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Tarasha - Chapter 16 part 6

Tarasha watched from afar as they lifted the accident victim, she got out of the van to have a closer view. some of the people who had stopped to help were already rolling the remnant of the bike away. Tarasha confirmed the victim's face just before he was dropped into the car, he was still alive but unconscious. She was sure it was that same man she had an encounter with in the Catholic Church premises and during the police investigation.

Tarasha's eyes had met with Jefa's as the road got clear. That was the reason for the accident. Jefa could not concentrate on the bike he was riding again and had crashed into Don's car.

She wanted to move closer but stopped as she saw Ken discussing with someone else. She turned and began to walk back to the vehicle. She saw a phone, scattered into parts just beside the tyre at the driver's side, it was most likely for the accident victim. She stylishly picked up the pieces and entered into the car.

Ken handed over a car key to the man he was discussing with and turned to join the car. The man Ken was discussing with turned also and Tarasha saw his face, she recognized him to be Inspector Dakolo, she had seen his face once on TV after the execution of the Rivers State Governor.

She watched as he entered into his car and started the engine, he then engaged himself in a phone conversation. After using a minute altogether, he zoomed off. Tarasha felt like following after him to his destination and probably take him out also. She turned on her car but turned it off again at another glance towards the accident scene. It was more important for now to follow the man who Henry said claimed to be her brother.

The car carrying the victim finally started and drove off in the opposite direction. Tarasha followed after.

~~~

9am

Dakolo and Ken sat quietly, their moods were not quite far from sober as they watched Henry lay lifeless on the hospital bed. His eyes was still wide opened but he wasn't seeing anything nor was he making any movement. The doctor said he was still unconscious and wasn't sure of it he'll bounce back to consciousness or pass on from there. It's been two days now and there seemed to be no improvement in the situation.

It was obvious from investigation that Henry was not a drug addict but it was still under question if Henry had placed himself on the drip, nothing around reflected that he was forced to. He was the only one in the house at that time and there were no broken doors or windows to prove that someone broke in. The best conclusion was that Henry had decided to take his life slowly, maybe to avoid further embarrassment from the police.

One confusing thing that still bothered Agent Dakolo's mind and stopped him from making a conclusion was their inability to locate where Henry had gotten the poisonous drip from. They had visited everywhere that the trailer saw him stop and none of them could be the place the drip was sold at. Another assumption could be that Henry had it in his car before that day. But that'll mean Henry was already preparing to kill himself, Dakolo didn't think that was possible.

'Agent,' Mr Sylvester called as he walked into the room with a Doctor, the one in charge of treating the two patients that was brought in by the police.

'Mr Sylvester,' Dakolo replied, he couldn't stand the look in Sylvester's eyes as it made him feel guilty of Henry's plight.

'So your investigation has finally landed Mr Henry here,' Sylvester accused.

'Excuse me sir,' Ken tried to come in but Dakolo stopped him by raising up a hand.

'Mr Sylvester, our job has to be done, regardless of who it involves. Let's just hope and pray that Henry recovers quickly' Dakolo said.

'And I pray he recovers,' Ken quickly chipped in stubbornly. 'He'll have a lot of explanation to make about his relationship with the assassins.'

'Gentlemen please,' the sixty year old Doctor pleaded. 'Here's not the place for that, he needs no disturbance.' The Doctor said and turned to examine Henry, he turned back after some few minutes and announced, 'he'll regain consciousness very soon, I believe.'

'Wow! That's good news!' Dakolo exclaimed.

'Yeah, but there might be some complications.' The Doctor said in a sad tone, adjusting his thick lenses as he spoke.

'What complications?' Dakolo and Sylvester asked in unison.

'I don't know for now, we've extracted samples of the poison from his body and we're still performing some tests on them, we hope to come out with some useful results soon.' The Doctor replied without too much of hope in his voice.

~~~

'Hello, who's here?' Tarasha shouted around the store. A woman who was dressed as a cleaner came out from the shop behind.

'Good afternoon,' the Lady greeted, giving Tarasha a searching look. 'How may I help you?'

'I'm Miss Kimberly, an officer of the Nigerian Health organization.' Tarasha displayed an ID card for proof, she returned it into her pocket when she was sure that the woman had seen it well. 'I'm here to check this man's outlet, we are aware that he sells food and drinks here.'

'Ermm... Madam,' the cleaner scratched her hair. 'Mallam Jefa has not opened the store for some days now.'

'Mallam Jefa, is that his name? And he's not opening today also?' Tarasha enquired.

