Ochieng walked through the city streets, his hands in his pockets, his mind sharp as a blade.
He had just walked out of the lion's den, but he knew…
This was only the beginning.
The men at that table weren't just powerful—they were ruthless.
They wouldn't let an outsider waltz in and take a seat without consequence.
They would strike.
Soon.
And when they did…
He had to be ready.
As he turned a corner, a sleek black motorcycle pulled up beside him.
The rider, dressed in full black with a tinted helmet, held out a small envelope.
No words. No gestures.
Just a silent command: Take it.
Ochieng took the envelope, his fingers barely brushing against the rider's gloved hand before—
VROOOOM!
The motorcycle sped off, vanishing into the traffic.
He opened the envelope.
Inside was a single piece of paper.
One word.
RUN.
Ochieng smirked.
"Let's see who runs first."
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That night, the storm finally came.
It started with the flickering streetlights outside his apartment.
Then, the subtle creak of a door that was supposed to be locked.
Ochieng didn't move from his spot.
Instead, he poured himself a drink, watching his reflection in the glass window.
The assassin stepped closer.
Silent. Calculated. Deadly.
A thin wire in his hands, ready to wrap around Ochieng's throat.
One step.
Two.
And then—
CRASH!
In a blur, Ochieng flipped the table, sending the drink and glass shards flying.
The assassin dodged—too slow.
Ochieng's fist connected with his ribs, a sickening crack echoing in the room.
The man gasped, stumbling backward.
Ochieng caught him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"Who sent you?"
Silence.
Ochieng's grip tightened.
"I'll only ask once."
The assassin chuckled—blood dripping from his lips.
"You're already dead," he rasped.
Then—
BANG!
A sniper bullet shattered the window.
Ochieng dodged at the last second, rolling behind the couch.
But the assassin wasn't so lucky.
The bullet tore through his skull.
Ochieng cursed.
They weren't just sending killers.
They were cleaning up their own mess.
This wasn't just a warning.
It was a declaration of war.
And Ochieng?
He was more than ready to fight back.
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