Chapter 4 – The Hunt for Niamh
⚔️ Na Fianna Nua Safehouse – Rathmines, Dublin, 02:12
Rain lashed the cracked windows of the dimly lit safehouse. The team regrouped after the brutal Omega assault. Maps, drone feeds, and weapons lay scattered across the oak table.
Salty stood over the data stick Funji retrieved, jaw clenched tight. The betrayal still burned in his chest.
Sarah stepped beside him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder.
“We’ll find her,” she whispered.
Salty didn’t answer. His eyes flicked to her – the glow of the tactical lamp outlining her flawless features, blonde hair tied back in a rough ponytail. Her combat vest was unzipped just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage, rising and falling with each slow breath. The tight black tank top clung to her toned curves, speckled with dust and blood, making her look like an avenging Valkyrie.
For a moment, the tension broke. His eyes lingered on her chest before snapping back up to meet hers. She caught the glance and smirked faintly.
“Focus, boss,” she teased softly, leaning closer, her perfume mixing with gun oil and adrenaline. “We can deal with… distractions… after we deal with Niamh.”
Salty allowed a rare crooked smile. He reached out, brushing a stray blonde lock behind her ear.
“You’re right. Later, then.”
🦅 Funji’s Intercept
Funji entered silently, twin tanto blades strapped across his chest.
“I tracked her burner signal to a penthouse safehouse in Ballsbridge. Omega elite guards. Biological research units too.”
Sarah’s smile faded. “Biological research units? What are they planning?”
Funji slid a photo across the table. It showed a stainless steel lab, cryo pods stacked along the walls, each containing a humanoid figure with tubes in its chest.
“Weaponising human hosts. Blood-borne parasites. Standard Omega filth,” Funji said coldly.
💥 The Plan
Ye Olde Large Lad stomped in, fresh from cleaning his hammer. “So what’s the craic, boss? We smash their faces in again?”
Salty nodded. “Funji, silent infiltration from the east balcony. Ye Olde Large Lad, breach the underground parking. Sarah, you’re with me on main entry. Winky rigs their lifts. Squallshy takes sniper overwatch from the Crowne Plaza roof.”
Sarah loaded her Glock, the movement making her chest bounce lightly under her tight tank top. She caught Salty’s flicker of a glance again and smirked.
“Try to keep your eyes on the enemy, boss,” she teased.
Salty chuckled, racking his H&K 416. “I can multi-task.”
⚡ Final Words
As they geared up to move out, Sarah pressed close to him, her lips brushing his ear.
“Stay alive tonight, Seán. I want to finish what you started.”
He turned, meeting her gaze with fierce intensity.
“Count on it.”
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