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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 V — Quiet Storm
Sandton, South Africa. 4 weeks after Prime Meridian Advisory siege “It’s time,” Chief Okagbue said as the Obsidian Circle settled. “We push beyond our borders, and expand our power.” The room held its breath. Madam Adaeze Nworie, the Matriarch, let her bracelets settle without a whisper. Kasali Okunola, the Broker, stilled his pen. Dr. Lindiwe Continue reading
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Act IV – Playback
Port Harcourt – 08:40 The operations room reeked of dust and scorched wiring. On a crooked stack of monitors, a faceless shadow slipped through Prime Meridian’s corridors, always sidestepping a clean angle. Ikenga stood silent, arms folded, eyes tracking the intruder’s rhythm like a sniper reading wind, calculating intent. “Roll am back ten seconds.” The 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
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Chapter Ten: Echo Niner
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
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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 Eight: Endgame
Unknown Location – Holding Chamber Hadji hung shackled upright, wrists raw and bleeding, toes scraping concrete, breaths ragged. Blood crusted down his temple, blurring one eye. Ekun paced deliberately, sleeves rolled up, predatory calm radiating menace. “Your tolerance for pain is remarkable, Hadji,” Ekun said softly. Hadji forced himself into icy calmness, recalling years of 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
The Lagos Directive 