Chapter 1 part 1
The light in the room was dim, a thin line of smoke could be seen rising from a dark corner of the room, sometimes it was a huge brief mold. Someone was seated at that corner quietly while two others were standing close to him at his different sides. There was someone else seated at the opposite side to the dark place, the room was brighter at that part but the face of the person could still not be seen. His shadow was formed on the ground and the wall behind. He was putting on a black trouser and a white shirt, his right hand on his knee while his left hand on a table which was by his side.
An unexpected faint beam of light appeared from the table. The man’s hand reached for the source of light and picked it up and turned it to his face. The light from the Android phone revealed his face as he typed in a reply to the popup message.
‘The Vice President is cool with my decision,’ Chief Rikau spoke aloud after replying the message.
‘It doesn’t matter how many people are cool with it, you took a foolish decision.’ The voice from the dark place replied coldly.
The Inspector General felt uneasy as he adjusted his position on the chair, he loathed Rex’s audacity to address him without respect.
‘We could have taken instead of killing him,’ Rex said, standing up from the seat. He threw the remnant of the cigar to the ground and bent his neck sideways, it made a crack sound.
‘Killing him was the best, those guys are dangerous. We shouldn’t give them any chance.’ Chief Rikau said.
‘You’re a fool man,’ Rex voiced out boldly. ‘How can you say killing him was the best option? He wasn’t even the assassin and I’m very sure he wasn’t her brother, assassins don’t keep close family members who are dear to them.’ Rex paused and took out another cigar, he could tell from the movement of the Inspector General that the man wasn’t comfortable with his manner of addressing him. ‘I’m sorry for insulting you man but it’s just that I’ve never seen such a level of stupidity displayed…’
‘I won’t take that from you anymore,’ Chief Rikau blurted out angrily, standing up from his seat. ‘Don’t talk to me like that again, I was asked to give you orders, you should obey my instruction.’
Rex looked calm and undisturbed, he stared at the man’s face for a while. He placed the cigar in his mouth and lit it. It didn’t take him a minute when he took out the cigar again and threw to the ground. ‘D–n! I feel too hot here, even with the air conditioners, it’s so hot.’
‘It’s a lot different here boss, the weather cannot be suitable for smoking during this season.’ Don’s voice sounded quickly.
‘I know the bleeping weather is hot, I only wanted to relief myself from the memories of the stupid steps taken today, ‘ Rex replied, stylishly taking another jab at the Inspector General.
Inspector General Riquietlyt an angry look at Rex, he took brief glances towards other parts of the room before he hurried out to meet his escorts and junior officers who had been patiently waiting for him.
**8am, next day**
Tarasha was seated on a bamboo chair in an abandoned hut, she had a black bra on and the black trouser of the last night, the rest of her body was bare. Cole and Aisha were still sleeping on a blanket which they had laid on the floor, they used two different neat wrappers to cover all the parts of their bodies to save themselves from the desperate mosquitoes.
There was a laptop on Tarasha’s lap and her eyes were fixated on it. After composing a long message into the compose box of her email, she put in the NSCC email at the receiver’s address column and click on send. She minimized the window and maximized another; the Google chrome browser. There were several pictures of the Inspector General on the display by the Google image search engine. After saving some of the pictures into her laptop, she switched to another tab where she had searched for images of the man’s house. She saved some views and then minimized the window again.
She opened the map application on the system and searched for the location of the Kuje Maximum Security Prison, she copied the position as soon as she got it and maximized the NSCC application, she pasted the position copied to the column provided and after a minute of loading, an option of nine clips displayed on the first page, four more pages were available. Each option of clip showed a particular view of the prison facility, some of the clips on the third and fourth pages showed briefly some parts inside the facility. She made some few observations and typed some words into her phone to store for remembrance.
‘Good morning Boss,’ Cole interrupted her thoughts. She replied by flashing a look at him. He understood that she wasn’t in the mood to talk and quietly proceeded out of the hut. He stretched and yawned as the cool breeze outside blew on his body, he turned to the back of the hut to release urine before proceeding to the heavy duty truck the boss had come with the last night.
He observed the soil in the place, it would have been impossible to access the location with that kind of heavy vehicle if it was rainy season.
The place was somewhere in previously abandoned community, the people had to evacuate the place because of an epidemic that struck, now the people had started returning one after the other after the community was purified two weeks ago but a larger percentage of the community’s population had not still returned.
The truck was locked behind with a huge padlock, he had seen the content the last night and was baffled by what he saw in the darkness, he wondered what it would be like when it was day. The boss did not act like she was ready to tell him what was there as she only opened it to pick up something and locked it back. He wished she would allow him access the place.
As if his wish was heard, a key was flung to his front from behind. He glanced back to see his boss standing in front of the hut, her arms folded.
‘We have to offload the weapons because we’ll need to change some parts of the truck,’ she said to him.
He quietly picked up the key and opened the truck behind, his mouth was left agape as he confirmed to his greatest bewilderment the quantity of guns, ammunitions and other weapons stored in it. He took a glance at his boss with shock written all over his face, she kept an indifferent look and urged him to continue her instruction.
‘And ermm…’ Tarasha called back his attention as she remembered something. ‘Maybe you have to leave that for now. I’ll need you to check around Kuje Maximum Prison facility now. We have somewhere to go first and we’ll have to also visit one of their top officials in the maximum prison facility.’
‘D–n!’ Mr Sylvester slammed his hand angrily on the table for the umpteenth time. Frank and his colleague were standing beside him and staring at the screen of the laptop on the table. ‘Why did she have to leave like this?’
‘Sir, it is her decision and we have to respect it.’ Frank put in.
‘She’s needed here, she’s needed by our nation. She could have told me whatever the problem was and we would have offered her a helping hand,’ Mr Sylvester said stubbornly.
‘We just have to respect her decision, she said her mum is bedridden again and the whole family is blaming her for it because her job didn’t give her the opportunity to spend enough time with her recovering mum ‘ Frank said.
‘We would have still found a solution to it, going like this wasn’t the solution.’
‘Let’s just try visit the address provided, we may have luck in convincing her,’ Frank’s colleague suggested.
‘I hope so…’
Cole and Aisha stood far behind watching as Tarasha squatted before the grave behind the tree. It had only been covered with sand and it looked fresh, they had no idea whose dead body laid underneath but they were sure it was someone very dear to their boss’ heart as they could hear her soft sobs as she touched the soil and mumbled some words.
Tarasha’s eyes were teary as she dropped the flowers on Jeffrey’s grave. She had killed the man, she took the whole blame on herself. He wouldn’t have died if he didn’t find her, and he probably would have still been running his local business if she had not insisted he stayed with her. She also could have saved his life the day he was killed if not for her visit to Henry, she wasn’t allowed to take any device into the visiting hall of the prison, so she did not get an alarm when the intruders entered the house. She also didn’t check her device when she was returning home because she was moved by Henry’s discussion with her, all she wanted to do was get home and fulfil Henry’s wish; that was taking Jefa with her to somewhere far away.
She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the cold breeze.
‘Everyone involved in your death would pay, I promise.’ she said aloud, hoping her brother could hear the reassurance of the promise she had made him while digging the place the previous day.
Chapter 1 part 2
**1:03pm, next day**
A lady dressed in black suit and a sky blue shirt underneath was seen approaching the reception with confident steps. She had an unusual big designer handbag in her hand.
‘Good morning officers,’ she greeted the men behind the desk. There was a certain seriousness their faces carried and a very tense atmosphere around them. Some officers walking out from the reception could also be heard discussing in low tones. The subject of discussion for the whole facility was the news of one of their Chief Security Prison warders who was abducted in his house the day before.
‘Good morning, what can we do for you?’ the officer asked.
‘I’m barrister Jeffrey, lawyer for Henry Ekene George,’ she replied, brushing the hair which covered her eyes backwards.
‘Barrister Jeffrey,’ the officer repeated, taking a glance at his colleague. ‘Is he expecting you today?’
‘Yes, he should be. He asked his sister to get a lawyer for him.’ she replied.
‘Okay, but you know his case is a special one and you have to see the Agent responsible for his case first,’ the officer said to her, opening a file.
‘Yes, I know.’
‘You’re lucky you won’t have to wait because he’s around,’ the officer said and picked up the landline receiver and dialed, he spoke for about a minute, taking occasional glances at her face. ‘We’ll take you to him in a minute,’ he said to her after dropping the receiver.
She nodded and smiled in appreciation and stepped a little distance back, she raised her hand and turned the head of her wristwatch.
‘Is there anywhere else they operate apart from those two places?’ Don barked at Benny who was looking confused and speechless.
They were in a large room, the room was empty except for some chairs and some daggers and metal weapons scattered on the floor. Rex was seated on a chair at the opposite angle to where his men were dealing with Benny, he seemed to be engrossed in his thoughts and unconcerned with what Don and Stainless were doing.
Benny was looking very weak and sick, he had been reduced to a shadow of himself due to lack of proper feeding and exposure to mosquitoes and bad weather. He was feeling feverish and very weak but he didn’t wish to recover, he wished for his death to come quickly.
How Don and Stainless had found out Tarasha’s two operation places was a mystery to him, they told him that he had revealed it but he refused to believe them as he couldn’t remember giving them the information. Now, they were asking for another possible location from him.
‘Answer me man,’ Don said pulling Benny violently by the chin. ‘Or you want us to force it out of you like we did before?’
‘You guys are fools,’ a voice answered Don from behind. Don and Stainless turned back to see Rex moving closer to them, he was putting on an armless black skirt and a black shredded trouser. He had a pistol in his hands which he was loading as he approached.
Benny looked at the face of the strange man, he had heard the voice before but only seen the figure from behind. Rex had a striking resemblance with someone he knew but he couldn’t just place who it was.
A devilish smirk appeared on Rex’s face as he stared at Benny, then he slowly raised the pistol. Benny closed his eyes and mumbled some words in anticipation of his long awaited death. Two quick shots were released into his chest, his body fell off the chair lifelessly.
Rex tucked back the pistol into his pocket and turned to Don and Stainless. ‘Both of you are fools,’ he reiterated. ‘You guys still believe that he has useful information?’ he asked staring at them in disbelief. ‘He’s very useless already, you don’t expect her to still use the locations he knows. You’ll just fix yourself into a trap.’
Don and Stainless’s shoulders dropped in shame as Rex scolded them. Stainless proceeded to the door and poked out his head, he whispered some thing to the men outside and two people entered back with him, they lifted Benny’s body and carried him out of the room.
‘How come Henry has never mentioned your name?’ Dakolo stared at her skeptically. He was seated opposite the barrister at a table in the visitor’s lounge, the same place Tarasha had met with Henry two days ago, the only difference was that there were no inmates and guests, it wasn’t visiting hours. Only Dakolo was seated with the lawyer, three other officers were standing at different points in the large space, two officers manned the exit.
