patricia opened the door and stepped out of the van. She turned to his car and stopped at his front. Both stood still, looking into each other's eyes for almost a minute.
'Good afternoon sir,' she finally broke the silence. 'I believe we will go straight to transferring the goods this afternoon since there's nothing I've been instructed to inform you.'
'Goo... Good afternoon,' Cole greeted and closed the door which he hadn't closed when he saw her face. His body shivered as he watched her walk to back of the van. She wasn't putting on the EasyShoppers uniform as the day wasn't a workday. Instead she had a crop top and a black trousers which she looked more like a leggings displaying her full features and hiding nothing of her body shape. He began to feel aroused as he watched her backside move up and down as she moved. He cursed under his breath and wondered what she was doing with that kind of clothes, he considered it inappropriate for the job and began to doubt the EasyShoppers' professionalism even though he didn't doubt Patricia's s*xiness and heavy endowment. Surprising to him most was the EasyShoppers logo he saw at the back of the crop top she was putting on, it only meant that the cloth was giving to her by the company which would also mean that they encouraged their female workers to use the sex appeal with male customers. He wondered however how that had to do with their job and began to have suspicions. He stood still for a moment, thinking about what could be happening. Then he took out his phone and dialed the EasyShoppers office number he had.
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'Omotara,' Tarasha blinked and turned as she heard the call of her name. She knew Henry had entered the room and was behind her all along but decided not to give him attention, thinking he will leave when he sees her busy so as not to get distracted from her thoughts.
'Yea, Henry.' she replied him with a smile.
He squinted his eyes at her as he moved closer. 'You don't look happy, what are you thinking about?'
'Nothing, I have no worries.' she replied him.
'But it shows on your face, you didn't know when I entered.'
Tarasha smiled. 'Of course I knew when you entered. I wouldn't have missed that in my deepest sleep.'
'Oh!' he paused and sat on the bed facing her. She turned her chair from the table to him and shifted it that they both sat directly opposite each other. 'So what was on your mind? Don't tell me there was nothing.'
Tarasha drew in a breath. 'Nothing really, nothing different from what I've been brooding upon these days.'
'And what's that?'
Tarasha paused for a while and rested her back against the backrest of the chair. She folded her arms and stared at his for a while. He now looked more handsome and relaxed, the few weeks rest had helped cure the impact the stress was having on him. It made her remember how he looked when he was in prison and he refused to let out information about her and also how he convinced her that day to turn away from assassination with the selfless sacrifice he was ready to make for her. She also remembered the taste of his lips and gentleness with which he handled her and of course his inexperience in handling women. Another memory of him she had was his demeanor on the day he had to bath her. She didn't know when she let out a loud laugh.
'Hey! What's so funny on my face?' Henry asked with a smile, rubbing his palms on his face as he wondered what was so amusing to her.
'I was thinking about us when you entered,' Tarasha lied to change the tone of the conversation. She was finally glad she gave him a chance to speak with her as his presence seemed to have eased her mind after the message she got from her fellow assassin. They never had the opportunity to sit and talk during the last thirty days as Tarasha always had her door locked when she was in except meal times or time to use her drugs or give out instructions to her workers. She had also spent a lot of time with everyone else in the living room, having a jovial chat and on about four occasions played video games with Henry in the presence of the two others but this was their first time of being alone to talk.
'But what were you thinking about before I entered?' Henry asked.
'Nothing you need to know, I just finished arranging my books and cleaning the room.'
'Hmm... I see,' Henry replied and took in a breath again.
There was silence for the next couple of seconds as both stared at each other without having words to utter. Tarasha began to smile at him again.
'Now, you have to tell me what's amusing you on my face today.' Henry said as she laughed briefly again.
'You are amusing,' she said. 'Sometimes, you look like a ten year old kid to me.'
Henry's eyebrows gathered as he watched her talk and he frowned at her in a playful manner, though he felt a bit embarrassed.
'Thank God, I'm not ten year old.' he said. 'I'm sure I'm older than you.'
'Oh!' Tarasha shone her eyes widely. 'You must be a very old man to be older than I am,' she joked.
Both of them laughed briefly and there was a brief silence again.
'Come to think of it Tara, I really do not know your age.' Henry said thoughtfully.
'Oh! You want to know?'
Henry made a ridiculous face at her.
'I'm sixteen years old,' she said.
Henry chuckled and shook his head. He hadn't expected that she would answer him but he felt it funny that she could tell him she was a teenager. 'Why do girls always like to hide their age?'
'Girls love to hide their ages?' Tarasha asked in a surprise tone. 'Well, I'm not hiding mine.' she said and then a frown appeared on her face as a thought popped up in her mind.
'Yea, I'm sure you're not hiding it. Sixteen must be your football age,' Henry joked.
'What's football age?' she asked him, with the frown still on her face. She wasn't lying, sixteen was the age she knew. It was the age recorded for her in the Nefary Clan. She had lost count of her age during her years in the Nefary clan as there was no count of days nor years there. She only remembered that she was celebrating her birthday on the day her parents were killed but couldn't remember what year it was. The Nefary Clan also made it difficult for the assassins to calculate their exact ages as they never started counting from the day the abducted kids were brought into the clan but from the day they had fully gone through a series of tests which certified that they should be trained as assassins and this series of tests varied from one to five years for different kids. This age confusion was one of the strategies the Nefary Clan used to keep their assassins in bondage and also make them unable to create links to their pasts. And that was the reason for Tarasha's frown, she realized that she didn't know her real age. It had never occurred to her and wouldn't have if she was working like an assassin she was meant to be and not having anything personal with Henry. She had been asked several times of her age by people she had come in contact with and had also written different ages in documents she had submitted in different organizations but this was the only time she was asked and and needed to say the real age.
'You don't know football age?' Henry shook his head at her. 'Well, never mind.'
A brief silence ensued again with both of them staring at each other's faces.
'Is there any problem Tara?' Henry asked, after watching the frown on her face for a while.
'Nothing,' she said and forced a smile, trying to brighten up again.
'You sure? You've been keeping a sad face since I asked you about your age.'
She tried to smile again. 'Nothing, only a bad memory.'
'Oh! I'm sorry I made you remember something bad.'
'No, it's not your fault.' she said smiling and shaking her head. She closed her eyes and took a breath in. Then she opened her eyes and looked back to the table behind. Her eyes went straight to her mum's diary, that was the only place she knew she could find her real age. Now, she had another reason to read the diary. She decided that moment to set aside a day to go through it from the front to the back page.

