Tarasha - Chapter 90

The roads were clear on this perfect sunny afternoon.

The traffic jam and rush on the street was at the lowest

minimum. Henry was driving while Omotara was seated

with him at the front seat. They seemed to be involved in

a deep heart talk with each other as both of them smiled

occasionally. After driving for some few minutes, they

halted the car in front of a drinks store and Henry

pushed the horn twice. In one minute time, Jefa came

out of the store and proceeded towards the car. He

entered into the backseat and the couple greeted him

warmly. Then they continued the ride.

‘I’ve got something for you two,’ Jefa spoke from the

back seat and handed a small white polythene bag to

Omotara.

‘Oh, ice cream!’ Omotara flashed her teeth as she opened

the polythene bag to see the contents. Henry also peeped

and smiled.

‘Thank you, Uncle Jefa.’ Henry said in appreciation.

‘It’s nothing,’ Jefa replied.

Omotara took her own ice cream cup and took off the

seal. She took a spoonful and widened her eyes in

excitement as she fell in love with the taste. She turned to

look at Jefa who was smiling at the back. ‘I never knew

you had such a good taste too,’ she joked.

‘Come on, I’ve got a better taste than you two.’

‘You think so?’

‘I know so.’

‘Hehe, no problem if it makes you feel better anyway.’

She said and added a short laugh. Jefa gave her a playful

punch on the shoulder.

‘Better leave Uncle Jeffery,’ Henry joined playfully. ‘He’s a

gentleman and gentlemen always make a good choice of

things like this.’

‘You can say that again if it will make both of you sleep

better tonight,’ Omotara said with another round of

laughter. ‘I feel like taking beef roll too.’ She added, to

Henry.

‘Beef roll and ice cream?’ Henry questioned.

‘Well, it’s none of your business what I

combine.’Omotara answered playfully.

‘Okay Boss,’ Henry saluted in the same playful manner,

‘just mention when you see any store where it is sold, so

we can stop by and you’ll drop to get it yourself.’

‘Huh?’ Omotara queried, pouting her lips and staring

straight into his eyes.

Henry sighed, trying his best to focus on the road. ‘So I

should be the one to get it for you?’ He asked with a raise

eyebrow.

‘Yes, or you want me to lecture you on what it means to

be a gentleman again?’ She spread out her hands to

emphasize her point.

‘Gentlemanliness is not defined that way,’ Jefa cut in

from the back, ‘he’s been a gentleman enough to agree

that we stop by a store to get one for you when you’re

only a few metres to the house.’

‘Hahaha, Uncle Jeffery is an ancient Gentleman. Well,

enough of the talks.’ Omotara raised up her two hands

girlishly to halt the conversation. ‘Stop, there’s a store

over there.’ She said, pointing to a small neat kiosk at the

other side of the road.

Henry took his time to pull over and then glanced at the

direction she was pointing at, he took a glance back at

her.

‘You know my favorite,’ she winked at him.

He sighed and pulled off his seatbelt. He opened the door

and stepped out.

‘You just want to trouble this guy,’ Jefa said to her as they

watched him look out for vehicles before crossing the

road.

‘No, I’m just helping his destiny come quicker.’ Omotara

replied in a stern voice. She turned back to look at Jefa,

her happy face had changed into something different,

she now had a smirk on.

‘What do you mean by that?’ Jefa questioned with a

raised eyebrow.

‘Just watch and see,’ Omotara answered and then looked

towards Henry’s direction. He had already gotten the

beef roll and was waiting to cross the road with a nylon

bag. He was seen dipping his hand into his pocket, his

phone was taken out, he answered a call and placed it on

his ear. Just then, he stepped into the road and started

walking back. Suddenly, a sand carrying tipper truck

appeared from nowhere and was rushing towards him.

Jefa finally jerked off from his dream, sweating profusely

in the cold air conditioned room. He rolled out of the

blanket and turned on the blue light. He wiped off the

sweat from his forehead after sitting up.

What manner of dream was this? He asked himself. This

was the third nightmare he had had within a very brief

period of days and there seemed to be a connection

between the three. In the first dream, Omotara was the

one who was attacked. In the second dream, he, Jefa was

pointed a gun and in this third dream, a vehicle was

rushing towards Henry. In the first and the third dream,

it wasn’t clear if Omotara or Henry was killed but it was

obvious that their lives were in great danger but in the

second dream, the bullet of the gun clearly pierced into

Jefa’s head.

