Chapter 8 – Operation Broken Trident
Chapter 8 – Operation Broken Trident ⚔️ Dublin South Dockyards, 23:11 Mist rolled in thick from the Irish Sea, wrapping rusted cranes and shipping containers in a cold ghostly veil. The team assembled behind stacked freight crates, checking weapons under dim red tactical lights. Salty stood at the front, arms folded across his chest, his gravelly voice cutting through the cold air: “Omega Prime is dug in deep. Heavy drones, sniper nests, exo-rig shock troops. So tonight, we counter them with our best.” He gestured behind him with a thumb. 🦸♂️ Enter Ye Olde Large Lad Emerging from the shadows came Ye Olde Large Lad , a colossal figure standing 6’5”, built like an ancient Celtic fortress with shoulders broad enough to block a doorway. His shaved head gleamed under the tactical lamps, and a crooked grin split his rugged face. He carried a breaching sledgehammer in one hand and a belt-fed M249 SAW cradled under the other arm like it was a child’s toy. “Who we killin’ tonight...