underworld
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Chapter Six: Reckoning
Unknown Black-Site The cell reeked of rust, excrement, and slow death. Hadji slumped forward, wrists torn raw against the chains, breath shallow, cracked ribs creaking with each inhale. Blood dried against his jaw like paint. Every sound was pain. The steel door groaned open. Two figures stepped in. First came Ekun, alive, breathing, smirking like 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 Four: Checkpoint
Makx howled three times, a crisp alert cutting through the darkness. Her signal. Three tangos in breach formation. Ogun snapped into action, killed all light sources, and slipped into a ‘high ready’ tactical position. Muscle memory took over. He covered both ears, closed his eyes, and stilled his breath. BOOM!!! The flash-bang detonated, white-hot light Continue reading
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Chapter Three: Buried
Ogun didn’t wait. He recognised them instantly. The two guys playing draughts beside the P.O.S stand. Faces now covered, but their clothing and build remained the same. Two shadows. Two flanking angles. One breath. He stepped sideways and dropped into a ‘Sul position’ just as the first assailant burst through the side door. Tactical grip, Continue reading
The Lagos Directive 