Chapter 1: The Night Everything Scatter

900 million people around the world dey watch the live broadcast of the hostage rescue, only to see as police just dey mess up—fear dey catch dem, dem no sabi wetin dem dey do, and dem full ground with mistakes and loopholes. Generator hum dey background, neighbours dey gather for compound, eyes glued to TV. Some police dey shake like leaf, others dey fumble radio, nobody sabi who dey in charge. Na so everything scatter, all the hostages come die for nothing.

For television everywhere, you for see people wey dey bite finger, hand dey their head, some dey cry like say na their own blood dey there. Even for Naija, people dey viewing centre dey shout: "Chai! Wetin be this wahala?" Old men for beer parlour dey shake head, women wey dey fry akara for junction pause, listen to radio as updates dey drop. Hot oil dey sizzle, but nobody dey mind, all ear dey radio. Everybody just dey wonder how police fit flop like that with the whole world watching.

After this tragedy, Israel vex well, begin their own revenge mission—state-level wahala, with assassination operations popping up everywhere for the world.

E no reach one week, gist begin spread for every corner. For synagogues, churches, and even mosque, people dey talk: "Israel no go gree rest o!" Na so dem activate Mossad, their secret service, begin hunt people wey dem believe dey involved. This kain move, e be like film. For places like Rome, Paris, even small small cities for Africa, sudden accidents and mystery killings begin happen. E even reach say dem carry wahala enter Naija passport control, check say dem no dey use our green passport enter country anyhow.