The Black Mamba Society
Prologue: The Last Job
📍 Location: Private Estate, Victoria Island, Lagos
🕛 Time: 2:37 AM
(The night was thick with silence. A soft ocean breeze swept through the luxurious estate, carrying the faint scent of salt and gunmetal. Beneath the silver moonlight, a shadow moved—silent, invisible, precise.)
(Nathan "Ghost" Akande crouched on the rooftop, his silenced pistol in hand. The mission was simple: eliminate Senator Dapo Martins and vanish. It was supposed to be his last job before disappearing for good. One final payday. One final kill. Then freedom.)
(Through his earpiece, a calm female voice crackled to life.)
🔊 "Ghost, confirm position."
(Viper. Adanna Ibe—the Society's top sniper and the only person he trusted in this world.)
Ghost: "I'm in position. Moving in."
🔊 "Make it clean. No witnesses."
(He smirked. As if there was any other way.)
(Ghost scaled down the balcony, bypassed the laser sensors, and slipped into the master bedroom. The air-conditioning hummed softly. On the bed, Senator Martins lay asleep—unaware that death was already in the room with him.)
(Ghost approached, aimed his silencer, and whispered.)
Ghost: "Goodnight, Senator."
💥 Pfft! (A single shot. No struggle. No sound. Just a lifeless body and the scent of burning gunpowder.)
Mission complete.
But then—something was wrong.
🔊 "Ghost, get out—NOW!" Viper's voice snapped in his ear.
(He turned—just in time to see the bedroom door burst open. Not guards. Assassins. Armed. Trained. Waiting for him.)
(The Black Mamba Society.)
Ghost: "Viper… it's a setup."
🔊 "I know. They set us both up!"
(Before he could react, bullets tore through the air. Ghost dived behind the senator's desk, returning fire. His silenced pistol barked twice—two enemies down. But more kept coming. He was outnumbered.)
(He flipped the mattress for cover, shot out the glass balcony door, and leaped into the darkness. He hit the ground hard, rolling, sprinting for the compound's fence.)
(Then—he stopped. Someone was waiting for him.)
🔥 Chief Donatus Okoye.
(The man who made him. The man who now wanted him dead.)
Chief Donatus: "Nathan… you should've known. No one retires from the Black Mamba Society."
(Red laser sights flickered across Ghost's chest. Snipers. Trapped. No way out.)
(Ghost clenched his jaw. If he was going down, he was taking them with him.)
Ghost: "Then I guess I'm taking you all to hell."
(A gunshot echoed in the night. The last thing Ghost saw was a flash of white—then darkness.)
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To Be Continued…