'Yes, they always call him Jefa. I don't really know if he's opening today, I seriously doubt it.'

'Okay, does anyone know where he lives?'

'Yes, there's someone here that chats well with him.' She pointed to a big hairdressing salon nearby, 'let me get him for you.'

'Thanks,' Tarasha said with a grin.

Her phone rang as she quietly waited for the Lady to return. Cole. She bit her lips slightly before answering.

'Hello Boss, we're about to go in' Cole's voice came anxiously from the other end.

'Relax your nerves Cole,' Tarasha replied calmly. 'Tell the others too. Relax, discuss your suggestions and plans with conviction and confidence. Make him see that you're capable of organizing the program. Also make him see reasons why you need to have more meetings, why you need a more suitable environment to discuss and let him agree to your own terms.'

'Okay, thank you boss.' Cole said and the call ended.

~~

'Come in Gentlemen,' Nasiru Attahiru, the Senate President welcome his guests warmly.

'Thank you sir,' Mr Alfred said as he took the hands of the man in his his.

'You're welcome,' Nasiru smiled cheerfully as he took the hands of the younger man and then the lady. 'Have your seats please,' he said before settling into his own chair.

'Thank you sir, it's nice to meet with you sir.' Mr Alfred began with a smile. 'We've actually been looking forward to this moment.'

'It's my pleasure. My mother have spoken a lot about you and told me how passionate you are to help the less privileged in this country but...' Nasiru paused and stared. 'I thought it was supposed to be four of you?'

'Yes, we are four but the fourth person has gone on a special errand to the business capital of the country, Lagos. She was sent to visit the slums and ghettos and get some pictures and interviews which she can send to the headquarters in Canada. She didn't go with us to Katsina also.'

'Oh! I see,' Nasiru's face brightened up.

'Yes, she'll be joining us once she's through.'

'That's okay, so let's get to the main points of the meeting.'

'Yes, thank you sir.' Mr Alfred adjusted himself and cleared his throat. 'Our first purpose of coming here has already been achieved, I'm sure you saw the pictures of the program and report of what we did.' He paused to see Nasiru's response, Nasiru nodded in affirmation.

Mr Alfred touched his lips with his handkerchief before he continued. 'That was our main purpose for coming but on further study of the country, we noticed that we have people with enough capabilities to keep these programs running extensively and we thought of a way to foster better participation of these people. Now, we've discovered that when calls like these are made, what most of them do is to send donations without making their presence well felt.' He paused again to see if he was making the desired impact on the man, he was. 'We've decided to make this happen by organizing conferences which we'll disguise to the public as a meeting for the elites, we'll use this meeting to inspire the attendees and give them reasons why they should be passionately involved.'

'Hmm... I get your point but our people here are stubborn. I'm still thinking of someone who can really get them to listen quite attentively in a conference. And it might not also be easy to assemble them together.'

'Sir, what if we invite someone like Mcklin Daves and Ray Gates?' Mr Alfred asked.

'What?' Nasiru's eyes widened in surprise. 'You can invite such people?'

'Yes sir,' Alfred said with a chuckle. 'They are all partners with our organization and they'll be glad to inspire others to join them in such a good course.'

'Ermm...' Nasiru's excitement reduced suddenly. He frowned slightly.

'Any question sir?' Mr Alfred asked, noticing the frown.

'No but I'm just thinking of how possible it'll be for us to convince them that they are really coming. And how am I supposed to be sure that you're not just saying this to get me involved?'

'Sir... We actually need your help to bring them down here, we are not just saying this to get you involved. In fact, you must be involved to make it work. We need the government's support to bring those men down here. They have to be sure that there is a proper mobilization of the citizens and only the government of a country can assure them that, not the body that is in charge of organizing the conference. Once you've approved for us to go ahead with the planning, we'll report to our Head office and they'll make contact with the proposed guests. If they agree on coming, then a video showing their agreement would be sent to us. And they'll also be involved in the video promos for the conference.'

Nasiru remained quiet for a while, pondering on all he heard. To him, the proposal sounded good and it'll be welcomed by the government of the country as far as their organization making the proposal can keep to their own terms.

After almost two minutes silence, Nasiru took in a deep breath and began to talk. 'Your proposal sounds good and excellent, I'm not surprised though. My mum already told me about your passion for the less privileged in Africa and I trust her judgement to be accurate always.' He took a brief pause. 'But I still need to know more about your organization. You know this proposal does not involve only the Ata's Foundation but the Country as a whole.'