‘I’m not sure he knows my name, except his cousin has told him about me,’ she replied confidently. ‘It’s the first time I’m working for him, I’m his cousin’s friend and lawyer.’
Dakolo gave a doubtful smile. ‘We’ll have to confirm from Henry first,’ he said and got up from his seat, walking towards the exit of the place. ‘Keep an eye on her,’ Dakolo muttered to the officers at the exit. ‘Don’t hesitate to take her down immediately if she tries anything.’
Dakolo walked briskly with one officer and a warder following behind him. In no time, they got into the building for solitary cells, Henry’s cell was the last on the block. It was a small cell, well cemented and neat. He was seated on the floor and facing the wall like a monk meditating, he didn’t look back or move even when he heard the padlock at the door being opened noisily.
‘Agent Dakolo, what do you want again?’ Henry spoke up after Dakolo and the officer entered.
‘What’s the name of the lawyer you asked your cousin to get for you?’
‘What lawyer?’ Henry asked, still not turning back. But the sudden movement of his head was enough to tell he was surprised by the question.
‘Didn’t you ask for a lawyer?’ Dakolo continued, observing closely. ‘I’m aware your cousin was here two days ago and you discussed about your lawyer with her but it seems who we have here today is an impersonator.’
‘My lawyer is here?’ Henry asked, finally turning back. He knew it could be none else than Omotara herself.
‘Yes, someone is claimimg to be your lawyer. She has some files as evidence, we want you to confirm the name before we allow her see you.’
‘Ermm… But I don’t know her name,’ Henry blurted out, not wanting to complicate matters as he wasn’t sure what name Omotara had told them. It was quite obvious that he wasn’t expecting any lawyer.
‘You don’t know your lawyer?’
‘Yes, it’s a new lawyer.’
‘But you knew the gender,’ Dakolo pointed out doubtfully.
‘Ermm… Yes, I just guessed it should be a woman.’
‘Hmm…’ Dakolo paused for some seconds. The look on Henry’s face had now changed from hostility to anxiety. Dakolo stretched his opened palm towards the officer who came in with him. A phone was dropped into it, the same phone Henry used to make the call to Omotara the day before. ‘I won’t deny you access to see your lawyer but I won’t allow her escape either, if I find out she’s your gang mate.’ He said with a smirk and began to punch some buttons on the phone. ‘I’m aware you spoke to your sister with this phone, I’m dialing her number again and we’ll place it on loudspeakers. I want to hear her confirm the name of the lawyer.’
Dakolo dialed the number and handed it to Henry as it began to ring.
‘Hello Tara,’ Henry said into the phone.
‘Henry, have you seen Barrister Jeffrey?’ a strange female’s voice replied.
‘No, but the police would soon allow me see her.’ Henry replied, taking a glance at Dakolo’s face. He didn’t recognize the voice but he had to play along, he believed Omotara must have designated someone to answer the call.
‘She’s my friend and a very good lawyer, I’m confident in her, please do cooperate with her.’ the voice said again.
‘Thank you Tara,’ Henry replied and stretched the phone back to Dakolo without taking his eyes off Dakolo’s face.
Dakolo collected the phone and gave it to the officer also without taking off his eyes from Henry.
‘You’ll come with me,’ Dakolo said and then turned to make a signal to the officer. The officer stepped forward with an handcuff and fixed it on Henry’s willing hands. Then they led him out of the cell to meet his lawyer.
Henry fixed his eyes on the lady seated as he entered into the large hall, of course, she wasn’t looking so different from what he saw the day before, she must have only changed her wig and reduced the makeups.
He proceeded towards the seat, followed by Dakolo and the officer. Thirty seconds after he sat down, Dakolo was still standing behind without showing any signs of moving soon. Henry turned to look, Dakolo had his eyes fixed on the lawyer’s face, sizing her with his eyes suspiciously.
‘Good luck,’ Dakolo said almost in whispers before turning away.
Henry looked around the Hall while Dakolo walked out, he saw the officers standing at different sides.
‘Shh..’ She hushed him as he wanted to talk, placing a finger on her lips. ‘This table is not too convenient for me, let’s move to another.’ She said aloud and got up from her seat, Henry followed her and they moved to another table.
‘You’re supposed to be gone with Uncle Jeffrey, what are you doing here? And where’s he now?’ He asked in a low voice immediately after they settled at the new table
‘I came to get you out of here,’ she replied, without regarding his comment about Jefa.
‘You don’t get? I don’t need to get out of here.’ Henry replied.
‘Don’t make things difficult for us Henry, just place your hands on the table and allow me start with taking off the handcuff,’ she said, raising her eyebrows.
‘Omotara, please don’t do this, don’t waste your time trying to get me out. What you should do is get Uncle Jeffrey out of this country and make him happy.’
‘Uncle Jeffrey is dead,’ she said coldly.
‘Huh?’ Henry’s eyes widened in shock of the news. His heart beat speed increased and his cold currents were sent down his body.
‘Place your hands on the table, my team is waiting for me,’ she said in a commanding tone but Henry was still too shocked to respond.
She stretched her hands to him and gently dragged his hand to the table softly, pretending like she wanted to hold his palms. Taking careful looks at the officers around, she carefully rolled down something attached to her wrist under her sleeves. and it was an electric key attached to a sling.
‘No, I don’t want to go.’ Henry said aloud, raising his hands from the table and attracting the officers’ attention.
Chapter 1 part 3
Investigations are on already to capture the attackers of the weapon store. The police has found the account of eyewitnesses unbelievable that only a lady was the one who attacked the store and got away with so many weapons after taking out the guards and sellers in charge. The identity of this lady is unknown yet but all fingers points to Samantha Osman who is the head of the dangerous assassin group that has been troubling the nation. More details on this to come as investigations proceed…’
Cole smiled as he listened to news via his phone’s radio, they had just provided him an answer to the question bubbling in his heart since the past two days; that is , how Tarasha had gotten a truck filled with different kind of weapons and arms.
He was seated at the passenger’s side of the truck which had a seat for two, the driver’s side was empty. Aisha was outside by the right side of truck, she was walking from behind the truck forward. She had her a tiny earpiece in her ears and she was busy with the phone in her hands as she opened the door to the passenger’s side and slid in beside Cole.
Cole sat properly to accommodate her, she sat comfortably and rested her arm on the window. Cole continued browsing on his phone while the radio played on loudspeakers.
‘We’ve gotten the first and second signal already, do you remember what the third signal means?’ Cole asked some minutes after she entered. He turned to her and nudged her by the side when he didn’t get a response after few seconds.
‘Yes?’ she answered, taking a brief glance at him and taking off the earpiece before she returned her focus to the phone again.
‘I’m asking if you remember what the third signal would mean when we get it,’ Cole repeated but there was still no response, Aisha had her full focus on her phone’s screen.
‘What did you say?’ she asked again.
‘What are you doing?’ he ignored her question and fixed his eyes on her phone’s screen to see what was distracting her.
‘I’m just scrolling through some pictures,’ Aisha answered, even though Cole had already seen the opened photo files from her phone’s gallery, she was staring at a family picture.
‘Then why is it having so much of your attention?’ Cole asked.
Aisha sighed, ‘It’s my family, I haven’t seen them for a long time.’ she replied, handing him the phone to take a look at the pictures. Cole took the phone and took some seconds to look at the old picture which had a family of five covered.
‘Which of the girls are you?’ Cole asked, bending sidewards to her.
‘Here,’ Aisha pointed at the smallest girl in the picture. Cole grinding and sat back straight, still staring at the pictures.
‘So where are your siblings now?’ Cole asked.
‘I don’t know where my elder brother is, but my sister is married with kids and with her husband in Ibadan.’
‘What about your parents?’
‘Of course you know they’re in Lagos,’ she replied and took in a deep breath. ‘I wish to see my mum again but I don’t know if she’ll even accept me as her child.’
‘Hmm…’ Cole dropped the phone on his laps and drew in a deep breath. He rested his head backwards and stared blankly to the roof of the vehicle, biting his lips. ‘I don’t think my family even knows I’m still alive, they should have long forgotten about me.’
Aisha took a glance at his face, tears were gathering in his eyes already, she had never seen him like that. She wanted to comfort him by saying that his family couldn’t have forgotten him but she knew it would be a futile effort, there was no need denying an obvious truth. She leaned towards him and placed her head on his chest. Cole responded by holding one of her hands and placing the other on her forehead, he rubbed it gently.
Two officers immediately began to journey towards them slowly, cocking their guns at the same time. The other officers closed up and formed a wall at the entrance, holding their guns at alert.
‘I don’t want to go to court, please just leave,’ Henry resorted to acting quickly as he realized his mistake.
‘But you just have to,’ the barrister replied in the same loud voice.
‘No please, there’s no need to, it’s a lost battle already.’
‘Please keep your voice low sir, you’re disturbing the officers already.’ she said aloud, motioning him to calm down as she made her eyes meet with the officers who had come close to them. They had a look of disappointment on their faces, meaning that they had believed Henry’s acting as real. A glance towards the exit also revealed to Tarasha Dakolo who was peeping from outside, their eyes met, he had been hiding somewhere close.
Their was a look of dissapointment in Dakolo’s eyes as he noticed that they were not at the table where he left them. He quickly returned to his hiding place as his eyes met with the lawyer’s.
Henry and the lawyer both maintained a reflective silence until the two officers who were approaching them returned to their previous positions after strolling around them.
‘Omotara, I don’t believe your story,’ Henry said, returning back to his low voice. His eyes showed the fear he had in his heart. ‘You’re only saying this to manipulate me. ‘
‘There’s no time for arguing, I need you out of here. So that I can focus on getting other things.’
‘Please Tara, you don’t need me out of here. Just tell me what you said about your brother is a lie.’
‘Unfortunately, it’s true.’ She replied.
‘I don’t believe you, you don’t look like you just lost your brother.’
‘He was killed yesterday, I met him dead at the house when I left here.’ She said, slowly mentioning her words slowly.
‘No, it can’t be true.’ Tears ran down Henry’s face and he began to sob.
‘You’ll have enough time to cry when we get out, let’s go now.’ She said.
‘Please, I don’t want to get out of here by killing more people.’ Henry said almost inaudibly, tears still streaming down his face.
‘We have no option,’ she said, holding his palms in hers.
‘Have you reported his death to the police?’ Henry asked, wiping off the tears on his face hurriedly. ‘I could talk to Inspector Dakolo, he’ll be willing to help us.’
‘No, the police does not need to help us,’ Tarasha said, her tone change, she felt angry at Henry’s mention of the police.
‘They can help us,’ Henry tried to hold her hands again.
She pushed away his hands and put hers below the table, ‘The killers were led by the leader of the police force, the police themselves are helpless here.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Henry looked more confused.
‘The Inspector General led the group of people who killed my brother,’ she said in plain terms.
