That Monday morning, as usual, by seven o’clock he was fully ready. Dressed neatly in khaki that fit him perfectly, he sprayed himself with Nora Men’s Black perfume, looking exceptionally handsome. He glanced toward the couch and saw her sleeping peacefully, her face relaxed, eyes closed, long eyelashes resting gently on her cheeks. Her face looked so fresh and cute. Her hijab was loosely wrapped around her neck as always—he often wondered if she ever got tired of wearing it, but remembering why she never stayed without it made him sigh and turn his face away.
He was surprised at how deeply he was into her, even though he refused to admit it. She had stopped sleeping in the sitting room ever since the investigators came. He didn’t stop her from staying in the room, but he never made any attempt to invite her onto his bed either—he had no plans like that. His fever had eased considerably compared to before, though the doctor had warned him that if he allowed the fever to overpower his immune system, it could disappear entirely, but that process carried serious risks due to the side effects of the unfreezing procedure he had undergone.
After giving her just one glance, he didn’t look at her again. He finished everything he needed to do, then picked up his phone and walked over to where she was. Seeing her phone beside her, he quietly picked it up and left the room. Calmly, he walked to where the M5 vehicle was parked. He got in after M5 greeted him in their usual military style. He placed the phones beside him as the car drove off. Leaning back in the seat, he closed his eyes like someone about to sleep, many thoughts running through his mind.
What surprised him most was that whenever he was alone, the image of that girl always came to his mind. He attributed it to the pity he felt for her and her siblings, whom he had grown very close to—after all, in their eyes, he was simply their brother’s friend, the one they now depended on. He clearly understood that they saw him only as their brother’s friend, not knowing that he was actually the one who had brought them all the way to his home to protect them. Despite living with the children, he never allowed himself to cross boundaries, nor did he even consider it—that was never his intention. Still, he promised himself that one day, when the time was right, he would reunite them properly.
Secrets, Missions, and a Growing Mystery
At the headquarters, M5 parked the General’s car and opened the door for him. He stepped out calmly and confidently, his presence filling the wide compound with a pleasant scent. He walked past the first security checkpoint, receiving crisp salutes everywhere he passed. Everyone admired his charisma and authority as he moved through, exchanging brief hand gestures before entering the reception area. He took the elevator straight to the top floor, with M5 following closely.
When the elevator doors opened, he walked toward the helicopter zone where about five helicopters were lined up. He scanned the fresh recruits—not many of them, fewer than twenty—and about five medical personnel. M5 quickly whispered that Miss Amra hadn’t arrived yet. He simply nodded and gave the order to proceed, as he already anticipated her absence—that was the reason he had taken her phone, knowing she relied on it for everything, including ride requests and payments.
Everyone snapped to attention when they saw the General. After a brief look at them, he ordered everyone to board the helicopters. Only one helicopter separated from the other four. He boarded his own before M5 saluted him. Before leaving, he turned to M5 and said, “Get her a new phone and a SIM. I’ll send you her passport information.”
“Yes sir,” M5 replied as their helicopter lifted off.
As they departed, M5 made a call, saying, “The plan is going smoothly.”
Leaving headquarters, M5 bought a brand‑new iPhone 14 Pro Max in deep purple and a SIM card, set it up, and sent the number to his boss before heading to the apartment to deliver it. When he knocked, it was as if she had been waiting—she opened the door quickly, her eyes wide with fear, worried about what would follow her refusal to attend the private training she had been assigned to. Seeing M5, she greeted him quickly, aware of her standing with the boss. He handed her the new phone and said, “Oga said I should bring this. He also said I’ll be coming to take you to work starting tomorrow.”