Jefa buried in face in his palms in frustration, his wounds

suddenly began to ache him again. He had never been a

clairvoyant person but with the way the nightmares are

coming, he believed that God was giving him

premonitions of something about to happen very soon.

Jefa rolled out of the bed and turned on the white bulb.

He took a glance at the wall clock, it was already close to

eleven pm. Then he stared around the room to see where

his clothes were kept for him by Omotara, he had to start

packing immediately. He would leave by the next day

since it was obvious that the reuniting with each other

would cause tragedy, the nightmares alone already spells

doom for them, he didn’t want to wait until the physical

manifestations begin.

He proceeded to the wardrobe when he couldn’t see any

of his clothes or bags around, he tried to open it but it

didn’t open. He looked around to see if there was any

keyhole hidden somewhere but he found none, it

seemed that the wardrobe lock was electrical.

He struggled to bent down and search under the bed but

there was no pin under the bed, under the bed looked

recently swept and mopped. He gave up searching for his

clothes and returned to sleep in the bed. He would make

sure he leaves the house the next day after Omotara

returns in the morning. He will try his best to explain his

decision to her before parting finally.

~~~

Don and Stainless were now in one of the underground

rooms of Stainless’ caban. The room which was a long

abandoned old arsenal looked like a mud house that was

about to collapse, sands dropped on their heads

occasionally. The arms and ammunitions were all cover

in sand and dust. A fully charged lamp by the top left

corner of the room served as the source of light in the

room. Stainless had inherited the whole place from their

former Master and Boss, Scot whom Don murdered after

a disagreement.

Don kept staring at Stainless from time to time, partially

in anger and then in thankfulness. He was angry that

Stainless could theaten him so much with a gun which

had no bullets in it when he himself had a gun which was

fully loaded in his pocket. And he was thankful because

he wasn’t dead, until now he never believed that he could

be so scared of death.

‘Here,’ Stainless passed an old hard cover book to him

from his bag.

‘What’s this?’ Don asked, taking a close look at the book.

‘Some of my old deals with Elvis Richards are in there,’

Stainless answered.

‘I don’t think we should be searching about Elvis’ old

deals now, I think we should be more focused on who

sent Tara… Samantha.’

‘Tara…?’ Stainless raised an eyebrow with a questioning

look. ‘You’ve been mentioning that since, are you still

hiding something from me?’

‘I told you I was going to tell you more after the meal,’

Don answered.

‘And now we’ve finished the meal and we’ve even left the

house.’

‘Yes, I’ll tell you. Let’s take it one after the other.’

‘I still think we need to find out Chief Elvis’s connection

with Samantha Osman also, it may help us in getting her.’

Stainless suggested.

‘I don’t really think there’s a connection between them

until now, Elvis Richards is scared that she’ll be coming

for his life soon, that’s why he’s hunting her. She doesn’t

even know that he’s after her. And who knows, he may

not be part of her targets.’

‘But what’s the purpose for his fear?’

‘He mentioned to me once that all the people that Tara…

Samantha has brought down were once involved in a

deal with him, except for the Rivers State Governor.’

Stainless closed the bag he was searching in and got up,

he folded his arms and stared at Don. ‘Now you’ve got to

tell me the connection between Tara and Samantha

Osman, you’ve made the mistake of calling Tara almost

more than half of the times you wanted to refer to

Samantha.’

‘Tarasha is her real name,’ Don finally said, ‘she was

exported down to Nigeria, I don’t know which country

she was exported from but report says that she looks like

an African.’

‘Tarasha,’ Stainless mumbled under his breath,

wondering what African country and language the name

could be from. ‘Have you met with her before?’

‘No, except for today when we both met her for the first

time.’Don answered reluctantly, wondering if Stainless

was deaf and didn’t hear the answer when he had told

him earlier that day.

‘How do you know so much about her?’

‘She works for Chief Gab,’ Don stated.

‘Chief Gab!’ Stainless exclaimed, ‘where the hell is that

man?’

‘He’s kicking, he’s in Nigeria.’

‘Wow! I never knew he’s done with his jail term.’

‘He was released some years ago.’

‘Okay, I think I remember when the media reported it

but since then we’ve not heard anything else about him.’

Stainless said before bending down to bring out a long

gun. It was covered with dust.

‘He’s not been making public comments, so the media

may be quiet about him.’

‘Interesting! But where’s he getting the money he’s using

to send Samantha…I mean Tarasha these errands?’

‘That’s best known to him,’ Don remarked with less

concern.

‘So it’s Chief Gab who is behind all these killings?’

Don gave no reply but kept gathering the bullets he was

picking. There was silence for a while before Don spoke

again. ‘If we can get Chief Gab’s list of targets, we can

know all her moves.’

‘That’s true but how do we do that?’

‘We have to travel to Lagos, I can easily break into Chief

Gab’s apartments.’