'That's no problem sir, we'll give you any information you need about us, as much as you enquire.' Alfred said with a smile.

'Thank you,' Nasiru smiled back. He rested his back on the swivel and rolled back a little. 'So where are you lodging in this town.'

'Elymax Hotels sir.'

'Elymax?'

'Yes'

'It's nice but I'll prefer you guys leave there and come over to my mansion.'

'Oh!' Mr Alfred and his colleagues expressed their surprise at his offer.

'Yes, I'll like you to come today.'

'Thank you sir, we'll...' Mr Alfred was saying when the younger man cut in.

'Thank you sir, we are so honoured by your invitation to your place but we won't be able to do that on our own.' He said in a polite way. 'It's possible to come pay you visits but if we want to stay there, we have to let the office decide for us, since we are on their assignment.'

'Ok, I understand. No problem, I hope you relay my message to them and I'll be expecting you by tomorrow.'

~~~

3pm

Dakolo and Ken hurried up the stairs, proceeding to the Doctor's office. They had been called to come urgently as there was a new development.

Dakolo's phone rang as the got to the first landing. He slid it open and answered the call. 'Mr Sylvester.'

'Where are you sir? I'm at the hospital and we're waiting for you.'

'We're on our way to the Doctor's office,' Dakolo answered.

'Please hurry up.' The call ended and the journey up the stairs continued.

In three minutes time, they got to the Doctor's office. Dakolo took the empty seat available beside Sylvester while Ken had to remain standing.

'Welcome officers,' the Doctor greeted, he cleared his throat and adjusted his eyeglasses. 'The patient is conscious now.' He announced.

'Wow!' The faces of the three men brightened up at the news. They all felt relieved, all for different reasons. Dakolo for the fact that Henry who he had taken like a brother was still alive, Sylvester because Henry was still alive and the guilt he felt as a result of him being the one who invited him to join the NSCC which resulted in his troubles could now leave. Ken on his own was happy that a major suspect and eyewitness in Samantha Osman's case was alive.

'But...' The Doctor said in a flattened tone that caught their attention. 'His brain no more functions properly and he's partially paralyzed.'

The door suddenly flung open and a nurse barged in looking troubled.

'Sir, the accident victim on ward 12B is nowhere to be found.'

... To be continued

Read Chapter 17 Part 1, 2, 3 on www.youngicee.com

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Oyi'natum (sorry i mean oyin), pls i want tara's contact. i need to take her out before she do any further damage....i mean to 'Mr Biggs'.

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Chapter 17 part 1


The door suddenly flung open and a nurse barged in looking troubled.


'Sir, the accident victim on ward 12B is nowhere to be found.'


'What?' The Doctor gave the nurse an angry look. Firstly, he was angry at how she barged into his office without knocking and he was also angry that she announced the news in the presence of visitors, worse still the people who brought in the patient. 'What do you mean by that?' The Doctor barked, trying to avoid the gaze from the officers.


'We don't know, we couldn't just find him there anym...' The nurse tried to explain.

'Doctor,' Dakolo cut in. 'Are you saying there is no remedy for his case?'


'Ermm... Please nurse, you may leave.' The Doctor turned back to his guests, surprised that they were less moved about the disappearance of the second patient. 'No known remedy for now. His brain cells are degenerating so fast.'


Dakolo heaved a sigh of frustration, Sylvester's face was also covered with grief as he folded his arms with his chest up.


'Please Gentlemen, you may have to excuse me now' the Doctor said as he got up from his seat.


'Wait Doc,' Ken stopped him, blocking the way. 'The lost patient in ward 12B, isn't that the man we brought in the same day with Henry?' Ken asked.


'Oh!' Dakolo exclaimed, his attention finally brought to what the nurse said.


'No, I'm sure it's a mix up. That's what I need to go and clarify, I'm sure he's somewhere around the premises.' The Doctor replied and walked past as Ken allowed him. Ken stared at Dakolo who was still seated and was not ready to stand yet.


'You can follow him,' Dakolo permitted with a nod.


Ken turned immediately and followed after the Doctor. He joined the man on the stairs and they both marched down quietly and speedily.


Soon, they got to ward 12B and they met two nurses there, one was already cleaning up the ward while the other stood like she was monitoring.


'What's happening here? Where's the patient?' The Doctor asked.


A nurse turned back to the Doctor confidently. The uniform she wore indicated that she was one of the head nurses. 'Doctor, Good evening.' She greeted calmly.


'Matron, Good evening.' The Doctor replied calmly in respect for the matron who was also an elderly person.


'I don't think there's any cause for alarm, he left willingly.' The matron said.


