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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 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
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Chapter One: The Box
Location – Ijebu Remo:- The sun was barely up when the knock came. Three short, sharp taps, precise. Not local. Not familiar. Ogun wiped his hands on a rag, eyes narrowing. He’d been up since five, rewiring a junction box that had sparked out in the compound behind his workshop. Makx hadn’t moved until the Continue reading
The Lagos Directive 