They decided to go in stealth, moving quietly through the shadows of Apapa's industrial streets. The abandoned warehouse loomed ahead, its walls tagged with faded graffiti. Amara, Kwame, Zara, Aisha, and Riyanah slipped inside, eyes adjusting to the dim light.
The air was thick with dust and tension. Kwame pointed to a door, partially hidden by crates. "That way."
They moved as a unit, senses on high alert. Behind the door, a narrow corridor led to a makeshift control room. Screens flickered with data, and a single figure sat with his back to them.
Aisha's phone buzzed, and she silenced it quickly. The figure didn't flinch.
Kwame stepped forward, voice low. "Turn around."
The figure slowly rotated. It was Echo, The Market's hacker.
His smile was unnerving. "Welcome, team. I've been expecting you."