'What do you mean matron?' The Doctor squinted.


'I saw him and a lady drive out when I was returning from Jumat service. I was surprised and I stopped the car to ask why he was leaving when he was supposed to be discharged next week.

He said his sister wanted him to leave the Hospital to continue treatment somewhere else. I tried to convince him to stay but he didn't agree.' The woman ended her explanation with a shrug.


'Are you sure it was his sister?'


'Yes, he said she was his sister. Although she didn't say anything, he doesn't look forced to leave, his face was kind of filled with joy. I'm only surprised when I came upstairs and the nurses declared the patient missing, I thought his sister took him away with the hospital's approval.' The matron replied.


'Matron, you should know we won't approve such a patient's departure, he was brought in by the police.' The Doctor countered.


'I wasn't here when he was brought in, I only knew about his admission.' She argued.


The Doctor heaved a sigh. He took a brief glance at Ken who was watching in silence, trying to communicate something with his eyes.


'Doctor, you didn't tell us he had a visitor.' Ken spoke.


'I was going to tell you, I wanted to tell you that a family member had come to identify him and also that the person who hit him has settled the bill but I had to first break the news which concerned the NSCC chairman, he has been waiting all day for your arrival.' The Doctor explained.


'But did the patient patient confirm that she was a member of her family?' Ken questioned sternly.


'Yes, he was surprised at first but was very happy to see her. He confirmed that she was his younger sister.'


'Okay,' Ken paused a bit and licked his lips. 'But the security in your hospital must be so bad to have enabled them leave without your approval, does that mean the other victim is not safe here also.'


'C'mon officer Ken, you know us too well, this has never happened here before. I'm sure there's more to it and I'll make sure I report to the authorities.'


'Or was it because there was no officer attached to the accident victim?'


'There was no reason for attaching an officer to the patient, he wasn't a criminal or someone who needed protection from danger, he only had an accident.'


'I'm just thinking,' Ken licked his lips again. 'I'm thinking we should add more officers to watch over the other patient?'


'Why? The three officers watching over him are enough, even too much. He doesn't even need someone to watch over him since it's a case of self poisoning. He's paralyzed and not mentally stable, he can't even try to leave here.' The Doctor retorted.


Ken gave a chuckle which later turned to a faint smile, he stared at the man like he just heard a kid chatter about a very important topic. 'That guy needs protection, serious one.' He said.


The Doctor paused and placed his hands on his waist, staring at Ken to give more explanation to why the protection was needed but Ken disappointed him and turned away, exiting through the door without saying any other thing.

**flashback; four hours ago**


'Thanks,' Tarasha waved at the cabman as he drove off. She turned to face the black old gate, she took a look at the neighboring houses, it was a perfect picture of the description she had been given. She proceeded further and pushed the smaller door, it opened and she stepped inside.


She stared at the house in the compound, it was a bungalow. She could see the entrance to a flat at the front view and another at the side view, she began to proceed towards the first entrance, confused as she had never seen the type of house setting.


A pregnant lady who had seen her approaching through the window came out of the front apartment before Tarasha got to the balcony. 'Hello, what can I do for you?' She asked with an unwelcoming face.


'Good morning,' Tarasha paused and greeted with a smile. 'I came to check for someone here, he's called Mallam Jefa.'

'Mallam Jefa?' She called out with a surprise note in her voice. 'No one ever asks of that man!' She exclaimed as she placed a hand on her waist tiredly and thrusted out her belly. 'I don't know if he's around because I've not seen him for a long time now but you can check,' she closed her door and began to walk down the balcony. Tarasha stepped away for her to pass. 'He stays at the two room apartment at the back,' she described the way for Tarasha with her hands.


'Thank you,' Tarasha appreciated and continued in the direction where she was pointed. In less than a minute, she got to the apartment described to her. She took a glance around the area before taking out her tool from the bag to open the door.



**Fast forward~~~~Inside the house**




She took out her torchlight from the bag and turned it on to brighten up the dark room, leaving the curtains closed so as not to arouse suspicion. She began to search round the walls, pointing the light to every corner to check if there were pictures. Only cobwebs were seen on the wall, no pictures, calendars or photograph. She proceeded to the centre table and bent down to check some books under. The first she picked out was an old one which looked familiar.


