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Chapter fifteen — Shadows Rising

The victory over the political syndicate had brought Lagos a fragile calm. Streets buzzed with life, markets flourished, and power brokers whispered in corridors far above the city's grime. But Tunde knew better.

Shadows were never gone; they only moved.

From his vantage on a rooftop overlooking Victoria Island, Tunde scanned the city. The cowrie shell at his chest caught the first light of dawn, glinting like a promise and a warning.

"Something stirs," he muttered. Aisha, standing beside him, tightened her grip on his arm.

"I feel it too," she said, eyes narrowing. "There's a network rising again — something bigger, more organized."

Tunde nodded. Their intelligence had detected unusual movements: shipments of arms, encrypted communications linking wealthy businessmen to violent gangs, and whispers of political manipulation reaching beyond Lagos to Abuja.

"This isn't just revenge anymore," Tunde said. "It's war. And we are already in the first line of fire."

Tunde's investigations led him to a shocking revelation. The new enemy wasn't anonymous; it had roots tangled with his past.

An old associate of Sunkanmi, long thought neutralized, had risen in secret. He had allied with wealthy elites and violent gangs, forming a coalition aimed at reclaiming control over Lagos and punishing Tunde for his previous victories.

"The man behind this… he knew my father," Tunde whispered in disbelief as he examined documents recovered by Chinyere. "He's been waiting… watching. Everything I survived, everything I've built… it's all part of his design."

Aisha's hand rested on his shoulder, grounding him. "Then we make sure he doesn't win. Not this time."

The personal stakes made the mission darker. This enemy wasn't just powerful — he was intimate with Tunde's pain, his history, and his vulnerabilities.

Tunde and Aisha began orchestrating their counterstrike. Unlike the underground skirmishes of Lagos streets or the political manipulations of Part 2, this required a new level of strategy: multi-layered operations combining intelligence, infiltration, and brute force.

The plan was meticulous:

Gather Intelligence: Chinyere infiltrated political and business circles, leaking false narratives to flush out key operatives.

Financial Disruption: Tunde targeted illicit offshore accounts, cutting off resources fueling the coalition's rise.

Strategic Strikes: Coordinated attacks on warehouses and strongholds would neutralize their enforcers before the leadership could react.

Each move was high-risk. A single misstep could trigger chaos across Lagos.

During the first night of operations, Tunde moved like a shadow through the streets, blending with the darkness. Rain slicked alleys became his allies. Gunmen and enforcers patrolled, unaware that the boy who once survived fire and blood now commanded intelligence networks and tactical strikes with surgical precision.

Aisha coordinated from a secure location, monitoring communications and guiding Tunde in real time. Their partnership was unspoken, seamless, and electric. Every decision balanced the fine line between survival, morality, and strategy.

The city's underbelly and elite towers now became their chessboard. And the first moves of the game had begun — quiet, precise, deadly.

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