The team exchanged looks, the exhaustion starting to hit. "Grab a late dinner," Aisha said, grinning. "We earned it."
Kwame nodded. "Azura's, in Lekki. Best jollof in town."
The team piled into a couple of cars, the night's silence a welcome respite. Azura's was buzzing, but they got a table, orders placed – jollof, suya, and cold beers.
The food arrived, and they dug in, the taste of victory sweet. Amara finally relaxed, a smile creeping in.
Aisha raised her beer. "To us. And stopping Adama."
The team echoed the toast, laughter and claps all around.
As they ate, Adama's words lingered – "Naija's broken, I wanted it to rebuild." Amara's expression turned thoughtful.
Kwame noticed. "You okay?"
Amara's gaze drifted. "Just wondering... did we fix it, or just patch it?"
The team's smiles faltered, a valid question.