Chapter 7 – The Double Game
Chapter 7 – The Double Game Na Fianna Nua HQ, Dublin – 06:45 Smoke still curled from burning SUVs in the shattered courtyard as dawn broke over the battered stronghold. Medics moved among the wounded, triaging shrapnel wounds and blast injuries. The tang of blood and cordite mixed with drifting petrol fumes. Salty stood on the cracked concrete balcony overlooking the yard, sipping strong coffee from his chipped enamel mug. The dark circles under his eyes betrayed no weakness; his mind moved rapidly through tactical permutations. Behind him, Sarah approached quietly, her blonde hair tied back under her tactical baseball cap. She wore her grey fatigue trousers tucked into black leather boots, Glock holstered against her ribs. “They hit us hard last night.” Salty didn’t turn. “Omega Prime is Rahmani’s best. He’s pushing for final destabilisation before Europe’s winter summit.” Sarah rested a hand lightly on his back. “And Niamh?” He exhaled heavily. “She’s ours now. Whethe...