Henry was taken aback by her statement, the tears from his eyes seized and his eyes widened in shock.
‘Let’s get out of here now, we’ll have time to talk later.’ she stopped him as he wanted to speak.
‘But how are you going to get me out of here?’ he asked, considering all the police officers watching them.
‘Just follow my instructions and don’t try to stop whatever I do,’ she replied him.
‘Okay, what should I do?’ Henry asked, not yet enthusiastic about escaping. He watched as she glanced around the place, ‘Hope no one would have to die in this process,’ he quickly added.
‘They don’t necessarily have to, they only need to cooperate well,’ she replied. There was a brief silence, Henry seemed to pause and consider the options.
‘Okay, take off the handcuff now,’ he said stretching his hands on the table. Tarasha ignored him at first, she took a glance at her wristwatch and turned the head a little. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried to recall the secret exits which the Chief warder they abducted had been coerced to tell them about. He told them of about three points and she had to calculate the best point to follow based on their position they were in the facility. Luckily for her, the job was easier because they were far from the main buildings for prisoners, the secret escape there was more complex.
Dakolo sat outside the visiting hall patiently waiting for the lawyer to round up her meeting with Henry. His plan to record their conversation had gone wrong already, he had secretly fixed a recorder under the table where he left the lawyer sitting with Henry but to his disappointment, he saw that they had moved to another table when he peeped in the other time.
His phone began to vibrate in his pocket, he took it out and stared at the screen. His eyes wudened in surprise as he saw the caller’s ID, it was the missing Chief securit warder.
‘Hello,’ he said with a stern voice as he rose up from his seat, he was expecting to hear the abductor’s voice. He began to walk fast out of the yard as he listened. He heard nothing except the sounds of a noisy moving vehicle until the call was cut. He dialed the number again as he entered into an open office, it began to ring but was not answered.
‘Somebody just called me with the Chief warder’s number,’ he announced to the occupants of the large open office. He caught their attention and two male officers sitting behind their desks with computers sprang up to the feet immediately. ‘Is it still ringing?’ One of them asked.
‘Yes, I think they made a wrong dial.’ Dakolo said, handing over his phone to one of the officers. The officer sat back behind the computer to track the location the call came from.
Henry’s hand remained on the table, waiting for Tarasha. He began to wonder why she wasn’t taking off the handcuff anymore, since she was the one who had been rushing him.
‘We can’t do it like that anymore, these guys are extra alert than they were before. If you’re observant eough, you don’t need to look towards them before knowing that their eyes were fixed on your hands immediately you placed them on the table.’ She explained and took a brief pause. ‘Now, when I drop the key on the table, you pick it up and hide under this table, then take off the handcuff yourself while I take the guys out,’ she finally said to him.
A protesting look appeared on his face and he withdrew his hands from the table ‘They don’t have to die except they prove too stubborn, we don’t have any choice now.’ Tarasha added, he placed his hands back on the table.
She rested her back in the chair and stretched, then she leaned forward to the table again. She continued speaking in low tones to erase suspiciin. She could feel the prying eyes of the officers on them, the two who had come closer earlier, began to approach them again. She folded her arms and carefully detached the key, then she rested back again. The officers had come very close, only about two hundred centimetres from them, behind other tables, they were staring at their table with suspicion in their eyes.
Tarasha took a look at the officers, ‘Please may I have your attention,’ she said with a hand gesture to one of the officers, she placed her other hand on the table and in the process dropped the key but still using her palms to cover it. The officer she called hurried forward, it was his chance to move closer to them without making them alert.
‘Yes, how may I help?’ the officer asked, now standing close by the middle of the table.
She looked up at his face and then took a quick glance at her wristwatch without saying anything.
‘You called me…’ the officer tried to say but wasn’t allowed to land.
‘Go Henry,’ Tarasha said as she thrusted her attached finger nails into the side of the officer’s belly and rose up. Henry quickly picked the key slid under the table. The officer screamed in horror as his body felt weak immediately.
Some bullets followed from different directions of the hall but the attacked officer’s body was the recipient, Tarasha used his body to shield hers. She took out the pistols from his body and threw a backflip, cocking the guns as she did.
CHAPTER 1 part 4
Bullets followed from every direction of the hall but the officer’s body was the recipient as Tarasha used his body to shield hers. She took out the pistols from his body and threw a backflip, cocking the guns as she did.
**7 minutes ago**
Aisha’s head was laid on Cole’s chest warmly, she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the fragrance and warmth of his body and his arms wrapped around her. He touched her forehead and stared at her face, they had never been this close.
Their magic moment was ended abruptly as the head of their wristwatches moved at the same time and their alarms sounded. The separation between them was sharp and instant. Cole quickly moved to the driver’s side of the truck and fastened his seatbelt, he adjusted his rear view mirror before starting the engine. Then he collected a black piece of clothing Aisha was handing to him, both of them put on the face at the same time. He took another quick look at Aisha, she had also fastened her seatbelt and was about to begin to setting up guns for the both of them.
‘Where did that sound come from?’ Dakolo paused to ask Clem who he was conversing with on his way back to the visitor’s hall. They were in the prison yard, some prisoners on uniforms were clearing grasses while some were filling a pit with sand, there were several warders around supervising them.
‘From…’ Clem was pointing to the direction of the visitor’s lounge of the prison when a louder noise distracted them, there was a explosion several metres away before the reception, sounds of gunshots followed. ‘It must be from the gate.’
She landed on the table behind, standing on her left foot alone, at the same time taking out the two closer guys as she released bullets from the two guns. As she shot them, flashback of her brother lying in his own pool of blood ran through her mind, she began to see the face of the Inspector General Rikau on every officer’s face.
She placed her second feet on the table and sent in bullets to the bodies of the officers still trying to aim at her correctly. In less than fifteen seconds and with just six bullets, she had taken down the six officers in the visiting hall with her. She climbed down the table and proceeded forward, still pointing her guns towards the main entrance and keeping an eye towards the other entrance which was from the prison cells.
‘Let’s go,’ she said to Henry with a note of command. Two prison warders appeared from the exit into the cells and received two shots into the chests instantly.
Henry got up from under the table soberly, tears formed in his eyes as he saw the dead bodies of officers scattered all around the visiting hall. He was now seeing the Samantha side of Omotara, just few minutes ago, she had promised him to not shed the blood of innocent people but now she was killing mercilessly.
‘Let’s go,’ she reiterated to him as he was still being sluggish. This time the note in her command sounded more dangerous. The look in her eyes also told him she wasn’t pleading with him or would consider his say in the matter. He hastened his steps and followed closely her behind to the entrance.
She signaled for him to stop and peeped to see outside of the hall; the whole prison yard was in disarray, the prisoners working in the compound had fled and some were still fleeing at the sounds of the gunshots from the visiting hall and the loud explosion from the main entrance of the facility. ‘Let’s go,’ she motioned him to continue following behind while she led the way.
Half walking and jogging sidewards, Tarasha gunned down any warder or officer who sprang out of the buildings around and tried to aim at them, the only ones left to live were the ones who were running out without noticing them and the prisoners who were running for safety.
About eight police officers positioned themselves straight at the front of the reception building of the maximum prison facility, all of them got on their left knees and aimed their guns at the approaching vehicle.
‘Stop right now before, the count of three…’ The ninth police officer shouted into the megaphone. ‘1…2…3,’ he shouted but the driver of the truck seemed not to be moved.
‘What’s happening? Where did that explosion come from?’ Dakolo asked aloud on getting back into the open office. The whole place was in disorderliness. some officers were running in and out, trying to get their guns and bullets.
‘It looks like we’re under terrorists attack,’ an officer who was making a call paused to answer him. ‘More reinforcement needed, purpose of attack undefined yet…’ he continued with his call after answering Dakolo.
‘I repeat, surrender yourself now or we…’ He couldn’t complete his statement as the officers pushed the triggers in panic when a grenade ball was launched from the truck towards them. The speaker dropped the megaphone and fled for his life, the shooting officers also fled before the ball landed but none of them could escape the effect which followed.
Cole had halted the vehicle before Aisha launched the ball and waited for the explosion. The bullets from the officers hit the front glass but could not pierce through because of the bullet proof quality. Other parts were also bullet proofed, that was a result of the parts of the truck they had worked on the day before.
He adjusted the rearview mirror again before he started to reverse the vehicle.
‘Terrorists attack, what the hell could be…’ Dakolo could not finish his statement as another explosion rocked the place that moment, causing a vibration which sent them all to the floor.
Henry kept following closely, without asking questions, even though it looked like she was leading him into fire. Another explosion had sounded and it was at the reception building where Omotara was leading him towards. The effect of the vibration was not felt much from where they were running, but Henry still almost fell while running.
It seemed Omotara had everything well timed, Henry had watched as she received another signal through her wristwatch, she then halted with him and hid behind a wall until next explosion went off. Then they began to run towards the place that went up in flames.
They got to an open office by the left and Omotara stood at the entrance, she threw in a small material which look like a cigarette lighter in and covered her nose with an handkerchief before entering. She asked Henry to wait at the door. Henry could see Agent Dakolo amongst the officers sprawling on the floor who were just trying to recover from the vibration that swept them off their feets, they began to cough as the gas from the object Tarasha threw in spreaded.
Tarasha proceeded straight to a table and picked the bag which she had come with, she took out a perfume like bottle from it and dropped it on the floor shattering the bottle into pieces. A blue smoke was being emitted from the spot which the bottle was dropped as Tarasha walked back out of the office, that was the second gas she released into the place.
‘Well aimed,’ Henry heard Tarasha say into the wristwatch as they got closer to the exploded place. Amidst the thick dark smoke and flames, Henry could see the lights and hear the sounds of a heavy truck driving.
Henry stopped to look back at the open office which they just left, he could see that Dakolo and some of the men were up and still coughing but they also seemed to be struggling with standing and seeing as they all were rubbing their eyes vigorously. He needed no prophet to tell him it was the effect of the gases Omotara had dropped.
‘Henry!’ He heard her call him name angrily, he turned to her, she was already several metres ahead of him but she had taken another direction opposite to their previous movement.
‘Tara!’ Henry shouted back her name but in fear, his eyes widened. An officer was standing several metres behind her and was about to pull the trigger.
She turned back without panicking and sent a bullet into the officer’s chest, as if she Wa aware of the officer behind. The gun fell from the officer’s hand and he dropped to the floor lifeless.
‘Now, let’s go,’ she said to him and continued in her direction.
She led him through one of the farms that the prisoners were previously working on. They continued walking until they got to a well.
‘Go in,’ she said to him. Henry gave a quick look, wondering what she meant by telling him to get into a well. ‘Or would you follow after me?’ she asked.
Henry’s mind was a little bit calmer at the revelation that she was also entering into the well with him. He stepped in and began to make use of the supports provided by the sides to proceed downwards. Tarasha took a look around the place again before entering into the well with him, she had just entered into it fully when she stepped up again with her head above the well level, she fired two quick shots at a tree and began to descend with Henry. She switched on her torch and placed it in her mouth to provide light.
