Midnight struck, and the city pulsed with quiet anticipation. From the rooftop of the high-rise, Ochieng had a clear view of the penthouse balcony. The invitation had been clear—come alone. But Ochieng was never truly alone.
Through the earpiece hidden beneath his collar, Victoria's voice came through. "Surveillance shows three men inside, one on the balcony. Armed. You sure you want to do this?"
Ochieng smirked. "You ask as if I have a choice."
Without another word, he stepped off the ledge of the adjacent building, gripping a secured cable that swung him onto the penthouse balcony. His boots landed softly, and before the guard could react, Ochieng was on him—one swift motion, a blade slicing through air, and the man collapsed in silence.
He slipped inside, moving like a shadow.
Inside, a single figure sat at the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey. The dim lighting cast shadows over his face, but Ochieng already knew who it was.
Brian.
The same Brian who had mocked him. The same Brian who had once laughed at his downfall.
Brian looked up, unfazed. "You're predictable."
Ochieng tilted his head. "Am I?"
Brian smirked. "You came alone."
A slow chuckle escaped Ochieng's lips. "That's where you're wrong."
The window shattered. A sniper round from Eugene's rifle took down one of Brian's hidden men before he could even draw his weapon. The room erupted in chaos.
Ochieng was already moving. In a blur of speed, he grabbed Brian by the collar, slamming him against the bar. "You're going to tell me everything."
Brian grinned, blood trailing from his lip. "Or what?"
Ochieng's knife pressed against his throat. "Or I'll make you regret ever speaking my name."
Brian's smirk faltered. "Alright… I'll talk."
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An hour later, Brian sat tied to a chair, his arrogance fading under the weight of Ochieng's gaze. Victoria, Tilda, and Rolex's former associates stood in the dimly lit room, waiting.
Brian exhaled sharply. "You think Rolex was the real enemy? You have no idea what you've stepped into, Ochieng."
Ochieng leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "Then enlighten me."
Brian chuckled, shaking his head. "There's a council. A hidden force that controls more than just money. They control governments, businesses, lives. Rolex was just one of their pawns."
Tilda's expression darkened. "And who are they?"
Brian hesitated. "You're already on their radar. If I tell you more, you'll be hunted."
Ochieng smirked. "Then they should have killed me when they had the chance."
Brian swallowed hard. "There's a man… he goes by The Architect. No one knows his real name, but he's the one pulling the strings. If you want the truth, find him."
Ochieng stood, cracking his knuckles. "Oh, I intend to."