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Episode 1: The Market Encounter
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Martins walked through the bustling market, his eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. His mother had sent him on an errand to buy fresh vegetables for dinner.
As he navigated between colorful stalls and noisy vendors, he spotted a group of young men harassing an elderly street vendor. The old man looked frail and visibly shaken.
Martins stepped forward, voice calm but firm. “Hey, what’s going on here?”
One of the young men turned and sneered. “Mind your own business, dude.”
“I’m making it my business,” Martins replied, locking eyes with the speaker.
He took a step closer. “Back off,” he warned.
The young man smirked and stepped up to him. “Or what?”
Martins clenched his fists, unwavering. “Or I’ll make you.”
The thug lunged, but Martins dodged with ease and countered with a swift kick. The man stumbled back, clearly surprised.
Martins didn’t stop. He launched into a flurry of precise punches and kicks, his movements sharp and efficient. The rest of the group scrambled, trying to avoid his attacks.
One of them, brimming with adrenaline, rushed Martins with a broken bottle. Martins sidestepped, then delivered a powerful kick that sent the attacker sprawling.
The vendor cheered from the sidelines. “Yes! Show them who’s boss!”
Despite being outnumbered, Martins held his ground. He used his agility and awareness of the environment to stay one step ahead, dispatching each attacker with skill and precision.
By the end, the young men were either fleeing or groaning on the ground. Martins stood victorious, breathing heavily.
The vendor approached, gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, young man. You’re a true hero.”
Martins nodded with a modest smile and continued on his way.
As he walked, he noticed a beautiful young woman standing by the sidewalk, absorbed in her phone. She looked a bit lost. Her features were striking, and there was something about her that caught his attention.
He walked over. “Need some help?”
They started talking. Her name was Sophia, and their conversation flowed easily โ from random daily musings to their favorite music and books. There was an instant connection.
Before parting ways, they exchanged numbers. Martins walked her home, smiling to himself as they said goodbye.
On his way back, he couldn’t stop thinking about Sophia โ her laugh, her smile, the way she made him feel. Something told him this wasn’t the last time he’d see her.
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Episode 2: A New Connection, A New Threat
The next morning, Martins woke up with a smile on his face. The memory of his conversation with Sophia lingered like a pleasant dream. He grabbed his phone and hesitated for a second before texting her.
Martins: Morning, Sophia. Hope you got home safe. Would love to see you again sometime.
He hit send and stared at the screen, half-expecting no reply. But within moments, her response came through.
Sophia: Good morning! I did, thanks to you. I’d love that too.
A rush of excitement hit him. But before he could respond, a knock sounded at the front door.
It was his friend Tunde, out of breath and visibly shaken. “Bro, you need to come with me. Now.”
Martins’ smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s talk around the neighborhoodโฆ those guys from yesterday? They’re part of a local gang. Word is, they’re looking for you.”
Martins clenched his jaw. He knew standing up for what was right could have consequences โ but he didn’t expect it to escalate so quickly.
“Let them come,” he said. “I’m not hiding.”
Tunde frowned. “You’re brave, but you’re not invincible, man. You need to be careful.”
Later that day, Martins met up with Sophia at a small cafรฉ. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
“You didn’t tell me you were some kind of street fighter,” she teased, sipping her drink.
Martins laughed. “It’s not exactly on my resume.”
They sat together, talking like old friends. But even as he smiled, his mind kept drifting back to Tunde’s warning.
As they parted ways, Sophia touched his arm. “Be careful, okay? I have a weird feeling.”
Martins nodded, trying to shake off the chill that crept down his spine.
That night, as Martins walked home alone, the streetlights flickered above him. The roads were unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
He turned a corner โ and stopped. Three figures stepped out from the shadows, blocking his path. One of them was the same guy he’d fought yesterday. This time, he wasn’t alone.
“Well, well,” the guy said with a smirk. “We’ve been looking for you, hero.”
Martins exhaled, loosening his shoulders. “Found me.”
The tension thickened. Then, without warning, the fight began.
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Episode 3: The Shadows Close In
The street was dim, lit only by flickering bulbs and the distant hum of passing cars. Martins faced the three men, his stance steady, eyes sharp.
