Chapter 4 – The Hunt for Niamh
Chapter 4 – The Hunt for Niamh ⚔️ Na Fianna Nua Safehouse – Rathmines, Dublin, 02:12 Rain lashed the cracked windows of the dimly lit safehouse. The team regrouped after the brutal Omega assault. Maps, drone feeds, and weapons lay scattered across the oak table. Salty stood over the data stick Funji retrieved, jaw clenched tight. The betrayal still burned in his chest. Sarah stepped beside him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. “We’ll find her,” she whispered. Salty didn’t answer. His eyes flicked to her – the glow of the tactical lamp outlining her flawless features, blonde hair tied back in a rough ponytail. Her combat vest was unzipped just enough to reveal the swell of her cleavage, rising and falling with each slow breath. The tight black tank top clung to her toned curves, speckled with dust and blood, making her look like an avenging Valkyrie. For a moment, the tension broke. His eyes lingered on her chest before snapping back up to meet hers. She caught the glance an...