Global Timeline: 48 Hours After Buchi's Leak.
The internet was on fire.
CNN. Al Jazeera. BBC. ChannelsTV.
All scrambling to verify the names exposed.
A Supreme Court judge in Nigeria — gone.
Two oil billionaires in Angola — frozen accounts.
A UK-based cyber-security firm? Shut down overnight.
But the worst headline?
"D-CHAIN EXPOSED: Inside the Billion-Dollar Black Market of Ghost Nations"
And in the middle of it…
Dave Reign – aka Ghost Asset R-009
His face now flashed on screens across five continents.
Interpol "wanted."
FBI: "Highly Dangerous."
Nigeria's DSS: "Unacknowledged but under surveillance."
The game was no longer street-level.
It was geopolitical.
Accra – Underground Framework Bunker.
Jamzy punched the wall.
"This no be hustle anymore. This na world war!"
Dave sat calm.
Too calm.
He turned to Tessa and Thin Ice.
"We can't stop the noise."
"So we change the station."
He opened a duffel bag.
Inside — dozens of burner laptops, hard drives, and untraceable phones.
"We leak them back."
"Not just defense. Retaliation."
Tessa nodded.
"You have files?"
Dave looked her in the eye.
"I have everything."
"I knew this day would come."
Meanwhile – Buchi's Safehouse, Abuja.
His hacker stormed in.
"They've hit our channels. Four media partners exposed for fake news laundering."
"And one of our offshore accounts just got reverse-drained."
"Six million gone."
Buchi laughed.
"Good. He's waking up."
He walked to the center of the room.
Pulled a cloth off something large.
Underneath — a military-grade drone console.
"Let's see if he bleeds when it rains fire."
Later that Night – International Hotel, Nairobi.
A Nigerian senator tied to D-Chain stood on his hotel balcony… sipping champagne.
Boom.
The room behind him exploded.
A tactical charge wired into his suitcase.
No warning.
No trace.
Only a black card left on the bed:
"For the Chain you built."
— R
Framework Underground, Accra.
Dave stared at the screen. One image loaded.
Razor.
"Still breathing," Thin Ice muttered.
Dave cracked his knuckles.
"Then he's still useful."
"Alive rats lead you to bigger nests."
Jamzy grinned. "We hunting now?"
Dave nodded once.
"We burn silence into fear."
"We let them know…"
"Ghosts don't die."
Nairobi, Kenya – Underground Cyber Slums (Zone-4Z).
No borders. No flags.
Just shadows and static.
Here, warlords traded Wi-Fi for weapons, and information was deadlier than bullets.
This was where Framework's next phase began:
Echo Protocol.
Tessa sat across from three rogue hackers — two Somalis, one Ghanaian girl called GhostChic.
GhostChic wore a pink hoodie and carried an Uzi.
"You want us to flip the chain that fed us?" she asked.
Tessa didn't blink.
"We don't want flips. We want collapses."
She slid a portable drive across the table.
"This has D-Chain's hand in displacing 200+ slum zones. Families erased. Online. Quiet."
"We drop it… we collapse their shield of innocence."
GhostChic nodded slowly.
"And Reign?"
Tessa's voice was steel.
"He's not just a man."
"He's the message."
Same time – Lagos Mainland.
Razor moved like a ghost through an abandoned railway yard.
Behind him: twelve men. Armed. Ragged. Hungry.
His own small merc unit:
"The Risen."
Ex-soldiers. Ex-convicts. One ex-cannibal.
He stood on top of a train car.
"Reign made you invisible. Forgotten."
"I'll make you gods."
They cheered.
"And in return?" one asked.
Razor smiled.
"We burn his world down…"
"…and I build an empire on his ashes."
Accra – Framework Bunker.
Thin Ice monitored five screens at once.
"Echo Protocol is holding. Tessa's crew just hijacked one of Buchi's storage servers."
"We're bleeding him by the hour."
Dave nodded.
"Now we hit back harder."
He pulled up a secure encrypted folder.
Label:
"RAZOR 02"
Inside:
A video from 3 years ago.
Razor, caught on camera, executing two D-Chain contacts for a cash bribe gone wrong.
"What's that for?" Jamzy asked.
Dave's jaw tightened.
"Insurance."
"I want Razor famous… then extinct."
Meanwhile – Abuja.
Buchi paced, furious.
"Why hasn't Razor moved?"
His assistant stammered.
"Sir… there's… another problem."
"Reign's people just dumped twenty terabytes of D-Chain war crimes into Telegram blacknet channels. Three of our corporate partners went dark. One's dead."
Buchi stopped.
"Dead?"
"Sir… he hung himself. They found a Reign card in his mouth."
Buchi's lips twitched.
"He's learned vengeance. Finally."
He turned to the screen.
Pulled up Dave's photo.
"But you forgot the rule, boy."
"Power never forgives noise."
Later – Nairobi.
Tessa's team finished uploading the Echo Data to 100+ underground dark web forums.
