Chapter 9 – Cross’s Endgame (Part 1)
🌃 Berlin – Omega’s Nuclear Launch Facility, 03:45
A cold mist hung low over the pine forest as Salty’s team advanced towards Omega’s final stronghold – a buried nuclear command silo hidden under an abandoned WW2 airfield.
Inside the armoured Q7, the team sat in grim silence, weapons primed, hearts pounding.
🪖 Final Briefing
Salty studied the satellite feed flickering on WhizzAir’s tablet.
“Cross is in the command bunker. He’s armed three tactical nukes targeting London, Paris, and Washington. Funji, you’re lead infiltration. WhizzAir, drone sabotage. Ye Olde Large Lad, frontal breach. Sarah and Aishling – infiltration and seduction. Niamh, hacking support. Susan, trauma triage. Winky – prep fireworks. This ends tonight.”
They nodded, silent warriors united under flickering green NVG glow.
💋 Sarah & Aishling’s Seduction Infiltration
Inside the bunker’s executive wing, Sarah and Aishling stalked down marble corridors lined with Omega banners. Two elite mercs blocked their path.
Aishling flicked her golden hair, cleavage spilling from her tactical catsuit. “Boys, it’s been a long war…”
Before they could reply, Sarah stabbed both men simultaneously in the throat, blood spraying across Aishling’s chest.
“Messy again,” Aishling sighed, wiping a spatter from her cleavage. “Worth it though.”
🔫 Funji’s Silent Storm
In the ventilation shafts, Funji advanced like a living shadow. Two Omega engineers died silently under his tanto blades before he dropped into the generator room, slicing throats in perfect fluid arcs.
His eyes burned with an emotion no one had seen before – rage.
⚡ WhizzAir’s Drone Chaos
Outside, WhizzAir guided his micro drones over the nuclear missile silos, dropping EMP charges onto Omega’s targeting relays. Sparks and flames erupted from control boxes as alarms blared across the bunker complex.
“Ya can’t launch if ya can’t see, ya bollox!” he laughed.
Niamh kissed his cheek, eyes shining. “You’re brilliant, Liam. Stay alive.”
🪓 Ye Olde Large Lad’s Frontal Assault
Ye Olde Large Lad charged through the east blast doors, M249 roaring like thunder. Bullets tore into Omega’s last defenders as he bellowed:
“FOR YOU, SARAH! YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY GAA FINAL!”
He swung his sledgehammer sideways, smashing an Omega exosuit pilot into a shower of blood and bone fragments.
💣 Winky’s Fireworks
In the nuclear arming chamber, Winky giggled as he wired C4 to each warhead rack.
“Omega wanted a bang… now they’ll get a feckin’ biblical one.”
❤️ Final Intimate Moment
In the dark command corridor, Salty grabbed Sarah by the waist, pulling her into him. Their eyes locked in the flickering red alarm lights.
“If we don’t make it out…” Sarah whispered, her voice trembling as tears filled her eyes.
Salty kissed her hard, their bodies pressing together, her cleavage tight against his tactical vest.
“We’ll make it out, love. But if not… I’ll find ya in the next life.”
She smiled through tears. “Damn right you will, boss.”
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