Chapter 2 – Rahmani’s Network
Chapter 2 – Rahmani’s Network Brussels – Omega Pact Command Centre, 06:15 CET Imran al-Din Rahmani stood at the wide glass windows of his office, overlooking the flickering lights of dawn across the city skyline. The Omega Pact command centre lay hidden beneath a nondescript logistics tower owned by one of his shell companies. He sipped thick Arabic coffee from a gold-rimmed demitasse, the bitter taste grounding him as encrypted data streams flickered across the holo-table behind him. 🦅 The Omega Pact The room hummed with quiet menace. On-screen, tactical feeds showed EU special forces training camps, Horizon refugee-processing sites, and offshore banking transaction logs. Rahmani turned to his operations chief, a thickset Croatian mercenary with cold blue eyes. “Status update.” The mercenary swallowed nervously. “Our Dublin sabotage team failed, sir. One dead, one captured.” Rahmani raised an eyebrow, his handsome face utterly still. “And the money trails?” The Cro...