A body fell to the ground lifeless from behind the tree she shot at, an officer had been hiding himself and watching them from there.
Chapter 1 part 5
‘Do you think we’ve done well?’ Aisha asked as she took off the mask and Cole killed the engine of the truck.
Cole ignored her question and quietly unfastened his seatbelt, he took off his face mask and opened the door. Then he picked the bag beside him and jumped down from the truck, Aisha followed his example. They both hurried into the car parked behind the truck. Cole pressed the button on the remote control and the doors of the car were unlocked, Aisha stepped into the passenger’s side first while Cole opened the door to the back seat and dropped his bag into it, he also looked around for a few seconds to see if anyone was looking at them before opening the door and entering into the driver’s side.
‘We did what we were asked to do,’ Cole said to Aisha as he started the car engine. ‘We caused enough distractions, I’m sure she’ll be on her way out of the place too.’ He said as he drove off.
‘D–n! This mask and gloves stuff is really tiring,’ Aisha said as she looked into a small rounded mirror. ‘There are marks on my face.’
Cole took a glance at her and chuckled, ‘you didn’t wear it properly, that’s why the lines are showing there.’
‘No, I did wear it well.’ Aisha argued, ‘I still prefer using makeups.’
‘Makeups? Who the hell fancies that?’ Cole asked with a look of contempt, taking a quick glance at her and focusing his eyes back to the road. ‘You get all sweaty in the face and you can’t scratch or wipe your face with an handkerchief because you don’t want to clean off the d–n paints.’
‘It’s still a better way of hiding identity, it eliminates the possibility of alarming unsuspecting victims.’ Aisha said.
‘Yes, I agree but everything just has it limits. The boss has said we can only have three proper versions of ourselves disguising with makeups, trying more would make it obvious that you’re hiding something on your face…’ Cole paused as the head of the wristwatch on his hand turned. He took a glance at Aisha, she was also staring at the wristwatch as she had gotten the same signal.
‘Track her and feed me details,’ Cole said as he increased his speed.
‘Humn,’ Omotara made a humming to Henry as he got closer to the ground. Their bodies had dragged cobwebs along as they proceeded downwards, mosquitoes and other flying insects also attacked them but they were not stopped.
He raised up his head to look at her, she made a signal with her hand for him to stop. Henry stood with his legs spread out to both sides on the third steps before the ground level while she slipped past carefully and dropped to the ground. The ground of the well was dry and very dirty.
‘Are you okay?’ He asked as he took a quick glance downwards. She didn’t answer him but squatted and took out a metal from her bag. With her hands, she began to search around the lower part of the rim just before the ground. She stopped searching after almost a minute when her finger entered a hole. Then she used her hand to dig out and clear the sand at that part until her fingers touched concrete. She widened the dug area and found the openable semicircular shaped part of the concrete which led to the underground, it was more than quarter of the whole ground and was wide enough to allow a body at a time. Then she t—-t the metal into the hole which she found by the sides of the rim, the semicircular part loosened. She pushed it down, it opened inwards without falling in.
Dakolo eyes were heavy as he struggled to get up from the floor, he staggered like an intoxicated person, holding a table to support himself. For the first few seconds, the only thing that bothered him was the throbbing headache he had developed. Then as he stared around the place and saw several officers like him, he recalled the event which sent them to the floor. He quickly picked up his gun from the floor. He remembered seeing Henry’s lawyer enter into that office while tried to stand up, he would have stopped her with his gun then but it had fallen far from him and the cough would not allow him get it. He then remembered seeing the lawyer drop a bottle to the floor and walk out of the office again. His eyes had suddenly became hot and peppery and his knees weak as he tried to stand, he struggled for about one more minute before he finally fell to the ground. He had to remain on the floor for several minutes.
Several officers with helmets on their heads and rifles in their hands could be seen from inside the open office running in from the direction of the exploded reception.
About five of the officers entered into the office while the several others spread themselves outside. The effect caused by the gas had totally disappeared.
‘Agent Dakolo,’ Officer Clem came running with them into the office. He stopped abruptly as he met the whole place disorganized and his boss looking ruffled.
‘Yes, Clem. Did you see them?’ Dakolo asked as he tried to rise but sank back into his seat. Water was falling from his eyes in drops like one who had an eye infection.
‘No sir, they were gone before I got there.’
‘What do you mean by they were gone? What about the prisoner, didn’t he run back into his cell?’
‘No, he wasn’t in his cell,’ Clem replied, jittery. ‘I’m afraid sir, the lawyer might just be connected to the presumed terrorists. I met the visiting hall in a mess.’
‘What kind of mess are you talking about?’
‘Sir… I mean all the officers were down, all of…’
‘Agent Dakolo,’ one of the officers who had just come in interrupted, proceeding towards Dakolo with the other senior officer who had called the head office for support. ‘Did you witness what happened here?’
‘Agent Tim,’ Dakolo sighed on seeing the man’s face. Agent Tim was a senior Agent to him and they worked in different departments. ‘I was here when it started, but I’m not even sure about what really happened.’ Dakolo replied.
‘I was told the lawyer of one of your prisoners just escaped with the prisoner,’ Agent Tim said.
Dakolo sighed again without responding, he buttoned up his shirt and rose up from the seat. He was more stable now. Agent Tim took his silence for a ‘Yes’.
‘How come you didn’t conduct a proper search on the lawyer? I was briefed that she singlehandedly took out the six officers in the visiting hall and even more outside.’ Agent Tim added.
‘Agent, you should know me better. A proper search was conducted on her by my team and even the prison warders. They certified that she was harmless before allowing her in.’ Dakolo replied, staring around the whole office in a mess.
‘Hmm… She’s definitely connected to the other attack, those guys did not take anything from the prison. They turned after bombng the reception, an in-house member must have told them how to catch the security at the front gate off guard.’ Agent Tim said. There was a long silence between them and all the officers listening. Then Agent Tim signaled to Dakolo for them to have a discussion in private. Both of them moved out of the office and continued to walk slowly in the prison yard.
‘Agent Dakolo, do you think it’s an attack from the Samantha Osman gang?’ Agent Tim asked as they took what was like a stroll together but definitely not leisurely. The facility was filled with activities of officers roaming the place, trying to clean it up and others trying to make sure there was nothing of the attackers left behind.
‘Of course, it’s from the gang,’ Dakolo replied in a sad tone.
‘How come it wasn’t detected by you of all people?’ Agent Tim stopped walking abruptly and stared Dakolo in the place.
‘Agent,’ Dakolo closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. ‘Those guys are intelligent, there was nothing on the lady’s body to suggest she was coming in to do anything.’
‘But I think you should have been more careful.’
‘I was careful sir.’
‘Why then didn’t you allow her see him inside the main prison facility? You could have also allowed them to meet inside the cell?’
‘Sir, Henry is not a convict yet. Even keeping here is very wrong and illegal, we just had to do that because we wanted to ensure he doesn’t escape. The lawyer knew her job and was demanding for the right thing to be done. And I also wanted to monitor them closely, I placed a recorder under the table but…’
‘She didn’t use the table we set up for her, she moved to another.’ Dakolo said.
‘But I still expected you to be around the place where she was seeing the prisoner,’ Agent Tim said with a frown.
‘I was around, staying outside. Staying in the same room with them would make them too cautious but I received a call…’Dakolo stopped abruptly and widened his eyes as a thought popped into his mind. He remembered that the location of the call was not successfully traced, he must have been purposely distracted with the call.
Chapter 1 part 6
‘He gave us accurate details,’ Cole replied Aisha after she read out to him the position of their tracked target from the tracker map. The road they were driving was one which was newly being developed by the Federal Government, it had thick bushes by the both sides.
‘We’re getting closer now,’ Aisha said. She stretched her arm to the back seat and picked up a back. She took out the guns and began to set in the cartridges.
‘How many police men are you ready to take out?’ Cole asked with a smirk.
Aisha took a quick glance at him and continued to fix her guns, ‘I’m not scared of some things anymore, a man can only die once.’
‘So you’re ready to die?’ Cole grinned.
‘I won’t die now, we’ll take out the policemen successfully.’ She replied him confidently.
‘I see,’ Cole continued to drive in silence. The sped past an interstate passenger’s bus and a fuel tanker. Aisha continued to monitor the points on the map. They had gotten accurate information from the Chief Security warder. Tarasha was going to come out from a hole around that place, but there was a police roadblock just beside.
‘Stop!’ Aisha said suddenly. Coe applied the brakes so quick that the car tyres screeched and raised dust with it. ‘I think they are around.’ Aisha said.
Cole collected the device from her to confirm, there was an angry look in his eyes. ‘Why did you have to say it so suddenly?’ Cole asked as he looked into the device.
‘Sorry, I was expecting to see the police roadblock before us.’ She apologized.
‘Ermm…Yes, the locator indicates here.’ He said, confusion written all over his face as he looked up. His face brightened up as his eyes met something. ‘There’s the roadblock, the officers are not there.’ A smile appeared on his lips. ‘I think we met them on our way here, they’ve been called up to Kuje.’
He could hear the horns of a vehicle from afar, he quickly handed back the device and reversed the car out of the road, he parked neatly close to the bus. The driver of the approaching vehicle did not go without hurling insults at them for parking wrongly.
The exit from the underground was hidden in another well. The ground of the well could be seen shaking until the semicircular part beside the rim below was dragged in. Henry was the first to step out, Tarasha followed after. She closed back the opening and began to proceed up the well using the supports holes, the handbag hanging on her shoulder. Henry followed behind this time.
In few minutes, they were out of the well and in their new environment. Tarasha was already staring around the farm when Henry stepped out.
‘Uh oh! ‘ Henry exclaimed as he got out, he couldn’t help but smile at how terrible she looked. The both of them were covered with dirts and almost unrecognizable. She took a glance at him, wondering why he exclaimed but then a smile escaped her lips as she saw his distorted face.
She raised up her wrists to make use of the wristwatch and communicate to Cole but it was covered with mud. She cleaned it up but it has spoilt already. She had no option than for them to proceed to wait beside the road in their dirty state, hoping that Cole would find her as quick as possible.
‘Hey boss,’ Cole was the first to see them approaching from inside the bush. He had been using a compass in trying to locate them. Tarasha hastened her steps and was soon out of the forest to the front of the car. She noticed Cole and Aisha’s attempt to conceal a laugh as they saw her. Cole was about asking of Henry when he showed up.
‘Welldone boss,’ Cole hailed as he opened the boot of the car. He could see Henry’s eyes behind his mud covered fac, staring intently at him but he ignored as he opened the door to the backseat for them. Aisha took the bag from the boss and proceeded to keep it in the boot.
‘Did you meet the officers at the roadblock?’ Tarasha asked Cole.
