Saturday, December 3, 2016

Action thriller :- TARASHA Season1 Episode2


TARASHA *episode 2*

She picked up the other man who was already
bleeding through the nose and dragged him to
the back of the van.‘Open it’ She commanded as she placed a gun at the back of his neck.
‘The key is in the car’ he replied shakily. She
escorted him as he walked to the driver’s side
and picked the key. 'Get me the carton labelled “D” ‘ she ordered as the man busied himself with the key.

The man switched on his torchlight and begun
to offload the neatly arranged cartons. It wasn’t too long before he saw the carton labelled ‘D’. Tarasha made him carry it to her car boot then she knocked him out with the butt of the gun and drove off after making sure nobody saw them. She checked her time as she parked car in her compound, it was 3.50am already. She left the carton in the boot and walked into the house.

Before she laid on the bed, she sent a text
message to an unsaved number from her phone. *10am, same day * 'D--n! You idiots’ Don exclaimed angrily as he scattered the objects placed on his table. He picked his gun and walked closer the two men kneeling at the front of his table, there were other five mean looking men standing in the office. 'So you two mean an ordinary lady knocked out both of you?’ He continued angrily.

‘Sir… I… I…’ One of the men kneeling down
stammered, he was the driver of the van.
‘You what? And you still laid helpless till the
police found and arrested you’ 'We are sorry sir, we promise to get her and recover the carton’ the other man replied, fidgeting all over. 'Idiot, what did she look like? Can you recognize her?’ 'No, she was wearing a mask, we didn’t see her face’ ‘Idiot, how do you intend to get her?’ Don barked angrily.

'We …’ The man began to speak but couldn’t
continue as Don fired bullets into the chests of
the both men. 'Dispose them off’ he ordered the men in the room. Four of the men carried the bodies outside, two carrying each one. The remaining man who seemed to be the next in command walked closer to the table as Don walked back to his seat. 'We should have sent more capable men’ Don said as he sat down.
‘We were not expecting any attack and this isn’t the first time of sending both of them on
errands like this, they’ve never failed’ 'So how did this happen?’ ‘It must have been well planned, I think we were played’ ‘Played? Do you think Felix can play a trick on me, knowing the kind of person I am?’

'I believe that the carton was returned to that
warehouse, no one else knew about the
transaction’ Don picked up his phone and dialed a number, placing a stern look at the man standing at his front as he waited for his call to be answered. 'He’s not picking’ he announced to the waiting ears of his subordinate. ‘I told you’ the man said boastfully. 'Go get my stuff for me and bring Felix down here in two hours’ Don ordered in a gruffy voice.

Tarasha rode speedily on the free expressway,
the breeze making her jacket fly backwards.
She loved the attention she got when she
occasionally sped past cars, the look on the
drivers’ faces was always a questioning look of how a lady should be riding so crazily. But it
was her hobby, that was the way she relaxed.
She slowed down a little bit when she looked at the side mirror and noticed someone waving and calling. 'Hey’ Henry shouted, slowing down the powerbike speed as he levelled up with her. 'Hi’ she replied him.
‘I’m Henry, can we stop and talk a little?’ Henry
asked, increasing his speed to level up again asshe increased hers first.

‘What do you have to say? I don’t have enough
time to stop and chat’ 'Sorry for disturbing but are you new around here? I’ve never seen you with us at the bike riders association’ 'What bike riders association?’ She asked,
increasing her speed again. 'Nigerian bikers association, you don’t know about it?’
‘We’ll… other time’ was what the guy heard due
to obstruction by the breeze before she sped
off. He concluded that she must have said to him that they’ll talk some other time. But how were they going to meet again...,

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