Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 120

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Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 120

The man continued to nod his head and make incoherent sounds, a sign for Tarasha to remove her gun from his mouth.

She took it out and he quickly tried to take advantage by pushing her away but she was able to resist him and ended him hitting his head with the butt of the gun. After that she sent a bullet straight into his forehead. She looked up immediately and could hear footsteps of someone else coming closer. She quickly rushed to the back wall of the house and waited at the edge.

She stepped forward and pulled the man to the back of the building immediately he surfaced. He tried to hit her with the swing of his hand but she dodged and slammed the man’s back to the wall.
He groaned but quickly tried to dip his hand into his pocket to take out his gun but she followed up with a kick to his stomach and then dragged him by the neck and turned his back to herself. She pulled him to where the glass window was and slammed his head into the window, smashing the glass and leaving him with several injuries on the face. She turned him back and pulled him from the wall, she sent a blow to his face and he fell to the ground. She placed a knee on the ground and quickly pulled him by the collar. She placed the gun to the forehead.
‘In what part of the house is the Inspector General?’
The man raised his hand and pointed a finger to the left side. ‘The first master bedroom at the left.’
She twisted his neck and dropped him on the floor. She took out his gun from his pocket and proceeded to the right hand side. She could still see one of the officers at the gate but he wasn’t looking back. She proceeded slowly and as fast as she could. Then she stopped as she noticed a door by the side.
She tried to turn the knob but it wouldn’t open. She noticed that the lock needed a card to be swiped into a card reader for the door to open. She glanced at the man at the gate again, he was still too busy to look back. She took off her backpack and took out a set of screw drivers. She looked at the lock of the building to pick the matching screw driver. Then she began to loose the screws of the lock mechanism. In two minutes, she took o.ff the front pack of the card reader and the covering. She located the string which released the door whenever the card reader reads an authorized card and pushed the string in with the screw driver. The door opened with a loud sound. She glanced at the man she could see standing at the gate, he was now looking back and she was sure he had seen her.
She pushed the door and stepped in with her tool pack on a hand and her backpack on the othcer hand. She closed the door back immediately and destroyed the mechanic with two shots from her gun. She quickly returned the toolbox into her backpack except for the screw driver used to make loose the lock machine. She strapped her bag on and proceeded further.


It was a passage of about two metres wide and five metres long. She could hear some footsteps approaching from inside the house as she proceeded. Timing the distance of the sounds of their footsteps and relating to the entrance of the passage, she surged forward with great speed and rammed a kick into one of the men approaching the passage. Another man was behind the first man and he raised his gun to shoot her but she quickly grabbed his wrist and directed his hand upward, making him shoot at the ceiling. She stabbed in the belly with the screw driver severally and pushed him to the wall.
The second man was up and he came rushing to her with a kick but she swerved away and grabbed his leg and slammed him to the wall of the passage’s entrance. As she raised her head up, she saw another man entering the straight passage. She cocked her gun and fired a quick shot at him before he could take out his own gun. The bullet entered into the man’s chest and he fell to the ground at once.

The man who was stabbed in his belly was still making efforts to get up. Tarasha glanced at the second man who she had slammed to the wall and fired a bullet into his body.
She picked up the screw driver used to stab the man and quickly fixed it into the outer pocket of her backpack. She pulled the man by the collar and began to drag him along with her.

She had hoped that the whole operation would be done silently but that had changed since the man she was dragging tried to shoot her and she redirected his hands up. The bullet sound would have attracted the attention of other officers on duty and even the ones sleeping. She would now have a lot of officers to deal with but she was ready and up to the task.

She dragged the man some metres away from the bodies on the floor and made him sit on the ground with his back against the wall beside a door. She looked around and noticed that five other rooms along that corridor. ‘Where is the IGP?’ she asked, staring into his eyes.
‘In the first master bedroom.’ the man replied in a weak voice.
‘How do I get to the first master bedroom?’
‘It’s the second room where you enter through the living room.’
‘Shi*t! Tarasha cursed. She had not come in through the front door, so it could be quite difficult to locate the master bedroom. Her ears began to pick sounds of footsteps approaching hurriedly as she thought of other ways to get to the master bedroom faster.

The footsteps were getting closer and Tarasha was not yet decided on what to do. She stepped closer to the door to the room beside the man and turned the knob, it opened easily. She pushed it in and quickly dragged in the man. She closed the door just in time. Three men surfaced in the passage from the front at that moment, one of them stopped beside the dead body close to where they entered from and another proceeded slowly and carefully to the other body lying at the entrance to the left side passage at the wall end.
‘Where’s your service room?’ Tarasha asked the man in low tones.
‘Service room?’ the man widened his eyes, not knowing what she meant.
‘Your control room where I can find a map of the house or where the security cameras are being monitored from,’ she explained.

The man shook his head, unwilling to talk.
She landed him a blow on the nose. He developed a headache that instant.
‘You have to go forward,’ the man replied reluctantly in a voice almost muffled by the pain. He raised his hand and made gestures to describe the way. ‘You get to a lounge after stepping out of this passage, another passage leads into the lounge and the control room is the last one along that passage.’
Tarasha hit the butt of her gun on his head immediately after he mentioned his last word and he fell unconscious. She hit him in the head once again to make sure he stays longer in his unconsciousness.

She rose up and moved close to the door to listen. She could hear footsteps running around and walking up and down the passage. Then she heard the sounds of kicking and slamming of doors, she knew the men were opening the doors of the rooms along that passage one after the other and checking inside, she knew they were coming to that one. She quickly adjusted the straps of her backpack to make it loose and stretched her hand to the middle zip to pull it down. She picked out cartridges for her revolvers and changed the catridge in the gun she held and also put another catridge in the gun she took from one of the men.