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46: the last stand
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Jamal’s heart pounded as he stared down Segun, the man who had been a phantom in his nightmares and a relentless force working against him. Now, here he was—standing a few feet away, armed to the teeth, his men encircling Jamal and his team like predators closing in on prey.

The underground parking garage was eerily silent, save for the distant hum of a car engine and the occasional drip of water from the cracked ceiling pipes. The tension was suffocating. One wrong move, and they were dead.

Segun took slow, deliberate steps forward, his boots echoing against the concrete. He smirked, tilting his head as if amused by the defiance in Jamal’s stance.

“You’ve been a real headache for The Broker, you know that?” Segun said, his voice laced with amusement. “You actually impressed him. But that won’t save you.”

Jamal’s grip on his gun tightened. His team stood poised, waiting for his lead. Nadine’s finger hovered over the trigger, eyes sharp and calculating. Malik cracked his knuckles.
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