Chapter 8 – The Spy Within
Chapter 8 – The Spy Within The chants of “OUT! OUT! OUT!” still echoed in the streets hours after the march ended. Dublin’s docklands lay quiet under the midday sun, their shadows filled with watchful eyes. The thousand marchers had dispersed peacefully, leaving no smashed windows, no fires, no violence – only a powerful message burned into the minds of every Garda drone and Horizon Network operative watching. Inside their reclaimed warehouse HQ, Salty stood at a battered metal table, maps and data sheets spread out before him. Sarah sat beside him, typing rapidly on her cracked tablet, eyes scanning for shipments linked to The Snake. “Peaceful was the right choice,” Sarah said softly. “No one can call us thugs or terrorists now.” Salty nodded, though his jaw remained tight. “We showed strength without giving them reason to crush us. But peaceful alone won’t topple Devane.” He glanced to the far side of the warehouse, where a tall woman stood sharpening a slim combat knife....