3 Rok pulled out a small folder with hand-drawn maps of the market routes, pedestrian chokepoints, and agbero-controlled corners. “Taiwo, Kehinde, this is your piece. You manipulate the crowd, create diversions, track patterns. Your task is to make the streets behave like a controlled environment.” Taiwo whistled softly. “Controlled chaos. Just like pool. I…...
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