Makx
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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 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
