Chapter 10 – The Brussels Reckoning
Chapter 10 – The Brussels Reckoning ⚔️ Brussels, Belgium – Omega High Command Citadel, 02:11 CET Snow fell softly across the spired rooftops of Brussels. Floodlights illuminated Omega’s towering fortress – a steel and glass monolith rising above the old city like an alien citadel. Inside its command chamber, Rahmani sat calmly sipping Arabic coffee, confident behind metre-thick blast walls, EMP shielding, and private security battalions. His Belgian operations chief approached nervously. “Sir, satellite confirms Na Fianna Nua chopper landing in France. Should we intercept?” Rahmani smiled thinly, tapping the steel table with manicured fingers. “No. They will never reach Brussels alive.” 🦅 He Was Wrong In the dark forests of northern France, Salty’s team assembled silently. The frozen ground crunched beneath tactical boots as final checks were made. ✅ Ye Olde Large Lad , hammer slung over his shoulder, loading belt after belt into his M249. ✅ Funji , spinning his tanto blades with...