The tactical staging for the raid on the Chelsea chemical plant had begun ninety minutes earlier inside an abandoned boat shed at the mouth of the Mystic River. The air in the shed was freezing, smelling of creosote, motor oil, and salt spray. Under the harsh yellow beam of an industrial work light, Liam Callahan and Sean had laid out twelve black nylon gear bags containing silenced Austrian carbines, breaching…
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