Adekunle whispered, his voice dropping into a chillingly deep pitch that made Bello's liver fail instantly. "Look out your window."General Bello spun around frantically, rushing to his office window that overlooked the main military logistics avenue of the capital.Down on the asphalt road, a massive, endless line of twenty unbranded, forty-foot commercial shipping trailers was slowly rolling past the barracks checkpoints. They weren't moving like normal logistics trucks. Sledge's boys were sitting inside the driver cabins, and Kazeem's ten-millimeter ballistic steel plating was glinting fiercely under the sun, concealing a massive payload of automated heavy machinery and ammunition [INDEX].The Mainland army had officially arrived in the capital."The game don leave the Lagos trenches, General," Adekunle's voice cut through the static as the video call began to disconnect. "My father controls the tanks, my shipping empire controls the finance, and Sledge controls the streets [INDEX]. If you try to move a single rogue soldier against our house... we will turn this entire election corridor into your personal graveyard. Secure your flank, novice. The real war just started."
