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Fate of the Divided

Fate of the Divided

Author: Penwand
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Chapter 1 The Call of the Past

Word Count: 1148    |    Released on: 11/10/2024

as tall, with the chiseled frame of a man who had seen too much, his dark brown eyes staring into the distance, yet focused inward. His fingers absently r

e couldn't remember. Being a top CIA agent should have filled that gap-should have made him feel whole-but even the adrenaline of covert missions, the thril

ings-triplets-on the day of your birth," Peters had said, his voi

se years? He'd spent countless nights revisiting his past, wondering why he'd never been told. But when his fathe

o care for three babies on her own. Each of them had gone to different h

The letter had been brief, but in its few lines, it spoke volumes. He had a brother and a sister. One still in Nigeria, the other... gone

lked into the room. A fellow CIA agent, Sarah was a force to be reckoned with, possessing powers even the Agency couldn't full

ed gently, crossing the room and s

t something you just shake off. I ne

"You've already booked the flight to

his impending journey still hung heavy on his shoulders. He had no idea what awaited him in Nigeria, no

cars honking, vendors calling out their wares, the smell of street food mixing with the aroma of the salty ocean air. Lagos was a city of contrasts

int childhood memories. Everything felt distant, unfamiliar. Even the Yoruba he'd learned

e, his weathered face lighting up as he recog

ruly home? Or had he left that behind when he st

rearview mirror. Years of CIA training had conditioned him to be cautious, alert. His gut told him someth

building towered over the surrounding skyline, its glass windows reflecting the setting s

dows that overlooked the shimmering Atlantic Ocean. But even in this luxury, Bayo felt a pric

ep. The air felt thick, charged with something he couldn't quite expl

. An unkn

. Don't think you can hi

ation. How had they found him so quickly? He had come to Nigeria under an alias, his trip supposed to be di

ere he came from, of the mission he had set for himself. But now, it was also a warning-he wasn't

he noticed something strange. A sleek, black car parked just down the stre

wasn't just being watch

is phone buzzed again. This time, t

s? Don't run, Bayo. We'll f

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