She went quiet for a moment, staring at the bag. She thanked him and closed the door, returning inside. Sitting in the living room, confused, she quickly opened the bag and saw the iPhone 14 Pro Max—the same model he used, except his was black. Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. So he was the one who had taken her beloved iPhone X Max. Turning the phone in her hands, a wave of happiness washed over her. She powered it on and noticed everything had already been set up. But when she checked the contacts and found none, her heart skipped. There was only one number saved—a local number she knew wasn’t Haifa’s. She set the phone aside and rested her chin in her hands, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, on the other side, they arrived and immediately began training—no rest at all. They spent nearly two days in intense drills. He found it strange that during training, he and Hammam were usually inseparable, yet this time there was no sign of him. Eventually, a leave report surfaced stating that Hammam had traveled to India with his father for a medical check‑up. He brushed it aside and focused on why he was there.
After two days, they struggled with poor network coverage—there was no signal at all. It was only on the third day that the network returned. That was when he finally received messages, including one from M5 confirming that everything was going as planned. But the final message shocked him deeply and threw him into turmoil. Immediately, he found a quiet spot, opened his laptop, and began researching.
Their suspect’s photo had spread across Nigerian and international news, labeled as a major drug dealer from Nigeria. Shock and fear were clear on his face—everything was starting to surface. Every time this criminal empire began to unravel, it usually collapsed just before arrests could be made. But he vowed that this time, no matter what happened, he would see it through.
He ordered M5 to send him a full background check on the man. As he read through it, many details stunned him. The background check had been extremely difficult to obtain—no matter where they searched, there was almost nothing. Confused, he opened his email and checked the private investigator’s report. Seeing the address and profile match perfectly made him pause for deep reflection.
Suddenly, he remembered something and opened the suspect’s report file. Everything was there—from the time of arrest to the hospital report and the type of drug found inside him. He began comparing details. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, then quickly tightened his face in shock. What was the connection between this young man and that drug? He recalled that when her siblings were in the hospital, one of them had tested positive for traces of the same substance. What he couldn’t yet determine was whether the drug originated in Nigeria or was brought into the country.
With more questions than answers, he resolved to dig deeper. He cleared his mind of distractions and began investigating everything carefully, step by step.
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A Monday Morning of Unspoken Thoughts
That Monday morning, as usual, by seven o’clock he was fully ready. Dressed neatly in khaki that fit him perfectly, he sprayed himself with Nora Men’s Black perfume, looking exceptionally handsome. He glanced toward the couch and saw her sleeping peacefully, her face relaxed, eyes closed, long eyelashes resting gently on her cheeks. Her face looked so fresh and cute. Her hijab was loosely wrapped around her neck as always—he often wondered if she ever got tired of wearing it, but remembering why she never stayed without it made him sigh and turn his face away.
He was surprised at how deeply he was into her, even though he refused to admit it. She had stopped sleeping in the sitting room ever since the investigators came. He didn’t stop her from staying in the room, but he never made any attempt to invite her onto his bed either—he had no plans like that. His fever had eased considerably compared to before, though the doctor had warned him that if he allowed the fever to overpower his immune system, it could disappear entirely, but that process carried serious risks due to the side effects of the unfreezing procedure he had undergone.
After giving her just one glance, he didn’t look at her again. He finished everything he needed to do, then picked up his phone and walked over to where she was. Seeing her phone beside her, he quietly picked it up and left the room. Calmly, he walked to where the M5 vehicle was parked. He got in after M5 greeted him in their usual military style. He placed the phones beside him as the car drove off. Leaning back in the seat, he closed his eyes like someone about to sleep, many thoughts running through his mind.
What surprised him most was that whenever he was alone, the image of that girl always came to his mind. He attributed it to the pity he felt for her and her siblings, whom he had grown very close to—after all, in their eyes, he was simply their brother’s friend, the one they now depended on. He clearly understood that they saw him only as their brother’s friend, not knowing that he was actually the one who had brought them all the way to his home to protect them. Despite living with the children, he never allowed himself to cross boundaries, nor did he even consider it—that was never his intention. Still, he promised himself that one day, when the time was right, he would reunite them properly.
