Chapter 1 – A New Shadow
🌃 Dublin – Abandoned Intel Headquarters, 02:45
Rain lashed the broken windows of the old Intel campus. Inside, flickering emergency lights illuminated scattered circuit boards and overturned server racks. Salty moved silently down the corridor, H&K raised. Funji was a shadow beside him, tanto blades drawn.
Behind them, Ye Olde Large Lad lumbered forward, M249 loaded, sledgehammer clanking against his thigh. Winky followed, whistling softly, his smiley-face RPG strapped to his back.
Sarah and Niamh covered their rear, both clad in tight tactical tops under plate carriers. Sarah’s blonde ponytail swished as she scanned the darkness, chest rising with each steady breath.
“Anything, Funji?” Salty whispered.
Funji shook his head silently. Then he froze, eyes narrowing. “Heat signatures. Two men, large. Another… female… tied to a chair.”
🔥 The Rescue
They kicked open the door. Inside, Omega enforcers stood over Squallshy, beaten but alive, duct-taped to a chair. The two guards spun around, AKS-74Us raised, but Funji slit their throats in a silent whirl of steel.
Squallshy grinned through his bloodied lips. “Took your bloody time lads. They’re sellin’ tactical nukes to Iranian proxies in Brussels tomorrow.”
Salty’s eyes darkened. “Then we intercept them tonight.”
🚗 High-Speed Escape
Outside, Omega reinforcements roared up in black Land Cruisers. Salty’s team sprinted for their armoured Audi Q7s.
“Drive!” Sarah shouted, vaulting into the passenger seat beside Salty. Her tactical top clung tight to her chest, cleavage gleaming under flickering streetlights.
Omega SUVs gave chase down the M50. Funji leaned out the window, dual-wielding MP5Ks in disciplined bursts. Bullets sparked off the rear bumper as the SUVs rammed their flanks.
Ye Olde Large Lad fired his M249 from the sunroof of the second Audi, rounds shredding an Omega Land Cruiser and sending it flipping down the motorway in flaming wreckage.
“Try ramming me now ya muppets!” he roared.
⚡ The Double Cross
In the convoy command vehicle behind them, Niamh’s Omega handler – a shadowy ex-CIA operator named ‘Cross’ – watched the chase unfold on his tactical tablet. He grinned darkly.
“Pull them towards the docks. Iranian buyers await.”
☢️ Meanwhile – Bandar Abbas, Iran
Iran’s Supreme Command gathered in a fortified bunker. Overhead, USAF bombers patrolled the Gulf, nuclear warheads armed. Iranian generals finalised launch plans for counter-strike missiles hidden in mountain silos. The world teetered on the brink.
💥 Final Scene
Salty floored the accelerator, dodging RPG fire from the Omega SUVs behind.
“Sarah, Funji – plan C.”
Sarah smirked, flicking open a detonator. “Bye-bye boys.”
Behind them, Winky’s rigged fuel truck exploded in a towering inferno, incinerating two Omega vehicles and lighting the Dublin port skyline in orange hellfire.
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