“You should’ve stayed out of our business,” the leader growled, cracking his knuckles.
“I don’t do well with bullies,” Martins replied, taking a step forward.
Without warning, the first attacker lunged. Martins sidestepped and countered with a quick elbow to the ribs. Another came from the side โ Martins ducked, sweeping his leg out and knocking him to the ground.
But the third man was fast. He grabbed Martins from behind, locking his arms. The leader stepped forward, aiming a punch straight at Martins’ face.
Crack!
Martins headbutted the man behind him, breaking free just in time to dodge the punch and respond with a solid jab to the jaw. The thug stumbled, groaning.
Blood pumped in Martins’ ears. He was outnumbered, but not outmatched.
Then โ sirens. A police patrol turned into the street. The gang members scattered like rats, disappearing into alleyways.
Martins stood in the middle of the street, chest heaving. He knew this wasn’t over. This gang wasn’t just made up of street thugs โ they were organized, and now they had a reason to come after him.
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Meanwhile, across townโฆ
Sophia sat alone in her room, staring at her phone. She had a strange look in her eyes โ not fear, but focus.
She picked up a small notebook and opened it, revealing notes, sketches, and something that looked like… intel?
She whispered to herself, “So that’s who they’re connected to.”
She flipped to the next page โ at the top was the name: Martins O.
She stared at it for a moment, conflicted.
“I didn’t expect to care,” she muttered. “But now I have to protect him.”
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Back in his neighborhood, Martins returned home quietly. Tunde was waiting for him, pacing the front yard.
“You good?” he asked, worry written all over his face.
“Yeah,” Martins said, wiping a smear of blood from his lip. “But this isn’t going away.”
Tunde nodded. “Then we get ready. Whatever’s comingโฆ we face it together.”
Episode 4: The Recruit
The city skyline pulsed with light โ tall chrome buildings kissed the clouds, hover-trams zipped between glass rails, and neon ads glowed across the night like stars with agendas. Lagos Prime was beautiful, and dangerous.
Martins stood on the rooftop of his apartment complex, overlooking the bustling megacity below. He felt different tonight. The fight, the threats, Sophiaโฆ something about it all didn’t sit right.
His holo-tab buzzed in his pocket. A private message.
Unknown ID: Meet me. Coordinates attached. Don’t bring anyone. Trust me.
He hesitated โ then checked the location. It was the old tech yard on the city’s outskirts. Abandoned since the riots.
He went.
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When Martins arrived, he didn’t expect what he saw: Sophia standing beneath a flickering drone-lamp, dressed in sleek tactical gear, scanning the perimeter with a wrist-mounted HUD.
“Sophia?” he said.
She looked up. “It’s time we had a real conversation.”
She walked over and tapped a device on his arm. A blue wave shimmered over his body โ then disappeared.
“What the hell was that?” he asked.
“Anti-surveillance field,” she said. “We’re off-grid now. You’re not just some brave guy in a market, Martins. You’re one of the last with a clean neural core. No implants, no hacks, no digital trail. That makes you rare… and very valuable.”
Martins narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Sophia stepped closer, serious now. “The gang you fought? They’re not just punks. They’re pawns for a syndicate called The Null. They’re planning to target the President’s daughter.”
“Why her?”
“She’s unknowingly linked to DARA โ the national defense AI. Her neural signature is the last key to a fail-safe system. If they get to her, they control everything: defense systems, drone armies, surveillance networks. Everything.”
Martins blinked, trying to take it in. “And you want me to protect her?”
Sophia nodded. “She’s refused official protection. Too many people in the system are already compromised. But you? You’re clean. And now she needs someone who can watch herโฆ without being watched.”
Martins crossed his arms, still absorbing it all. “So what? I become a ghost? Shadow her in the dark?”
“No,” Sophia said. “You’ll be introduced as her personal assistant. A cover. But your real job is to protect her โ at all costs.”
Martins took a deep breath. Everything was changing. Again.
Sophia handed him a sleek data chip. “Welcome to the program, Martins. Training starts tomorrow. And remember โ in this city, the real danger hides behind the brightest screens.”
