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Title: Content: Charles Kabowa spotted the blue Polo Vivo the moment he turned the corner. The Durban �research team��or so they had claimed yesterday�was already waiting outside Alomwe Computer Shop. Inside the car sat Thabo and Themba, operatives prepared for a simple mission: to retrieve the laptop they had left for a supposed hardware upgrade. To Charles, they were merely polite out-of-towners with a laptop problem�their supplier had failed to deliver the hard drive the day before, and now they might finally have it. He acknowledged them with a curt nod, nothing more, before turning his attention to the shop�s security shutters. The heavy key ring jingled in his grip as he worked through the four locks, each click echoing in the quiet morning air. Across town, Lindani and Mantwa were still recovering from last night�s excesses at Sahara Night Club, while Brigadier Mabena was en route to meet General Kunene, newly arrived in Johannesburg on separate mission. For Thabo and Themba, this should have been effortless�in and out, no complications. Then the boys appeared. They moved with deliberate ease, a pack of four, sharing a single backpack between them. The bag was all wrong�too refined, too expensive. A rugged, high-end model built for durability, the kind strapped to a consultant or a field technician, not carried by teenagers in scuffed sneakers and faded T-shirts. The contrast was too sharp, too intentional. They handled it with deliberate care, as if aware of its worth. From the Polo, Thabo and Themba watched in silence. The leader�a lean kid with sharp, assessing eyes�stepped forward and murmured something to Charles while the others fanned out, scanning the street with the quiet alertness of those who knew how to watch without being seen. �You are seeing this?� Thabo muttered, leaning forward. Themba�s gaze didn�t waver. �Yeah, once they�re inside, I move. You stay put�no need to draw attention.� As if sensing the weight of their scrutiny, one of the boys flicked a glance toward the Polo. The leader followed his gaze, pausing only a second before Charles waved dismissively, explaining them away as customers. The tension eased, but the boys� vigilance didn�t. The final lock released with a metallic snap. Charles and two of the boys heaved the shutter upward, its groan cutting through the morning stillness. Page Number: Update Page