By eight the next morning the clubhouse at Castlebellingham was louder than it had been at midnight.
Radios went off along the bar every few seconds. Somebody had moved the big map table nearer the windows for the light, and three officers were bent over it with pencils. Boots came and went across the wooden floor. A signaller stood at the end of the bar with a headset half off one ear, writing on a pad, while a captain read over his shoulder.
The secure room at the back was empty now. The crate had gone south at dawn on the back of a truck, with an escort front and back. Somewhere between here and Dublin it had become a document with a reference number and a list of everything Ireland now knew about the GC-12 Longbow. That list had gone out overnight to every unit on the line and every Challenger fighting with them. Ganner Corp's name was on the front page of the *Irish Times*.
