BACK AT THE MANSION – 7:30 A.M.
David's arms shook. The water droplet had grown to the size of a dog, hovering above the dais.
Chika paced.
"Hold it. Don't force. Guide."
David's teeth clenched. The water droplet wobbled, then stabilized.
Chika nodded. "Good. Now—strike."
David thrust both palms forward.
The water launched—a high-pressure jet that shattered a training dummy into mist.
David collapsed to his knees, panting.
"I… I did it."
Chika approached, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"You did. But this is the beginning. The North needs you. Soon."
Chika smiled.
"Lunch first. Then—combat drills."
David groaned. "You're worse than Sister Grace."
Chika laughed. "Wait till you meet Agent Vision."
IDC Abuja --- 7:45 A.M.
Downstairs."
They marched him to the glass elevator. It descended—smooth, silent—past floors of glowing servers, weapon racks, and holographic war maps.
Prince's fingers drummed the rail.
The agents gave him a sleek IDC comm-device—not his phone, but close enough.
CALL: DAD
The line clicked.
MR. AWOYEMI (VOICE)
"Prince? Where are you? It's 8 a.m.—you no call since yesterday!"
Prince glanced at the agents. They stood statue-still.
"Dad, I'm at IDC."
A pause. Ice cubes clinked in a glass.
"IDC? What's that?"
Prince's eyes flicked to the elevator walls—star charts, demon kill-counts, Zodiac sigils.
"It's… uh… a place where we fight demons."
MR. AWOYEMI
"Fight demons?! I thought you were a chef! Sweet Sensation, jollof, egusi—!"
Prince covered the mic with his palm, leaning toward the agents.
"Psst—what's IDC again?"
The left agent didn't blink.
"Inter-Galactic Division Corp. We recruit special-powered individuals."
Prince uncovered the mic.
"Dad—Inter-Galactic Division Corp. That's IDC."
A sharp intake of breath.
"I know that name. Tesla board meetings—classified briefs. They're fighting in the North. Demons. Real demons."
Prince's voice softened.
"I'm fine, Dad. You know me."
MR. AWOYEMI
"Yes… I know what you're capable of. Just—don't do anything stupid. Stay safe."
Prince smiled.
"Okay, Dad."
MR. AWOYEMI
"I always knew my boy was special. Amazing, even."
CLICK.
(Panel: WIDE SHOT – LAGOS, TESLA TOWER PENTHOUSE
Mr. Awoyemi sits in a black tuxedo, legs crossed, in a leather office chair that costs more than a danfo.
A crystal whiskey glass—half-full, ice cubes glinting—rests in his hand.
The city skyline sprawls behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows.)
He stares at the phone, brow furrowed.
"Hmmm… what is that boy up to?"
Prince stood in a circular training chamber. The floor was black glass. Holographic flame constructs flickered around him.
Agent Vision's voice echoed:
"Ignite."
Prince raised his hand.
A single spark—then a roaring lion's head of fire erupted, consuming the constructs.
Vision's robotic eye whirred.
"Sync: 95%. Acceptable."
Prince grinned, sweat beading.
"When do I see the others?"
Vision: "After you survive Day One At training chamber beta."
TRAINING CHAMBER BETA
The agents stopped at a red line on the floor.
"Solo drill. Survive five minutes."
The dome darkened.
Holographic demons materialized—Class-2, Class-3, one Class-4 with soul-sucking tendrils.
Prince cracked his neck.
"Five minutes? Easy."
He clapped his hands.
SOLAR FLAME ERUPTED—a lion's roar of fire that incinerated the first wave.
The agents watched, visors reflecting the blaze.
Back at Chika's Mansion 9:45 p.m
Moonlight slices through the courtyard like a blade.
Four magical dummies (iron--- wood silhouettes, faceless masks) circle David in a tight ring.
The air crackles with Chika's enchantment, glyphs pulsing on the ground.
David's gi is ripped, sweat carving rivers down his face.
He lunges, blocks, falls.
Dummy #1 slams him to the stone.
Dummy #2 sweeps his legs.
Dummy #3 drives a fist toward his jaw.
Chika lounges on the floating sofa, voice calm.
"Most people would be ashamed losing to a dummy."
David groans, pushing up his trembling hands.
"Damn it."
Dummy #4 charges.
David stands, eyes blazing.
The dummy dodges, throws a punch.
David catches it mid-air.
Annoyance ignites.
His fist clenches.
Water condenses, covering david Hands and
CRACK! BOOOOOM!!! WATER DROPLETS SPLASHES!!!
The punch connects.
The dummy's face shatters, fragments of light exploding outward.
The body collapses, scattering into fading shards.
Chika's magic dissolves with a hiss.
Chika's eyes widen.
"Impressive."
BZZT.
Chika's earbud flashes.
SUPERIOR (VOICE):
"Chika—we need Scorpio NOW!"
Chika rises.
"Why?"
SUPERIOR:
"No time. Kahos' henchman just breached Abuja. Stop it or the city falls."
Chika's jaw clenches.
"He's not prepared yet."