Tension crackled in the air at the rebel base. The success of the sabotage missions had given the rebellion a much-needed boost in morale, but the uneasy alliance with Amara Adeyemi loomed over them like a storm waiting to break. Conversations were quieter, sharper. Mistrust hung like a heavy fog, and no one seemed more on edge than Kwame.
He stood in the center of the war room, glaring at the holographic display of their next target. "We’re playing with fire, Kofi. Amara’s intel has been solid, but how long before she burns us?"
Zuri nodded in agreement, her face tense. "We’re putting too much trust in someone who’s spent her life on the other side of this war. People like her don’t change that easily."