Chapter 2 – Sea Battle
⚔️ Omega Financier Vessel – Engine Room, 04:39
The groaning hull echoed with klaxons and panicked shouts. Ye Olde Large Lad stomped down the narrow steel stairs, each step booming like artillery. Ahead, two Omega guards raised their rifles.
“Halt! Drop your weap–”
They never finished. Ye Olde Large Lad swung his sledgehammer in a wide arc, smashing both their heads into the bulkhead with a crunch like eggshells. Brains and blood sprayed the steel wall in a single wet splatter.
He wiped his hammer clean on one of their jackets.
“Ye were blockin’ me way, lads. Terrible manners.”
🌊 Meanwhile – Funji’s Silent Fury
Under the churning black water, Funji moved like a spectre. He surfaced quietly at the stern ladder, MP5K strapped to his back. Twin tanto blades flashed in his gloved hands.
Two Omega divers guarding the intake vents never even saw him. Their throats opened silently under his blades, blood mingling with the stormy sea as their bodies slipped beneath the waves.
Funji climbed the stern ladder, water pouring off him like a drenched shadow.
“Deck clear, boss,” he whispered into his comms.
🎯 Squallshy’s Sniper Humour
Perched atop the Fionnbharr’s crow’s nest, Squallshy’s .50 Barrett barked in thunderous retorts. Each shot cracked skulls, shredded shoulders, and sent Omega snipers flying off the decks into the ocean.
He chuckled softly over comms.
“It’s like pigeon shooting back home, except the pigeons scream more.”
🔫 Winky’s Toy in Action
On the trawler deck, Winky shouldered his smiley-face-painted SMAW rocket launcher. Rain dripped off his bald scalp as he took aim at the second Omega vessel approaching to reinforce.
“Oi, lads,” he muttered, licking his lips, “who wants to see if billionaires can swim?”
With a WHOOSH-THUD, the rocket streaked across the black waves, smashing into the hull amidships. The explosion lit the ocean in orange flame as metal tore apart and screams carried over the storm.
💥 Salty and Sarah – Tactical Sweep
Salty moved room by room, H&K barking controlled bursts into Omega’s private security. Beside him, Sarah fired her Glock with lethal grace, each tap sending a guard sprawling into their luxury lounge sofas.
They paused in a marbled corridor lined with gold-framed photos of politicians shaking Rahmani’s hand.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Guess he was popular.”
Salty smirked, flicking his rifle to burst fire. “Not anymore.”
He riddled the photos with rounds until nothing remained but shattered glass and torn plaster.
🦅 Ye Olde Large Lad’s Finale
Down in the engine room, alarms screamed. Ye Olde Large Lad planted Winky’s largest semtex brick against the reactor housing. Over comms, he grunted:
“Winky, timer set for two minutes. We better leg it or we’ll be swimming to Donegal.”
Winky’s voice crackled back. “Sure the cold’ll keep ya fresh, ya big bollocks.”
🚁 Extraction
Above, the black UH-60 swooped low over the flaming wrecks. Fast ropes dangled in the spray as Salty’s team sprinted across the deck.
Funji climbed with silent grace. Squallshy pulled himself up with calm power. Winky tripped halfway, cursing in Irish as Ye Olde Large Lad grabbed his belt and hauled him up like a rag doll.
Salty climbed last, Sarah beside him, as the first explosion ripped through the ship below, sending molten metal and fire into the sky.
💪 Final Words
Inside the vibrating chopper, soaked and battered, Ye Olde Large Lad laughed softly, patting his hammer.
“I’m gettin’ too old for this shite.”
Winky grinned. “Says the lad who caved in three skulls with a sledgehammer tonight.”
Sarah leaned her head on Salty’s shoulder, sighing.
“Another night saving Europe from itself.”
Salty just smirked, eyes cold and calm as the flaming ships shrank beneath them.
“And tomorrow… we do it again.”
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