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THE COORDINATED AMBUSH
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
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As the deafening sound of the first gunshot faded, Jibrin and his men immediately sprang into action.

They pulled out their guns, their movements were swift and precise. Their eyes scanned the area, trying to locate the source of the shot.

“Everyone, stay alert!” Jibrin barked, his voice was steady but firm. His men spread out slightly, crouching low and pointing their weapons toward the bushes and trees along the side of the road.

The tension in the air was suffocating, and no one dared make a careless move.

The men by the broken-down vehicle, now wide-eyed, also glanced around nervously, unsure of what to expect. But then—BANG!

Another gunshot rang out, sharper and louder than the first. This time, there was no mistaking the target. Jibrin’s head snapped back as the bullet pierced his skull, and he collapsed to the ground in a lifeless heap.

“Jibrin!” one of his men shouted in horror, but it was too late. Blood pooled beneath Jibrin’s body, staining the dusty road.

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    The silence after the slaughter was unbearable.The banquet hall stank of gunpowder and blood. Bodies sprawled across the marble floor, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing. The candles on the long table flickered weakly, their light dancing on shattered goblets and spilled wine that bled into the cracks of the stone.And yet, above that carnage, one sound still lingered.Marvin Richmond’s laughter.Dark. Cold. Relentless.It was not the laughter of a man amused, but of a man who already owned the end of this story. His voice rolled across the hall like thunder breaking in the night, and even the walls seemed to tremble beneath its weight.The conspirators—Rowan, Martha, and two trembling allies—stood frozen in that sound. Their weapons had been stripped away. Their Synapticore had been snuffed out. And now they had nothing left but shame and fear.Marvin rose from his chair with unhurried grace, his hand brushing the table as he stood. His gaze swept across them, sharp as the edge

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    The night was too still. Too silent.Rowan Richmond felt the weight of that silence as he stood in the abandoned wing of the estate, his cloak brushing against dust and stone. Around him, shadows shifted — the shapes of men and women who had followed him into treachery. Their faces carried one thing in common: hatred.Hatred for Marvin. Hatred for Alicia. Hatred for a Richmond family that had dared to rise again without their rightful patriarchs Mr Richmond and Daniel Richmond when they should have crumbled. Hatred for Marvin who was responsible for the death of both patriarchs.Rowan’s jaw tightened as he spoke. His voice was low, sharp as a blade.“Tonight we cut the head from the snake. Marvin Richmond will not leave this estate alive. Nor will that witch Alicia who dares call herself leader. We end this now.”The conspirators muttered their approval, eyes glinting with malice. But the figure who stepped forward next silenced them all.Martha.Her beauty had faded into something h

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