Action thriller:- TARASHA Season1 Episode4

TARASHA
*Episode 4*
      By OyinPrince 

‘Good morning Chief’ Tarasha greeted on phone.
‘Good morning Tarasha’ a harsh voice
responded.
‘Chief, have you gotten the stuff you asked me
to get? I dropped it in the car parked in front of
your office according to our plan’
‘Yes, I’ve seen it’ the voice answered
‘You’ve seen it? But why haven’t you called me
then? You didn’t keep your part of the deal’
‘What deal?’
‘What do you mean Chief? Didn’t you say that I
would get the bank alert for my balance two
hours after you get the carton?’
‘Yes I said that, but you broke the agreement
first’
‘What? How?’
‘You said you would do the job without killing
anybody’
‘Yes, I didn’t drop anyone’
‘But it was all over the news yesterday, all the
labourers at the warehouse were found dead
yesterday’
‘That wasn’t me, that happened in the
afternoon. I carried out the job around 3am’
‘How am I supposed to believe that you really
did the job by 3am?’
‘What the hell are you talking about Chief?’
Tarasha flared up. ‘I see you don’t want to keep
to your part of the deal?’
‘I will send you the balance once I’m sure that it
wasn’t you that carried out the killings’ the call
ended.
Tarasha was fuming with anger as she dropped
the phone, it wasn’t as if the balance meant so
much to her but she was angry at the obvious
fact that the Chief only wanted to cheat her
and she wouldn’t take that from anyone. She
checked her wall clock and pondered for a while
before shr picked up a pistol and a mask from
her bedside and stormed out of the house.
She tapped a button on the remote control and
the door to the driver’s seat of her Zently 2027
model opened. She slid into the car and the
door closed back automatically, she inserted two
bullets into the revolver and hid it safely under
the car seat after which she started the car
engine and drove towards the gate which
opened automatically and closed after she was
out of the compound.
She drove as fast as possible, hissing every
time she had to stop because of traffic signals
and other road users. After almost an hour
drive, she got to Gravl Avenue, she parked at a
very far distance to the Chief’s house.
She gave a wicked smile as she glanced at her
wristwatch. In few minutes, the driver and the
bodyguard that accompanied the Chief youngest
daughter to school would be returning. She took
the revolver from where she hid it and kept it in
her purse, reason that she wasn’t properly
dressed; the clothes she wore would show signs
of the gun if pocketed.
She got out of the car , carefully making sure
no passerby was watching or noticing her and
she walked a distance closer to the Chief’s
house.
With her dark goggles on, she stayed by the
side of the road and placed one hand on her
waist, acting like one who was waiting for a
cab. After two minutes, she sighted the driver
and bodyguard from afar, returning in the car.
As they came closer, she started to walk
through the road pretending not to see the
coming car. She got the driver confused as he
struggled to bring the car to a halt but not after
he had gotten so close, almost hitting her.
‘What’s wrong with you ma’am? Didn’t you see a
car was coming?’ The driver shouted angrily at
her.
‘I’m sorry’ she pleaded, holding her chest like
someone who was deeply horrified. She turned
to the driver’s side to apologize.
‘You should be careful next time’ the driver
continued, more calmly now.
‘I’m sorry’ she said, gasping for breath and
coughing as sweat drop from her face in the hot
sun. ‘I think I’ve lost my way, I was going to
Eden hair salon at Gravl Avenue’
‘You’re at Gravl avenue already, just walk a little
bit further and you’ll find it by your left side’
‘Please can you give me a lift there?’ She
pleaded.
‘Okay yes’ the driver replied, looking at the
bodyguard by his side who shrugged in
confirmation. ‘Enter the back seat’
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
+++++
Inspector James sat on a chair facing a man on
the hospital bed, the only survivor of the
warehouse attack.

