Chapter 10 – The Final Siege
⚔️ Omega’s Last Fortress – Brussels, Belgium, 23:59
The moon hung high over Omega’s brutalist headquarters – a dark tower of steel and concrete rising above the silent Belgian capital. Anti-aircraft batteries ringed its upper decks, their barrels tracking the dark skies like hungry serpents.
Inside the main war room, General Udoff paced before his digital strategy table, fingers drumming impatiently on the cold metal. Omega’s elite guards – exo-rig troopers with chrome masks – lined the walls in silent readiness.
“They are coming,” Udoff hissed. “Let them come.”
💥 The Infiltration
At ground level, Funji and Winky scaled the east ventilation shafts. Funji’s blades shimmered under the security lights, his movements silent as shadows.
Ye Olde Large Lad led the charge through the underground access tunnels, his hammer slung over his back and M249 loaded with fresh belts. Each step shook the concrete floor.
“Time to redecorate the Belgian interior lads,” he growled.
🎯 Squallshy’s Opening Shot
From a crane half a kilometre away, Squallshy lined up his Barrett .50 on the upper command deck window.
BOOM!
The round punched through reinforced glass, exploding an Omega sniper’s skull in a wet, pink mist. The corpse tumbled 30 storeys down into the floodlit courtyard.
“Window cleaning service complete,” Squallshy hummed over comms.
🔫 The Final Assault
Salty and Sarah led the breach team through the shattered lobby. Omega guards in full tactical gear opened fire. Bullets tore chunks out of marble pillars as Salty returned fire with short, controlled bursts from his H&K.
Sarah dropped two with perfect headshots, her tight black tank top smeared with dust and blood. She moved with savage grace, blonde hair tied back, sweat glistening on her chest.
They pushed up the stairwells, room by room, bullet by bullet.
❤️ Sarah and Salty – Under Fire
Halfway up, they ducked behind a burning server rack to reload. Sarah leaned close, breathing raggedly, cleavage rising and falling under her vest.
“If we die tonight…”
Salty grabbed her by the back of the neck, kissing her hard amidst the chaos. Their lips broke apart only when an explosion rocked the stairwell.
“We’re not dying tonight,” he growled, racking his rifle.
⚡ Niamh’s Redemption
In the central comms room, Niamh hacked Omega’s satellite uplinks, re-routing drone strikes away from civilian zones. Tears streamed down her cheeks as alarms screamed around her.
Two Omega troopers burst in. She drew Funji’s spare tanto from her belt and stabbed the first in the throat before slashing the second’s femoral artery. Blood sprayed the console as she sobbed:
“No more innocent blood… no more…”
She activated the mainframe’s self-destruct and whispered a prayer as the timer began its countdown.
💥 The Final Confrontation
At the command deck, Salty kicked the doors open. General Udoff turned, cybernetic eyes glowing red.
“Mr. Salty. You think this ends with me?”
Salty raised his H&K and fired three rounds into Udoff’s chest. The general staggered back, metal jaw clattering, before Salty walked up and shot him clean through the forehead.
“Ends with you tonight,” Salty said coldly.
🚁 Extraction
Outside, Ye Olde Large Lad swung his hammer into the last Omega exo-rig trooper, caving in its helmet like a beer can. Funji emerged from the shadows, blood dripping from his tanto blades.
Squallshy provided covering fire from above as their Blackhawk descended under heavy flak.
Sarah gripped Salty’s arm tightly as they boarded.
“We did it,” she whispered.
He kissed her softly, feeling her tears mix with sweat and blood.
“We did.”
🌄 Epilogue – Dawn Over Europe
The sun rose over the silent Belgian plains as the Blackhawk flew west. Inside, the team sat in exhausted silence.
Niamh stared out the window, bandaged and pale, tears streaming down her face. Salty placed a gloved hand on her shoulder.
“You earned your place back today.”
She turned to him, eyes red. “Thank you, Seán.”
Ye Olde Large Lad leaned back, hammer across his knees. “Right lads… what’s for breakfast? I’m starvin’.”
Funji cleaned his blades wordlessly while Winky dozed off cuddling his RPG like a teddy bear.
Squallshy hummed a quiet gospel tune as the helicopter banked towards Ireland.
Sarah rested her head against Salty’s chest, her breathing calm, her body warm against his armour.
He looked out across the horizon and allowed himself a rare smile.
“Mission complete… for now.”
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