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Act IX — Dead Ground
Ikenga’s heart kicked once against his ribs. Then he moved. The carbine came up fast and flat. He sent a short, disciplined burst into the broken concrete lip. One round tore through Sanusi’s left shoulder and knocked him off the wall into the channel below. Makx launched forward with a savage bark. Ogun fired in… Continue reading
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Act VIII — Noose
Eight hours after the depot, the place still smelled of diesel, dust and blood. The sun was already up, hard and yellow. Heat pressed down relentlessly on the corrugated roof. Ikenga stepped out of the lead Hilux and stood in silence. The bodies of his men had been laid side by side near the loading… Continue reading
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Act VII — Reprisal
Ikenga stood in a dark office. Three screens were lit. On one screen, he was watching a drone sweep of the raffia yard aftermath. A dashcam feed on another, stuttering through dust and headlights. On the third, there were clipped bodycam fragments. These were from Bravo team who never made it out. There were jerking… Continue reading
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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 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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Act II – Rupture
Back in Epe, Ogun returned to the stillness of his beach-side refuge. The salty breeze carried the illusion of peace, but the folder in his duffle-bag was a storm waiting to break. It had been 36 hours since the airstrip in Ilorin. Sanusi had slid that dossier across to him and then walked away. Ogun… 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 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 