VALOROUS

streets. Her mind was already racing with the day's tasks, and one thing was clear: she was determined to help Umar recover the 30 million dollars stolen by the notorious Zane clan. Adiza's eyes

buzzed again. This time, it was a text from an unknown number. "Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th and Main at midnight," the message read. "Come alone." Adiza's heart skipped a beat as she read the message. Who was this mysterious person, and what did they want with her? But something about the message resonated with her. Maybe it was the hint of desperation, or the promise of a lead on the Zane clan. Whatever it was, Adiza knew she had to take the risk. She typed out a response, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "I'll be there," she wrote. "But if this is a trap, you'll regret it." Adiza sent the message and waited, her mind racing with possibilities. Who was this mysterious person, and what did they have planned for her? As the hours ticked by, Adiza found herself growing more and more anxious. She tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering back to the mysterious message. Finally, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city. Adiza knew it was time to get ready for her meeting. She made her way to the old warehouse, her heart pounding in her chest. As she approached the building, she could feel a sense of unease settling over her. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Adiza's hand instinctively went to her gun, but as she looked into the stranger's eyes, she saw something there that gave her pause. It was a glimmer of desperation, of fear. And something else, something that looked almost like... hope? "Who are you?" Adiza demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. The stranger hesitated, then nodded. "My name is Don Garcí," he said. "And I have information about the Zane clan." Adiza's eyes narrowed. "What kind of information?" Don Garcí hesitated again, then pulled out a small folder from his pocket. "I have documents, records of the Zane clan's transa