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Episode 5: The Assignment Begins
The next morning, Martins found himself inside a hidden facility beneath the city โ a repurposed underground train station turned covert training ground. Everything gleamed in matte black, neon blue accents blinking from walls and consoles.
Sophia stood in the center, arms crossed, flanked by a man in a white lab coat and a tall woman wearing sleek combat armor.
“Welcome to Zone Zero,” Sophia said. “This is where shadows learn to fight fire with fire.”
The woman stepped forward. “I’m Commander Nyla. I trained the elite units protecting the Core Council. You? You’re my new student.”
Martins raised an eyebrow. “Lucky me.”
Over the next few hours, Martins was pushed beyond his limits. He sparred against combat drones, learned how to hack and disable neural trackers, and ran simulations of high-threat scenarios โ from rooftop ambushes to silent room sweeps.
Despite the advanced tech and brutal pace, Martins adapted quickly. His instincts were razor-sharp, his reactions natural. Nyla watched in quiet approval.
By the end of the day, his shirt clung to him like a second skin, soaked with sweat, but his eyes burned with new focus.
Sophia handed him a compact case. “Your new ID. Encrypted holotag, smart lenses with threat detection, encrypted comm-link. Keep them close. Tomorrow, you meet the target.”
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The Next Dayโฆ
Martins stood at the gates of Solar Ivy Academy, an elite private institute built like a fortress in the sky. Guard towers were disguised as sculpture gardens. Every student had at least one drone escort โ except her.
Then she stepped out of a sleek, silent hovercar: Zahara Amari, daughter of the president. She wore confidence like armor โ sleek dark braids, mirrored lenses, and a gaze that could cut steel.
Sophia nudged Martins forward. “Don’t let the designer coat fool you. She’s sharper than anyone in that building. But she doesn’t trust easily. So… make her.”
Martins approached and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Martins. I’ll be yourโ”
Zahara didn’t shake it. “I know who you are. The ‘assistant.’ Try to keep up.”
She turned and walked ahead.
Martins smirked. This is gonna be fun.
From the shadows above, a drone locked onto Zahara and beeped silently. Its red lens flickered, sending a signal far across the cityโฆ to someone watching, and waiting.
Episode 6: Spark & Shadow
The day unfolded with silent tension. Zahara was smart, precise, and brutally direct โ but underneath her confident exterior, Martins noticed something: she was always scanning, always aware, like someone who’d been taught to trust no one.
Martins followed her through the school’s high-security halls, listening to her lectures, watching her correct a professor on quantum ethics like it was nothing. She didn’t speak to him much. But she noticed everything.
At lunch, she finally broke the silence.
“You’re not what I expected.”
Martins looked up from his untouched tray. “What did you expect?”
“A stiff, boring assistant who’d probably follow me around quoting the presidential handbook.”
He smirked. “I left my handbook at home.”
For the first time, a faint smile touched Zahara’s lips. It vanished just as quickly โ but Martins caught it.
Later that evening, while Zahara practiced piano in the academy’s soundproof music hall, Martins stood guard outside โ until he heard the faintest hum. Wrong frequency. Not from the piano.
He burst through the doors.
“Zahara, down!”
A laser dot danced across the floor. A micro-drone had slipped past the school’s defenses. Martins pulled his sidearm โ custom, compact, tech-synced. One shot. One spark. The drone exploded mid-air, inches from Zahara’s head.
Smoke filled the room.
She coughed, staring at the wreckage. “What the hell was that?”
“Someone’s watching you,” he said, scanning the walls with his lenses. “And they’re not done.”
Zahara stood, her voice trembling more with anger than fear. “I told my father this academy wasn’t safe anymore.”
She looked at Martins. “And I told everyone I didn’t need a bodyguard.”
Martins didn’t flinch. “Good thing I’m not just anyone.”
Their eyes locked โ tension thick, but something else underneath it now. A pull. A spark.
Zahara looked away first. “You saved my life.”
“First of many times,” he said softly.
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Across the cityโฆ
In a dark chamber lit by a glowing data wall, a hooded figure watched the drone footage frame-by-frame.
“She trusts him already,” the voice hissed. “This changes things.”
Another figure stepped forward. “Do we abort the chip plan?”
“No. We change the target.”
