Chapter 7 – The Double Agent
Chapter 7 – The Double Agent ⚔️ Na Fianna Nua Command Bunker – Dublin Mountains, 02:08 Cold mist coiled around the pine trees outside the underground bunker. Inside, glowing screens filled the dim room with tactical overlays, satellite feeds, and intercepted Omega comms. Salty sat in the steel command chair, jaw clenched, eyes locked on a grainy CCTV still of Niamh hugging Rahman Patel in Brussels just weeks before his death. Sarah stood behind him, arms folded, her cleavage straining slightly against her black tactical vest as she leaned forward to read the file. “It’s true, then,” she murmured. “She’s been feeding Omega intel for months.” Salty’s fists tightened. “She nearly got us all killed. And for what… money? Power? Protection?” 💥 The Interrogation Down in holding cell four, Niamh sat chained to the bolted chair, head bowed. Her once-perfect makeup streaked down tear-stained cheeks. Funji stood beside her, silent and motionless, blades glinting under the flickering fluoresce...