Chapter 19 – Operation Éire Rising
Chapter 19 – Operation Éire Rising Dublin Docklands – Horizon HQ, 05:14 The cold sea breeze cut through the smashed windows of Horizon HQ as dawn broke pale over the Liffey. Tactical trucks idled outside, exhaust mist curling into the still air. Inside, Salty stood at the centre of the command floor, watching multiple screens flicker with live drone feeds. Karen worked quickly at the Horizon control console, fingers flying across virtual keyboards. The glowing Irish tricolour patch on her tactical vest shifted with every movement. “Blackout holding,” she confirmed. “Horizon kill drones offline. EU sat feeds blinded by our orbital scramblers. We own their sky for another eight minutes.” Salty nodded calmly, eyes narrowed. “Plenty of time.” 🎥 Livestream Room Sarah stood before a battered camera tripod. Rahman Patel knelt on the concrete floor, wrists zip-tied behind his back, blood crusting his upper lip. Two masked fighters flanked him, carbines raised. The feed went ...