GhostChic turned to her.
"It's done. The world's starting to turn."
Tessa smiled for the first time in days.
But just before she shut her laptop, a message pinged in.
No sender.
Just one line:
"IF HE DIES, YOU DIE."
She froze.
So did the screen.
Everything went black.
Accra – Framework Command (4:17 a.m.)
Thin Ice burst into the room.
"They tried to take her."
Dave didn't look up.
He kept pouring tea.
"Where?"
"Nairobi safehouse. Four men. Two down. Two escaped. Tessa's fine… for now."
Dave stirred twice.
Then placed the spoon down like a loaded threat.
"Jamzy. Prep a bird. We move in forty."
Jamzy frowned.
"But we just secured this zone—"
Dave looked him dead in the eye.
"Secure is a lie."
"And they touched what's mine."
Nairobi – Outside Tessa's Safehouse (6:22 a.m.)
The street was empty.
Crows circled the wires.
Tessa sat inside, gun on her lap, eyes on the window.
Then the door creaked open.
She aimed—
But didn't shoot.
Dave stepped through the smoke.
Dressed in all black. No words. No questions. No smile.
He walked over. Checked the broken window. Bullet pattern.
"Three shots. Shoulder-level. They weren't aiming to kill."
Tessa nodded.
"So what were they aiming for?"
Dave didn't blink.
"To shake you."
He turned, handed her a phone.
"I want you to hear something."
It was a voice recording.
Razor's voice.
"He can't protect all of you. Sooner or later… someone dies for him."
Dave locked the screen. Calm.
"You trust me?"
She didn't answer immediately.
But when she did…
"Even if you were built in a lab… I trust the man who walked in that door."
He nodded once.
"Good. Because I'm about to do something irreversible."
Same time – Razor's Hideout, Ogun State
Razor was laughing over a drink.
"The Reign boy's gonna fold soon."
"You saw how loud he got? That's panic."
Then a phone on the table buzzed.
One of his men answered.
His face drained. Eyes wide.
"Boss…"
He turned the screen to Razor.
Live feed.
One of The Risen — headless. Hung upside-down on an overpass in Accra.
Chest branded with a red-hot mark:
🔥 "WRONG TARGET."
Underneath it: a calling card.
REIGN
Razor's smile died.
"So… the boy's gone dark."
Framework Jet – En Route to Abuja
Tessa sat across from Dave, silent.
She finally asked:
"What's the irreversible thing?"
Dave didn't blink.
"We're going to burn Razor's name."
"And everything he loves."
She leaned forward.
"What if Buchi retaliates harder?"
Dave looked out the window, voice ice-cold.
"Then we retaliate last."
Abuja – Outer District, Abandoned Cement Factory.
Razor's hideout was quiet.
Too quiet.
The Risen were on edge — weapons drawn, patrols doubled, paranoia in every step.
Since the "WRONG TARGET" warning dropped, they had been bleeding members one by one.
Snipers. Traps. Exploding SIM packs.
Whoever Reign was sending didn't just kill — they erased.
Razor stood in the dark with a cigar and a hammer.
"He's pushing."
"Trying to make me crack."
A voice behind him whispered:
"No, boss."
"He's telling the world you already did."
Meanwhile – Abuja Underground Cyber Exchange.
Thin Ice handed Dave a hard drive.
"Everything on Razor. Full drop."
"Location pins, mistress names, unlaundered accounts, old military crimes — even the video where he took bribes from the Sokoto kidnap gang."
Dave didn't look at it.
"Schedule the leak."
"Worldwide. 4:00 a.m."
Tessa raised a brow.
"You're going nuclear?"
Dave's voice was flat:
"I'm showing them what happens when you swing at a ghost and miss."
03:59 a.m. – Across Nigeria and Beyond.
Phones vibrated.
Blog sites froze.
News tickers exploded.
BREAKING: "RAZOR" TIED TO CHILD TRAFFICKING RING IN 2018
FULL VIDEO LEAKED
BANK STATEMENTS. GPS LOGS. RAW FOOTAGE.
Then came the bomb:
"BUCHI FUNDED HIM."
Screenshots followed.
Emails. Voice notes. Video call grabs.
In just six minutes, Razor's face went from feared…
to cancelled.
to wanted.
Razor's Hideout – 4:10 a.m.
Gunfire.
Two of his men turned on him.
"You set us up!"
"You used us for cover!"
Razor dropped one with a bullet to the face.
But the second got away.
He was bleeding — in power and respect.
"Where is he?" Razor shouted.
"WHERE IS REIGN?!"
4:11 a.m. – Framework Van, Abuja Outskirts.
Dave watched the Razor collapse on a live drone feed.
He didn't smile.
Didn't speak.
Just whispered:
"Phase one: complete."
Same time – Buchi's Compound.
The lights flickered.
His encrypted satellite connection went dark.
A small message popped up:
"You fed the wrong dog."
— REIGN
Buchi stared at the screen.
And, for the first time in years…
He felt cold.