Planning

Ebilade's gaze shifted back to the screen, the faintest smirk tracing his lips as he considered the idea. He leaned back, crossing his arms as he stared thoughtfully at the glowing interface. The notion of forming a spy organization—a covert network to tap into information others couldn't touch—sparked a gleam in his eyes, one that Ebimene hadn't seen before. It was as if Ebilade was seeing a vision unfold in front of him, the potential flickering like fire.

"Alright," Ebilade said, breaking the silence, his voice calm but carrying a new weight. "Let's do it. We'll start a spy organization."

Ebimene blinked, caught completely off guard. He leaned forward, his mouth slightly open in disbelief as he studied his brother. "Wait… you're serious?" he asked, his voice laced with both surprise and confusion. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Ebilade was focused, disciplined—a man who dealt in logistics, not espionage.