‘Then let’s travel tomorrow, or can you send your people

from your Nanl Gang to do it?’

‘We can’t travel tomorrow when we already know her

immediate next move. Let’s tackle that first.’

‘Huh? How do you know her next move?’ Stainless turned

to stare at him in surprise.

Don shook his head as he saw Stainless’ surprise. He had

thought by Stainless’ action that day, Stainless had

become wiser but he was just proved wrong. ‘Don’t you

know her next move?’ He stared back at Stainless in

surprise.

‘Ermm…I don’t know.’ Stainless scratched his head.

Don gave a chuckle, he felt like taking out a gun to blow

off Stainless’ dumb brain immediately but he restrained

himself, he still needed to keep Stainless to finish off

Tarasha’s execution. Don was sure that Stainless was also

keeping him alive because he was interested in

conquering Samantha Osman. After that goal was

achieved, he knew that only one of them would be left

alive as the fastest between the both of them would kill

the other immediately.

‘Her next move would be to look for us,’ Don stated and

returned to what he was doing.

‘Look for us? Why?’ Stainless Asked another set of

questions.

Don was obviously irritated by the question. He was now

sure that Stainless’ dumbness was the reason Elvis

Richards did not entrust the job to him.

‘She saw both of us in Henry’s house, I’m sure she came

there to get something. She’ll want to find out what we

were doing there and who are, especially I that called her

by her name.’

‘Hmmm… True,’ Stainless could not but nod in

agreement. He wondered why he had not thought about

it that way, the only people he was expecting to be after

him was the police. Now, he could understand the

reason why Don excelled better than him at the job.

‘Then we’ve got to prepare in case she comes here for us

but I don’t think she’ll be coming soon now that they

police are keeping an eye on the place.’

‘Don’t talk like that, she’s super intelligent, she always has

her way of getting past the police.’ Don cautioned.

‘Does that mean that she’ll come immediately?’

‘Most likely, I believe she was looking for something in

Henry E.G’s house. Maybe something she forgot the last

time. If she doesn’t find it there, she may think that we

have whatever it is. That gives her more reasons to look

for us.’

‘Great! Then we don’t need to struggle since we are

expecting her. We’ll just wait for her here. I would call

back some of my men.’ Stainless said, with a note of

confidence in his voice.

‘We’ll get many boys to join us but what we need more

importantly is the brain to match hers. If we act stupidly,

we’ll end up putting ourselves in trouble.’ Don cautioned

again. ‘Remember Robin Kahn,’ he quickly added to

emphasize his point.

‘That’s true, so what do you suggest we do?’

‘We’ll use a method I learnt from her,’ Don paused and

turned to Stainless with a crooked smile. ‘The same

method she used for Robin Kahn. She knew that Robin

was coming, so she set him up to come to a place which

she knew better than him, then she set traps there for

him. We have a better situation.’ Don paused to clear his

throat. ‘We know she’s coming here and we also know

she’ll be coming during the night time cos she can’t enter

during the day when she’ll not be able to hide herself

from the police monitoring. We’ll set enough traps for

her and I’m sure she’ll walk into it.’

Tarasha made her way out of the room again carefully,

this time she went in direction of the study. After walking

for one minute, she was able to locate the study, it was

locked and there was need for an access card to unlock

it. She quickly rolled up the tight skirts and took out two

screwdriver- like metals, she began to unscrew the access

panel.

~~

Three minutes had passed and Benny had not gotten any

message from Tarasha. His heart began to fear at the

thought of leaving Cole in the explosion that was about to

rock the house. He began to think of anyway possible to

reach Cole and help him out. He took out his connection

device and punched in Cole’s code. He fixed the earpiece

in his left ear, just as it was about connecting, the Senate

President returned to the living room.

‘Your friends have not still returned?’ Mr Nasiru asked

with a worried look on his face.

‘Sir, I’m not very happy with what is happening.’ Mr

Alfred replied in a sad tone.

‘I’m really sorry sir,’ Nasiru tried to calm him, ‘but do

you know of any substance that the both of them may

have an allergy for?’

‘I’m not aware of anything,’ Mr Alfred said angrily, he

took a glance at his wristwatch, four minutes was gone

already. ‘They’ve been eating well since we got to Nigeria

and they’ve not been selective of anything.’

‘Ermm… Maybe I need to check out on them.’ Nasiru said

and was turning back.

‘No sir,’ Mr Alfred stopped him. ‘I think I have to call the

office first.’

‘No please, don’t do that.’ Nasiru pleaded, ‘it’s just a little

thing that we can sort out.’

‘No, I’m not calling to report you, I’m calling the medical

unit to find out if they had any previous case or records

like this.’

‘But are you sure that’s the right thing to do?’ Nasiru

asked in fear, not wanting for his relationship with their

foundation to be destroyed.

‘Yes, don’t worry. They’ll be no problems.’ Mr Alfred said

and got up. ‘I need to get to the car and take my second

phone. Please can you show me the way?’

