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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 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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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
The Lagos Directive 