The gravity of what they were about to do weighed on them like an invisible force, yet James had no time for doubt. The Nigerian capital, Abuja, plodded along in the usual chaos, oblivious to the looming disaster. Each honk of a car, each passersby, each flickering streetlight could be a piece in the Syndicate’s elaborate game of deception.
They walked through the bustling streets, James, Sarah, and Lina, every step measured, every look shrewd. No official backing, no government support, they had. They were specters in a battle against an adversary that flourished in the dark.
Their initial target: Mohammed Idris, a corrupt official in the city’s security forces. Per Malik’s intel, Idris had been passing intel to the Syndicate, allowing their operatives to move through the region without
