The tweet hung in the air like a challenge. Amara's gaze locked with Kwame's, a silent understanding passing between them. "The Architect," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Riyanah frowned, scrolling through her phone. "I've got something." She showed them a cryptic message on her screen. "This was sent to me earlier. I thought it was just a troll."
Kwame's eyes narrowed. "What does it say?"
"'They'll never see the real storm coming,'" Riyanah read aloud. "And there's a location – an abandoned warehouse in Apapa."
Aisha's eyes sparkled. "Sounds like a trap."
Zara nodded. "But we need to check it out."
The group's eyes turned to Amara. She looked at Kwame, then back at the others. "Let's do it. We'll go in quiet, see what we find."
The music in the background faded as they began to plan their next move. The night was far from over.