Lagos
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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 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 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 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
The Lagos Directive 