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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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The Obsidian Circle
Act 1: The Call Back Location: Epe, Lagos State – One Year After Ipao The morning tide rolled in slow and silent, the sun casting a molten shimmer across the lagoon. Ogun Wale-Thomas stood barefoot on the damp jetty, hands in his pockets, watching the sunrise filter through the mist. Behind him, the weathered beach Continue reading
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Chapter Five: Fracture
Lagos – Seven Years Ago It was a Saturday. Ogun was en-route to meet Efe for lunch. Something she’d insisted on after weeks of missed calls and rain-checked promises. Midway through traffic, his phone buzzed violently on the dashboard, an unknown number. “Engineer Ogun Wale-Thomas? This is LUTH Hospital. Are you the next of kin 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
The Lagos Directive 