~~~~

The guard flung Cole out of the toilet to the floor outside

mercilessly, he stepped out of the toilet and closed the

door.

Cole felt his body weaken more as he landed on the floor,

his head almost hitting the wall. For some seconds he left

his eyes closed and opened it again when he didn’t hear

sounds of the man’s movement. He saw the guard

standing in front of the toilet’s door, staring at him. Cole

took his gaze away and turned his neck to another side

and there he saw the tranquilizing pin he had wanted to

use earlier. It was not out of his hand reach but he felt

too weak at the moment to stretch forth his hand and he

wouldn’t even want to do it while the man was staring at

him.

The guard started taking slow steps closer to him, Cole

tried to turn but couldn’t, he felt the metals in his

pockets again. Then he saw something, something which

he could use. He remembered his boss’ saying that

anything could be a weapon. Some hope returned to him

and he managed to dipped his hand into his inner

pocket, acting as if he was grabbing his stomach in pains

so that the man wouldn’t suspect anything. He gave a

very faint smile on seeing the man’s shoe lace carelessly

loose and dragging on the floor.

The guard kept marching to him with slow steps. He

stopped right in front of Cole face, close to the wall and

squatted, staring straight at Cole’s face. ‘Who sent you?’

He barked.

Cole turned his face away but the man turned it back to

himself and added a slap. ‘I said who sent you?’ He

barked again.

Cole’s fingers by this time already touched the metals he

needed, a tiny rope clip and a short knife. He stretched

his free hand and placed it on the guard’s left shoe. The

guard glanced at the movement but took it for granted as

he believed that Cole was too weak to do anything

dangerous to him.

‘You won’t talk?’ He shouted once again.

‘She sent us,’ Cole finally answered, still doing his work

on the man’s shoe. He had gotten a hold of the lace and

held it softly. Then he noticed something else on the

man’s left shoulder, there was kind of swelling which

wasn’t on the other side. To Cole, it looked like the man

had a dressed wound there.

‘Who is she?’ The man asked in low tones, mentioning the

words one after the other.

Cole stared at his face and gave a smile, bringing

confusion to the man. ‘Even if you kill me, you can’t

cause our mission to be aborted. She never fails and

won’t fail this either,’ Cole said, with the hope of buying

more time.

‘Who the hell is she?’ The man slammed and stood to his

feet to take out something from his pocket. With that

Cole removed his hand from the inner pocket and

clipped the man’s shoe with the metal clip, he mustered

enough strength to get up and drag the clip, making the

man fall to the ground with a thud.

Immediately, Cole followed up by driving the knife into

the man’s shoulder where he noticed the swelling. The

man responded with a loud groan that echoed round the

room. Then Cole turned to search for the pin where it

was, he located it and carefully picked it up. He drove it

into the man’s neck at once.

~~

Tarasha had just picked the book and was about

proceeding out of the place when she heard some voices

approaching. With what they were discussing, they had

seen the door left ajar.

‘The study is not locked?’ A coarse voice expressed the

owner’s surprise.

‘How come? The man never leaves it open.’ The

accompanying voice said. Tarasha quickly hid herself

beside the door.

Someone pushed the door open a little and closed it

back. ‘What may have happened to the access panel?’

‘Maybe the man is trying to change it,’ the accompanying

voice replied.

‘Whatever,’ the hand drew the door close again but it still

went ajar. Tarasha waited until she heard their voices and

footsteps no more. She quickly opened the door and

peeped, there was no one else in the corridor. She

stepped out and looked left and right, it was time to set

up the other bomb and leave the place. She started

following the route where she had come from. Her

connection device beeped.

‘Cole,’ she called.

