TARASHA
EPISODE34A
Chief Gab got up from his seat at once, he
didn’t know what to expect, she didn’t even
allow him talk before she ended the call. He
waved off his bodyguard who was moving close
to him thinking he needed something.
He picked his smaller phone from the centre
table and proceeded out of the living room to
speak with the security men outside.
He returned five minutes later after giving them
orders and headed to the computer room. Edet
was surprised on seeing the man walk into the
room.
‘Good morning sir’ Edet stood up to greet.
‘Good morning Edet’ Chief Gab replied, taking
his seat beside the young man’s chair. ‘Let’s
see the entrance, I’m expecting a visitor’
Edet quickly responded to the instruction and
the computer displayed the happenings outside.
Nothing was going on except for the usual
passage of vehicles in the estate.
It was after twelve minutes that Chief Gab
spotted a black range Rover driving from the
left towards the gate.
‘Tell them to open the gate’ he said to Edet
who picked up a landline and quickly dialed the
men at the gate.
The car was driven in in few seconds. The
driver, a lady whose face was not visible due to
her mode of dressing came out of the car, she
had a bag strapped to her back. She was led
into the house by two men as Chief had
ordered them earlier.
They led her to the large sitting room and took
their leave. Chief watched her as she stood in
the middle of the living room and brought out a
tablet device from her bag, she begin to put in
some commands. Chief decided it was time to
meet her, he cleared his throat and adjusted his
Agbada before walking out of the computer
room with his personal guard.
Tarasha already brought out a gun by the time
he entered the living room with his guard. His
guard who was proactive brought out his own
gun and pointed at Tarasha. Her facial
expression was not clearly seen but the Chief
could hear a chuckle, he motioned his
bodyguard to drop the gun.
Tarasha released four quick shots to the four
edges of the rectangular room, destroying the
planted cameras. She returned the gun into her
pocket and faced the Chief.
‘Good morning Chief’ she greeted in a cheerful
voice, ‘Happy new year’
‘Good morning Tarasha, same to you’ he
answered, both of them still standing. He
signaled to the bodyguard to leave the place
and the guy quickly obliged. ‘Please have your
seat’ he motioned Tarasha to one of the thick
leather sofas. She removed and dark glasses on
her face as she sat down but still left the mask
which covered the lower part of her face and
the face cap which covered her forehead.
Nevertheless, Chief Gab could still see her eyes,
she wasn’t what he was expecting, she looked
too young to be a professional assassin. He
could place her between the ages of twenty to
twenty five, she was in the same age range
with his first daughter. He felt a pinch of guilt
as he sat on the sofa facing her. He needed
not to ask her what led her to becoming an
assassin, he knew how it happened.
‘What can I offer you?’ He asked.
‘The truth’ she answered sharply.
‘What?’
‘The truth’ she repeated.
‘I mean something to drink or eat’ he said with
a smile.
‘I want you to tell me the truth only’ she
reiterated.
‘Well…’ He became speechless, he wondered
what kind of conversation she came for.
‘Why are you killing all these people?’
He was taken aback by the question and he
stammered, trying to find his voice. He thought
Vladislav had told him that she killed without
asking questions, she was bred to be like that.
‘I mean you don’t tell me what you have against
these people you send me to’ She added, ‘most
of them are loved by the people of your
country’
‘I don’t think I am obliged to answer you’ he
answered, getting up from his seat.
That was true, he wasn’t mandated to answer
her. She herself was to ask questions, she
came to Nigeria to kill and wasn’t supposed to
have pity for anyone that she was sent to or
anyone that tried to stop her.
She thought she had lost all emotional until recently when she killed Rivers State Governor. She remembered the look on his face, it was the look on the face of her first loved one that she killed. Her fifth assignment during her training, when she was just fourteen years old.
***FLASHBACK ***
-april 9,2020-
The innocent looking fourteen year old girl stood only clothed with a black bra and a very short skirt in the extremely cold weather.
That's how they were being brought up; to be able to withstand any kind of weather, sometimes they were fully clothed in very hot weather.
Her body shook as a mean looking man placed something into her hands.
She looked around her and found gazes of young girls of the same age as hers, some a little bit older.
tbc...
previously on Tarasha Season1 Episode33b
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