She got up with the torch stuck in her mouth and wiped the cover of the book with her hand. A picture fell off from it as she opened. She bent to pick the picture, it was an old photograph of a family. 


Tears formed in her eyes as she focused the torchlight on the picture and saw the faces of her parents and siblings once again.



**Fast Forward ~~~Two hours later **


Dressed in an Hausa native wear, Tarasha approached the reception at the hospital. The scarf on her head was neatly tied and the powder on her face moderate. A liittle tribal tattoo on her left hand and a big female bag to match the colour of her clothes.


'Good afternoon nurses,' she greeted pleasantly.


'Good afternoon, how may we help you?' A very slim nurse answered her.


'I came to see my brother who had an accident on Wednesday, ' Tarasha replied.


'What's his name?' The nurse asked, opening up a register.


'Jeffery but he's known as Mallam Jefa,' Tarasha answered.


The nurse stared at another nurse who was also listening and they made faces at each other before she turned back to Tarasha. 'What's your name please?'

'I'm Omotara'


'Omotara?' The nurses asked surprised that the name was a Yoruba name.


'Yes,' Tarasha smiled faintly, noticing the surprise in their faces. 'I'm Yoruba, I was only born and bred in an Hausa land like Mallam Jefa.'


'Okay,' the slim nurse muttered, still unconvinced. She took out a file under the desk and stepped out from behind the reception. 'You have to wait first, you may have your seat.' She said pointing Tarasha to the empty seats behind.


'Thanks,' Tarasha replied and complied.

The nurse left and returned in five minutes time without the file, she stood by the walkway and signaled for Tarasha to come. Tarasha quickly got up and followed as the nurse led the way. She leveled up with the nurse on the stairs.


'Sorry for the reception, but we had to be sure you were really his sister. He actually told us that he has no one who was going to come and ask of him.' The nurse apologized.


'No problem, I understand.' Tarasha smiled.


'Thanks and one more thing,' the nurse glanced at her with a serious look on her face. 'Are you guys in good terms?'


'Of course, why do you ask?'


'It was a shock to him when I said that you are here to see him,' the nurse said.

Tarasha chuckled. 'It's been a long time we saw and we didn't separate on a good note also,' she replied with a smile.


'Okay, he needs a lot of strength and more importantly rest now. We also found out that he's been worrying a lot recently, so it would be better not to do something that'll complicate his situation.' The nurse advised.


'Thanks, I'll do everything possible to ensure he gets the care that he needs.'

The both of them remained in silence for the rest of the walk. Tarasha was taken away by her own thoughts.


Even with all the proofs she got from Mallam Jefa's house, she had still not accepted that he was her brother. It could just be a trap for her. During her training, she had been taught how to recognize such traps. It was all wrapped around one thing, Emotions.


People tend to always give special care and attention to their families, especially in her own case where they had been separated by bad circumstances. The enemy is always aware of this and may try to come in through it. So she was prepared, she had her weapons all under her clothes, in the pockets of the underwears, she even had a small improvised explosive device in her car that'll distract and disrupt the whole process in the hospital if this was a trap for her.


They got to ward 12B after walking for two minutes. The nurse opened the door for Tarasha to walk in first. Jefa was seated with his bare back turned to the door, a bandage was around his head and his right hand.


The nurse waited for some seconds to see if Jefa would react to their presence but he didn't turn back or move. Tarasha also stood still in the middle of the way without saying any word. She realized there was tension between the two and decided it was best to leave them alone. She opened the door and quietly walked out.


After the nurse had gone, Tarasha began to take slow steps forward. Her body trembled and she paused as she heard her name.


'Omotara,' Jefa called in a soft voice. The voice did not sound familiar to Tarasha, she wasn't even expecting to recognize his voice since the last time she heard it was when she was eight.


'Who are you?' Omotara replied, in a low but strict voice.


Jefa looked back, taken a bit aback by the question. He thought she had accepted that he was her brother and that was why she came to him but then he also knew she was intelligent and wouldn't accept like a gullible person.

He stepped down from the bed slowly and turned his face to her. His eyes were full of tears.


Omotara was unmoved. There was no resemblance on his face to Jeffery, her elder brother. She took out the diary and picture from her bag and displayed it to him. 'Where did you find...?' She stopped abruptly, the look on his face was familiar.


