Chapter 13 – Salty Outsmarts the Garda
Chapter 13 – Salty Outsmarts the Garda It was just past midnight when the Garda riot vans arrived at the warehouse HQ. Blue and red lights flashed across the corrugated metal walls, illuminating the graffiti slogans sprayed by Salty’s people earlier that day: “IRELAND IS NOT FOR SALE.” “HORIZON OUT.” Inside, Salty calmly finished his cup of black coffee, the strong bitter taste cutting through his exhaustion. Sarah watched from across the table, her tablet streaming CCTV feeds of dozens of armed Garda Tactical Support officers fanning out around the building. “Looks like they brought the party to us tonight,” she said wryly. Salty chuckled, scratching his thick beard. “Aww, bless them. They should’ve called ahead. I’d have put out biscuits.” Sarah smirked, shaking her head as he stood and rolled his shoulders with a satisfying crack. Outside, a megaphone blared: “THIS IS THE GARDAÍ. STEP OUTSIDE WITH YOUR HANDS UP. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR SEDITION, ILLEGAL ASSEMBLY, A...