She turned and looked at Henry's face again, he was staring intently at her.
'So what about the games I sent to your device, have you been playing them?' she asked.
'Hmm...' he pouted. 'I've been playing two of them, I think you sent me three, isn't it?'
'Yes, three. Which two have you been playing?'
'Ermm... The one I love most is the one named Ajuba, I hope I got the name correctly. ' he paused to confirm and she nodded in affirmation. 'I love racing games naturally but the reason I take interest in Ajuba is because the roads are so similar to some of the road networks in Abuja, where did you get the game from?'
'Well, I'll tell you that now but let me know the second one you've been playing.'
'The second is the climbing game, truth is I don't really enjoy that. And I've only played the third one once, I didn't really get it and I left it when I got confused.'
'Well, you don't have to enjoy the games, you just have to play them, I sent them all to your device for a reason even though I know you'll also catch fun with them.' she began to explain. 'The games were created by me...'
'I know,' Henry cut in.
She chuckled. 'The first one was patterned using the Abuja Street and road maps. The reason for the design is for us all to learn and master the road networks for easy driving and escaping when necessary. The second game which involves climbing is for you to master buildings of different storeys and heights and how to climb up and done using ropes and the window frames when necessary. The third game that got you confused is designed to make you master the use of weapons. All these masterings only works mentally but it'll make it easier for you to learn when you face the real world.'

The smile on Henry's face had completely vanished by the time she finished explaining. The thought of them having enemies again brought sadness to his heart. He wished that their days of peace and calmness would just continue without having to go back to fighting Rex, the Inspector General or any other enemy.
'But Tara, do we really need to go and fight these people? They don't know where we are right now, why can't we just live as new people and forget them.'
'Live as new people?' Tarasha blinked and shook her head. 'That can't happen until all these enemies are dead. Have you forgotten that you've been declared wanted?'
Henry heaved a sigh of frustration. 'But we can just run away, leave this place or leave the country completely.'
'No, we will not do that. Never!'

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