‘No, they’ve all been called away. They are all at Kuje now.’ Cole answered turning towards the driver’s side.
Tarasha motioned to Henry and they both entered into the back seat of the car. Henry remained unrelaxed and kept staring at Aisha and Cole who were now taking their seats at the front.
‘I know those two,’ Henry exclaimed almost in whispers, now staring at Tarasha.
‘Yes, I once sent both of them to kill you,’ Tarasha replied him without thinking twice. She already knew that was the question on his mind.
Henry gave her an awkward stare for a couple of seconds. ‘You sent them?’
‘Ouch! Seems this is going to be a little bit difficult,’ she stretched out her right hand to Aisha and made a signal. Aisha handed something small to her, Henry couldn’t see what it was even as his eyes followed her movements closely.
‘What’s that?’ Henry asked again.
She leaned closer to him and inserted the pin halfway into his arm, he slept off immediately.
Cole smiled to himself on seeing the mess Tarasha and Henry had made to the backseat, he would need to clean the car as soon as they got home. He started the engine with a sigh and pulled his seatbelt.
Henry woke up in a large bed in a wide room, he sat up and stared around, trying to figure out where he was. e got up and proceeded to the window, he opened the curtains and stared outside, it was still dark. It must be midnight or early morning, he thought to himself. He proceeded to the door and tried to open it but it was locked from outside. He returned to the bed quietly, still trying to figure out to remember who he was and what he was doing in the room.
Few seconds later, the door opened and a lady entered carrying a tray of food, Henry’s stomach made a rumbling sound at the sight of the tray. She proceeded closer to the bed and he caught good view of her face. That was when he remembered everything; the news of Jefa’s death, his escape from prison and the deaths that had to take place. He lost his appetite immediately.
She placed the tray on her stool and opened the plate, it was meal of fried rice and chicken. A bottle of water and a glass cup was placed beside the plate in the tray.
‘I’m sure you must be very hungry now,’ Aisha spoke after moving the stool to his front. ‘The boss asked me to serve you this.’
‘I’m not hungry,’ Henry said stubbornly even though the aroma of the meal had returned his appetite to him and all the organisms in his belly were already dancing and rejoicing about the meal. ‘Where is your boss? I want to see her.’ He asked.
‘She would come to see you when she comes back,’ Aisha said to him.
‘Then keep the food till she comes back,’ Henry said, adding a frown. He saw Aisha bent forward a little and was scared that she really wanted to take the food back but she only helped him adjust the cover of the bottled water properly. He heaved a sigh of relief.
‘I will advice that you eat sir, the substance used to induce sleep to you is a very strong one, you must be very weak.’ Aisha said.
Henry wanted to refuse loudly again but he quickly advised himself against it, he really felt weak as she suggested and he felt that he could faint if he decided to argue further.
‘And you should rest more,’ Aisha added after seeing that he was finally considering eating the food.
Henry gave her an awkward stare, he felt she had just spoken to him like a kid.
‘Wait! Who took off my clothes?’ Henry asked, suddenly remembering how dirty he was before. Henry also remembered hearing her mention about sleep being induced. ‘How did you make me sleep and who exactly did?’
Aisha sighed before answering, ‘The boss did, she washed you up.’
‘The boss?’ Henry squinted as he mumbled the words to himself. He began to wonder how Omotara must have taken off his clothes and wash him up, how had she cleaned the vital parts of his body. He get embarrassed at the thought alone.
Aisha, sensing that he was going to come up with more questions decided to escape quickly. ‘I’ll be leaving you to eat now, the boss gave me other assignments to do.’ She said and turned to leave.
Henry watched her back as she walked out and closed the door. HD remembered her face clearly as Cole’s partner that was left in the car when Cole pursued him into the bush to kill him.
As he took his first spoon of the meal, he began to wonder what kind of life he would live now that he had been taking away from prison. He was sure it would be all over the news and his pictures would be everywhere with the police promising a huge sum of money to anyone who would provide information about him.
Chapter 1 part 7
Henry had slept off minutes after the meal the last night, he woke as early as 5am the next morning. There were now some changes in the room, a television set and a decoder had been set up for him. There was also a very small fridge kept in a corner of the room. A drawer had also been introduced to the side of the bed, a laptop was on the drawer. A doormat had also been placed at the entrance. A look at the door suggested that he was locked in.
After mumbling some words of prayer, Henry rose up from the bed slowly and stretched his body, he still felt pains at some of his joints. He proceeded first towards the door and confirmed it kicked, so he turned to the TV and switched it on, he also turned on the decoder and returned to the bed with the remote control. Seconds after, the decoder loaded completely, he switched to the network news station purposely to see if there would be any report about his escape. He only watched for few minutes when he saw his name been written in a statement in the news flash. Just as he expected, he had been declared wanted already.
His eyes remain fixed to the television but his mind travelled far away. His name had been spread all over the nation as a criminal and that grieved him but he was feeling more grieved when he thought of Jefa’s exit. He wished someone would tap him and wake him up from the unpleasant dream. But No, this was reality.
‘We’ll take some weeks off, not to rest but to strategize and to properly build structures,’ Tarasha was speaking to Cole and Aisha in the living room of the new house. The morning still smelt of freshness but for them, it was already work time.
‘We have two main targets now, the Vice President and the Inspector General.’ Tarasha said to them. ‘After strategizing and putting up of structures, we’ll know the one to go for first, but I’m sure we won’t kill the both of them immediately because only they can reveal who our next targets would be,’ Tarasha paused and took in a deep breath. ‘One thing I assure you is that many more people still have to die.’ She waited to see of they had listened to her attentively, ‘Do you have any questions?’ She asked.
‘Yes,’ Cole responded swiftly. ‘I heard you mention Don Daniel day before yesterday and I thought he’ll also be one of our targets,’ Cole said.
‘I don’t think Don should be counted as one of our targets, he’ll surely be taken down along the way. He doesn’t look like a worthy target to me. It’s just that now I understand why he’s been trying to tail me, he was working for the IG all these while.’
‘Okay and the IG is using him as an external hand for the police?’ Cole asked.
‘No, the IG is using him for something personal. Something I’m yet to grasp yet.’ she replied, staring blankly at the wall as she began to take slow steps around the room. She tried to capture Don’s face in her mind, he had never really being like a threat to her, she believed it was only for her mistake Don and the Inspector General had been able to access the house and kill her brother.
Cole and Aisha remained quiet but Tarasha could sense they were hiding something, they still had questions in their hearts. She knew the possible questions they had bottled inside them and weren’t bold enough to ask. One of those questions was how the enemies penetrated her so well to hurt her without her receiving any alarm or prior warning about it.
‘Now we won’t let our guards off anymore, they got to kill my brother because when I visited Henry at Kuje Prison.’ she began suddenly again. ‘They don’t allow phones and devices to be taken into the prison visiting hall, so I wasn’t alerted when the enemies gained entrance into the house.’ She closed her eyes as she recounted the sad experience. She also had refused to check her phone after the talk with Henry that day, all that was in her mind was to get home and fulfil Henry’s wish; that is to leave the country with her brother. She felt tears form in her eyes but she fought back, not wanting to look weak before Cole and Aisha.
Cole and Aisha watched their boss being so emotional for the first time ever, she had partly answered some of the questions they had in mind. She had given them an idea of the drama that ensued on the day she dismissed them from working for her, only to call back for them few hours later. She also revealed the nature of their next set of tasks and answered the questions about the person whose grave she had visited with them two days ago. They also knew now, why she did not let them return to the house in Asokoro, because she was hiding her brother there. But they still had many questions left unanswered, one of the questions was why Henry who they had made several attempts to kill was rescued from the prison and now kept with them. Since they were unaware of Henry’s presence in Tarasha’s house for days, they couldn’t comprehend the situation, all they could think was of their boss’ weirdness and wonder about her recent emotional change.
It was 7.15am when Henry began to hear a noise at the door to his room, someone was opening it from behind. He quickly sat up, hoping it was Omotara this time.
The noise seized for some seconds but the door refused to open, Henry was about laying back in the bed when the door creaked slowly and his hope materialized, Omotara entered. She closed the door and stopped at the entrance, they both stared at each other’s faces for some couple of seconds.
She was the first to break the silence, ‘Good morning Henry,’ she said as she threw the keys to the top of the drawer beside the bed.
‘Good morning Omotara,’ Henry answered with the same tone, rising up to his feet.
‘Have you had your bath already?’ She asked, giving him a searching look.
‘No,’ he replied flatly. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’
‘I’m here now, would you go and have your bath?’ She said, folding her arms.
‘Tara, we need to talk.’ Henry gave her a look of seriousness, ‘What you… What we did yesterday was grievous…’
‘Is that all?’ Tara cut in.
‘No,’ he replied stubbornly. ‘Why did you bring me to a new house? You said at the prison that Uncle Jeffrey was killed by a team led by the Inspector General but you still haven’t explained to me how it happened I don’t understand what is going on.’
Tarasha narrowed her gaze at him and stared at him quietly for close to a minute, ‘What would you do if I grant you an explanation?’
‘What would I do?’ Henry asked, staring at her with an unbelieving look. ‘Don’t you think I deserve an explanation considering the fact that it was your story about his death that made me agree leaving the prison with you? Or did you lie about his death?’
Tarasha chuckled and gave no reply, she kept staring at his face, there was just something in his eyes that always made her calm. He wanted an explanation but she wasn’t ready to start telling him a long story of how Inspector General Rikau was the same man who killed her parents and molested her when she was eight because she didn’t understand yet why Rikau was still after them and why he came for her brother, leaving a note behind in which he promised to come for her.
‘Have your bath and dress up, I’ll like to take you somewhere,’ she said before turning out of the room.
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Chapter 1 part 8
‘Incompetence of the highest order is what you have shown by this,’ The Inspector General barked. ‘Your carelessness and inefficiency has put the security of the whole nation in jeopardy.’ He continued. Dakolo was standing with his head bowed right in front of the table. Agent Tim was standing by the side quietly.
The Inspector General remained in a silence for a short while, going through a paper on his table. He looked up again and directed his gaze to Agent Tim, ‘Has the mode of escape been detected?’ He asked.
‘Yes sir, they took the outer escape. The one for emergency. It all happened because of their closeness to the place,’ Agent Tim replied, trying to shift the blame to Dakolo again. ‘I think they also forced out some information from the Chief warder.
The Inspector General took back his gaze to Agent Dakolo and stared at him thinly for seconds, ‘Should I consider this as carelessness or assume that you work with the Samantha Osman gang?’ He barked.
Agent Dakolo was too ashamed to raise his head, he felt so foolish of himself. He never imagined that he could be easily deceived and defeated, she had done it so easily and quickly ensuring that he couldn’t even make a counter move.
‘I give you a twenty four hours to give me a positive feedback, else you won’t like what would happen to you.’ the Inspector General threatened. ‘Now get out of my office.’
