part of the liquid which poured on her lab coat.

She had been in the lab all night, spending

hours to set up the lab which she couldn't

complete as she was only able to set up the

equipments she needed urgently. The rest of

the time was used in manufacturing some of the

important tools for her job.

She got up from the seat, holding a syringe in

the right hand, she drew in part of the warm

mixture from the test tube and injected into a

small needlelike metal with a opening only wide

enough for the syringe to go through.

She repeated the process several times; each

draw by syringe filled ten of the metals. After

filling about two hundred, she arranged the

metals neatly into two rubber packs which

could easily fit into her back pocket. It took her

about two hours to complete the process of

filling the pins.

Benryl was the name of the mixture she

prepared, a drug in the Benzodiazepines cla.s.s.

The manufacture of Benryl began two years

back, a result of a research and experiment

carried out by her a.s.sa.s.sin group in Russia. The

drug was made to induce sleep and erase the

victim's immediate past memories of two hours.

She placed the rubber pack on a shelve which

she had kept the previously prepared

substances.

Her wrist.w.a.tch beeped, she looked at the

screen as it streamed live the recording from

the camera she installed in the compound of

the house Chief Gab prepared for her. The time

was 7am and some of Chief's men were in the

compound, obviously sent by Chief to check on

her since she hadn't spoken to him since the

last night and she was expected to move in that

morning.

She took off the lab gloves and the lab mask

she wore to avoid inhaling the dangerous

gaseous substance and walked out to the sitting

room. She picked up her phone as she sat on

the sofa and dialed Chief Gab's phone number.

'h.e.l.lo Tarasha, I was about to call you. Where

are you?' the call was answered with no delay.

'Yes Chief, I knew you would call me' Tarasha

replied with a smirk on her face. 'Why did you

send men to the house this morning'

'I couldn't reach you all through last night to

inform you about the house but… '

'I was there last night, I already picked up

everything I needed from the house. Thank you

for providing the laboratory equipment I

requested for'

'Are you the one that tied up your men? And

where are you?' Chief asked with a note of

frustration in his voice.

'What men are you talking about? I didn't see

any of them except the lady cook which I took

along with me' She replied back

'The guys I provided to work with you were

found there this morning tied back to back on

two chairs with their eyes blindfolded' Chief

explained. 'They said a lady tired them up'

'Chief' Tarasha spoke after giving a long wicked

laugh. 'I don't believe you brought those guys to

work with me, I took both of them down in just

two minutes'

'What? Those guys are one of the best around

town, they're members of the most notorious

gang in the country'

'Best? You must kidding me and they couldn't

even lay a finger on me while I handled them'

'See Tarasha, they are not as trained as you, It

took us a lot to bring them for you and they're

very good if you would only learn how to use

them'

'No problem Chief, but I don't want those ones

anymore. Bring two other better guys there

today, I'll work with them without testing them'

she concluded and made an attempt to end the

call.

'So when are you coming to the house?' Chief

asked.

Tarasha paused for a while for she replied, 'I

can't stay in that house Chief, it's not safe for

me. I can only use it as an office for meeting

with you or doing some other things'

'But what about everything I arranged there?'

'I took all I needed already, just leave the house

as it is, I'll make use of it whenever it's needed.

Let the two new guys wait there for me this

afternoon; any other uninvited person I find

there would lose his life' She answered back,

issuing a serious warning.

'Am I free to be there?' Chief questioned

'Only stay there if you're one of the two men

that'll be working with me' she ended the

conversation without giving him a chance to

reply.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

**11.15am

Tarasha admired the beauty of the reception

walls as she sat with another visitor on the

sofa, waiting patiently for Dr Hammed. She

adjusted the red tie which covered the ID hung

around her neck and straightened up her s.h.i.+rt

properly.

Dr Hammed came walking by few minutes later,

he walked alongside with two other men. They

stopped close to the entrance door and

concluded their discussion and the men made

their way out of the building. Dr Hammed turned

and began to walk back when he heard his

name. He turned back to see Tarasha walking

towards him.

'Hey …' He greeted as he saw, he narrowed his

gaze trying to recall her name.

'Samantha Osman sir' Tarasha quickly helped

him.

'Oh! Samantha, I didn't know that you were here

already'

'I am sir' she replied pleasantly. 'I've been here

about forty minutes ago'

'I see, sorry I kept you waiting' He apologized.

'No problem sir' she replied, bending her knee

slightly as a sign of respect.

'Okay, come with me' he said and led her

through a wide corridor.

They walked past several labs before they got

to his office which was located close to end of

the block. He opened the door and allowed her

in before he followed.

'Welcome to my office' he said, directing her to

the visitor's seat as he walked past the table to

his seat.

'Thank you sir' she answered, looking around the

office like someone who was admiring the look.

She turned to the man and concentrated her

gaze on him.

'Okay, let me see what you have for me' Dr

Hammed said without looking up at her, as he

tapped some keys on his computer keyboard.

'Here sir' Tarasha brought out a hard cover

notebook and placed it on the table.

'Just a minute' he said, taking a glance at the

notebook, he returned his focus to his

computer.

'Okay sir'

'I'm just trying to settle the welfare issues for

our guests at the conference' he explained,

smiling at her. 'The two non African speakers

would stay at the governor's house, so I have to

make plans for our African invitees'

'Oh good' Tarasha smiled back. 'What about our

minister here? I heard he's part of the speakers'

'Yes, he is. He'll be staying in his Lagos house

when he comes over' he answered her question

and picked up the book as he waited for the

computer to process a command. 'So what do

we have here?'

'It's a research on cancer and how it can be

permanently cured ' Tarasha explained.

He dropped the book just after opening the

cover page only and went back to his computer.

He held the mouse and clicked another set of

instructions before he picked the book again.

'Permanent cancer cure?' He commented as he

opened the cover page again.

'Yes sir, through our local herbs' she watched

as he dropped the book once again and returned

to his job on the system.

'I'm sorry, I just have to resolve somethings' the

Doctor pleaded with Tarasha who just smiled at

him.

'Is it all about the conference?'

'Yes, I wouldn't have had time to…' He couldn't

complete his statement, a Benryl pin was

already used to inject the liquid into the hand

placed on the mouse. His head fell back with

his body into his seat as he slept off.

Tarasha got up quickly for his seat, she brought

out a mobile device from her bag and used to

confirm if there was any camera hidden from

her view in the office. The test indicated

negative, there no camera in the room and also

no hole through which the happenings in the

office can be viewed.

She moved the man's seat away from the

computer and began to work on it, copying

some of the files to her flash drive. After about

fifteen minute of searching through the rest of

the computer files, she was satisfied with the

information gotten. She dragged the man closer

to the table and placed his head on his hand

beside the computer's desktop.

She got out of the building casually, making

sure that she didn't raise suspicion from any

one. She got a cab outside the gate and headed

for her office; the house Chief prepared for her.