‘Boss,’ Cole spoke in a low voice.

‘Speak up Cole, have you gotten away from the man?’

‘Yes, he’s down. Cole tried to raise his voice.

‘Ermm…’ Tarasha delayed the reply as she thought of the

best step to take now that Cole was free.

‘Boss…’ Cole called when he heard nothing again from

the other end.

‘Cole, find another security guard whose clothes you can

use and take the clothes.’

‘Huh?’ Cole sounded surprised, he wasn’t expecting such

an order now that he just had a hard time defeating one

guard.

‘Cole,’ Tarasha chuckled, noticing his surprise. ‘If you

could defeat the the man’s personal security official, you

can take out anyone else.’ She added to encourage him.

‘Sh*t! One is here already.’ Tarasha heard Cole mention

before the connection was cut.

She took out her phone and dialed Benny. ‘Where are

you now?’

~~~~

‘I just finished timing the bomb and I’m about to leave

with Aisha. The Senate President is walking at the front of

his house. I’m waiting for Aisha so that we could both

take the escape route.’ Benny replied Tarasha, watching

the Senate President and his wife standing in front of the

house while Aisha was coming towards the car from the

house.

‘How many minutes has it run for already?’

‘Just one,’ Benny answered after glancing at where the

bomb was placed in the car.

‘So that means it took you nine minutes to go out of the

house?’ Tarasha questioned, in something more like a

scolding manner. Benny was quiet. ‘Set the time to thirty

minutes now and return into the house, I’ll send

something into your phone for you to show the man.’

She ordered and the call ended.

Benny stepped back into the car and picked up the

detonator, he entered in the password and stopped the

reading, then he set it afresh for thirty minutes.

‘What’s happening?’ Aisha asked as she got near the car.

She had been in darkness all the while since it was only

Benny the boss was communicating with, the only thing

she knew was that Benny gave her the signal to follow

him when he was going out to the car.

‘Nothing,’ Benny smiled and stepped out, then he closed

the door. ‘I’m just following the boss’ instruction.’

‘But you’re not telling me anything.’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything you need to know.’

Benny said and grabbed her by the arm and they both

returned into the house.

~~

Cole rose up to face the new guard who just entered. The

slim guard was staring around the room with great awe

of the disarray in the place. He took a glance at the

Chief’s personal bodyguard laying lifeless, his face clearly

showed his shock on seeing the man down. He raised up

his head and stared at Cole with a frowned face.

Cole rushed to the guard as the man’s hand made way

into his pocket. He landed a kick on the man’s belly and

the man staggered backwards, his body closing back the

door.

~~

Nasiru and his wife began to walk back slowly into the

house with their guests, there was an unvoiced tension

and unusual silenced amongst them. Benny took out his

phone and unlocked it, he clicked on the chat application

and opened the conversation box with Tarasha. She was

already typing in a message.

‘Show the pictures I send you to the man,’ the message

entered as they stepped into the living room.

‘Okay Boss,’ Benny replied and proceeded with Aisha to

the three seater sofa to sit.

Another message came in shortly, ‘is his wife still with

you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Make sure that she and her husband does not leave

there but show only the husband the message.’

‘Okay Boss,’ Benny answered and the messages paused

for a minute.

‘I think I need to go check your colleagues now,’ The

Senate President said after he saw that the guests were

seated for a while. His wife was seated at the opposite

sofa to them.

‘No need sir, I have a message for you.’ Mr Alfred said

and got up.

‘What message is that?’ Nasiru answered reluctantly and

walked back to Mr Alfred who was also walking towards

him.

‘Here,’ Mr Alfred clicked on the loading picture. An blurry

image first appeared and it became clearer in few

seconds.

‘What?’ Nasiru screamed out loud on seeing the photo.

There was his daughter Fatima tied to the bed, with an

explosive device around her body. Aisha and Mrs Nasiru

got up immediately in shock as they heard the man’s

scream. Two of the guards also came into the living room

from different directions.

‘Calm down mister,’ Mr Alfred said to the man in a low

voice, ‘we don’t want to harm her if you’ll cooperate with

us.’

‘Yes, I would cooperate.’ The man said nodded his head

in agreement, almost in tears already.

‘Now tell your guards to return, assure them that there’s

no problem.’ Benny said to his ears.

‘Go back everyone, everything is fine.’ Nasiru ordered

