Chapter 13: Striking Back
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Chapter 13: Striking Back
Lola sat on a concrete block in a dimly lit abandoned warehouse in Ebute Metta, wrapping a torn piece of cloth around her bleeding shoulder. The air smelled of rust and salt from the nearby lagoon.
Ugo paced in front of her, his face tight with frustration.
"They found us in a day, Lola. A damn day!" He exhaled sharply. "We’re not safe anywhere."
Lola nodded, flexing her sore fingers. "Which is why we stop hiding."
Ugo frowned. "What does that mean?"
Lola stood, her voice steady.
"It means we hit them first."
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The Plan
Lola pulled out her phone and swiped through the files they had leaked.
The first wave had caused noise, but not enough damage. Black Shield had too many connections—too much control over the narrative.
But she wasn’t after noise anymore.
She was after blood.
"Odukoya moves like a ghost," she said. "He stays clean on paper. But he’s got men. And those men aren’t untouchable."
She tapped the screen, pulling up a picture of a man in sunglasses and a dark suit.
"Meet Felix Idowu," she said. "Odukoya’s right-hand man. Handles all his dirty work—money laundering, assassinations, political bribes."
Ugo leaned in. "He’s the one who sent those men after us, isn’t he?"
Lola nodded. "And if we take him out of the picture, Odukoya loses his strongest piece on the board."
Ugo swallowed. "Take him out, as in… kill him?"
Lola’s silence was answer enough.
Ugo ran a hand over his face. "Damn."
"We don’t have a choice," Lola said, her voice colder than she felt. "We either strike first, or we die."
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Setting the Trap
Felix Idowu wasn’t an easy man to reach. He never used the same route twice. Never took meetings in public.
But he had one weakness.
Greed.
Lola knew a corrupt customs officer who had once worked with Felix on smuggling operations. If they could stage a deal, they could lure Felix out.
"A fake arms shipment," Lola explained. "One he can’t resist."
Ugo nodded slowly. "And when he shows up?"
Lola checked her gun. "We finish this."
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The Meeting
The plan was set.
Felix’s men agreed to meet at an abandoned dock in Apapa at midnight.
Lola and Ugo got there an hour early, setting up in the shadows. Silencers on. Escape routes planned.
At exactly 12:05 AM, a convoy of black SUVs pulled in.
Felix stepped out, dressed in an expensive suit, his expression impatient.
"Where’s my shipment?" he demanded.
Lola watched from her vantage point, finger resting on the trigger.
This was it.
No more running.
No more hiding.
She steadied her breath, locked her sights on Felix—
And fired.
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