The alley narrowed, corrugated iron walls closing in. Kwame yanked Amara into a doorway. "Stay back."
Market agents charged. Kwame met them head-on, fists flying. Amara peeked, heart racing.
Aisha texted: "We got Riyanah. Where are you?"
Amara typed fast: "Kwame's covering. Get safe."
The sound of footsteps faded. Kwame pulled Amara out. "This way."
They sprinted, Lagos night blurring. Makoko's shanties gave way to Eko Atlantic's towers. Riyanah waited in a high-rise, tech team broadcasting The Market's secrets.
The news hit – Market leaders exposed, arrests underway.
Kwame pulled Amara close. "We did it."
Amara's phone buzzed. Aisha: "Party at Oba's tonight?"