The Lagos Directive

Ogun hadn’t set foot in Lagos in six years.

Not since he buried the last of his gear, burned his trail, and made Ijebu-Remo his retreat. But the note changed everything. 

He moved on instinct now. Grabbed his go bag. Slipped in a thread barrel baby eagle, a suppressor and his trusted K-bar. Makx remained sentry by the door, mission ready.

They left before midday.

The roads were tense, ‘go-slow’ almost everywhere. They changed danfos twice, with Makx on his lap the whole way. They rerouted through Oshodi, then slipped into Surulere just before nightfall.

They walked a mile toward the dot on the map. As they got closer, Ogun muttered, “Meh Ku!”

Makx disappeared. She went force recon.

The street was dimly lit and barely alive. Ahead, on his right sat two guys playing draughts by a P.O.S. stand. Next to them, a woman selling oranges, breastfeeding. On other side of the street, a man selling recharge cards, lay on a bench, lost in the glow of his phone. 

Ogun didn’t break stride.

The map led to a closed sawmill at the end of the street. Faded signage. Overgrown bush shrouds buried the fence. But the coordinates were exact.

He stepped inside through the broken back gate.

Dirt. Splinters. Sawdust hanging like old breath. Then he saw it, his old callsign faintly written on a dusty window. Spaced deliberately.

“O W T”

Which indicated a one way ticket. high stakes, possible no return mission.

He scanned the room. No tripwires. No recent prints. Then Makx returned, growling.

They weren’t alone.

Ogun checked the area under the dusty window. Found a rusted compressor, then Makx barked once. A small brown envelope. Inside: a thumb drive and a printed note.

“They’re active again. I can’t stop them. Only you can.”

No name. But those words echoed deep. Six years ago. SD9. The rogue asset. The op, compromised. The unit, ambushed. They were left for dead. Disavowed.

Except now, someone’s resurrected the past.

Makx growled, sensing the shift in the air.

Movement outside. Two shadows. No sound.

Ogun drew the baby eagle, chambered a round and stepped into the shadows.

OW-T activated, once again.