immediately.

‘Correct,’ Benny smiled. He checked his phone again,

there was another text message and more pictures. ‘Tell

the man to sit with you as if nothing happened and wait

till I come.’

‘What’s the matter?’ Mrs Nasiru stood at her husband’s

front and asked.

‘Nothing o, nothing.’ Mr Nasiru sang back like a terrified

child, his body trembling all over.

~~

Tarasha climbed down the bed after attaching the bomb

to Fatima’s body, then she started to pull off the maid’s

uniform. After a minute, she had stripped to her

underwear and was proceeding to pick her previous

clothes, her connection device beeped.

‘Cole,’ she called as she answered.

‘Boss, I’m in the security guards uniform now.’

‘Do you have a cap with you?’

‘Ermm… I will take the cap now.’

‘Better, meet us in the living room. Connect me if any

one confronts you. And if you get there before me,

ensure that the target and his wife does not leave there.’

‘Okay boss,’ Benny said and the connection was closed.

Tarasha began to put on the clothes hurriedly, she turned

back to Fatima who was staring at her, tied to the bed

with the bomb attached to her body. She was too

terrified to scream or move as Tarasha had threatened

that the bomb would go off it unnecessary movements

were made or if there was any attempt made to detach it.

‘Sorry baby,’ Tarasha said with a smirk, ‘sometimes, the

children partakes from the Father’s sins.’

~~

‘What do you want from me?’ Nasiru asked from Mr

Alfred, now seated but still trembling.

‘Calm down mister, you’ll find out soon.’

‘I said what is the matter?’ Mrs Nasiru shouted at her

husband in an angry manner.

Benny gave the man a threatening look to warn his wife.

‘Will you sit down woman,’ Nasiru shouted back at her.

‘Something is clearly wrong, I’ll alert the security’ She

said and began to hurry away. Aisha followed after

immediately to stop her.

‘No madam, you can’t do that.’ A man dressed in the

security’s uniform walked in from the corridor of the

inner rooms and stopped at her front.

‘Cole!’ Aisha exclaimed as she saw the security man’s

face.

‘Yea baby, I’m with you.’ Cole winked at Aisha and took

out something from his pocket.

‘Who the hell are you and what authority do you think

you have to stop me?’ Mrs Nasiru tried to push Cole away

and proceed on but Cole pushed in a pin into the side of

her neck. She felt dizzy immediately and collapsed into

Cole’s hands, he carefully placed her on the floor.

‘Please don’t hurt her,’ Mr Nasiru screamed and stood

up.

‘Get seated man,’ Cole took out a gun and pointed at the

man, ‘she’s not dead, she’s only taking a nap.’

Up to five security officials rushed into the scene at once,

two from the same place Cole came from and pointed

the guns at Cole.

Then Benny got up and held the man neck, he pointed his

gun to the man’s head. ‘Tell them to drop their arms or

you and your daughter would be killed.’

All the men directed their gun focus to Benny now.

‘Drop your guns,’ Nasiru said to the men. They slowly

began to comply.

‘Hello Senate President,’ Tarasha came in from behind

the guards. She walked to the man’s front and stood.

Then she took a quick glance at her men, Cole, Benny and

Aisha before returning her gaze to the man. ‘Come on

Benny, treat the Senate President with respect.’ She said

in a tone of mockery. Benny slowly took off the gun from

the man’s head.

Cole bent down and began to pack the guns of the

security men. Tarasha took out her phone from the bag

she had carried with her upstairs. She turned on the

screen to check the time. ‘We only have fifteen minutes

to get out of this house,’ she announced loudly. She took

out a timer from her bag and showed it to the man, it

was at thirty minutes and twenty three seconds, counting

down. ‘The bomb on your daughter’s body would be

going off when this time counts down to the end. The

place where the control point of the bomb will require

fifteen minutes drive from here.’ She said, staring at the

man’s face squarely. ‘Well, fifteen minutes if there’s no

traffic.’

‘Who are you?’ The man managed to mutter, squeezing

his face bitterly.

‘Hahaha, you’re asking questions?’ Tarasha laughed out

loud. ‘I will do you the honour of replying.’ She cleared

her throat and folded her arms. ‘Your people call me

Samantha Osman.’

The man’s face fell, a tear dropped from his eyes. ‘I’ve

been expecting you, but please spare my daughter and

my wife.’

‘Only you can do that now, just follow us quietly and tell

your security officials to remain calm until you return.’

She ordered.

Cole, Benny and Aisha kept staring at their boss in

surprise. This was not their initial plan, what she was

doing was far from their plan but they had complete

trust in her.