Chapter 5 – The Payoff Trap
Chapter 5 – The Payoff Trap Brussels – Omega Pact Command Centre, 02:43 CET Imran al-Din Rahmani stood by the vast tactical table, watching live drone feeds from Dublin flicker across its surface. His Croatian operations chief, Nikola, approached nervously, holding out a sleek black tablet. “Sir, Team Zulu failed. Na Fianna Nua secured the compound. Seán ‘Salty’ O’Sullivan remains alive.” Rahmani’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. “Then it is time for Plan B. Activate the payoff conduit.” Nikola blinked. “We’re bribing him?” Rahmani turned, eyes narrowing to black slits. “Everyone has a price, Nikola. Even legends.” 💶 Dublin – Na Fianna Nua HQ, 09:17 The morning sun streamed pale through the shattered windows of the operations floor. Sarah sat typing an after-action report, hair tied in a rough ponytail, fatigue jacket unzipped to reveal her sidearm holster. Nearby, Niamh Flynn scrolled Omega chatter streams, caffeine-fuelled eyes darting rapidly. Suddenly, a lone courie...