Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 6

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Tarasha picked up a white napkin to wipe off
part of the liquid which poured on her lab coat.
She had been in the lab all night, spending
hours to set up the lab which she couldn’t
complete as she was only able to set up the
equipments she needed urgently. The rest of
the time was used in manufacturing some of the
important tools for her job.

She got up from the seat, holding a syringe in
the right hand, she drew in part of the warm
mixture from the test tube and injected into a
small needlelike metal with a opening only wide
enough for the syringe to go through.
She repeated the process several times; each
draw by syringe filled ten of the metals. After
filling about two hundred, she arranged the
metals neatly into two rubber packs which
could easily fit into her back pocket. It took her
about two hours to complete the process of
filling the pins.

Benryl was the name of the mixture she
prepared, a drug in the Benzodiazepines class.
The manufacture of Benryl began two years
back, a result of a research and experiment
carried out by her Assassin group in Russia. The
drug was made to induce sleep and erase the
victim’s immediate past memories of two hours.

She placed the rubber pack on a shelve which
she had kept the previously prepared
substances.

Her wristwatch beeped, she looked at the
screen as it streamed live the recording from
the camera she installed in the compound of
the house Chief Gab prepared for her. The time
was 7am and some of Chief’s men were in the
compound, obviously sent by Chief to check on
her since she hadn’t spoken to him since the
last night and she was expected to move in that
morning.

She took off the lab gloves and the lab mask
she wore to avoid inhaling the dangerous
gaseous substance and walked out to the sitting
room. She picked up her phone as she sat on
the sofa and dialed Chief Gab’s phone number.
‘Hello Tarasha, I was about to call you. Where
are you?’ the call was answered with no delay.
‘Yes Chief, I knew you would call me’ Tarasha
replied with a smirk on her face. ‘Why did you
send men to the house this morning’
‘I couldn’t reach you all through last night to
inform you about the house but… ‘

‘I was there last night, I already picked up
everything I needed from the house. Thank you
for providing the laboratory equipment I
requested for’
‘Are you the one that tied up your men? And
where are you?’ Chief asked with a note of
frustration in his voice.
‘What men are you talking about? I didn’t see
any of them except the lady cook which I took
along with me’ She replied back
‘The guys I provided to work with you were
found there this morning tied back to back on
two chairs with their eyes blindfolded’ Chief
explained. ‘They said a lady tired them up’
‘Chief’ Tarasha spoke after giving a long wicked
laugh. ‘I don’t believe you brought those guys to
work with me, I took both of them down in just
two minutes’
‘What? Those guys are one of the best around
town, they’re members of the most notorious
gang in the country’
‘Best? You must kidding me and they couldn’t
even lay a finger on me while I handled them’
‘See Tarasha, they are not as trained as you, It
took us a lot to bring them for you and they’re
very good if you would only learn how to use
them’
‘No problem Chief, but I don’t want those ones
anymore. Bring two other better guys there
today, I’ll work with them without testing them’
she concluded and made an attempt to end the
call.

‘So when are you coming to the house?’ Chief
asked.

Tarasha paused for a while for she replied, ‘I
can’t stay in that house Chief, it’s not safe for
me. I can only use it as an office for meeting
with you or doing some other things’
‘But what about everything I arranged there?’
‘I took all I needed already, just leave the house
as it is, I’ll make use of it whenever it’s needed.

Let the two new guys wait there for me this
afternoon; any other uninvited person I find
there would lose his life’ She answered back,
issuing a serious warning.

‘Am I free to be there?’ Chief questioned
‘Only stay there if you’re one of the two men
that’ll be working with me’ she ended the
conversation without giving him a chance to
reply.

**11.15am
Tarasha admired the beauty of the reception
walls as she sat with another visitor on the
sofa, waiting patiently for Dr Hammed. She
adjusted the red tie which covered the ID hung
around her neck and straightened up her shirt
properly.

Dr Hammed came walking by few minutes later,
he walked alongside with two other men. They
stopped close to the entrance door and
concluded their discussion and the men made
their way out of the building. Dr Hammed turned
and began to walk back when he heard his
name. He turned back to see Tarasha walking
towards him.

‘Hey …’ He greeted as he saw, he narrowed his
gaze trying to recall her name.

‘Samantha Osman sir’ Tarasha quickly helped
him.

‘Oh! Samantha, I didn’t know that you were here
already’
‘I am sir’ she replied pleasantly. ‘I’ve been here
about forty minutes ago’
‘I see, sorry I kept you waiting’ He apologized.
‘No problem sir’ she replied, bending her knee
slightly as a sign of respect.

‘Okay, come with me’ he said and led her
through a wide corridor.

They walked past several labs before they got
to his office which was located close to end of
the block. He opened the door and allowed her
in before he followed.

‘Welcome to my office’ he said, directing her to
the visitor’s seat as he walked past the table to
his seat.

‘Thank you sir’ she answered, looking around the
office like someone who was admiring the look.
She turned to the man and concentrated her
gaze on him.
‘Okay, let me see what you have for me’ Dr
Hammed said without looking up at her, as he
tapped some keys on his computer keyboard.
‘Here sir’ Tarasha brought out a hard cover
notebook and placed it on the table.
‘Just a minute’ he said, taking a glance at the
notebook, he returned his focus to his
computer.
‘Okay sir’
‘I’m just trying to settle the welfare issues for
our guests at the conference’ he explained,
smiling at her. ‘The two non African speakers
would stay at the governor’s house, so I have to
make plans for our African invitees’
‘Oh good’ Tarasha smiled back. ‘What about our
minister here? I heard he’s part of the speakers’
‘Yes, he is. He’ll be staying in his Lagos house
when he comes over’ he answered her question
and picked up the book as he waited for the
computer to process a command. ‘So what do
we have here?’
‘It’s a research on cancer and how it can be
permanently cured ‘ Tarasha explained.
He dropped the book just after opening the
cover page only and went back to his computer.
He held the mouse and clicked another set of
instructions before he picked the book again.
‘Permanent cancer cure?’ He commented as he
opened the cover page again.
‘Yes sir, through our local herbs’ she watched
as he dropped the book once again and returned
to his job on the system.
‘I’m sorry, I just have to resolve somethings’ the
Doctor pleaded with Tarasha who just smiled at
him.
‘Is it all about the conference?’
‘Yes, I wouldn’t have had time to…’ He couldn’t
complete his statement, a Benryl pin was
already used to inject the liquid into the hand
placed on the mouse. His head fell back with
his body into his seat as he slept off.
Tarasha got up quickly for his seat, she brought
out a mobile device from her bag and used to
confirm if there was any camera hidden from
her view in the office. The test indicated
negative, there no camera in the room and also
no hole through which the happenings in the
office can be viewed.
She moved the man’s seat away from the
computer and began to work on it, copying
some of the files to her flash drive. After about
fifteen minute of searching through the rest of
the computer files, she was satisfied with the
information gotten. She dragged the man closer
to the table and placed his head on his hand
beside the computer’s desktop.
She got out of the building casually, making
sure that she didn’t raise suspicion from any
one. She got a cab outside the gate and headed
for her office; the house Chief prepared for her.
…to be continued