Chapter 2 – Brussels Black Market
🌃 Brussels – Omega’s Underground Auction House, 22:13
The black-market auction was held beneath an abandoned metro station. Dusty escalators led down into flickering fluorescent darkness, where crates of weapons, uranium rods, and parasite canisters lined the walls. Heavy iron doors sealed off private VIP suites.
Men in tailored suits and tactical body armour mingled under the harsh lights. Iranian Revolutionary Guard officers, Russian mobsters, Pakistani ISI handlers, and rogue European defense contractors sipped cocktails while bidding millions on the world’s darkest wares.
At the auctioneer podium stood Rahman Patel’s cousin, a skinny Indian man with a twitchy eye, droning into a cracked microphone:
“Next item, Pakistani tactical nuclear warhead, unmarked, 45kg yield, starting at 40 million USD.”
🔫 Team Entry
Salty’s team entered disguised as Belgian tactical contractors. Sarah wore a tight black tactical dress, cleavage pushing up perfectly as she walked with silent confidence, MP7 hidden in her thigh holster. Men’s eyes followed her with slack-jawed hunger.
Beside her, Funji wore a plain grey suit over his blade harness, looking like an Asian businessman until someone noticed his dead shark eyes.
Ye Olde Large Lad squeezed into a tuxedo three sizes too small. His massive biceps ripped the sleeves.
“I look like a fat James Bond, boss,” he growled into comms.
Winky, dressed in an ill-fitting waiter’s uniform, carried a silver tray with canapés… and three mini C4 bricks arranged under the vol-au-vents.
“Careful lads, these hors d’oeuvres pack quite a punch,” he giggled over comms.
💋 Sarah’s Seduction
Sarah approached General Farzad Gharebani, an Iranian nuclear strategist with a grey beard and hungry eyes.
“General,” she purred in flawless Farsi, leaning forward so her tight neckline revealed her perfect cleavage. “Care for a private demonstration?”
He swallowed hard. “My dear, I would buy anything you sell.”
She slipped a USB stick into his laptop port under the table, flicking her hair as her program copied all his tactical nuclear files.
“Thank you General. My team will be in touch.”
She turned away, rolling her eyes as he stared slack-jawed at her swaying hips.
⚡ Funji’s Silent Chaos
Funji drifted through the auction floor like a phantom, sliding a poisoned tanto into the ribs of an Omega enforcer before pushing him gently against a wall to slump as if sleeping. Another guard stepped into a bathroom – Funji followed, a silent slash, and the man crumpled with a gurgling sigh.
💥 Auction Rupture
Ye Olde Large Lad planted two kilos of C4 under the Pakistani warhead crate. He whispered into comms:
“If this goes off, Belgium won’t be famous for chocolate anymore lads.”
Winky snorted. “Imagine the TripAdvisor reviews: ‘Great waffles, but nuclear meltdown ruined the holiday.’”
Sarah rolled her eyes, hiding a smirk. Salty just grunted.
☢️ Betrayal Revealed
At the far end, Niamh, wearing a black cocktail dress, typed rapidly on her tablet. Her eyes flicked up, wide with horror.
“Boss… Cross is here. He’s buying the nukes for Omega’s Shadow Syndicate. He’ll detonate them in Iran and blame America to start World War III.”
Salty’s jaw tightened.
“Then we kill him here.”
🚗 The Escape – Car Chase
The alarms sounded as Funji’s sabotage tripped security. Salty and the team sprinted back up the escalators as Omega mercs opened fire. Bullets sparked off steel columns as Sarah returned fire with her MP7, rounds punching clean through two guards’ faces.
Outside, Winky slammed the ignition on their stolen Audi RS6. Funji jumped into the rear seat, calmly reloading his suppressed G36C.
Omega SUVs gave chase through Brussels’ medieval streets. Cobblestones shattered under heavy tyres as Ye Olde Large Lad leaned out the window, spraying his M249 wildly.
“Excuse me officer, is this the way to nuclear disarmament?!” he bellowed with manic laughter.
Sarah laughed breathlessly beside Salty, adrenaline mixing with desire as he drifted the Audi through a hairpin turn at 160 km/h.
💣 Final Words
Behind them, a towering explosion lit the city as Funji’s remote detonations ignited the auction house and Omega’s stolen nukes in a brief, controlled nuclear inferno.
Winky cheered from the back seat, clutching his smiley RPG like a teddy bear.
“Boom goes the diplomatic incident!”
Sarah kissed Salty’s cheek, sweat and gunpowder mingling on her lips.
“You’re the best date I’ve ever had.”
Salty grunted, eyes locked on the glowing horizon.
“Not done yet, love.”
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