Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 124

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Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 124

Location: Presidential Quarters, Lagos
Time: 6:02am
‘You want me to do this alongside my pursuit of Samantha Osman?’ Rex asked the Vice President.
‘Yes,’ Elvis Richards replied in a desperate tone.
‘Have you had a public clash with the man earlier?’ Rex asked. ‘Or is there anything that would make people suspect you after I kill them?’
‘No, I’m going to be the least suspected person.’ Elvis Richards replied.
Rex remained silent for a moment, he went through the details of the new job sent to him and tried to memorize the name of all the death targets and their locations.
Elvis Richards stared at Rex keenly. He needed Rex for this job because he wanted it as neat as it could be. He also couldn’t wait for the man’s children to be killed and for the man to have the feeling of not having any children in his lifetime just like him. His greatest joy had been when Chima Bright told him that his boss wasn’t aware about the fact that the Vice President’s wife had any kids for him. That knowledge had always been a secret between Chima Bright (the driver) and the doctor who only knew that Elvis Richards wasn’t the father of the kids but didn’t know who the father was.
Rex raised his head up after some minutes and stared at the Vice President thinly, ‘Do you know anyone in this nation who also has connection with the Vilary Clan?’
The Vice President squinted at him. He wasn’t expecting that kind of question and he wondered why Rex was asking such.
‘The Vilary clan? Why do you ask?’
‘I need to know, it’ll help me make some decisions,’ Rex replied.

Elvis Richards stared at him for a moment, doubting his reply. ‘The Vilary clan… The only person who knows about the Vilary clan and is probably still alive is Gabriel, I don’t think anyone else…’ he stopped talking as he remembered someone else who may know. He blinked and shone his eyes widely in awe.
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Tarasha took a glance at the side as she made a turn into another direction. Only two vehicles were trailing after her but she already saw two more coming from the opposite side of traffic. The new road she followed was a one-double way traffic road and the both lanes were busy at that time of the day. Only two vehicles turned with Tarasha into that new road and that reduced the gap between Tarasha’s vehicle and those trailing after her.

Tarasha could see the vehicles coming after her through the side mirror. She couldn’t speed up because of the vehicles in front of her and the muddiness of the road. She took a look at the Vice President and took out the pin she drove into his neck. The man still had his forehead resting on the bullet resistant glass unconsciously. She adjusted the gear as she spotted the turn into a street. Without putting on the indicator, she swerved into the street and continued without reducing her speed.
The men driving after her were shocked to see her turn into the street, wondering what her aim was. The man sitting on the passenger’s side at the front pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

‘Officer, she’s driven into Anguwar Sarki and we don’t know where she’s headed for.’ he said into the phone. He listened for some more seconds before he dropped the phone.

‘We’ve got to follow her, they’d join us from the other side.’ he announced to the other men in the car.

The roads were filled with pot holes but Tarasha knew well how to manoeuver past them even though she had never drove past that street in reality. The only time she had driven past the street was through the gaming app she developed which included all streets and routes in the capital city. The game also featured the characteristics of the roads and streets just the same way they were in real life, so she could recall the exact spots the potholes and other obstacles were, making it easier for her to drive through.

The men after her drove into the street and tried to follow with the same speed at which she drove but the first car soon got into trouble with the front tyre as it entered into a pothole and the second vehicle had both front tyres burst after two more minutes of trying to pursue. It was then the officers realized why Tarasha had taken them through that route. The other two vehicles Tarasha had spotted coming from the opposite lane the other time joined them where they stopped on the street and couldn’t pursue further.

Location: Gbadolo, Gwagalada Abuja.
Time: 7:35am
In a moderately furnished hotel room, Tarasha sat on a plastic chair with her elbows resting on a plastic table in front of her, her laptop in front of her and her phone held by her right hand close to her ear.
‘It’s all over the internet boss,’ Cole’s voice sounded through the phone’s speaker. ‘Everyone knows Samantha Osman has kidnapped the IGP once again.’
‘Any report on police action?’ Tarasha asked.
‘None yet, no one knows how you left the town.’
‘Okay, keep me updated with necessary information.’ Tarasha said, hoping to conclude the phone call with that.
‘Yes boss, there’s an important information available already.’ Cole replied.
Tarasha raised her brow, she was in a hurry to continue with her work and hoped that what Cole had to tell her was really important. She turned back towards the bed as she heard some noise.

