The descent through the cloud deck over the Corsican coast was steep and silent. The three transports touched down on the darkened runway of Bastia-Poretta Airport under special diplomatic cargo manifests. Within twenty minutes, eighty heavily armed soldiers and twelve matte-black Mercedes Sprinter vans had cleared the private freight apron, moving north along the winding coastal highway towards the rugged finger of Cap Corse. The Mediterranean night air was thick…
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