Chapter 8 – Love, Betrayal & Nuclear Threat

Chapter 8 – Love, Betrayal & Nuclear Threat

🌆 Berlin – Omega’s Last Fortress, 02:00

Heavy rain slashed across Omega’s towering black fortress near Berlin’s abandoned Tempelhof airport. Armed mechs and elite mercs patrolled the perimeter under sweeping floodlights.

Inside the team’s armoured van, Salty checked his H&K, breathing slow and calm despite the nuclear chaos awaiting them.

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💔 Romantic Confessions

🪓 Ye Olde Large Lad & Sarah

As Sarah tightened her tactical harness, Ye Olde Large Lad stared at her, his massive ginger-bearded face unusually soft.

“Sarah… if I don’t make it out… just know… yer the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. An’ I’ve seen a fair few… at Coppers on a Saturday.”

Sarah chuckled, kissing his cheek softly. “Stay alive, Paddy. There’s no beer in heaven.”

His heart thundered as he nodded, tears misting his eyes.

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✈️ WhizzAir & Niamh

WhizzAir flicked drone toggles nervously as Niamh checked his drone feeds over his shoulder.

“You’re brilliant, Liam,” she whispered, brushing her auburn hair aside.

He blushed deeply. **“Ah stop, Niamh. You’ll overheat me transmitter.”

She kissed him quickly on the lips. “Come back to me alive, drone boy.”

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🔪 Funji & Susan

Funji sat sharpening his tanto blades silently when Susan knelt before him, checking his pulse ox for pre-battle vitals.

“You always so quiet, Funji?”

He looked into her warm brown eyes and, for the first time in years, spoke.

“You… are beautiful.”

Her heart skipped as she leaned in and kissed him softly. “Let’s survive this together, okay?”

He merely nodded, eyes glittering in the dark.

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🪖 Final Briefing

Salty stood before his team, rain dripping from his tactical helmet.

“Cross has the last Omega nukes. He’s threatening Berlin, Paris, and London. This ends tonight. Funji, silent infiltration. WhizzAir, drones up. Ye Olde Large Lad, heavy breach. Sarah, Aishling – Command infiltration. Niamh, hacking support. Susan, trauma and rear guard.”

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💋 Sarah & Aishling’s Infiltration

The two stunning women moved through the fortress ventilation shafts like panthers, Sarah’s blonde ponytail and Aishling’s golden hair glinting under their IR lamps. At the command suite, they dropped silently behind two Omega officers, blades slicing throats in perfect synchrony.

“Nice form,” Aishling whispered.

Sarah winked, blood dripping down her cleavage. “Likewise, love.”

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🔫 Funji’s Silent Killstorm

In the generator room, Funji moved like liquid death, tanto blades flashing. Eight Omega engineers fell before alarms could blare. He sheathed his blades silently, eyes cold as night.

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⚡ WhizzAir’s Drone Carnage

Outside, WhizzAir launched two micro drones packed with HE grenades under Omega’s lead mech. Explosions ripped through its servos, collapsing it into sparking wreckage.

“Oh lads, that’s pure art,” he giggled.

Niamh grabbed his shoulder and kissed him again, her eyes fierce. “Stay alive, Liam!”

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🪓 Ye Olde Large Lad’s Rampage

With a roar, Ye Olde Large Lad charged through Omega’s rear gate, M249 blazing. Bullets tore into mercs like scythes through wheat as he bellowed:

“FOR YOU, SARAH! YA BEAUTIFUL RIDE YA!”

He swung his sledgehammer sideways, pulverising an Omega exosuit pilot into a smear of blood and shattered armour.

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💣 Winky’s Fireworks

Winky giggled as he wired C4 to Omega’s nuclear arming station, humming Zombie by The Cranberries under his breath.

“Omega’s about to meet Dolores herself, lads.”

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🚁 Final Scene

As the fortress erupted in flames behind them, Funji carried Susan gently across debris. WhizzAir held Niamh’s trembling hand as his drones circled protectively overhead. Ye Olde Large Lad lumbered up beside Sarah, eyes filled with love and unspoken longing.

Sarah turned to Salty, who pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

“Not done yet, love,” he growled, eyes locked on the burning sky. “Cross dies tomorrow.”