The darkness was momentary, emergency generators kicking in. Adama's laughter died, replaced by a calculating gaze.
Amara leaned in, her voice low. "Why, Adama? What was the point?"
Adama's smile was back, but it was strained. "You wouldn't understand, sis. Naija's broken. I wanted... want it to rebuild."
Kwame's expression was unyielding. "By destroying it?"
Adama shrugged, wailing sirens outside punctuating the tension.
Riyanah's phone buzzed. She answered, listened, then turned to the team. "NSA's here. They've got Adama's accomplices in custody."
The room's energy shifted. It was over.
Aisha exhaled. "We stopped it."
Amara's gaze lingered on Adama, a mix of emotions warring on her face.
The authorities took Adama away, the team's eyes following.