Kevo’s fingers hovered over the mechanical keyboard, the plastic keys feeling cold against his sweat-slicked fingertips.
His right hand was completely free, but the heavy barrel of Sergeant Mwangi’s service pistol was pressed firmly against the base of his neck.
"Type the string, kijana," Mwangi growled into his ear, his grip tightening on the heavy weapon.
"No games, or your mother’s story ends tonight along with yours right here in this office."
Kevo didn't type the decryption password; instead, he slammed a rapid combination of keys: Ctrl + Alt + T to open a hidden system terminal.
He executed a localized network flood script he had hidden on his system and hit the Enter key with absolute finality.
The custom script bridged the laptop's active wireless connection, routing The Cleaner's high-speed hacking tunnel directly into Mwangi’s encrypted police radio frequencies.
Within two seconds, the laptop screen went dark, and Mwangi’s handheld radio erupted into a deafening screech of pure digital feedback.
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