Chapter 6 – Omega Prime Unleashed Dublin

Chapter 6 – Omega Prime Unleashed Dublin – 

Na Fianna Nua HQ, 22:37

Rain hammered the shattered skylights as Salty sat alone in his small quarters, boots up on a chair, sipping black Bushmills from a chipped enamel mug. The day’s intel flickered on his battered tablet – Omega drone strikes, cyber sabotage, EU diplomatic denials.

A quiet knock broke his focus. The door opened softly, revealing Niamh Flynn in loose fatigue trousers and a grey vest, her short black hair damp from the showers.

“Can’t sleep,” she whispered.

Salty gestured her in, eyes narrowing slightly. “Sit down.”

She closed the door behind her, crossing the room to stand between his knees, her trembling hands resting on his shoulders. Their kiss was slow and desperate, grief and adrenaline burning through their veins.

They undressed quietly, folding clothes into a neat pile by the cot. Their lovemaking was quiet, rhythmic, almost tactical – a deliberate reconnection in a world of chaos.

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❤️ Afterwards

Niamh lay curled against his chest, her fingers tracing his ribcage tattoos in the dim lamp glow.

“You scare me, Seán,” she whispered.

Salty opened one eye lazily. “How so, girl?”

“You never seem afraid… even when death is certain.”

Salty’s mouth twitched into a humourless smile. “I’m always afraid. Just too old and stubborn to show it.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his chest and drifted into sleep.

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🕷️ The Revelation

At 04:12, Salty’s eyes snapped open. He lay silent, heartbeat steady, feeling Niamh’s breathing against him. Something gnawed at his tactical instincts – tiny details over weeks: her flawless infiltration logs, untraceable offshore crypto wallets, small hesitations when Rahmani’s name came up.

Slowly, he slid out of bed, wrapping a blanket around his waist. He picked up her wrist implant quietly and connected it to his encrypted tablet.

Within seconds, his screen lit up:

“Omega Prime Handler – Asset Codename: SILKEN VIPER.”

Lines of covert reports streamed down – daily operational intelligence fed directly to Rahmani.

Salty exhaled slowly, rage and betrayal simmering beneath his calm exterior. But then his tactical mind clicked. An idea formed, cold and lethal.

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⚔️ The Omega Prime Ambush

At dawn, Omega Prime hit Na Fianna Nua HQ like a thunderclap. Armoured SUVs tore through the gates, heavy calibre miniguns shredding defensive barricades. Black-clad operators in powered exo-rigs stormed through the wreckage, unleashing silenced bursts from HK MP7s.

Salty directed the counterfire calmly, weaving through dust clouds with his H&K 416 barking controlled two-round taps. Ruairí fired slug after slug from his Benelli, sending Omega bodies crashing backwards into rubble.

Niamh, helmet on, screamed coordinates into comms, fingers flying across her wristpad to jam Omega drone frequencies.

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💀 Salty’s Gambit

During a brief lull, Salty pulled her into the comms room, slamming the reinforced door shut.

She flinched at the raw fury in his eyes. “Seán… what’s wrong?”

He held up her wristpad, scrolling the damning intel logs. Her face drained of colour.

“Don’t,” she whispered, tears brimming.

“Why?” Salty asked quietly, voice deadly calm.

“They had my sister… in Dubai. I… I didn’t want this, Seán. I didn’t!” Her sobs shook her thin shoulders.

Salty inhaled deeply. Then he leaned in, his gravelly voice almost tender. “Listen to me carefully. You’re going to feed Rahmani false data. You’re going to become my viper now.”

She stared at him through tears. “You… you’d still trust me?”

His brown eyes hardened like iron. “Trust you? No. Use you? Absolutely.”