Awakening: Book 1 of the Vanquisher Series [GxG]

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Once Eagle found the poachers’ truck, Narvari and her team packed the unconscious men inside. After painting a gruesome picture with her words of the things she would do to them if they returned, the getaway driver, who looked like he would die from a heart attack, sped away into the night.

With their work done for the night, the WPU returned home. Narvari, however, made a stop at Sharmadi Tower first.

Located on the outskirts of the city, Sharmandi Tower was the tallest building in Sharmandi. It was also the headquarters of four of Sharmdandi’s security agencies including the Wildlife Protection Unit.

“So, how did I do, Cap?” Motongo bolted towards Narvari as soon as she alighted from her brown Land Cruiser. For someone with such a big brain, he was too small for his age.

He hugged Narvari around the waist while she patted him on the back. “Not bad, kiddo.”

“Not bad?” He lifted his head. “I was incredible.”

Narvari chuckled. She could not argue with that.

While most children in Sharmandi got excited about guns and combat skills, Motongo preferred the solace of his computers and anything that involved puzzles. He would often figure out the most sophisticated tech faster than anyone and by the time he was five years old, he had already established himself as his family’s tech support. At the age of six, he created a website for his mother’s bakery. At the age of seven, he designed a game as a birthday present for his older brother, Jimbaga, also Narvari’s best friend.

So of course, when six months ago, Motongo told her that he had hopes of becoming an Eagle someday, Narvari did not wait for a moment to recommend the nine-year-old to Andai, the Chief Eagle for WPU.

Andai agreed to take Motongo under his wing, teaching him everything he needed to know about their operations. And Motongo, being the quick study he was, impressed Andai enough to be given the chance to conduct his first mission as Eagle.

“Let’s go, kiddo.” Narvari took his hand and led him to the car.

They traversed a winding road through the expanse of grassland and scattered acacia trees. Motongo, as usual, would not stop chattering about all the fun he had. Occasionally, Narvari would ask questions to which he would happily reply in great detail. A brilliant smile adorned Narvari’s smooth brown face the entire time.

Soon, the outline of a gorgeous city lit brilliantly in the distance. Narvari drove past several rows of identical townhouses before finally pulling into the driveway of Motongo’s three-story house.

Jimbaga must have heard them arrive because he stuck his head out of the window at the top.

“You two had me worried.” Only four years ago, Jimbaga’s voice was higher than a dog whistle. Today, only at eighteen, his voice was deeper than the mating call of a whale.

“You don’t look worried,” Narvari said, stepping out of the car. “You look like the Cheshire Cat.”

Jimbaga laughed, his large afro bouncing to and fro. Even his hair was dramatic. “I’m coming down. Don’t leave.”

Narvari shrugged. “I won’t make any promises.”

Motongo chuckled. “Goodnight, Cap.”