Dakolo saluted and turned quietly, he flashed a look at Agent Tim before walking out of the office.
‘How is the Chief Security Warder’s health now?’ The Inspector General asked Agent Tim after Dakolo had gone out. The warder had been found dumped outside his house gate the night of the prison escape.
‘He’s better but he still does not remember anything that happened,’ Agent Tim replied.
‘Okay, then you guys should keep tabs on him.’
‘You can leave now,’ Chief Rikau said and rolled his swivel playfully. Agent Tim saluted and walked out.
Chief Rikau was left with his thoughts, if Samantha Osman could be so bold to go take someone in the maximum security prison which was well guarded, it meant he had to double his own guards and security to ensure his safety.
Dakolo slipped into the driver’s side hastily, he heaved a sigh as he entered. His face met with Angela’s picture, a brief smile appeared on his face. He wondered why he was even rushing, he had been given twenty four hours by the IG and he didn’t have a clue of where to start from but he just knew something had to be done. He couldn’t just fail after his sacrifice of leaving Angela and his lovely kids behind. The thought added to his strength, even if he couldn’t meet the twenty four hours deadline, he was going to make sure he hands over Samantha Osman the law.
Henry kept staring around as Tarasha led him into the forest. Several thoughts had been running through his mind since she parked by the bush side but he refused to believe the worst. They finally got to a large area mainly populated by low grasses, there were evidences around that the place had just been cultivated; remains of burnt leaves, and stumps could be seen at the other end of the place. There was a tree at the middle of the land. Tarasha took a two minutes pause to have a broad view of the field before stepping on the grasses.
Henry followed behind slowly, ‘Where arebwe heading to?’ He asked.
‘He’s at the back of the tree,’ Tarasha halted and said, pointing Henry to behind the tree.
‘Who? Uncle Jeffery?’ Henry asked, standing beside Omotara. The tree was still about ten metres ahead.
‘You should go closer,’ Omotara said and gave him an assuring look.
Henry’s steps were slow and heavy as he proceeded forward, leaving Omotara at the same spot he met her.
‘Uncle Jeffery,’ Henry called repeatedly in soft tones as he approached the tree, hoping he’ll hear a miraculous reply but the only replies he got was Jefa’s voice sounding in his head. He was just five metres closer when he noticed clearly the unique bed of sand. The sight sent cold shrills down his spine as he halted, he closed his eyes briefly and drew in a deep breath, tears escaped his eyes.
‘I brought him here myself,’ Omotara said, approaching him slowly. I buried the last surviving member of my family myself.’ She got beside him and glanced at his teary eyes, she twitched her lips and let out an involuntary chuckle.
‘How did he die?’ Henry asked, sniffing in tears, he began to move closer to the grave slowly. ‘Who killed him?’ Henry quickly rephrased his question, remembering that she had mentioned about someone killing him.
‘He was killed by the same man who killed my parents and destroyed our family,’ Omotara replied in a cold voice, proceeding towards the grave too but at a slower pace.
Henry was already in front of the huge heap of sand, squatting as he fondled the upper layer of the sand. ‘And who is that person?’ Henry turned his head to Omotara who was now standing closer and leaning on the tree. His voice sounded determined and ready for revenge.
‘The Inspector General Of Police,’ Omotara answered. ‘He killed him with his group.’
‘Who are the other members of the group?’
‘I only know one of them but he really doesn’t matter, he’s a poor specimen.’
There was a brief silence between the duo. Henry rubbed his hands on the top soil and mumbled some words passionately as if he was talking to Jefa directly. Memories of the times he spent with the man flashed back through his mind, he recalled as the man communicated the painful death of his parents, he could still feel the pain as the voice rang in his memory, as strong as he felt it that day. He recalled Jefa’s struggle to reunite with Omotara and how the man finally succeeded, Jefa had always mentioned to him his heart desire to be happy with someone who was a member of his family and that he found fulfilled in Omotara. Jefa had also shown his selfless love just during the brief moments they spent together. Now the same man was lying feets under the ground level, lifeless and unable to love anymore. Jefa did not deserve to die like that and who ever killed him also deserved a painful death.
Henry rose up shakily with some quantity of sand still in his hands, he sniffed in and moved back a little to spit out.
‘They all deserve to be punished and they will be punished,’ Henry mumbled to himself but was still loud enough for Omotara to hear.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Chapter 2 part 1
**Two weeks later**
In a spacious room, with four windows which were well covered with curtains. The walls were well padded and soundproofed, the ground was made of dark marbles and long black leather sofas were placed at the walls all around, the only break was the opening for the door.
A bright florescent bulb at the middle totally eliminated darkness from the room, a medium sized rectangular shiny metal table of 5m by 3m was directly under the bulb and about six laptops were placed on the table. Cole and Aisha wer seated beside each other at the table and operating different laptops. Cole frequently paused to look into Aisha’s laptop and give her brief instructions before returning to his.
The door flung open and Tarasha walked in with Henry following slowly behind. Henry seemed surprised to see Aisha and Cole in the room, he stared around the place for a while before turning to Omotara.
‘Where did you get the money to set up this place in just two weeks?’ Henry asked, his surprise was visible on his face.
‘Do I need money?’ She said in reply. ‘There are other things that have purchasing power and that’s what I use.’
‘Things like the name Samantha Osman,’ Tarasha answered jokingly as she began to take a stroll round the room.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Hunmn… I walk into a store, introduce myself as Samantha Osman and plead with them to release some of their goods to me with the promise of paying later,’ she answered.
‘I don’t still understand,’ Henry said with a frown. ‘You mean you walk into a store, introduce yourself as Samantha Osman and they allow you take things on credit?’
‘Ermm… Not really. Most of them never accept, that’s why you’ve been hearing news of stores robbery recently but they ain’t really robbery, borrowing is a better word.’ she said as she approached the narrow side wall. She pushed a button on the wall and the wall below the sofa gave way for a large screen. Henry stared in awe, he wondered how she had been able to fix such mechanism and several others she had been showing him in just two weeks.
‘So you’ve been stealing from stores?’ Henry asked in bewilderment.
‘No, I’ve not been stealing, the news just reports them like that. What I really do is take goods on credit, but I’ll truly pay back.’ She said in defence.
Henry fixed his eyes on her face, perplexed while she moved away slowly. His facial expression was like that of a person who had seen an alien drop from the sky.
‘Why are you staring at me like that? Didn’t you do the same with the hospital that treated you when you escaped the bomb?’ Tarasha turned to him and asked.
‘Oh!’ Henry exclaimed, widening his eyes, he remembered that he had not even returned to pay the hospital.
‘And you’ve even forgotten about it, you’ve not paid them yet.’ Tarasha added immediately as if she could read his thoughts.
‘Ermm… But at least I didn’t leave the doctors handicapped,’ Henry said with a smirk and proceeded towards her. ‘You always dislocate the joints or break bones of those you borrow from.’
Two weeks had passed so fast. During those two weeks, both of them had only met with each other once, that was six days after visiting Jefa’s grave. Tarasha had come to intimate him about her efforts in buying several properties and making some quick investments which will produce money for her in the long time fight against her family’s enemies. She also warned him of the dangers of coming out of the place where he had been hidden. She successfully ignored the question when he asked her about her plans for punishing the enemies. The rest eight days had gone without Henry seeing or hearing from her when he wanted to, even when he tried to reach her on phone, the call would be answered by Cole and he would only tell of her absence. Two days to the end of the fourteen days was when Henry discovered the way to reach her. After enduring loneliness for several days, he tried summoning courage to leave the place to get some computer gadgets which he wanted to use, that was the day he realized he was under close watch. He had not yet stepped out of the gate when he got a call, Omotara’s voice sounded from the other end when he answered. She warned him to get back into the house, that the cap he was planning to use in disguising his face would not suffice. She asked him what he wanted and after he told her, she promised to get it and deliver it to his doorstep. An hour later, Aisha appeared at the house with the gadgets he asked for.
She was laughing hard as Henry approached her with the look of a defeated child. Cole and Aisha were already taking side glances at them.
‘You were right Cole, the Boss is in love with him.’ Aisha said in whispers to Cole.
‘Huh?’ Cole feigned a shocked expression. ‘What do you mean by ‘You are right’? Did I tell you anything?’ He asked back, making his voice as low as possible.
Aisha took another quick glance at Henry and Tarasha, hoping that their attention had not been caught by their side talks. Henry looked their way that moment and his eyes met with Aisha’s, she quickly looked away.
‘What are they doing?’ Henry stopped before Tarasha and asked.
‘Getting information and mapping out some already made plans,’ she answered.
Henry stared at the duo sitting at the table for close to two minutes in silence, a worried look appeared on his face as he turned back to Tarasha.
‘Omotara, I don’t know why you kept me solitary for two weeks and I don’t know how long you may be gone after you drop me back today. We really need to sit somewhere quiet and discuss some important things.’ He said.
‘What are the things we need to discuss?’ She answered him with a less serious tone.
‘I’m still a wanted man, I can’t continue to live like a fugitive. All I want to do is help you punish all those who have a hand in Uncle Jeffery’s death before I surrender myself back to the police.’
A serious look finally appeared on Tarasha’s face, she took a brief glance at Cole and Aisha and then motioned for she and Henry to leave the place. They walked out of the room and entered into another one arranged as a proper living room. Tarasha balanced herself on the three seater sofa and rested her arms on the armrest. Henry sat next to her seat.
‘Do you really want to go back to prison?’ Omotara began after both of them were properly seated.
‘No, I don’t want to but I have to.’ Henry answered. ‘It would be right thing for me to do.’
‘Then what will happen to me?’ She asked in soft tones.
Henry leaned back, staring thinly into her eyes, he wasn’t expecting the question and had not thought about it.
‘Do you really think it’s because of avenging my brother’s death I brought you out?’ She continued. ‘I don’t think I need help for that…’
‘You took me out because my stay there was a threat to your safety,’ Henry cut in.
‘No,’ her eyes widened in surprise. ‘How could you think of that?’
Henry paused for a while and leaned back forward, ‘Isn’t that the reason?’
Omotara uncrossed her legs and rose up to her feet and turned her back to him. ‘If I was thinking about my safety, I wouldn’t have taken you of prison. I would have come there to send you out of this world.’
Henry could feel the hurt in her voice as she spoke, he rose up slowly and stood behind her. He let out a breath before placing his hands on her shoulders, she allowed him turn her to face him. He rubbed his hands on her cheeks softly, ‘You’ve changed a lot,’ he said with a light smile. ‘I believe you must have had to admit somethings after Uncle Jeffery’s death.’