There was a big rectangular box in the bed, an unusual big travelling box which she carried with her into the hotel room. There were some movements in the box and it looked like a live animal was kept in it.

She turned back and tapped the space bar on the keyboard of her laptop. ‘So, what’s this information?’ she asked as she picked the cup of tea and began to sip from it
‘It’s Henry’s discovery from his visit to the hospital yesterday,’ Cole answered. ‘The Vice President’s kids had gone for DNA tests and the results proved that none of the three are his biological children.’
Tarasha dropped the cup. ‘Huh? You mean those kids aren’t his?’

‘Yes, and he’s just discovering.’
‘Are you sure of this?’
‘Yes, Henry has copies of the test results.’
‘That’s cool, it’s a good one for us to work with. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.’ she said and ended the call.
She got up from the seat immediately and took two steps to the bed. The noise and movement from the box had increased. She unzipped the box completely and split it open. The IGP was there struggling to no avail. His hands were tied and so also were his legs, his mouth was covered firmly with a tape.
He stopped struggling as he saw Tarasha. She stared into his eyes for a moment before she began to pack the clothes she had put on top him in the box aside. After that, she dragged him up and made him sit with his back resting against the headboard, his knees raised and his tied hands on the knees.
She smacked his cheek gently and made an evil smile. ‘Don’t worry man, I’m not keeping you here for a long time. I just need you to cooperate with me.’ She walked back to the table and picked the backpack under it.
She took out a video recorder and dropped it on the table. Then she walked back to the IGP and sat beside him.

‘Like I said before, I don’t plan to keep you with me for long. I brought you here for a purpose and I have two options right now,’ Tarasha stopped and readjusted herself. ‘The first is killing you right here and now and the second option is getting some information from you and leaving you here to be discovered later by the authorities, that way you’d save your life.’

The Inspector General remained silent.
‘Would you like me to repeat myself or have I made my point clear enough?’ Tarasha asked.

He raised his gaze to her face and made a signal that he was ready to talk. She took off the tape from his mouth. He took in a deep breath first and exhaled deeply too.
‘After this, will you still need something else from me?’ the IGP asked in a desperate tone.
Tarasha stopped to think for a moment, then she shook her head. ‘No, it will be the last time you’d have any business with me,’ she replied, meaning her words. She knew the next thing after their meeting was his death even if it came slowly.
The IGP sighed. He bowed his head and closed his eyes for a moment. ‘What information do you want from me?’ he asked, with the feeling of hopelessness. He knew there was no way out for him, it had not been her first time of kidnapping him and it now seemed that she just did it anytime she liked without anyone being able to stop her, his freedom was in her hands.

‘I want you to talk about your relationship with the Vice President, how you met and all the deals you had together, and explain especially the murder of the Danjuma’s family.’

The IGP felt a heavy pain in his chest. He coughed repeatedly but couldn’t help himself because his hands were tied and Tarasha made no move to help him.
‘Why don’t you just kill me, giving you all that information leaves me without nothing, it means I’m dead already.’ he complained bitterly after he was calm.
‘But it’ll leave your family alive, refusing to give me the information would ensure that your whole family is wiped out.’ Tarasha threatened. She saw the fear in his face, it was what she expected. She had come to learn that most people cherished their families highly and were always willing to protect them.

The IGP cleared his throat. ‘I’ll tell you.’
Tarasha gave an evil smile. ‘You’re not just telling me, you’re telling the nation and the world.’

He squinted at her wondering what she meant.

She got up and walked to the table, she picked up the video recorder and inserted a card reader. Then she put the recorder on.
‘Start, tell us everything.’ she said as she faced the camera to him and began to record.