Makx
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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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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
The Lagos Directive 