Jomiloju's POV
The air was thick with the scent of rain and gasoline, the city's pulse racing beneath our feet as we navigated the maze of Lagos' underbelly. The plan was clear — infiltrate Koleosho's operations, gather information, and strike when the time was right. But the reality was far more brutal.
Every shadow seemed alive with threats. Every sound, a whisper of betrayal.
I kept my eyes peeled, heart pounding in my chest. The weight of what we were about to do pressed down like a leaden shroud.
Steve walked beside me, his presence a solid wall of reassurance. Yet even he looked tense, eyes flicking to every alleyway, every darkened doorway.
"This isn't just about Koleosho anymore," he murmured. "It's about survival."
I nodded, gripping his arm tightly. "I'm ready."
Steve's POV
The city had changed — or maybe it was just me. The lines between right and wrong blurred until they were nothing but smears on a canvas soaked in blood.
This mission wasn't just about taking Koleosho down. It was about reclaiming control over the chaos he'd unleashed.
We moved in silence, blending into the night like ghosts.
Our target was a warehouse rumored to be a hub for weapons and intel — the nerve center of Koleosho's growing empire.
Inside the Warehouse
We slipped through the back entrance, shadows swallowing us whole. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of gunpowder.
Men milled around — armed, alert, dangerous.
Steve's hand tightened on my wrist. "Stay close. Eyes open."
I swallowed hard, heart racing, but nodded.
The Intel Hunt
We split up, weaving through crates and machinery.
I found a laptop — flickering with encrypted files.
Hands trembling, I began decoding.
Each folder revealed pieces of a terrible puzzle — hit lists, shipment routes, corrupt officials on Koleosho's payroll.
Steve's POV
I kept watch, senses sharp as knives. Every second felt like a razor's edge.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed.
A guard rounded the corner.
Instinct took over.
A swift strike. Silence.
Jomiloju's POV
I barely breathed.
The files were more damning than I expected.
Koleosho's reach went deep — into government, police, even my father's allies.
The stakes were higher than I'd imagined.
A Close Call
Suddenly, alarms blared.
Red lights bathed the warehouse in a hellish glow.
"Move!" Steve barked.
We darted through the maze, gunfire erupting around us.
The Escape
Bullets whizzed past.
I felt Steve's hand grasp mine tightly.
We burst through a side door into the night, lungs burning, hearts pounding.
Safehouse Return
Back at the safehouse, the adrenaline faded, replaced by cold dread.
The information we'd uncovered painted a bleak picture.
Steve's POV
We had enough to strike a serious blow, but Koleosho wasn't finished.
He was smarter, more dangerous.
And now, he knew we were coming.
Jomiloju's POV
I stared at the files again.
The names, the dates — the betrayal ran too deep.
Could we really take down a man with such power?
Steve's Promise
He pulled me close, voice low and fierce.
"We'll win this. Together."