THE BLACK SCORPIONS-2(Never Forgive)

 


"NEVER FORGIVE"


Nairobi, Kenya – 0300 Hours


The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the safehouse like a drumbeat of death. Inside, Agent Kibet of the Black Scorpions Unit wiped the sweat from his brow, his dark eyes scanning the flickering laptop screen. The target’s face stared back at him—Jabari Okello, a former Al-Shabaab commander, released from prison just three days ago after a presidential pardon.


"Justice is a joke," Kibet muttered, his fingers tightening around the grip of his suppressed CZ P-10 F. The Black Scorpions Unit didn’t answer to courts. They answered to one rule: Never forgive. Never forget.


A knock at the door—three sharp raps, then two slow. Agent Wanjiku, his second-in-command, slipped inside, her face grim. "He’s moving. Left the mosque in Eastleigh ten minutes ago. Heading toward the old textile factory."


Kibet nodded. "Time to remind Jabari why mercy is a weakness."


---


Eastleigh, Nairobi – 0327 Hours


The factory was a graveyard of rusted machinery and broken dreams. Jabari Okello walked through the shadows, his phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, brother… the pardon was a test. They think I’ve changed. But I know myself and my heart."


A whisper of movement. Too late.


Kibet’s boot crushed a loose floorboard. Jabari spun, reaching for the pistol tucked in his waistband—but Wanjiku’s knife was already at his throat.


"Drop it," she hissed.


Jabari’s eyes burned with defiance. "You can’t do this. I was pardoned!"


Kibet stepped forward, his voice a blade. "The Black Scorpions doesn’t care about pardons. We care about justice."


Jabari’s hand twitched toward his gun.


BANG.


The suppressed shot echoed like a death knell. Jabari crumpled, blood pooling beneath him.


Wanjiku wiped her blade clean. "Next target?"


Kibet checked his watch. "Dawood Muriuki. Released last month. Already recruiting."


She smirked. "Then let’s go hunting."


Outside, the rain continued to fall—a storm with no end.


NEVER FORGIVE

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