Chapter 3 – Brussels Counterattack
Chapter 3 – Brussels Counterattack ⚔️ Na Fianna Nua HQ – Dublin Docklands, 19:22 The rain hammered down on the reinforced glass of Salty’s rooftop command centre. Below, the Liffey rolled black and cold under flickering city lights. Inside, tactical maps and drone feeds flickered across massive screens. Sarah stood beside him, arms folded, studying satellite footage of Omega supply convoys assembling near Liège . “They’re regrouping faster than expected,” she said softly. Salty nodded, his jaw tightening. “They’ve lost Rahmani, but Omega has backers everywhere.” 💥 The Strike Begins Suddenly, the alarms blared. The HQ shook under distant explosions as reports screamed over comms: “HQ under attack! Omega exo-rig shock troops inbound – ETA sixty seconds!” Ye Olde Large Lad barrelled into the command centre, M249 slung over his massive chest, a half-eaten sausage roll still in his mouth. “Bastards interrupted me dinner!” Winky sprinted in behind him, holding three...