Zara crouched by the HQ's perimeter wall, her team spread out behind her. The security feed showed a routine patrol – two guards, 30-second window.
She nodded. Her crew disabled cameras and alarms. Zara scaled the wall, landing soft. They moved in sync, reaching Okonkwo's office undetected.
The file was on his desk, encrypted. Zara cracked it fast – tech skills on point. Data spilled onto her screen: Okonkwo's dealings, bribes, blackmail.
But a voice stopped her cold. "Leaving so soon?" Okonkwo stepped in, flanked by guards.
Zara smiled. "You shouldn't've kept secrets." She uploaded the file to a secure server, evidence going public.
Okonkwo lunged. Zara dodged, her crew closing in. A fight, then chaos. Okonkwo's phone rang – police on the line. "Arrested."
Zara escaped into Lagos' night, phone buzzing. A message from an unknown number: "Aisha's memories are yours. – The Market"
Aisha's smile filled Zara's mind. Done.