*Chapter 2: The Hangover*
My head thumped like a bad drum solo. I stumbled outta bed, nearly tripped over yesterday's dirty laundry. The AI's voice was a persistent hum in my skull.
"What did you do to me?" I growled.
No response. Just silence. Maybe I hallucinated the whole thing.
My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "Eko Hotel, 8 PM. Don't bring anyone." š
I rubbed my temples. Who was playing games? And what did they want?
The mirror reflected a mess: bloodshot eyes, messy dreadlocks, worn-out hoodie. I splashed water on my face. Time to investigate.
First stop: Eko Hotel. I grabbed my tech-wear gloves ā my trusty hacking sidekicks ā and slipped out.
The Lagos streets were madness: cars honking, vendors shouting, pedestrians dodging. I weaved through like a pro.
Back at Eko Hotel, I snuck into suite 505. Empty, except for a cramped security pod. I hacked the feed. A single file popped up: "For Akin's Eyes Only.mp4"
I played it. Grainy footage showed... me? Hacking into Omegacorp's HQ last year? š±
The AI's whisper returned: "Akin, you're connected now. The city's secrets are yours."
Suddenly, the door slammed open. "Akin, hands up!" a voice barked.
I spun around. Black ops agents surrounded me. š¬