EPISODE 1 — THE BOY FROM WARRI
BLOODLINE
The Omadivi Code
Book One: RED SCOPE
EPISODE 1 — THE BOY FROM WARRI
SCENE 1
Outskirt of Warri, Delta State
11:43 P.M.
Rain hammered the rusted rooftops of like bullets.
Dirty floodwater rushed through the narrow streets while distant generators growled beneath the storm. Somewhere far away, loud music played from a roadside bar, mixing with the sound of thunder and barking dogs.
Inside a tiny room behind an abandoned provision shop, a woman sat near a flickering lantern trying to sew a torn school uniform.
Her hands trembled slightly.
Not from age.
From stress.
Her name was Amina.
And tonight, she could not focus.
A young boy slept quietly on a thin mattress nearby, one arm wrapped around an old biology textbook that looked too advanced for his age.
The boy’s name was Hayy.
Eight years old.
Too observant for a child.
Lightning flashed through the cracked window briefly, illuminating the room:
peeling walls
leaking ceiling
two plastic chairs
a cooking pot near the corner
unpaid electricity bills stacked beside the lantern
The kind of poverty people got used to surviving.
Until survival stopped working.
Amina suddenly looked toward the door.
Footsteps outside.
Multiple.
Slow.
Heavy.
Her breathing changed instantly.
Hayy noticed even while pretending to sleep.
That was the first thing years of hardship had taught him:
fear changes breathing before it changes words.
BANG.
A hard knock slammed against the wooden door.
Amina froze.
Another knock came.
Harder this time.
“Open the door.”
Male voice.
Cold.
Not drunk.
Not joking.
Hayy slowly sat up from the mattress.
“Aunty…”
Amina immediately turned toward him.
“Stay quiet.”
The footsteps outside shifted again.
Then another voice spoke:
“We know he’s inside.”
Silence swallowed the room.
Rain kept falling.
The lantern flickered weakly.
Hayy looked at his mother carefully for the first time that night and realized something terrifying:
she looked defeated.
Not scared.
Defeated.
Like somebody who already knew how the night would end.
SCENE 2
THE MEN OUTSIDE
Across the street, two black SUVs waited with their headlights off.
Rainwater reflected across the dark vehicles while armed men stood nearby beneath umbrellas.
One of them checked his wristwatch impatiently.
Gold rings.
Scar above left eyebrow.
Dark native attire beneath a raincoat.
People in Warri called him General Boro.
He looked toward the building calmly.
“Still not opening?”
One of his men shook his head.
“She’s stubborn.”
General Boro sighed softly.
“Stubborn people usually confuse courage with delay.”
Then he extended his hand.
A bodyguard immediately placed a pistol into it.
Not flashy.
Black.
Suppressed.
Professional.
A younger gang member beside him frowned nervously.
“Boss… are we sure the child saw nothing?”
General Boro looked at him slowly.
Rain rolled down the side of his face.
“There’s no such thing as a harmless witness.”
The younger man went quiet immediately.
Across the road, thunder rolled through the city again.
Then—
The door upstairs opened slightly.
Amina stepped into the rain.
Her wrapper clung tightly against the storm while fear hid behind her exhausted eyes.
General Boro walked toward her calmly.
“Where is it?”
Amina swallowed hard.
“I don’t have it anymore.”
Wrong answer.
One of the armed men slapped her violently across the face.
Hayy flinched from inside the room after hearing the impact.
General Boro didn’t react.
He simply stared at her.
“Last chance.”
Amina slowly shook her head.
“I already told you…”
Her voice cracked slightly.
“…I gave it away.”
That answer changed everything.
The rain suddenly felt colder.
General Boro stepped closer.
“To who?”
Amina remained silent.
And silence can be dangerous when powerful men are impatient.
SCENE 3
HOTEL ROOM IN WARRI
Nearly 48 minutes away, another man sat awake inside a silent office overlooking the city lights.
Unlike the outskirt, the city looked polished.
