Back in Nairobi, Zarah and Ayodele reviewed the footage from the drone. It was damning—clear proof of illegal dumping, environmental destruction, and falsified shipping records. But something didn't sit right with Zarah.
"Where's Tunde?" she asked, pacing the room.
"He said he'd meet us later," Ayodele replied. "We should give him time."
Zarah wasn't convinced. She opened her laptop and began digging into Tunde's recent activities. What she found made her stomach drop.
"Tunde's been in contact with one of the corporation's regional directors," she said, showing Ayodele the email logs she had hacked into.
Ayodele's face darkened. "So he played us. He led us to the site, but what was his endgame?"
Before they could discuss further, Zarah's phone buzzed with a new message. It was from an unknown number.
**"You don't understand the game you're playing. Walk away while you still can."**
The message was accompanied by a photo of their team's headquarters—a clear threat.
"They know where we are," Zarah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ayodele stood, his expression resolute. "Then it's time to stop running and take the fight to them."
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