Ipao, Ekiti – Dusk The compound fell eerily quiet, broken only by Makx’s laboured breathing. Ogun swiftly reloaded, adrenaline sharp in his veins, scanning shadows for another ambush. Shapes emerged cautiously from the treeline, formation tight, weapons raised methodically. SD9 insignias gleamed in the fading light. Ogun’s finger tightened instinctively on the trigger. Makx growled Continue reading