The moonlight cast a pale glow on the rooftop where Ochieng stood, his eyes scanning the city below. The events of the day had left a mark on him—a sense of urgency that he could not shake off. Gloria was already by his side, her gaze locked on the same distant horizon, yet their thoughts were worlds apart.
"We've made enemies tonight," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the sounds of the city. "But we've also made allies. The balance is shifting."
Ochieng nodded, though his mind was far from reassured. Every step they took seemed to pull them deeper into a web of intrigue, and the risks were growing. "No one is safe in this game, Gloria. Not even us."
Gloria's hand brushed against his, the touch brief but meaningful. "Maybe it's time we stop playing by their rules."
The night air was thick with the promise of change, but also danger. As they made their way down into the shadows of the city streets, they knew the next move would be theirs—but it would come at a cost.
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