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Last Shipment by NM. That is BY NM
Delivered Into A1. 1st Jan.
Load Inspected Cleared and Released. 2nd Jan.
Cargo F3 + E1.
Collected By X3 on 3rd Jan:

Come home safe.
A.T.
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    As he finished reading the fax Liam ground his cigarette out underfoot and sighed. He’d better get back to the hotel where he could check his codebook in private. He was already pretty sure he had it all. For a sophisticated organisation the British Secret Service had very simple codes, quite unlike the complicated messages he’d had to deal with in his previous existence. He understood the reason. This message was so innocuous that anyone seeing it probably wouldn’t give it a second thought, but its simplicity meant things often had to be repeated. The word “no” meant simply that, but it needed emphasising in capital letters. Trouble was, N meant NORAID and O probably meant something too, but he couldn’t remember what right now. That didn’t matter. NO was nothing more than no in this case, but he’d better make doubly sure that he had everything correct.
    He walked slowly back to the hotel, his mind full. He wasn’t happy at the change of plan, though thankful that he hadn’t had the opportunity to deal with McKee last night. Now it looked like he needed some information from him first. Back in his room a few minutes later he retrieved his book from one of the hidden pockets inside his jacket, threw himself on the bed and checked the message. This was actually coded code and more difficult to grasp than the original message. Bollocks, he hated all this spy shite. Life was so much simpler when he had just been a sniper.
    Finally he was sure that he had everything correct. The termination orders for Ryan McKee and James Malcolm Brennan were confirmed, just as he’d expected they would be. ‘No one will mind,’ Turner had assured him. Liam thought that Messrs McKee and Brennan might actually mind quite a bit, but he’d said nothing and let Turner continue. ‘They’re high enough up in the arms supply chain and a little too overt for their own good, so that makes them excellent targets for us. They don’t really count in the grand scheme of things, you see.’
    Liam wasn’t sure that he did see, but he reasoned that it would boil down to politics somewhere along the line. He guessed that these guys were probably pissing off their own side by being “overt” so the Americans wouldn’t be too upset if they disappeared. That was Turner all day long. He really didn’t like to upset anyone, a trait Liam considered strange in a man whose job it was to issue termination orders. Ah well, that was none of his business. ‘Anyway, looks like you’re going to live another day, McKee,’ he decided. ‘Got to find out who’s supplying you with your arms before you send them over to us.’
    Shite! Had he really just thought that? Us? That was the Irish boys he was talking about. He wasn’t part of “us” any more. Now he was very definitely one of “them”. ‘Jesus Christ, Liam, get a grip,’ he admonished himself out loud. He returned his attention to the fax. Further information told him that the last shipment had been mixed firearms and explosives, it had arrived at the Port of Dublin and had been collected by A&R Transport of Cork, a name he knew only too well having once spent three days in an oil drum in the back of one of their trucks. He shuddered at the memory and was thankful that he had something more urgent to occupy his mind. He needed a plan and it took several hours to come up with something that, once it hit him, was incredibly simple. His furrowed brow relaxed. ‘Got it,’ he laughed.

6
    The Quality Check
     
    Back once more in the Sunbrite , a little ahead of his allotted meeting time with Ryan McKee, he took the same seat as the previous night. He was the sole customer and Tony stood behind the bar looking bored. ‘You serve coffee