Chapter 6 – Omega Prime Unleashed Dublin
Chapter 6 – Omega Prime Unleashed Dublin – Na Fianna Nua HQ, 22:37 Rain hammered the shattered skylights as Salty sat alone in his small quarters, boots up on a chair, sipping black Bushmills from a chipped enamel mug. The day’s intel flickered on his battered tablet – Omega drone strikes, cyber sabotage, EU diplomatic denials. A quiet knock broke his focus. The door opened softly, revealing Niamh Flynn in loose fatigue trousers and a grey vest, her short black hair damp from the showers. “Can’t sleep,” she whispered. Salty gestured her in, eyes narrowing slightly. “Sit down.” She closed the door behind her, crossing the room to stand between his knees, her trembling hands resting on his shoulders. Their kiss was slow and desperate, grief and adrenaline burning through their veins. They undressed quietly, folding clothes into a neat pile by the cot. Their lovemaking was quiet, rhythmic, almost tactical – a deliberate reconnection in a world of chaos. ❤️ Afterwards N...