James told them.
He told them all of it, without dressing it up. British forces were inside the Republic. The army had asked for Challengers. Marcus was already in it. They would be under military command, with written conditions. O'Shea wanted names.
Finn did not wait.
"I'm going," he said. "If that's what it takes. I'm going." He looked at James. "And not because Da's there. I don't need his permission and I'm not asking for it."
"Nobody said you did."
"I know. I'm saying it anyway."
Maeve had her pen out, though she had nothing to write on.
"What happens to this place?" she said. "If the four of us are standing in a field in Louth, who runs Guild Zero? We've got medical staff, operations, admin, security, ten recruits, and every one of them has a family. We can't walk out the door and leave the lights on."
