Chapter 8 – Cork Harbour Siege
⚔️ Cork Harbour – Dawn, 05:03
The first grey light of dawn broke over the misty harbour. Cranes loomed like silent sentinels over rows of stacked containers. Inside the steel labyrinth, Omega troops in black ceramic armour patrolled, SMGs at the ready.
In a concealed van near the docks, Salty gathered his team. His blue eyes were icy calm as he surveyed the tactical feed on his tablet.
Niamh sat beside him, wearing tactical grey cargo trousers and a fitted black top. Her wrists were still bruised from the shackles. She shifted uncomfortably under Funji’s watchful gaze.
“Remember your role today,” Salty said coldly. “You’ll use Omega’s secure comms to redirect patrols away from our breach point.”
She nodded shakily, meeting his gaze. “I owe you everything, Seán. I won’t fail you again.”
Sarah eyed Niamh with wary disdain, adjusting the Velcro on her chest rig, the tight tank top beneath stretching across her toned cleavage. “If she betrays us again, boss, I’ll put a round through her myself.”
Salty just nodded, racking his H&K 416. “Understood.”
💥 The Breach
Ye Olde Large Lad smashed the van’s rear door open and stepped out, M249 loaded, sledgehammer strapped across his back like Thor.
“Time for breakfast lads. Bacon and bullets.”
Funji melted into the shadows, disappearing towards the east gantry with his tanto blades drawn.
Squallshy set up atop a shipping crane, Barrett .50 resting on its bipod as he scanned the yard for overwatch.
Winky jogged past with his smiley-face RPG slung over his shoulder, humming “Whiskey in the Jar” under his breath.
🎯 Niamh’s Redemption
Inside the van, Niamh donned her comms headset, voice trembling slightly as she typed in Omega’s override codes.
“Redirecting north patrols… disabling drone feeds… marking Omega convoy trucks for C4 placement…”
Salty glanced back at her, eyes narrowed. “You’re doing good. Keep them blind.”
She gave him a small, grateful smile.
🔫 The Fight Begins
Funji moved like a silent wraith across the gantries, slitting two guards’ throats before they even drew breath. Their blood pooled on the cold metal walkway as he continued forward, eyes cold with focus.
Ye Olde Large Lad stormed into the central yard, opening fire with his M249 in sweeping arcs. Bullets ripped through Omega troopers, sending them flying like ragdolls.
“Come on ya bastards!” he roared, laughter booming with every kill.
🦠 The Parasite Berserkers
From the convoy trucks, the rear doors burst open. Figures stumbled out, half-naked, covered in dried blood and sores. Their eyes glowed with feverish madness as the parasites took control.
Sarah raised her MP5K, swallowing back nausea. “God… they’ve infected them all…”
Salty’s face was stone. “Put them down. Fast and clean.”
⚡ The Carnage
The berserkers charged, screaming guttural roars as they sprinted at unnatural speed. Salty and Sarah fired in controlled bursts, each round punching through twisted skulls and torsos.
Funji landed behind two infected, slicing both spines in a single smooth motion.
Squallshy’s Barrett thundered from above, heads exploding like rotten melons under his precise shots.
Winky danced into the convoy line, slapping C4 bricks onto fuel tanks and giggling maniacally.
“Who wants fireworks lads?”
🚁 Extraction and Humour
As the final infected collapsed in bloody heaps, Ye Olde Large Lad carried two Omega corpses by their belts like rubbish bags, tossing them into a flaming container.
“Waste disposal sorted, boss.”
Niamh emerged from the van, shaky but proud. “Patrol routes are still offline. Your extraction is clear.”
Salty clapped her lightly on the shoulder. “Not bad for a traitor.”
She flushed, looking away. “Trying to be less of a traitor lately.”
Sarah smirked. “Keep it that way, love, or I’ll redecorate your pretty face.”
❤️ Final Scene – Quiet Aftermath
In the roaring Blackhawk as they lifted from the flaming harbour, Sarah leaned against Salty, exhausted. Her tank top was splattered with blood, her cleavage heaving with each ragged breath.
“We did good today,” she whispered.
Salty kissed her temple softly. “We did.”
Niamh watched them from across the cabin, tears burning her eyes. She knew she could never undo her betrayal – but for now, she was on the right side again.
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