‘Yes, I did.’ She replied him. ‘During these few weeks, I’ve had to admit that I still have feelings resident in me. I’ve never felt like dying when I see somebody else die, the last time I felt like close to that was when my parents were killed, I also had similar feelings when I killed the boy I first fell in love with. But the heaviness I felt when I saw my brother in his pool of blood was totally different from what I ever felt; it was more than the previous ways I ever felt.’ She paused to take in a deep breath. ‘And that’s why I swore after burying him that I’ll go after everyone that was involved in his death.’
Henry pulled her closer to himself and engaged her in a warm embrace. It lasted for more than two minutes. Omotara suddenly pulled away, ‘Do you still love me?’ She asked, staring into his eyes.Chapter 2 part 2
Henry pulled her closer to himself and engaged her in a warm embrace. It lasted for more than two minutes. Omotara finally pulled away slowly, ‘Do you still love me?’ She asked, staring into his eyes.
Henry continued staring at her face silently, he pulled her by the waist close to himself again and used the other hand to softly caress her face by brushing her hair backwards.
‘Boss, we have a minor challenge here,’ Cole came saying as he stepped into the living room. Henry and Omotara detached unwillingly from themselves.
‘What minor issue, can’t it wait?’ She snapped at him in reply.
‘We’re not waiting for her anymore, we’ll go search for her.’ Rex said as he released a huge mold of smoke to the air. Don and stainless were standing in front of his seat with their hands placed at the back like obedient children waiting for instructions. ‘I told you guys that the guy we killed may not be related to her, even if he was related to her, she would have no feelings for him anymore’ Rex continued. ‘Nefary Clan Assasins are also well trained, they don’t let feelings get into their way. We didn’t make her furious by killing the assumed brother, we’ve only made her to be more cautious of us. If she was pained by his death like the inspector general expected that she would be, she would have fallen into out first trap.’
Rex got up from the seat and took out a gun from his pocket, he closed one of his eyes and stared thinly into it.
‘I have an idea,’ Don broke the silence.
Rex took a quick glance at him and returned his focus to the gun, ‘What is your idea?’
‘The Vice President returns in five days time, I’m sure she would be coming back to make an attempt on his life, we could set up another trap for her.’ Don voiced out.
‘No man, she won’t fall into the trap. She’s aware that she has people after her now and she would apply more carefulness. I’m sure she won’t attack him immediately he returns, she knows the security would be tight. Except the need for his death is very urgent, it may take her several months for her to attack again.’
There was another brief silence between them, Rex began to pace around, making soft noises with the soles of his shoes.
He suddenly turned back to stainless and Don. ‘Hey, you have two of your ex-men working with her.’ He said in a questioning tone to Don.
‘Yes, I do.’ Don replied, squinting as he wondered why the question was being asked.
‘Did you train them yourself?’ Rex asked.
‘Yes, they learnt under my tutorship.’
‘Do you still have their contacts?’
‘Ermm… No,’ Don stated, blinking his eyes.
‘You don’t,’ Rex stared at him with an unbelieving look in his eyes, he stretched a palm out, bringing it to Don’s neck. ‘Are you that foolish?’
‘Er…’ Don began to stammer and shiver as Rex’s hand touched his neck.
‘Don’t you have their email addresses, Facebook IDs or any of their social networks usernames?’ Rex asked, touching the neck softly contrary to Don’s expectation of life being squeezed out of him.
‘Er… I do have some of them but I doubt if they still use any,’ Don replied shakily, his eyes staring at Rex’s hand on his neck.
‘Which ones do you have?’ Rex asked, finally taking his hand away from Don’s neck.
‘Their Facebook IDs, Twitter usernames and emails,’ Don replied, breathing heavily as a result of the panic from Rex’s strangling threat.
‘And they don’t use any of that again?’
‘Yes, I tried reaching them through all those platforms when the Vice President asked me to trail their boss but all my attempts were futile.’
‘They should have other websites they visit,’ Rex said thoughtfully, looking away from Don.
Don closed his eyes for some seconds to search his mind, he tried to recall if he had ever seen Aisha frequenting other websites. ‘I think there’s another website the girl visits well, ‘ Don said ecstatically as he finally recalled.
‘What website is that?’ Rex turned back to him and asked.
‘Two websites actually; Nairacountry.com and Lilianikeja.com.’ Don answered.
‘Are they social networks?’
‘Humn… One is a forum while the other is an entertainment and news blog.’
Rex turned slowly and stared blankly at the wall for a couple of seconds. He cleared his throat before speaking again, ‘The girl was your girlfriend right? And the guy, was he also close to you?’
‘Yes, she was my girlfriend, the guy was a bit close to me. He was one of the two bests I had.’
‘Sounds nice,’ Rex said with an evil smirk.
‘James!’ Dakolo called on sighting his long time friend.
‘Shun sir!’ Inspector James saluted. ‘Good morning Agent sir.’
‘Good morning James,’ Dakolo replied with a smile, extending an handshake to him.
They were at the reception of the police headquarters, James had just been transferred again, from Ilorin to Abuja to work with Agent Tim who was now the one in charge of Samantha Osman’s case. The case had been taken away from Dakolo, after he couldn’t meet the deadline given to him by the Inspctor General. Dakolo had also been demoted secretly back to the level of an Inspector as a punishment for his carelessness and his part played in Henry’s escape. James who apart from Henry’s prison escape which was noised all over, wasn’t aware of Dakolo’s punishment and the other details, had arrived to resume his duty, thinking he would be working with Dakolo.
‘Sir, I’ve been longing to see you since I arrived this morning but Senior Agent Tim said it was unnecessary for me to see you.’ James said.
‘Yes, of course, it is unnecessary, haven’t you been briefed already?’
‘I don’t understand you sir,’ a frown appeared on James’ face.
‘I’m not in charge of the case anymore.’
‘Agent sir, why were…’
‘Shh…’ Dakolo interrupted him, placing a finger on his lips. ‘Call me what I am, I’m a Inspector once again, I’m no longer an Agent.’
‘What do you mean sir?’ The muscles on James’ face were squeezed in confusion.
‘I meant what you just heard, I’ve been stripped off my position as an Agent since Henry E.G’s escape from prison.’
‘No sir, I refuse to agree with that.’ James argued. ‘They can’t strip you off your agency just like that, you’ve done so much for the force.’
‘It doesn’t matter how much you’ve done for the force, it only takes a single mistake for you to be stripped. ‘
‘But something has to be done about this issue.’
‘You can’t do any thing James, I’ll sort it out myself. I’ll hand over Samantha Osman to the law even if it’s the last thing I do on earth.’Chapter 2 part 3
‘I’ve searched all the footages around the place, the only thing I keep identifying is the car stopping in front of the house but the cameras did not capture their faces.’ Cole said to Tarasha who was still visibly angry that she had been disturbed.
‘Do you still find only three people in the car?’ Tarasha asked, walking away from Henry to follow Cole. Henry let out a deep breath and sank into one of the sofas, he knew what they were doing is trying to identify some people with footages from the street cameras.
‘Could this be your boss?’ Tarasha asked Cole as she stared into the laptop screen. She stood behind the upright chair Cole was previously occupying and her hands were rested on the backrest. Aisha was still seated on the next seat. The clip being played was one captured at night, three men were outside the gate of the house where tarasha lived previously, the same one in which her brother was killed.
‘I don’t know, the clothes all these men put on are far bigger than the ones Don Daniel uses.’ Cole replied.
‘He’s probably disguising with those clothes,’ Tarasha said thoughtfully. ‘I saw him that day with the Inspector General, the other two must be some of his new boys.’
‘One of them could be Stainless, his friend here in Abuja, the one whose warehouse was ransacked by the police when Don met you at Henry E.G’s house.’ Cole suggested.
‘You’re right, that must be one of the other guys.’ Tarasha agreed. They maintained a brief silence. ‘Where has the car been located again?’
‘Going out of town, we couldn’t ascertain where because of the absence of cameras around those areas but the transmission suddenly cuts sometimes when they are going to other places in asokoro.’
‘Hmm, I think we need to visit Gwagalada today, that must be where they were heading to out of town.’ she suggested. ‘And I think we can guess who the third man is now,’ Tarasha said thoughtfully, rubbing a finger on her lower lip.
‘Who do you think it is?’
‘If you observe well, Don has been acting more intelligent than he is. How else can you explain the cut in transmission of the security cameras? He can’t do that except someone had thought him how recently and the only persons capable of teaching him are those at the NSCC or anyone who has previously been with us.’
‘Ermm..’ A frown appeared on Cole’s face as he tried to comprehend. ‘Do you think Benny is the third person?’
‘Most likely he is…’ She said. Their discussion paused as the door opened softly and Henry walked in.
Their eyes moved towards him as he proceeded towards them, from the look on his face, they could deduce that he had been forced to come in after waiting without seeing Tarasha for long.
‘Is there anything I can help with?’ Henry blurted out, having nothing else to say.
‘Not for now,’ Tarasha replied him and turned back to face the laptop. ‘Anybody else apart from the NSCC officials found at the house?’ She asked Cole.
‘Non yet except for one chubby guy that lives in the next building.’ Cole answered.
‘Good afternoon Sir,’ James saluted Agent Tim.
‘Afternoon James,’ Agent Tim offered him a handshake and motioned him to the seat behind the table.
‘I can see you’re already getting yourself to know the new environment.’ Agent Tim said, adjusting his eyeglasses as he focused on a document.
‘Yes sir, I’m trying. I also met with Agent Dakolo earlier,’ James replied, purposely trying to bring in a discussion about Dakolo.
‘Inspector Dakolo,’ Agent Tim corrected consciously. ‘His case is such a pathetic one, he destroyed his reputation with his carelessness.’
‘But it could have happened to anyb…’
Agent Tim raised his hand to hush him, ‘Forget about Dakolo and let’s discuss the reason you’re here,’ he adjusted his eyeglasses again and rested his back in the chair, fixing his gaze on James face. ‘Inspector Dakolo actually recommended you in a meeting several weeks ago, that was when he was still handling the case.’ Agent Tim continued. ‘I read up your file and found it interesting, I also discovered that you have been previously involved in the case.’
‘Yes sir, I was the first to handle it in Lagos.’ James replied.
‘But you weren’t able to do much also, the only reason I think you’re still much qualified for this is because you had an encounter with Samantha Osman and I read about that gun battle.’ He paused and sat up right, resting his hands on the table. ‘How were you able to escape the same woman who killed Robin Kahn?’ He asked, looking straight into James’ eyes.
‘Sir, I didn’t do anything special. There was a gun battle between her and my team that day. My shots actually hit her body that day but she was well proofed.’
‘That’s encouraging, no other police officer or even Robin Kahn came so close to her.’ Agent Tim commended. He took a pause to note down some things in a jotter. ‘I know you should have read about the progres of the case…’ He paused and chuckled. ‘That’s if I can call it progress but I think you still need to hear it from me. So listen carefully as…’
‘Have you installed the features of the woman?’ Mr Sylvester asked as he entered into Frank and Shola’s office.
