Harborview's Shadow

CHAPTER THREE: THE FIRST

Kai’s heart hammered as the black SUV glided silently through the Harborview night streets. The man in the passenger seat, tall, cold, and sharp-eyed didn’t speak, and the driver seemed like part of the car, moving silently, smoothly, with no sign of emotion. Kai had tried to speak, to ask questions, but his mouth refused to form words.

He realized fast that in this world, questions were dangerous.

The SUV finally stopped in a deserted  area on the outskirts of the city. Faint fog clung to the warehouses. Kai’s first instinct was to run, but instinct alone wouldn’t help him here.

The tall man opened the door. “Out.”

Kai’s legs trembled, but he stepped out. The cool night air hit his skin. His lungs burned with adrenaline. Kai realized he had never felt more alive and more vulnerable at the same time.

The man led him through a maze of warehouses until they reached a large building. Inside, the lights were low, shadows sharp. A single figure waited in the center of the floor, a woman.

Kai recognized her immediately: Tessa “Blade”, Jordan’s enforcer from the previous night. She didn’t smile, didn’t blink, just stared at Kai with an intensity that made him shrink slightly.

“You survived your first mission,” she said, voice calm but edged with steel. “Not many could do it without panicking.”

Kai tried to nod. “I… I did what I was told.”

She stepped closer, analyzing him like a predator sizing up prey. “Good. But doing what you’re told isn’t enough anymore. If you want to level up, if you want to survive, you have to think. Anticipate. And sometimes… you have to strike first.”

Kai’s stomach churned. Strike first? He had barely faced a couple of street thugs. This was a whole different level.

Blade motioned for him to follow. He obeyed, even though fear pulsed in his veins

They reached a steel door. Blade opened it with a key card and motioned him inside.

The room was massive, filled with monitors, computers, and several men and women who looked like professionals but carried a quiet menace. At the center of the room, a man sat behind a desk. He was older, tall, impeccably dressed, with eyes sharp enough to cut steel.

“You must be Kai Gibson,” the man said. His voice was smooth, authoritative. “I’m Mr. Martins.”

Kai swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”

Martins smiled faintly. “I’ve heard a lot about you already.”

Kai blinked. “You have?”

“You surprised Jordan Blake,” Martins said. “Not many would have handled their first assignment successfully. You have potential, but potential is worthless if it isn’t tempered with judgment. You’re about to face your first real test.”

Kai felt his stomach twist. “Test?”

“Yes,” Martins said. “This city is full of snakes. People who pretend to be friends, who smile at you while plotting your downfall. Your next assignment is… unconventional. You will meet someone who once betrayed you. Your job: turn the situation to your advantage. And make sure they feel the consequences of underestimating you.”

Kai’s mind raced. Betrayal. Consequences. Face-slapping. His pulse quickened.

Martins handed him a folder. Kai opened it carefully.

Inside was a photograph, a short dossier, and a note:

“Target: Derrick Lawson. Location: Nightfall Lounge, Harborview District.

Objective: Teach him a lesson and extract information about a mutual competitor.”

Kai froze. Derrick? The same kid who had mocked him, humiliated him, and broken him countless times on the streets?

Blade placed a hand on his shoulder. “This is your chance. Don’t fail. And remember: face-slapping isn’t about violence alone. It’s about showing them who you’ve become. Hit them where it hurts—socially, mentally, emotionally.”

Kai nodded. His chest tightened. The thought of facing Femi, seeing him cringe, made something warm rise inside him. This was the beginning of his true rise.

By the time Kai arrived at Nightfall Lounge, Harborview District, the streets were alive with neon lights and pounding music. Wealth, influence, and arrogance flowed through the air like perfume. He adjusted his jacket, straightened his posture, and let the adrenaline sharpen his senses.

He spotted Derrick  immediately. Laughing with two friends, waving cash around, pretending to be a king of the night. Kai took a deep breath. This was it—the first dangerous moment.

Kai approached slowly, confident now, feeling something inside him ignite: the surge of his new skills, the Resurgence trait activating.

“Derrick ,” Kai said smoothly, loud enough for Femi to hear.

Derrick's laughter faltered. He turned. His eyes widened. “Kai? W-what are you doing here?”

Kai smiled faintly. “Oh, just checking how the king is living these days.”

Derrick Lawson laughed nervously, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. “Ah… you still delivering bread or wetin?”

Kai shook his head. “Nope. I’ve moved on. But I thought it would be fun to remind someone I wasn’t always as weak as they thought.”

Derrick's friends tensed. One tried to step forward. Kai raised a hand. Adrenal Surge activated.

“Don’t,” Kai said calmly. His voice carried authority he had never had before.

He handed Femi a small envelope. Femi looked confused. Kai leaned closer.

“You see this?” he whispered. “This has information that could ruin someone you care about. And guess who’s holding it now?”

Femi paled. “You… what are you talking about?”

Kai straightened. “I’m talking about the boy you mocked, bullied, and humiliated. I’ve leveled up, Femi. And tonight… you just got slapped by reality.”

He stepped back. Derrick's hands shook as he took the envelope, realizing that his arrogance had crumbled.

Kai left the club with Blade’s nod already in his mind. This was more than revenge. It was proof that he could hold power, even over someone who once controlled him psychologically.

As Kai and Blade walked back to the SUV, her expression darkened.

“Kai,” she said slowly. “Something is off. Derrick wasn’t the only target tonight.”

“What do you mean?” Kai asked.

Blade looked at him sharply. “That envelope you handed him… it contained more than you think. Someone leaked information to a competitor inside Jordan’s network. And Femi wasn’t acting alone.”

Kai’s heart sank. “Who?”

Blade shook her head. “We don’t know yet. But whoever it is, they’re dangerous. And they’re closer to you than you realize.”

Kai felt a chill. This was bigger than he had imagine. 

Back in the SUV, Kai sat quietly, processing the night. His first face-slapping moment had been a success but it had also opened a web of betrayal he wasn’t ready for.

His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number:

“Good job tonight. But watch your back. Not everyone is who they seem. —Anonymous”

Kai stared at the screen.

Somewhere in the shadows of Nightfall Lounge, Harborview District, someone had just drawn a target on his back.

And now, his journey from weak to strong had officially begun—not just with power, but with enemies, deception, and danger lurking around every corner.

He clenched his fists.

“Let them come,” he whispered. “I’m ready.”