Dre never expected the text from Adanna. He hadn't even noticed her during his missions — but now someone outside the street drama was watching him. And that wasn't a threat. It was a complication.
He replied simply:
"You don't know what you're stepping into."
Seconds later, another message:
"Maybe. But I'm already in."
---
The day passed slowly, but Dre's mind didn't rest. He spent it digging through old files on his laptop — files his brother left behind. Documents from their father's company. Shipments. Customs receipts. Memos. Names. All linked to Zentrax Logistics
What didn't make sense back then, now seemed too clear.
Zion wasn't just a drug lord. He was moving weapons, laundering money through fake imports, and using legal businesses like Zentrax Logistics as a cover.
And Dre's father had once worked for them — unknowingly cleaning their mess.
That's why he had been fired. Why they ruined his reputation.
That's why Dre had to finish this.
---
Later that evening, he met Adanna at the back of an abandoned public library. She came wearing confidence like armor, recorder in her bag, questions in her eyes.
"You're brave," he said.
She shrugged. "Or stupid."
"Maybe both."
They sat on broken stone steps. She didn't talk for a while. Just watched him.
Then she asked, "What do you want from this?"
Dre didn't answer immediately.
"Justice," he said finally. "And peace."
"Peace doesn't come cheap."
"No," he said. "But neither does silence."
She offered her help. She had contacts at a small radio station. Unlicensed but powerful. If they could gather enough evidence, they could broadcast the truth. Shake the system.
Dre agreed. But trust still had limits.
---
Elsewhere, Zion met with someone no one expected: Honorable Chuka — a crooked politician running for re-election. Chuka had kept Zion's name off investigation lists for years.
But now, with cameras catching more than they should, and youth revolts shaking the streets, Chuka was nervous.
"You need to slow down," he warned. "Lay low. This boy — the Dre one — I've heard whispers. He's not alone."
Zion laughed, lighting a cigar. "Then let him come."
"But if he starts digging into our shipping records—"
"I said let him come." His voice darkened. "Then we bury him. And anyone he brings."
Chuka swallowed his fear. He was in too deep.
---
That night, Dre and Adanna met Okiki in the back room of a cybercafé.
Dre showed them what he'd found — hidden numbers in the port data, codes that didn't match. Zion was using container 7Z-A9 to smuggle illegal items disguised as school materials.
Adanna raised her eyebrows. "That's bold."
Dre nodded. "We expose this, and we start a war."
Okiki leaned back. "Or we disappear."
"No," Dre said. "We make sure the right people see it."
"How?"
Adanna pulled out her phone and opened a file. "My contact at Radio Rebirth. We broadcast. We blow it wide open. Once the public sees, even Zion's friends will have to run."
Dre paused. His heart beat slow but strong.
It was time.