‘The features are not new ones sir, Its exactly like one of the ladies out of the two we already have, even the face is only slightly different.’
‘So you mean we have the features already?’
‘Yes, we do.’ Frank replied briefly.
‘Okay, ‘ Mr Sylvester proceeded to take a seat behind Frank’s table. ‘I’ve been thinking about your suggestion and I think we should employ someone else. It’s very possible we get a good or even one who is better than Kimberly.’
‘Nice decision sir,’ Frank replied with a smile.
‘Yea,’ Mr Sylvester heaved a sigh. ‘I’ll draft out the vacancy announcement later.’
‘Omotara, how do you intend to get back to the killers of your brother?’ Henry asked, adjusting his face cap as he took a quick glance at her face. He was seated at the front seat with her while she drove the car.
‘Cover your face with the cap properly, anyone could see you through the window.’ She replied, consciously ignoring his question.
‘You didn’t answer my question,’ Henry said as he adjusted his cap.
‘You really want to know?’ She replied. There was no answer. ‘I plan to let them die the same way he died.’
‘No, I think we shouldn’t kill them ourselves. Let’s hand them over to the police.’
‘I knew this is where were we’ll disagree,’ Tarasha said in a sad tone.
‘But I just said what is right,’ Henry replied, giving her a surprise stare.
‘How can we hand over the police to the police? I already told you that the person who led them is the Inspector General himself.’
‘But there are still legal ways to handle it,’ Henry replied. ‘I’m sure Inspector Dakolo would help us if we explain things to him. That way, our revenge on them will happen legally.’
‘Legally?’ She chuckled mockingly. ‘You still talking about legality when everything about you, everything about us is illegal already.’
‘No Tara, I’ll make things right after this.’
‘What do you mean?’ She glanced at him with a frown.
‘I mean I won’t keep running from the police forever,’ he replied.
‘Hmm, so you still keep this crazy idea of you submitting yourself to the law?’
‘It’s the right thing to do, when we do things the right way, God can help us.’
‘D–n it!’ Henry had pushed a wrong button with his last words. Tarasha cursed in anger as she pushed the brakes all of a sudden. The car screeched and Henry hit his head against the airbag . The vehicle following behind would have hit them from if not for the experience of the driver. He quickly pulled his brakes and swerved the car to the pedestrian lane. A mini traffic jam was caused as cars began to line up behind them.
Henry turned to look at her face in a questioning manner but she looked less disturbed by what had happened, there was a terrible angry look on her face as she stared blankly through the windscreen. ‘What did you do that for?’
‘Where was that God when he was killed?’ Tarasha asked with a voice filled of rage, she stared thinly outside the car. ‘Those two bullet holes I saw on his forehead would be on the foreheads of all those that killed him, I’ll present their bodies as sacrifices to God with my hands.’
Some motorists had come out of their cars to see what was happening. One of the was already knocking the glass at the driver’s side. Without paying attention to the man knocking, Tarasha reversed the car and drove off.
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Chapter 2 part 4
March 12, 2031
The days rolled by slowly but smoothly, Tarasha spent very less time with Henry wven thoygh they now stayed in the same building, and when they met, they only talked about the structures which Tarasha was putting in place to ensure they had a smooth attack on the killers of her brother. Though, Henry still nurtured the idea of not killing them but handing them to the law after making sure they are disgraced, he was scared to talk to Omotara about it.
Tarasha had been busy setting up structures, she invested the monies she had gotten from hijacking some of her past victim’s account so that she’ll have something to present as the source of money for which she used to build those structures. She also decided to keep the name, Kimberly E. Alex and use it for official purposes. There was just four more days before the revenge mission starts.
The Vice President had long returned and was back to work, more security protocols had been set up around his residence and he had more officials guarding him closely and even much more from afar, same applied with the President and the new Senate President.
“Tara,” Henry called softly. He hated the silence between them, it was killing him deep inside but he decided to play along because Tara seemed not to be bothered about it or even look affected by it. She had turned suddenly cold towards him since the day he mentioned ‘God’ during their conversation. Since then, Henry had been wondering if things would ever be the same and if she would ever be able to live the kind of life she deserved, especially now that she had the fire of revenge burning inside her.
‘Henry,’ she called back softly, looking up from the dinning where she was seated.
‘You’ve not said anything to me since you returned,’ Henry got up from the sofa and faced the dinning.
‘I said good morning to you,’ she replied with a wry smile, her eyebrows gathering together.
‘I mean you’ve not said anything else,’ he said, approaching her slowly. ‘You’ve been avoiding me and you only answer me briefly whenever I ask about the progress of your plans.’
Tarasha drew in a breath and returned her gaze to the laptop on the dinning table, ‘What else do I need to tell you?’ She said without paying attention to him as he stepped into the dinning section.
‘Don’t you think I feel lonely with the way I’m being neglected?’ He asked, resting his hands on the backrest of a dinning chair.
‘Yes, I considered that fact and that’s the reason I’m here working at the dinning close to you. You’re aware that I prefer staying in the computer room,’ she replied and began to type with the laptop’s keyboard.
‘And you think that would suffice?’ Henry asked in a sad tone.
She stopped abruptly and let out a deep breath, then she turned her gaze to his face, she seemed tired of the conversation already. She wanted to say something more hurtful but her heart melted as she saw the look on his face. She sighed and took her gaze away, not liking the feeling of guilt that was building in her mind. ‘What else do you want me to do?’ She asked and continued typing.
‘Isn’t there a reason you brought me out?’
She paused again and took a glance at his face, ‘A reason like?’
‘Didn’t you say you need me out to get back to the killers of Uncle Jeffery?’
‘I didn’t say anything like that,’ she replied. She tried to harden her heart as she fixed her look to his face, she didn’t want to be broken by his pure and innocent looking face. ‘What I said was I needed to get you out, so that I can focus on killing everyone of them, I don’t need you for anything.’ She said coldly and turned her face back to the laptop.
Henry’s shoulder’s dropped at he pondered again on her words, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. ‘Then I think you should allow me go,’ he tried to speak boldly but his voice failed him.
‘Go where?’ She looked at him with a smirk.
‘Take me back to the prison where you took me from or better still, take my life; that’s something you’ve wanted to do for a long time.’
‘Oh, please Henry!’ She said, closing her laptop. ‘I don’t have time for this kind of conversation now.’ With that she walked away from his presence.
Inspector General Rikau could hear sounds of laughter erupting from the living room as he approached. He wondered who the Vice President’s visitors were. He had seen only one strange car in garage, so he thought it would be only one visitor but he could hear more than two voices.
‘So did you select him thinking that he’ll be more interested because his father had almost become a victim?’ Chief Elvis Richards asked. He was sitting comfortably in a settee, putting on a light shirt and the trouser of a track suit. The walking stick which he now used to support himself rested on a footstool close to him. Seated opposite him was Agent Tim, dressed in a black suit and white inner shirt, he looked relaxed and jovial just like the vice President. James was also seated in the living room, dressed in the same manner as Agent Tim, he had a more serious look on.
‘No sir, he was the most qualified person for the job, Dakolo himself recomended him before he was kicked out.’ Agent Tim replied.
‘Its good Dakolo was kicked out, he was never cooperative…’ Chief Elvis was saying when the Inspector General walked in. ‘Oh! Here comes the boss himself,’ he smiled happily on seeing Chief Rikau. James and Agent Tim got up simultaneously and saluted the IG.
‘Good afternoon sir,’ they said in unison.
IG Rikau replied with a smile and a mock salute, proceeding towards the vice President. ‘Good afternoon your Excellency,’ he saluted.
‘Good afternoon Rikau,’ Chief Elvis replied. ‘Please take your seat.’
Chief Rikau settled into the sofa beside James, ‘How are you James?’ He asked as he unbuttoned his suit jacket.
‘Fine sir, thanks.’ James replied with a brief smile.
‘Okay, now that the Inspector General is here, I’ll leave him to do the talking. He knows some things that we don’t know, he has also been working with external forces on this case.’ Chief Elvis said.
‘Which external force?’ James asked with a frown.
‘What’s up girl?’ Cole asked Aisha as she strolled into his room. He was seated at the end of the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He had on a white singlet and brown shorts. He was focused on what was being showed on TV, it was the trailer of a new movie, The Airegin Mafias, a Romance and Action Thriller. Aisha was putting on a short top which stopped above the abdomen and a bumshort.
‘I just finished preparing lunch,’ she replied him and sat into the bed at the same side he was seated. She took off her slippers and laid on the bed, placing her head on his laps.
‘Did you say lunch?’ He asked, rubbing his belly but his eyes was still fixed to the television screen.
‘Oh Great! I’ve been expecting that,’ he said, taking his eyes off the TV, now that the trailer had finished airing. He rubbed his fingers on her lips, staring at her face with a questioning smile. ‘You’ve been frequenting my room these days, I hope I’m safe.’
She smiled and stared up at him, ‘Are you scared of what I could do to you?’
‘Scared? What can you do?’ He asked, trying to supress a smile.
‘You don’t know what I can do?’ She asked in a surprised tone.
‘I don’t know, please tell me.’
She ignored him and rolled fully into the bed. ‘What?’ She said in a scolding tone as she caught his eyes feasting on her exposed thighs. ‘You better go eat your food before it gets cold,’ she added.
‘Oh! You’re right,’ Cole got up as his stomach made a funny sound in reaction to Aisha’s mention of food. ‘I hope the boss and…’ He paused and reduced his volume, ‘and her boyfriend are not there anymore.’
‘Haha…’ Aisha burst into laughter. ‘They’ve left the living room but I’ll tell them you said they were lovers.’
‘Who said anything?’ He eyed her mockingly and put on his sandals, he was whistling a tone as he proceeded out of the room.
Aisha stared for some minutes at the TV, she wasn’t interested in the music show going on and began to search for the remote control. She found it beside his phone by the headboard but instead of taking the remote control, she took the phone. She tapped the power button and the lights came on, it was unlocked. He was previously browsing on his phone and was on one of her favourite websites , Nairacountry.com .
‘Hmm…’ She smiled to herself as she scrolled up to see his username on the website. Cole had always lied to her that he wasn’t a fan of the site, so it would feel good stalking with his username. He was sure he’ll be a notorious personality online especially at the sexuality section. She was disappointed when it got to the top and she discovered that he was browsing as a guest and the page had been loaded since 9:16am. She clicked on refresh button and scrolled down to see the new updates on the site.
The first topic was “Security Summit ends in Lagos”, she was uninterested, so she scrolled to the next. The topic below was ” Nairacountry user hangs out with writers on Youngicee”, she was about to open when her eyes met with the headline two topics below, “Who has seen Mr and Mrs Bello? (See Photos)”. One of those kidnapper’s works again, she thought as she saw it. She could have ignored but for her surname which the missing people shared. She clicked on the heading and the news displayed. The missing couple were her parents.
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