Secrets, Missions, and a Growing Mystery
At the headquarters, M5 parked the General’s car and opened the door for him. He stepped out calmly and confidently, his presence filling the wide compound with a pleasant scent. He walked past the first security checkpoint, receiving crisp salutes everywhere he passed. Everyone admired his charisma and authority as he moved through, exchanging brief hand gestures before entering the reception area. He took the elevator straight to the top floor, with M5 following closely.
When the elevator doors opened, he walked toward the helicopter zone where about five helicopters were lined up. He scanned the fresh recruits—not many of them, fewer than twenty—and about five medical personnel. M5 quickly whispered that Miss Amra hadn’t arrived yet. He simply nodded and gave the order to proceed, as he already anticipated her absence—that was the reason he had taken her phone, knowing she relied on it for everything, including ride requests and payments.
Everyone snapped to attention when they saw the General. After a brief look at them, he ordered everyone to board the helicopters. Only one helicopter separated from the other four. He boarded his own before M5 saluted him. Before leaving, he turned to M5 and said, “Get her a new phone and a SIM. I’ll send you her passport information.”
“Yes sir,” M5 replied as their helicopter lifted off.
As they departed, M5 made a call, saying, “The plan is going smoothly.”
Leaving headquarters, M5 bought a brand‑new iPhone 14 Pro Max in deep purple and a SIM card, set it up, and sent the number to his boss before heading to the apartment to deliver it. When he knocked, it was as if she had been waiting—she opened the door quickly, her eyes wide with fear, worried about what would follow her refusal to attend the private training she had been assigned to. Seeing M5, she greeted him quickly, aware of her standing with the boss. He handed her the new phone and said, “Oga said I should bring this. He also said I’ll be coming to take you to work starting tomorrow.”
She went quiet for a moment, staring at the bag. She thanked him and closed the door, returning inside. Sitting in the living room, confused, she quickly opened the bag and saw the iPhone 14 Pro Max—the same model he used, except his was black. Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. So he was the one who had taken her beloved iPhone X Max. Turning the phone in her hands, a wave of happiness washed over her. She powered it on and noticed everything had already been set up. But when she checked the contacts and found none, her heart skipped. There was only one number saved—a local number she knew wasn’t Haifa’s. She set the phone aside and rested her chin in her hands, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, on the other side, they arrived and immediately began training—no rest at all. They spent nearly two days in intense drills. He found it strange that during training, he and Hammam were usually inseparable, yet this time there was no sign of him. Eventually, a leave report surfaced stating that Hammam had traveled to India with his father for a medical check‑up. He brushed it aside and focused on why he was there.
After two days, they struggled with poor network coverage—there was no signal at all. It was only on the third day that the network returned. That was when he finally received messages, including one from M5 confirming that everything was going as planned. But the final message shocked him deeply and threw him into turmoil. Immediately, he found a quiet spot, opened his laptop, and began researching.
Their suspect’s photo had spread across Nigerian and international news, labeled as a major drug dealer from Nigeria. Shock and fear were clear on his face—everything was starting to surface. Every time this criminal empire began to unravel, it usually collapsed just before arrests could be made. But he vowed that this time, no matter what happened, he would see it through.
He ordered M5 to send him a full background check on the man. As he read through it, many details stunned him. The background check had been extremely difficult to obtain—no matter where they searched, there was almost nothing. Confused, he opened his email and checked the private investigator’s report. Seeing the address and profile match perfectly made him pause for deep reflection.
Suddenly, he remembered something and opened the suspect’s report file. Everything was there—from the time of arrest to the hospital report and the type of drug found inside him. He began comparing details. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, then quickly tightened his face in shock. What was the connection between this young man and that drug? He recalled that when her siblings were in the hospital, one of them had tested positive for traces of the same substance. What he couldn’t yet determine was whether the drug originated in Nigeria or was brought into the country.
With more questions than answers, he resolved to dig deeper. He cleared his mind of distractions and began investigating everything carefully, step by step.