He gave a brief smile with his weepy face as she twitched hers. 'Omotara,' he called again, he turned to the other side of the bed and sat in it. 'You still have your childhood face and I believe you still have some of the behaviors,' he began, with his smile broadening.


Omotara folded her arms and stared at him, waiting for him to flop so as to take the next step. She also ensured that she remained conscious of her environment.

'The top you wore on Wednesday was like the cat woman's and I also saw your black gloves,' he paused and laughed briefly. 'No one wears gloves during hot weathers except they're obsessed with cat woman.'


His remembrance of her love for cat woman sent down some electric currents down her body, that secret was only known to her family members as it was only at home she did practice the dressing and moves of the character.

But another thought struck her mind and she felt like killing him that moment. He must have gotten the information from her mother's diary which was found in his possession. He was definitely intelligent and wanted to play on her emotions. With her clenched fists and gritted teeth, she stared at him angrily like a lion waiting to pounce on it's prey.

Jefa unaware of what was going through her mind, began to proceed towards her slowly, in pains as his whole body ached at every step he took.



...to be continued



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Will tarasha succeed in her mission now dat her brother is here wt her? nd she didnt wait to hear don's name been cald by d oda guy. well lets wait nd see

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Tarasha - Chapter 17 part 2

Omotara dipped her hand into the improvised pocket of the dress, her hand touched the handle of the knife. She searched around with her eyes to see if there was anyone hiding around. She took the knife in between her fingers, ready to take out Jefa if he made an attempt to attack her. She dropped the bag from her other hand to the floor.

Jefa halted as he noticed something on the hand which she dipped into the pocket, he gave a bold smile and used his hand to wipe his forehead.

'So you still love tattoos?' He said with a broad smile, fixing his eyes on the point where the tattoo was. Omotara took a quick look at the tattoo and returned her gaze to his face, wondering what was amusing him. 'Do you remember that Catwoman tattoo you drew with your blue Biro on your belly when you were seven?' Jefa continued. 'Mom would have flogged you if I didn't keep my mouth shut but you never kept your side of the deal.'

That was it. Omotara's knee trembled and gave way, she fell and sat on the ground. She was broken. Only Jeffery had seen that tattoo and had promised to keep his mouth shut on the condition that she'll help him request for something from their father but like he accused, she never kept her part of the deal.

Her eyes were full of tears as her whole body trembled. She made sure no tear fall off her eyes by wiping off her face with part of the headscarf. She could see Jefa's legs right in front of her. She looked up to his face.

Jefa stared into her eyes passionately, unknowingly transferring the pains which were in his eyes to hers. He tried to squat and touch her shoulder but winced in pain without success.

Omotara got up and picked her bag, she took out a polythene bag it. She avoided his gaze. 'Please, change into these clothes.' She handed over the bag to him and walked out of the room without taking another look at him.

Ten minutes later, she returned already changed into another set of clothes, this time a Yoruba native wear. The tattoo on the hand had also been cleaned off.

Omotara took a look at Jefa and realized he needed help in completing his dressing. He had only been able to change his trousers successfully but had not been able to put on the top because of his arm and head injury. She walked closer to him and took the top from him, she then helped him to carefully fix in the top.

Jefa kept mute and raised no questions, having faith in his sister's instructions. He kept staring at her eyes as she helped him wear the top but he noticed she tried avoiding his eyes, he was only able to get glimpses occasionally.

'We have to go now,' Omotara said and helped him up from the bed. 'We'll take the other stair case down.'

Jefa obeyed without questions, he struggled to fix his legs into his sandals but she quickly bent down and helped him put it on.

'Okay,' Omotara said after successfully fixing the sandals. Her eyes met his as she raised up her head. He was staring at her lovingly. She took away her eyes and sniffed in, unable to describe her feeling at that particular moment.

As he took a step, she felt he was trusting her too much and she was taking it for granted. She needed to explain her actions to him.

'I want to get you to another place,' she finally spoke as she held his hand and he continued to take slow steps. 'Somewhere where I'll be able to watch over you myself.'

