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Act VI – Crosshairs
Raffia Palm Depot Engines rolled in, low and rough. The depot’s roof rattled under the torque. Headlights knifed through the front gate, blades of light slipping through metal gaps. Ogun felt the net tightening. Makx’s growl rumbled first, a quiet warning in her chest. Then it flattened out as she steadied. Her eyes burned in Continue reading
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Act V — Quiet Storm
Sandton, South Africa. 4 weeks after Prime Meridian Advisory siege “It’s time,” Chief Okagbue said as the Obsidian Circle settled. “We push beyond our borders, and expand our power.” The room held its breath. Madam Adaeze Nworie, the Matriarch, let her bracelets settle without a whisper. Kasali Okunola, the Broker, stilled his pen. Dr. Lindiwe Continue reading
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Act IV – Playback
Port Harcourt – 08:40 The operations room reeked of dust and scorched wiring. On a crooked stack of monitors, a faceless shadow slipped through Prime Meridian’s corridors, always sidestepping a clean angle. Ikenga stood silent, arms folded, eyes tracking the intruder’s rhythm like a sniper reading wind, calculating intent. “Roll am back ten seconds.” The Continue reading
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Act III – Convergence
Port Harcourt – 20:00 Hours The night air pressed heavy as Ogun crouched behind a closed POS kiosk, eyes fixed on Prime Meridian Advisory. Officially a consulting firm. In truth, Etim’s secret clearinghouse for the Obsidian Circle’s affairs. For six nights, Ogun watched, patient, methodical. He tracked routines, shadowed blind spots, and logged every shift Continue reading
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Chapter Nine: Showdown
Ipao, Ekiti – Dusk The sky burned crimson, the dying sun casting long shadows as Ogun knelt beside Makx, rifle braced and steady. Below, Falaye’s men prowled restlessly like predators circling the isolated farm compound. Makx growled softly, fur bristling, muscles poised. “It ends tonight,” Ogun murmured. ⸻ Approach They moved fluidly through thick foliage, Continue reading
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Chapter Eight: Endgame
Unknown Location – Holding Chamber Hadji hung shackled upright, wrists raw and bleeding, toes scraping concrete, breaths ragged. Blood crusted down his temple, blurring one eye. Ekun paced deliberately, sleeves rolled up, predatory calm radiating menace. “Your tolerance for pain is remarkable, Hadji,” Ekun said softly. Hadji forced himself into icy calmness, recalling years of Continue reading
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Chapter Six: Reckoning
Unknown Black-Site The cell reeked of rust, excrement, and slow death. Hadji slumped forward, wrists torn raw against the chains, breath shallow, cracked ribs creaking with each inhale. Blood dried against his jaw like paint. Every sound was pain. The steel door groaned open. Two figures stepped in. First came Ekun, alive, breathing, smirking like Continue reading
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Chapter Three: Buried
Ogun didn’t wait. He recognised them instantly. The two guys playing draughts beside the P.O.S stand. Faces now covered, but their clothing and build remained the same. Two shadows. Two flanking angles. One breath. He stepped sideways and dropped into a ‘Sul position’ just as the first assailant burst through the side door. Tactical grip, Continue reading
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Chapter Two: Activated
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 Continue reading
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Chapter One: The Box
Location – Ijebu Remo:- The sun was barely up when the knock came. Three short, sharp taps, precise. Not local. Not familiar. Ogun wiped his hands on a rag, eyes narrowing. He’d been up since five, rewiring a junction box that had sparked out in the compound behind his workshop. Makx hadn’t moved until the Continue reading
The Lagos Directive 