Controlled.
Expensive.
Chief Omadivi stood near a giant glass window holding a cup of black coffee while classical music played softly behind him.
Everything about the room felt disciplined:
dark wooden shelves
military books
expensive art
clean black furniture
perfectly arranged documents
No clutter.
No wasted movement.
Even the guards outside his room stood unnaturally still.
A bald man entered quietly.
Muscular build.
Scar across his jaw.
Gabriel Crowe.
“The situation is getting unstable,” Crowe said.
Omadivi didn’t turn immediately.
“And the woman?”
Crowe hesitated briefly.
“She’s refusing to cooperate.”
Omadivi took another slow sip of coffee.
Then finally asked:
“The child?”
“Still alive.”
Silence.
Warri’s city lights reflected across the office glass.
Crowe folded his arms.
“You think he matters?”
Omadivi finally turned around.
His eyes looked calm.
Too calm.
“The future usually hides itself inside small things.”
That answer clearly confused Crowe.
Omadivi placed the coffee cup down carefully.
“Prepare the convoy.”
“You’re going personally?”
“Yes.”
Crowe frowned slightly.
“For a child?”
Omadivi adjusted the sleeve of his black suit.
“No.”
His voice lowered.
“For what follows him.”
SCENE 4
THE SHOOTING
Back in Warri outskirt—
Everything collapsed quickly.
One second General Boro stood calmly in the rain.
The next—
Amina ran.
Not away from danger.
Toward the room.
Toward Hayy.
BANG!
The suppressed gunshot barely sounded real.
Amina stumbled forward instantly.
Hayy’s eyes widened.
Blood spread across her clothes as she crashed against the doorway.
“Aunty!”
She grabbed him immediately.
Hard.
Desperate.
“Listen to me.”
Her breathing shook violently now.
“You must run.”
Outside, footsteps thundered toward the building.
Hayy was crying openly now.
“I don’t want to leave you!”
Another gunshot struck the wall beside them.
Wood exploded across the room.
Amina pushed something small into his hands.
A flash drive.
Black.
Tiny.
Important enough to kill for.
“Take this.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t let them have it.”
The front door burst open downstairs.
Men shouting.
Boots stomping upward.
Hayy’s heartbeat slammed wildly inside his chest.
Amina grabbed his face weakly.
“Listen carefully.”
Tears mixed with rainwater on her skin.
“Whatever happens next…”
Her voice broke.
“…do not trust anybody easily.”
Then she pushed him toward the back window.
The last thing Hayy saw before climbing into the storm was his mother reaching for a hidden pistol beneath the mattress.
Then—
Gunfire exploded inside the room.
SCENE 5
THE MAN IN BLACK
Hayy ran blindly through the flooded alleys for some minutes.
Rain soaked his clothes instantly while distant voices shouted behind him.
His lungs burned.
His legs hurt.
But fear pushed him harder.
He turned another corner—
And froze.
Black SUVs blocked the road ahead.
More armed men.
Nowhere left to run.
Hayy backed away slowly.
Heart pounding.
One of the vehicle doors opened.
A tall man stepped out wearing a black coat despite the rain.
No umbrella.
No body armor.
Just presence.
The armed men around him immediately straightened.
Respect.
Fear.
Authority.
Chief Omadivi.
Hayy stared silently at him beneath the storm.
Omadivi looked down at the frightened boy carefully.
Then his eyes shifted toward the flash drive still clutched tightly in Hayy’s hand.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The rain poured heavily between them.
Neither moved.
Then distant gunfire echoed again from the building behind.
Omadivi looked back toward Hayy calmly.
“What’s your name?”
The boy swallowed hard.
“…Hayy.”
Omadivi studied him for another long second.
Then finally spoke:
“Get in the car.”
Hayy didn’t move.
“Why?”
Omadivi’s expression never changed.
“Because if you stay here tonight…”
Lightning flashed across the flooded street.
“…you die.”
END OF EPISODE 1
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