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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 Seven: Shadows
Kaduna – Ruined Checkpoint Ogun studied the footage of Efe again, details imprinted into his memory like scars. Makx lay motionless, tongue flicking, sensing the tension thickening like fog. The man approached carefully, sitting only after Ogun gave a single, brief nod. “How did Hadji find her?” Ogun asked, voice a low growl. The man… Continue reading
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Chapter Four: Checkpoint
Makx howled three times, a crisp alert cutting through the darkness. Her signal. Three tangos in breach formation. Ogun snapped into action, killed all light sources, and slipped into a ‘high ready’ tactical position. Muscle memory took over. He covered both ears, closed his eyes, and stilled his breath. BOOM!!! The flash-bang detonated, white-hot light… 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
The Lagos Directive 