The safe house was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the computers and the distant murmur of Lagos’ restless streets. Jamal stood in front of the map pinned to the wall, his fingers tracing invisible lines between locations—ports, clubs, hidden warehouses, and offshore accounts. The Broker’s web of influence was vast, but every web had a center. Every empire had a weak point. Malik, Khalil, and Nadine sat around the table, tension thick in the air. The Broker had made their move, forcing Jamal to choose between submission or destruction. But what they didn’t realize was that he never played by the rules of others—he made his own. “We need a plan,” Khalil finally said, breaking the silence. “We don’t just need a plan,” Jamal corrected. “We need a war strategy.” He turned to Malik. “What do we have so far?” Malik leaned forward, flipping open his laptop. “I’ve been pulling every bit of data we have on The Broker’s financials, but most of it is buried under layers of shell compan

Jamal sat in the dimly lit warehouse, his fingers drumming against the wooden crate. Tomorrow. That was when everything would come to a head. The Broker’s men, possibly even The Broker himself, would be at the docks for a shipment. It was their last chance to take him down. Malik paced nearby, his frustration barely contained. “This feels like a trap.” Khalil leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Of course it’s a trap. But it’s the only shot we’ve got.” Nadine, sitting on a crate opposite Jamal, exhaled sharply. “So what’s the move?” Jamal’s eyes flickered toward Chidi, still tied to a chair in the corner. The man had been silent for the past hour, his face twisted with defiance. “We use him,” Jamal said. Malik arched an eyebrow. “You’re thinking bait?” Jamal nodded. “The Broker’s people won’t let one of their top guys go missing without looking for him. We give them a reason to show up in force.” Nadine frowned. “That makes things even more dangerous for us.” Jamal’s jaw

Jamal sat at the wooden table, staring at the city map Khalil had spread out before them. Red circles marked key locations—warehouses, safe houses, and financial hubs controlled by The Broker’s network. They had spent weeks gathering intel, but now it was time to act. “We lost our element of surprise,” Malik muttered, nursing his wounded arm. “He knows we’re coming.” “Good,” Jamal said, his voice steel. “That means he’ll be watching. And while he’s looking in one direction, we’ll hit him from the other.” Nadine leaned forward. “So what’s the plan?” Jamal tapped one of the circles. “This warehouse in Apapa. It’s where they move their cash. If we burn it, we cripple his money flow.” Khalil smirked. “You planning to rob it?” Jamal shook his head. “No. We’re going to make a statement.” The Infiltration Dressed in dark clothes, the team approached the warehouse just after midnight. The air was thick with the scent of oil and salt from the nearby docks. A few guards patrolled the per

The SUV sped through the narrow streets of Lagos, weaving between late-night traffic and dodging the occasional pedestrian. The city was alive with its usual chaos—honking cars, vendors still pushing their wares, and the distant rhythm of Afrobeats blasting from roadside bars. But inside the car, there was only silence. Heavy. Calculated. Dangerous. Jamal gripped the wheel tighter, his mind a storm of thoughts. The Broker had made his move, sending Segun and his men to wipe them out. If they hadn’t acted fast, they’d be dead. That meant one thing—they were getting too close. Malik, rubbing the back of his head from the rough landing earlier, finally broke the silence. “Okay. That was insane. But tell me we’ve got a plan because we can’t keep running forever.” Jamal kept his eyes on the road. “We’re not running anymore.” Khalil leaned forward. “You mean...?” Jamal nodded. “It’s time to take the fight to The Broker.” Nadine exhaled sharply. “That’s bold.” “Yeah,” Malik muttered. “

The SUV tore through the streets of Lagos, weaving between late-night traffic as gunfire echoed in the distance. They had made it out—but just barely. Jamal sat in the back, gripping the hard drive like it was his lifeline. Beside him, Nadine reloaded her pistol, her hands steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins. Malik glanced at the rearview mirror. “We’ve got company.” A black SUV was tailing them, fast. Khalil cursed. “They’re not letting us go easy.” Jamal’s jaw clenched. “We lose them. Now.” Malik swerved into a side street, but the SUV followed. Then came the gunshots. Bullets shattered the rear windshield. Nadine ducked, swearing under her breath. Jamal grabbed his rifle. “Hold it steady.” Malik spun the wheel, sending them onto an empty bridge. Jamal leaned out of the window, aimed, and fired—one shot, two shots. Boom! The SUV skidded, then flipped over, crashing into the guardrail in a fiery explosion. Silence. Malik exhaled. “That was to