‘Make sure you try your best to stop her but try as much as possible to hurt other motorists and pedestrians,’ Dakolo added in a encouraging tone. He got a response from the officer before ending the call. He was still seated in the car at the driver’s side but they had driven into the compound of the NSCC and the car wasn’t in motion.
‘Let’s find out who that victim is,’ Dakolo said to the men with him in the car as he opened the door to his side. They followed his lead and all stepped onto the interlocked floor of the park.

Dakolo took the lead towards the security building and his men followed closely behind.
‘Good afternoon Agent Dakolo,’ one of the security men greeted as he approached them, a middle-aged man.

‘Good afternoon sir,’ Dakolo greeted back. He recognized the man as one who he had had a previous encounter with at the NSCC office. ‘We need to make an enquiry and get quick answers ,’ Agent Dakolo said, bringing out his device. ‘There’s this man who was kidnapped along this road today, we noticed he came out from this place.’ Dakolo added, busy with his device as he tried to display the screenshot.
The security man’s eyebrows gathered together, he didn’t reply yet but waited patiently for Dakolo to show him whatever it was on the device.

‘Here,’ Dakolo finally said, swiping up the gallery as the security man looked at the pictures.

‘This man?’ the security man frowned, placing a finger where Steve’s image was in the particular photo. ‘He arrived here very early in the morning, he spent some hours in the main building and left around noon time,’ he began to explain as Dakolo turned off his device’s screen and returned it to his pocket. ‘He was a private security agent, I personally checked his ID card and allowed him in but I think he did something inside because two security men had to escort him out of the building on orders of the chairman.’

‘The Chairman? That’s Mr Sylvester right?’ Dakolo put in.
‘Yes.’
‘Okay, I think I’ll just find out more from Mr Sylvester himself. Thank you,’ Dakolo said and offered the man a handshake.
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The roads became less jammed and the vehicles began to move faster. Even though it wasn’t up to the usual freedom, it was far better than it was some minutes before.
Rex turned on the screen of the device on his laps which had gone off. He zoomed the road map and observed the point which the tracked object was being located. A thick frown formed on his face. He reduced his speed and looked back through the rearview glass, he could see the road still covered with several vehicles behind him who were trying to chance each other and take advantage of the new speed at which they could be driven.
There was a new problem for him with what he saw on the map. But it wasn’t a big problem, it was only going to change some of the things in his plan. Tarasha had taken an easier road to his direction than the same place he had taken. The road wasn’t shorter, it was longer but she, being more used to the Abuja road than he was had been able to detect that there would be traffic on the route where Rex took. Now she was going to join the traffic somewhere at the front before the Mogadishu flyover where Rex was heading towards.

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The police officers were being careful in using their guns , Tarasha knew this and was taking advantage of it, and she was going take more advantage of it. Their bullets had once hit another vehicle behind and they stopped shooting since then. She reached for the device and turned on the screen again, she was very close to them – Rex and Henry. She only had a U-turn to make and then turn into a one-carriageway road which will lead her to the back of the Mogadishu area through which she’ll turn into the road leading to the flyover. According to her calculations, the vehicle she was tracking should have gotten to the flyover by the time she gets out to the road leading to it and they’ll only be about twenty metres apart. All that would happen if she experienced no delay.

As she approached the U-turn to the other carriageway, she began to hear the sounds of more police vehicles and she could tell that they were coming far behind from the carriageway she was about to turn into. The police vehicle following behind her was now more than fifteen metres behind which was due to their avoidance of colliding with other vehicles Tarasha set them up with.
She was sure they weren’t expecting her to make a turn and decided to use it as a trap to get them off her trail totally. She reduced the speed of the car to a very low extent as she moved to the slow lane preparing to turn, giving the police vehicle time to level up with her. Her car was five metres to the U-turn, there was a bus there in front of her turning but no car behind her or by her side made the signal of wanting to turn.

The police’s vehicle was about six metres behind hers now and she could hear the sound of the megaphone again. She noticed from the side mirror that the policemen on seeing her vehicle barely moving began to slow down also, then she looked towards the carriageway she was about to turn into, there was only a car forthcoming. She cocked her gun as she changed the gear and raced to the U-turn, swerving into the road sharply that the car almost lost it’s balance.


She didn’t loose her balance but the coming vehicle did instead. The driver pushed the brakes hard and swerved to avoid colliding with her car which was successful but then the police officers fell for her bait by following with a high speed to the U-turn which made them hit the rear of the vehicle on which brakes had been applied, scraping off the vehicle’s taillights carrier with it.

The door to the driver’s side of Tarasha’s car opened slightly while the car came to a quick halt, she raised out her body supporting herself as she rested her back with one hand against the backdoor and the other pointing the gun towards the police car which was trying to gain it’s balance. Her seatbelt was still around her body, providing her a firm support and holding her to the car.

She released several bullets to the police car, which pierced through and shattered the glasses, also entering into the bodies of the officers seated in. The police vehicle ran straight without control into the drainage, almost tumbling. She also released some shots to the tyres of the vehicle which had stopped after passing halfway the space for the U-turn.

She entered back into the car and closed the door, then she continued driving, leaving the road blocked; the car with the deflated tyres partly slanted at one side and the police vehicle which had hit it had the front tyres in the drainage and the back slightly lifted upwards with the tyres still rolling fast and the whole vehicle smoking. The space left between the motionless vehicles was only enough for a motorcycle to pass through. Both no cycler will dare it, seeing the cause of the occurrence.

She sped on crazily. She had lost another one minutes and thirty seconds and Rex’s vehicle would now be about forty two metres ahead of her when she turns into the road leading to the flyover, and that was if he didn’t increase or reduce his speed.