~~~

**Present**

Agent Dakolo and Mr Sylvester were still seated in the Doctor's office quietly when the Doctor and Officer Ken returned. Sylvester was still in a very pensive mood. Dakolo, due to the nature of his job and experience had been able to shake a little off the impact the news had on him.

'Where's the patient?' Dakolo asked the Doctor as the man returned to his seat.

'He left with his sister,' the Doctor replied, after settling into the swivel.

Dakolo glanced at Ken and Ken nodded in confirmation of the Doctor's words, Dakolo did not bother to raise any other question. 'So about Henry's case,' Dakolo cleared his throat and continued, 'is he going to remain like that for the rest of his life?'

'Agent, like I said before, there's no remedy yet. Some part of his body structures have been rendered useless and his brain is fast degenerating.' The Doctor answered in a sad tone.

'Degenerating? Is there nothing you can do to stop the degeneration?' Dakolo asked.

'We're doing all we can and all we should but it doesn't seem to be producing much results.'

'I don't understand.' Dakolo stared at the Doctor with a confused look.

'You see the mixture had gone a long way in circulating around his body with his blood, the liquid is what is responsible for the degeneration.'

'Is there no way you can remove the liquid from his body?'

'Except we remove his blood too. It has mixed with his blood and flows through the veins with the blood. There's a way we can still purge it out and that's why are conducting several tests on the remaining liquid, we could get another mixture that'll be able to nullify the effects or help him excrete the poison.'

Dakolo hissed.

'But let's still thank God he didn't receive the whole contents of the drip bag, that would have been the required quantity to initiate the full reaction. His brain degeneration wouldn't have been slow like this and we would have faced more difficulties in getting the liquid as what we'll have would have only been traces which we would get from his blood samples.'

Dakolo heaved another sigh of frustration. Several years ago, his thoughts would have been to fly Henry to another country for medical treatment but this was 2031, Nigeria was one of the countries with the best medical facilities and he also expected that the Doctor would have suggested it if there was need for Henry to be transferred.

'Can we see him now?' Dakolo asked, after some seconds of total silence.

'Yes, of course. He should be awake.' The Doctor replied and stood to his feet. He waited for the other men to get up and followed behind them as they walked out of his office. He locked the door.

'This way,' the Doctor said to Dakolo and turned who were facing the opposite direction. 'He has been transferred to another ward.'

'Okay,' Dakolo, Ken and Sylvester turned and followed the Doctor.

Seven minutes later, they got to the new ward. Two officers were in the corridor while one was seated inside the ward. The three officers were the same ones asked to keep an eye on him at the house.

Henry's clothes had been changed to white top and trousers, his eyes was open and liquid from a drip was running into his veins.

Henry's face twitched as he saw the man staring above him. He made no other movement and had no expression on his face.

'Henry,' Dakolo called. Henry blinked his eyes and turned his gaze to the Doctor as if he didn't hear anything.

'He's only conscious but his brain cannot really process things, especially communication. The Doctor explained.

'Is it that bad?' Dakolo asked.

'It happens,' the Doctor replied, 'to several mentally challenged patients.

The door opened and a younger Doctor came in. He proceeded towards the turned gazes of the men and greeted the elderly Doctor first.

'Good afternoon Sir.'

'Good afternoon,' the elderly Doctor replied and then turned to Dakolo. 'Meet Doctor Tobi, the new Doctor in charge of Henry. And here's Agent Dakolo and Officer Ken,' he said turning back to the Doctor. 'Officers in charge of the patient. This is Mr Sylvester, the patient's Boss at the NSCC.'

'Good afternoon Sirs,' Doctor Tobi greeted with a warm smile.

'Good afternoon,' his greeting was replied reluctantly.

'You'll be relating with Doctor Tobi directly from now on. As you can see, my office is quite some distance to this new ward.'

'It's okay Doctor,' Dakolo said, examining the new Doctor with his eyes.

The elderly Doctor's phone rang, he checked the screen and exclaimed, 'Oh! Gentlemen, you have to excuse me now.' He said before rushing out of the ward, leaving the officers and Sylvester with the new Doctor.

'Sirs, I made an important discovery.' Doctor Tobi stated, attracting attention to himself after several seconds of silence.

'What's that?' Dakolo asked, less enthusiastic about knowing the discovery.

'It's possible that the patient did not place himself on drip,' Doctor Tobi stated.

'Huh?' Dakolo and Ken's eyes widened, they showed more interest now. Sylvester looked interested too on seeing the officers new interest in the Doctor's conversation but he was lost on what they were talking about.

'There were traces of some sedative gases in his blood, it's possible that somebody drugged him first before placing him on drip.' The Doctor explained.

Ken and Dakolo stared at each other in silence, wondering how possible that was. There was nobody else in Henry's house on that day they had checked and there was nothing that suggested that someone had being in the house with him. The officers who followed and monitored him also saw no one enter the compound with or after him.

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Jefa laid on the bed wondering how Omotara had so much knowledge of medicine. She even had a room in her house that was well arranged with a bed for the purpose.

Omotara continued in silence to clean and redress hisy wounds which were exposed while they escaped from the hospital. She felt like saying soothing words anytime he groaned or made an uncomfortable noise but she decided against it, preferring to maintain the silence between them. She knew that he had so many questions running through his mind, so, breaking the silence and talking to him would only give room for the questions which she wanted to avoid.