To be continued

Action thriller-: TARASHA Season1 Episode3

TARASHA
*****Episode 3*****

‘The manager of the warehouse is missing and
there are no traces of him or his body around
the place’ he said to his colleague who was
standing beside him.
‘Yes’ came the reply, ‘we can’t tell if he was
taken away by the attackers or if he was killed
and dropped somewhere else’
‘That’s possible, but we have to confirm first
that he’s not at home or somewhere around
town. We have to reach members of his family
and his friends’
‘I’ve sent men to his house already, they’ll be
back with a reply soon’
‘Good’ James turned and looked around the
warehouse again, the look on his face turned to
a more confused one. ‘I’m just wondering what
kind of people attacked this place’
‘I wonder too and it doesn’t look like anything
was stolen, all the packaged goods are still
intact’, the colleague added.
‘I don’t think those who carried out this attack
are thieves, I believe they came on a different
mission’
‘Yeah, that’s true’
‘Felix Felix’ Don taunted the already tortured
man as he walked into the large room. ‘I see
you’re playing games with me’
‘No Don, I swear. I don’t plan the attack on your
boys’
‘Then where is my carton?’
‘I don’t know, we arranged the carton with the
other cartons and labelled it differently
according to our plan’
‘Who else knew about this our deal?’
‘No other person knew, even the men that
packed the cartons didn’t know that there was
anything different in it’ the man.
‘Who did you send to do the repackaging after it
landed in your warehouse?’
‘I did the repackaging myself , I removed it from
the beer carton and packaged it in the tin milk
carton’
‘Who saw you while you were doing it?’
‘No one did’
‘Hmm, then why is it that it was that same
carton that was taken from my boys?’
‘I don’t know sir , maybe someone here knew as
about our conversation’
‘Huh? Someone here?’ Don barked loudly and
stared fiercely at his men surrounding them,
who all shook in fear.
‘Yes, someone in your organization must have
leaked out the secret’
‘Them?’ Don gave a short laugh and stopped to
stare wickedly at his men again. ‘These ones
dare not sell me out, most of them weren’t even
aware of the deal’
‘Then, maybe you…’Felix stammered out of
fear.
‘Maybe I?’ Don barked as he brought out his gun
and pointed it at Felix. ‘Now, tell me where and
who you took it to’
‘I swear, I don’t know anything about this.
Believe me, I did everything according to the
plan and made sure no one was aware’ Felix
answered, shaking terribly at the sight of the
gun.
‘Okay, stand up and get out of this place’ Don
lowered his gun.
‘Ehn?’ Felix eyes widened in shock, not believing
that Don would allows him go.
‘I said get out before I change my mind’
‘Thank you Don’ Felix picked up his shoes and
stood up from his kneeling position. He
straightened up his shirt and headed for the
door immediately, he was about to open the
lock, bullet went in through his head.

To be ccontinued..

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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...,

Action Thriller: TARASHA Season1 Episode1

The breeze blew gently on her skin through the opened window as she peeped outside. The moon lit the earth brightly, working with the well lighted streets to reveal every road and blocks on the streets. Tarasha looked up at the
shining stars, they seemed to communicate something to her which she didn’t understand. She turned back into the room and glanced at the wall clock which was her only companion in
the large bedroom as the tick tock sound it
made was the only sound that could be heard in the house.

She closed the window and walked to her
planning table; she switched on the laptop and waited patiently for it to finish booting before she clicked on a folder icon on the desktop. The folder opened, revealing a Microsoft word document which she opened and began to scan through.
She stood up a minute later, obviously satisfied with the details gotten from the document. She glanced at the wall clock again; it was fifteen minutes past 1am already.

According to the information she was given to work with, the Nanl gang would move the targeted van by 3am. She walked to the drawer and bent as she
pulled it out, she didn’t think she would require a lot of instruments for this job as she was only required to pick up a carton from a van that wasn’t heavily secured. She picked out her favourite tool, a Walther PPK which she fondly referred to as “baby”, she inserted it into the pocket in her jacket with a silencer and closed
the drawer.

She picked up a small black piece
elastic material from the table and stuck it into her back pocket as she walked out of the house. In no time, she drove out of the compound and hit the main road. The road was very free as it used to be at midnight, so she got to her destination in less than ninety minutes. She parked her car at a reasonable distance from the house which was located at a T-section part of the road, in a very dark corner
on the street where she was able to get a clear view of the warehouse.

