Ochieng sat in the back of a custom-built Maybach, the reinforced titanium case resting beside him like an unspoken promise of chaos. The city outside blurred past in streaks of neon and rain, but inside the vehicle, the air was thick with tension.
Victoria, seated opposite him, sipped from a crystal glass of wine, her sharp eyes studying his every move. Rolex leaned back, his arms crossed, while Linet scrolled through an encrypted device, checking for any immediate threats.
"Fifteen trillion," Victoria murmured, swirling her drink. "The world now believes you're either a fool or the most dangerous man alive."
Ochieng smirked, resting his fingers on the case. "Both can be true."
Before anyone could respond, the Maybach's security system beeped—a soft but urgent warning. Linet's eyes snapped up. "We're being followed. Three vehicles, no plates, tinted windows."
"Expected," Ochieng said calmly, pressing a button on the armrest. "Let's see who's first to die tonight."
The rear window dimmed, revealing the pursuing vehicles—black SUVs, moving in perfect synchronization. Linet tapped on her device, analyzing their formation. "Professionals. Military-grade armor. At least ten men per car."
Rolex cracked his knuckles. "They really don't know who they're dealing with."
As the Maybach made a calculated turn into a side street, the SUVs accelerated, attempting to box them in. But the moment they did, a secondary vehicle—one they hadn't accounted for—screeched into position behind the convoy.
A sniper rifle round punched through the windshield of the lead SUV. The driver's head snapped back violently.
"What the—" Linet's eyes widened. "We've got another player in this game."
Ochieng leaned forward, watching as chaos unfolded. The mysterious sniper took out another vehicle's tires, sending it skidding into a lamppost. The third SUV attempted a desperate retreat, but before it could, a motorbike emerged from an alley—its rider clad in full black, wielding a katana.
In a single motion, the blade sliced cleanly through the SUV's front tire. The vehicle flipped violently, crashing onto its roof.
Silence followed. Smoke and fire filled the narrow street.
Victoria exhaled slowly. "I think we just met our guardian angel."
Ochieng's phone vibrated. He glanced at the message—an unknown number.
"You owe me one. But don't get comfortable. The real hunters haven't even arrived yet."
Ochieng smiled, a rare, amused expression crossing his face. "Interesting."
Rolex chuckled. "I love this game."
Ochieng placed a hand on the case. Whatever was inside, it had just become more valuable than any price ever paid.
And the world was about to find out why.