Finally she was through with her redressing and cleaning, she packed up the tools and returned them to the shelf. Jefa was absent-minded and was still seated slantingly, thinking that the treatment was still going to continue. Omotara stared at him, unwilling to break her silence but she had to tell him to rest his back. One more thing that she had to do was to ask him what kind of food he would like.

'You can lie down now,' she finally said, walking towards him. 'What kind of food would you like to take?'

Jefa smiled and sat upright. 'What are you going to take too?'

'Nothing,' she lied, 'I'm not ready to eat now.'

'Okay, you bring me food when you're ready to eat too' Jefa said and rested his back in the bed.

'Come on,' Omotara moved closer to him and stared at his face which she had been avoiding all through. 'You really need to eat something now for your medication to work.'

'You really need to eat something too else you break down,' Jefa countered.

She sighed. 'I took something in the morning,' she lied again.

'I took something this morning too,' he replied adamantly.

'Okay,' Omotara finally gave in. 'What do you want to eat, so I can get it for the both of us.'

'You can get anything for me to eat as far as you're going to bring a chair and sit in front of me and we eat together.'

Omotara shook her head in frustration at the new condition. He stared at her, she knew he wasn't going to change his mind. 'Okay,' she said and turned back immediately. She walked out of the room, closing the door softly.

The first thing she picked up in the sitting room was her phone. She clicked open the browser and began to type some words into the search engine. The search results displayed and she selected an option. Soon, a page which displayed a list of restaurants in the area popped up. She picked the car keys from the centre table and proceeded out of the house.

All through the drive to the restaurant, she was wondering was how her life would be now that she had a brother. She thought of calling one or two of her co-assassins to ask for suggestions but she discarded the thought, she already knew that their advice would be to kill him, except if he was also an assassin with a rigid heart, that way both of them may be able to work together without anyone bringing in emotions.

She returned with two plates of fried rice after thirty minutes. Jefa was still awake when she entered back into the room. He sat up on seeing her bring out the plates from the bag.

She dragged a chair closer to his bed and dropped the plates on it. She went out twice to get a small table and tray and also two bottles and cups of water. She finally settled to eat.

Jefa was the first to begin with the food. He had taken about three spoons already before noticing that she wasn't eating. He paused and stared at him. She quickly began to eat to avoid queries from him.

They finished the meal in silence and Omotara began to pack the plates and cleaned the place. After taking out other plates and cleaning the place. She returned to pick the last bottle and cup of water that Jefa used.

'Tara, we need to talk.' Jefa finally broke the long silence.

Chapter 17 parts 3,4 and 5 is available on www.youngicee.com



Jefa smiled and sat upright.

If I don't comment today, I won't be doing myself any good and I don't think I will be happy with myself for the rest of today. You are awesomely superb, sometimes I think if you are a criminologist or a law enforcement agent, you are always on point, no derailing, this to me has made you stand out from all the crime writer I've ever read their work on nairaland and among Nigeria writers as well.. Please keep it up bro, you have the natural talent of a writer and it comes with huge benefits.

thanks Oyinprince. you are a darling. More wisdom to your brain, more power to your phone and more mb to your data

Deluxewize:
If I don't comment today, I won't be doing myself any good and I don't think I will be happy with myself for the rest of today. You are awesomely superb, sometimes I think if you are a criminologist or a law enforcement agent, you are always on point, no derailing, this to me has made you stand out from all the crime writer I've ever read their work on nairaland and among Nigeria writers as well.. Please keep it up bro, you have the natural talent of a writer and it comes with huge benefits.

Well said bro. He's a fantastic writer that knows his onions too very well.

Hei oyinprince doing what you know how to do,kudos any update for my boy he came into the world on saturday 28/5/2016 fellow readers join me and thank the Lord.

GenyEbere:
Hei oyinprince doing what you know how to do,kudos any update for my boy he came into the world on saturday 28/5/2016 fellow readers join me and thank the Lord.

Congats dear. May d good lord be with him Amen. abeg bring our share of d naming jollof rice oh

OYINPRINCE abeg wont u give me an update 4 my childrens birthday?

Nice work, Oyinprince.
We want more, I want more.
Thanks

This oyin is just too sweet.. This month is my child's birthday, pls dedicate the close of this thriller movie or literature work or what more can I call this, anything cool to my child. Enjoying grace that you carry always. Your talent is above your years... God bless you real good.

guys, there's a new update, can't really copy and paste now. www.youngicee.com