Chapter 3 – Na Fianna Nua’s Counterstrike
Chapter 3 – Na Fianna Nua’s Counterstrike Galway – Omega Pact Safehouse, 23:14 Rain hammered the cracked slate roofs of Galway’s old docklands as Salty’s convoy rolled through narrow cobbled streets. Three matte-black Hilux pickups crawled in formation, headlights killed, engines humming low like prowling wolves. Inside the lead vehicle, Salty sat cradling his H&K 416 rifle , the matte black finish slick with condensation. He ran a thumb down the custom engraved words along the upper receiver: “Éire Abu – Ireland Forever.” 🔫 Weapons Check Sarah, sitting beside him in tactical rig, checked her Glock 19 Gen5 , racking the slide with smooth precision. “Ten loaded mags, two spares, one chambered,” she whispered. “Good girl,” Salty growled approvingly. Behind them, Ruairí O’Donnell loaded his Benelli M4 Super 90 shotgun , sliding 12-gauge slug after slug into the tube with quiet satisfaction. “Slug, slug, slug, buckshot, slug,” he muttered. Salty raised an eyebrow. “Organi...