Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 126

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Tarasha - Season 5 - Episode 126

Location: Ongoing Flyover Construction Site, Badagry Expressway.
Time: 9:55am
Different construction plants could be seen on the site and engineers with their site wears and helmets could be seen standing at the different points along the Flyover Construction Site while other manual laborers which were more than the population of the engineers also went about their own jobs.
A part of the road which was untarred had been left for the movement of vehicles along the road. It was usually hooked up by several vehicles at busy hours but at that time of the day many people had left for work already and other motorists were avoiding the place. The rate of traffic jam was quite low even though there was a hold up at that moment. As the cars began to move slowly forward at the both directions of traffic, a black Corolla with tinted glasses appeared from the left side behind. The back glass slowly wound down a little and there appeared the mouth of a long gun.

Engineer Jimoh stood beside the plant erecting the precast concrete members, giving instruction to the trained labourers and inspecting the work. A beep sounded from his pocket and he dipped in his hand to bring out the communication device.
‘Hey Engineer Tunmise,’ he said into the device. He turned his back to the manual labourers and walked away. The labourers and the equipment drivers continued with their work when the sound of a gunshot was heard. All the workers ran for cover immediately as no one knew where the sound came from.

After some seconds of no activity, the workers began to come out of their hiding places and they found Engineer Jimoh on the floor, a bullet had pierced into his back of his head.

They looked towards the moving vehicles from where the sound came. They couldn’t tell from which of the vehicles it was. The traffic jam was less now and the cars were moving at a faster rate.
‘Ah Oga!’ the driver driving Rex’s vehicle exclaimed at the sound of the gunshot. He had seen through the rear view mirror how Rex brought out the long gun and placed it at the top corner of the window. He was shocked but Rex flashed a warning look at him and he could not utter any word. Rex did not shoot immediately until the vehicles began to move, and not just when the vehicles were moving but just at the moment the road became totally clear. The driver did not see who the bullet hit as they did not wait to watch but he saw the reaction of the people after the gun was shot.
‘Shut the f*** up and concentrate on the road,’ Rex said to him as he returned the sniper into the bag. His tablet device was still on his laps, he picked it up and continued to watch until their car appeared in the video. He had been monitoring the traffic from the front through the NSCC cameras, so he knew exactly when it was free and the time to shoot that would allow them escape easily.
‘Drive faster,’ he said and placed the tablet beside him on the seat. They had now gotten to the tarred part of the road away from the site of construction.

Rex phone began to ring and he reached for it, the Vice President was calling.
‘Hey man! I killed the first dude,’ he said as he answered the call.
‘Uhm… Where are you now?’ Elvis Richard’s voice sounded disturbed.
‘On my way to find details of the lady amongst the targets,’ Rex replied. The driver in front shivered uncomfortably. Rex raised his gun and put it close to his neck.
‘Do you have a solid plan against Samantha Osman?’
‘What do you mean by solid plan?’
‘Do you have a plan that would surely kill her?’

‘Yes, I do. This new job is a distraction but I’ll still finish her up in less than two weeks.’

‘I think I have a hint.’
‘What hint?’

‘Samantha Osman kidnapped the Inspector General of Police again just this morning,’ Elvis Richards began. ‘He was scheduled for a flight out of the country by ten o’clock this morning.’
‘Okay?’

‘The knowledge of his flight and whereabouts is supposed to be kept as top secret within the top police officials and the Presidency, so it means she must have gotten her information from the people involved.’
‘Ermm… How can that help?’
‘I think we can come up with a plan and pass a secret information through this same channels too, it would leak to her and she could try to take actions against me and then we trap her.’

It took Rex some seconds to reply, ‘Sounds like a nice idea.’

‘Yes, so you think it would work?’ The Vice President asked, already having a victory note in his voice.

‘Yes, it would. I would come up with a plan and get back to you later.’
‘Okay,’ the Vice President replied and the call ended.

Rex took the pistol away from the driver’s neck. He rested his left hand on the driver’s seat and his right on the passenger’s and with that, he helped himself to get to the passenger’s side at the front.
‘Pull over,’ he said in a command tone to the driver.

The driver quickly looked for a good space and parked the car.
‘Get out,’ Rex said after the driver parked.
The man opened the door and stepped out quickly, raising his hands up as Rex’s gun was pointed at him.
Rex moved to the driver’s seat, he fired a shot into the man’s chest before closing the door and driving away.
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Location: Ilorin, Kwara State.
Time: 11:46AM
In a pensive atmosphere, three men in a living room and putting on white shirts on black trousers all sat looking sad and disturbed. The living room was a large and beautiful one. The black leather sofas were clean and sparkling, so also the tiles and the centre table. The wall was painted with a mixture of white and wine colour, not in a conventional way but in a way that would make a visitor awed by the creativity of the painter. The ceilings were also made of shiny white and spots of wine materials. On the walls were hung different photos of people. On the right side were three photos of a man, one in his younger years another during his early marriage year and the third several years after marriage. On the left was the picture of a woman who was obviously his wife, three of them, in the same pattern as the man’s. The pictures on the wall behind the long leather sofa were that of the man and the wife in the middle, the man, his wife and his three grown up children on the left and the children without the couple in a picture at the left. All the pictures had wine coloured frames.

One of the men seated on a one-seater sofa with his arms folded across his chest and his lower lip folded in shook his head in sadness as his eyes met the face of Engineer Jimoh in the picture of the children.

‘Hmm,’ the man hummed out loud and shook his head. ‘How are we going to tell this woman that her first son was shot dead on this same day we’ve been running around about his father?’
‘I tell you, this is not a good thing.’ Another man joined in. ‘How can she even take it? They’ve been living in peace all these years, only for them to retire and enjoy their lives and the enemies would not let them rest.’

‘Seriously, something must be done about this nation. We need drastic change,’ the thrid man joined.

Just as the third man said his last word. A woman putting on a native attire rushed into the living room in a grieved manner. She had her scarf tied on her loosely and her wrapper almost falling off as she supported it with her hand. The three men got up to their feet immediately they saw her.
‘Please, tell me it’s not true. What happened to my son?’ she wailed as she rushed to the centre of the living room.
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Location: Tarasha’s New Base, Lagos.
Time: 8:23PM
‘Tara, you can’t tell me you had nothing to do with the Inspector General’s kidnap, there’s no way I’m going to believe you.’ Henry argued, following her into the room.
‘Please Henry close the door,’ Tarasha said to him, reminding him that he forgot to lock the door of the room.
Henry stepped back and closed the door. ‘Tara, I asked you a question.’ he reminded her, seeing that she paid no attention to him but was taking off her clothes.
‘I gave you the answer you need already,’ she said as she folded the top she just took off and threw it into the basket.
‘You didn’t tell me what you did with the Inspector General,’ he questioned further.