Not too long after, she could hear the sound of a vehicle engine being started, she glanced at her wristwatch, it was 2.58am. She quietly came out of the car
through the other side and hid in the darkness, looking around to be sure no one was watching her. She sat on the car bonnet, pulled out the mask from her back pocket and wore it, the mask covered only part of her face having holes that allowed her see and talk freely.

She also picked some black hand gloves from the car and put them on. At exactly 3 o’clock, the screeching sound of the opening gate was heard. Tarasha changed
her position and bent down by the side of the car as the opened gate now revealed a vehicle whose front lights shone brightly, illuminating the compound. She watched as the van was driven outside the
compound and the gate closed. She noticed that his two men seated in the van, one of them spoke as they got close to her car.

She couldn’t make out what was been said but she knew they were talking about her car as the driver looked towards her direction. After they drove a little bit far past her, she got into the car and waited for them to make a turn at the junction before she started the car engine and pursued after them. ‘Look, isn’t that the car we saw parked a by the road side now?’ The driver of the van asked after spotting the car racing after them through the side mirror. ‘Yes’ one of his companion answered him, “looks like a Lady is the driver”

‘A lady? What does she want at this time of the day?’ The driver was amazed, he made space for her car to pass beside the van. ‘I’ve got something of mine in your van’ Tarasha shouted as she already levelled up with them. “Park your van and let’s talk” ‘Are you crazy wo…’ The driver couldn’t complete his question as one of the van tyres deflated at that moment. He struggled with the steering wheel but was able to avoid an accident since the van was on a low speed. ‘What happened?’ The other guy asked the driver. ‘I don’t know’ he replied as he opened the door
and came out of the vehicle. Tarasha’s frontbcar light shone brightly into his eyes.

He was vexed and he approached the car in anger where it was parked behind them, the car light was turned off as he got closer. The Lady came out and faced the opposite side, waiting for him. ‘What on earth do you…’ A blow landed on his
face he staggered backwards, almost falling.bHe charged towards her but she dodged hisbattack and sent him another blow on hisbstomach. Tarasha held his head before hebrecovered and hit his head on the car bonnet which sent him sprawling on the floor with a
loud cry.

The other man in the car was already rushing towards her with a iron rod but she bent down making him miss his target and almost falling down. Before he could make another attempt, she sent his legs off the ground with a sliding kick that made him hit his head on the floor, after which she hit his head his head with the butt of her gun, knocking him out.

TO BE CONTINUED..

Corper Ifedolapo Oladepo Did Not Die In Kano Camp

National Youth Service Corp (NYSC) has, on Friday cleared air over the controversial death of a First Class graduate of Transport Management, Ifedolapo Oladepo from Ladoke Akintola University of Technology, Osogbo at its orientation camp in Kano State.

Recall that: Corper Ifedolapo Dies In Kano Camp - NYSC

In an exclusive chat with Vanguard , the KANO Coordinator of NYSC, Abdullahi Baba said that the late Coper died in a Government hospital.

“The truth of the matter was that the Coper did not died at the camp, she died in the hospital. She was sick, treated at the camp clinic, and when she was not responding, she was taken to second facility hospital at Gwarzo General hospital “.

Recall that: Burial Pictures Of Ifedolapo Oladepo - NYSC Female Member 

Speaking further, the state Coordinator “I have reported the matter to my Head office, she was handled by our doctors in the camp before she was transferred to Government hospital.”

He distanced the Camp management from the Coper’s death stressing that “we have nothing to do with her death, the records and the file are there, the Doctors that treated her at the camp are there likewise those that treated her in her at the Government hospital”.

The Coordinator declared that “anything outside this account is falsehood and people are free to hold opinion whether positive or negative but the beautiful things are that the records there for anyone to access “.

Abdullahi Baba who ruled out negligence on the part of NYSC management said “her case was handled by professional and I believe they know better.

