Chapter 6 – The Belgian Lab Raid
⚔️ Omega Underground Lab – Antwerp, Belgium, 23:49
A blood-red moon loomed over Antwerp’s skyline as Salty’s team moved through the silent industrial park. Floodlights flickered against razor wire fences. Deep beneath the ground, Omega’s secret biological lab pulsed with cold fluorescent light.
Inside, rows of cryo pods lined steel corridors. Each pod contained twisted, half-formed human hybrids, tubes snaking from their chests into massive nutrient vats. Screens displayed parasite growth data, blood-borne pathogen replication rates, and genetic degradation experiments.
💥 Silent Entry
Funji led the infiltration, twin tanto blades slicing the throats of two guards outside the freight lift. Their bodies crumpled without a sound.
Ye Olde Large Lad stomped forward, sledgehammer ready. Winky whispered over comms:
“Don’t smash anything expensive till we download their files, big lad.”
Ye Olde Large Lad just grunted. “No promises.”
🦠 Horror Revealed
Sarah scanned a cryo pod monitor, her eyes widening with disgust.
“These… these are people infected with engineered parasites. Omega’s building a bio-slave army.”
Salty clenched his fists around his H&K, fury burning in his blue eyes.
“We end this here.”
🎯 Squallshy’s Overwatch
Up on the old refinery’s gas tower, Squallshy lined up his Barrett .50 as Omega reinforcements poured out of parked APCs.
BOOM!
A gunner’s head exploded in a crimson mist. He chambered calmly.
“Plenty more where that came from, ya ugly feckers.”
🔫 The Firefight
The lab erupted in gunfire. Salty led Sarah and Funji down the central aisle, spraying Omega troopers with precise three-round bursts. Sarah dual-wielded her Glock and an MP5K taken from a fallen guard, clearing corners with surgical ferocity.
Ye Olde Large Lad smashed exo-rig troopers aside, his hammer denting titanium chest plates like beer cans. Each swing cracked bone and armour alike, his roars echoing through the sterile chambers.
💻 Winky’s Download
At the central server, Winky tapped furiously. His eyes widened at the data streams.
“Boss, they’re smuggling infected immigrants into Europe, using them as biological Trojan horses to spread their parasite strains. It’s full-scale demographic warfare.”
Salty growled, eyes cold.
“Blow the servers. No evidence left behind.”
🚗 The Escape – Car Chase
Outside, alarms screamed. The team sprinted to their exfil SUVs as Omega APCs roared into the yard, searchlights slicing through the night.
Salty jumped into the driver’s seat of the lead Audi Q7. Sarah climbed in beside him, chest heaving under her tactical vest, her tight tank top clinging with sweat and blood spray. For a split second, their eyes locked – tension charged with adrenaline and desire.
“Drive,” she breathed.
Salty slammed the accelerator. The SUV fishtailed on the wet concrete, roaring down the yard as Omega APCs pursued, heavy caliber rounds shredding chain-link fences around them.
⚡ High-Speed Pursuit
Funji fired out the rear passenger window with his MP5K, clipping a gunner’s helmet clean off. Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off the Audi’s bulletproof chassis.
Ye Olde Large Lad rode shotgun in the second SUV, his M249 resting on the window frame. He squeezed the trigger, shredding Omega troops trying to block their path with flaming debris.
“Move it ya fanny-fondlers!” he roared, brass casings pouring into his lap.
🔥 Bridge Ambush
Ahead, an Omega roadblock sealed the main bridge out of Antwerp. Armoured Humvees bristled with RPGs and M2 .50 cals.
Salty’s eyes narrowed.
“Sarah… hold tight.”
He flicked a switch on the dash. Twin M134 mini-guns deployed from the Audi’s roof rails, barrels spinning with a savage whine.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!
The Humvees erupted in flame and shredded steel as the mini-guns swept left to right. Explosions shook the bridge as Salty drove straight through the fireball, engine roaring with fury.
💪 Escape
Behind them, Winky’s SUV followed, flames reflecting in his wide eyes as he screamed:
“This is better than roller coasters!”
❤️ Aftermath
Hours later, the team regrouped in a Belgian forest hideout. The vehicles steamed with engine heat in the cold dawn. Sarah leaned against the Audi bonnet, wiping blood and sweat from her neck, her cleavage glistening in the pale sunrise.
Salty stepped up close, his gaze locked on hers, fierce and protective.
“You alright?”
She smiled faintly, chest still heaving. “I will be… as long as you’re with me.”
He brushed a blood-stained lock of hair behind her ear, feeling her shiver at his touch.
“Always,” he whispered.
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