A black envelope sat on the long mahogany table inside the private chamber of the Seven Titans. The room was silent, except for the sound of a clock ticking ominously in the background.
Six men and women, each exuding an aura of power, sat around the table. Their expressions ranged from anger to amusement, but one thing was certain—Ochieng's name was no longer a secret.
"He's making a move," growled Silas Creed, the brute of the group, known for his ruthlessness.
Across from him, Veronica DuPont, the queen of high society and underground dealings, smirked as she leaned back in her chair. "How bold. We've underestimated him."
The leader of the group, a man known only as Lucian, slowly picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a single note, written in precise, elegant handwriting.
"You moved first. Now it's my turn. Brace yourselves."
Lucian's sharp eyes darkened as he placed the note back onto the table. "He wants a war. Let's give him one."
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Meanwhile…
Ochieng stood on the rooftop of an old warehouse, the city stretching endlessly before him. Below, his people were already setting the next phase into motion.
Magdalene approached. "The message has been delivered. They're preparing to retaliate."
Ochieng smirked. "Good. Let them."
He turned to the figures standing behind him—Ronan, Khalid, Linet, Tielen, Jeff, and Wendy—his most trusted.
"This is where we turn the city upside down. No more hiding. No more waiting. We dominate."
A storm was brewing in the underworld, and Ochieng was ready to drown his enemies in it.
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