See What This Pretty NYSC Lady Was Caught Doing With A Cucumber

Sent in by a reader: I met this girl during my NYSC service..She is cool, calm and reserved. She is always indoor and act gently.

With lots of stress and persuasion, we dated, although she was a hard nut to crack. She even agreed to date me reluctantly. Her body language is always discouraging. But I still tagged along.

We both served in the same northern town. She stayed in a church residence throughout her service year. Her lodge was very close to mine.

I went to her lodge on this faithful Saturday evening, I heard some plates rumbling in the kitchen which suggest she was busy in the kitchen. So I just went directly to her room, I didnt knock as I thought she was the one in the kitchen (She actually shared the same kitchen with some guys on her apartment wing).

Truth be told, these guys dont cook. I hardly see any of them in that kitchen. Its milady I always see there. So i assumed she was cooking. So I went straight into her room to drop my laptop bag. Lo and Behold, she was in the room staring at her phone.

She was watching a por.n movie on her phone, while also inserting a very huge cucumber into her private pa.rt. She quickly rushed up and covered up. She felt embarrassed and uneasy. I pretended as if nothing happened. I tried to make her comfortable.

I later brought up the issue and asked why she denied me se.x but preferred to use a very Huge cucumber to mast.urbate. She opened up and told me that she enjoys it more than se.x. then she showed me her other se.x objects I was surprised to see all her se.x objects. She really invested in se.x objects.

She finally allowed me do the (Close your eyes). Everything changed since then, she still prefers to augment se.x with sex objects. We had heated arguments on it and she told me point blank “I can’t do without mastur.bation and se.x objects”.

I told her “But this is a problem you need to go for senxual counseling or rehabilitation” She said “thats why she never wanted to date any guy.” I asked, how she is gonna cope with her husband, what if the husband doesn’t have a taste for se.x objects. She said “Its either I remain single I find a man that will take me as I am”.

Well, it was just NYSC, and was just for 1 year after which I don’t know you again. Its really not any of my problem. I started playing along. But throughout my encounter with her. I noticed the following:

1. She is always tired when home alone. She will just mast.urbates. I tried to ensure she is not home alone. But any opportunity she gets, she is doing her thing.

2. Anytime I make a move, she is not always in the mood.

3. Always glued to her phone

4. her phone browser history was always pointing to po.rn site.

5. When home alone, always Unclad (not with her pa.nts and under below always wet).

Finally, I concluded she was Possessed.

Fake Amstel Malta enters the market

Its a known fact that Amstel Malta is one of the well known and leading drink in Nigeria and some part of the world and of course is consumed in high quantity. What happens when a fake replica of the said drink is being made, passed round and sold to the unknowing masses... awareness is created!! 

Luckily this fake Amstel can be recognized when seen.. The NIS Mark in the fake one is smaller and doesn't look anytin like the normal Nigerian mark of quantity, this and others as shown in the picture below can help us avoid taking in what can hard and possibly kill us.

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P.S- Always check for the NAFDAC reg. no on anything consumable you buy.

Burial Pictures Of Ifedolapo Oladepo - NYSC Female Member

    

The remains of Ifedolapo Oladepo, the corps member who died in NYSC camp, Kano was today interred in Osogbo at her family’s residence.

Recall that: Corper Ifedolapo Dies In Kano Camp - NYSC 

Many were not able to hide their feelings as the first class graduate of Transport management from the Ladoke Akintola university of Technology, ogbomoso began her final journey.

She died on Tuesday at the NYSC orientation camp in Kano state.

Photos: Meet the young beautiful & sexy female soldier everyone is talking about at the Lagos NYSC camp

This pretty and sexy female soldier is the rave of the moment online due to obvious reasons.

The jovial and gallant officer identified as Queen is what most corps members would want as their instructor at their orientation camps.

The hot soldier has already been mobbed by the new batch of corpers at the NYSC camp in Lagos - who were delighted to take pictures with her… 

See some of her pictures below:

   

I must confess, she follow for promo