The day after Felix and Catherine returned from Washington, a silent war, orchestrated by his command, officially commenced from the unassuming office of the intelligence department.
On the desk of Flynn, the taciturn head of intelligence, lay stacks of damning reports. "Timmy," he said, handing a file to his now-seasoned assistant.
"Has the cross-verification of the Storm Operation report been completed?"
"It has been completed, Supervisor." Timmy's answer was crisp. "In January 1862, the Pennsylvania Railroad Company, desperate to meet a deadline, forced over three hundred Irish laborers to continue building the road through an approaching blizzard in the Allegheny Mountains. The result: seventeen men lost limbs to severe frostbite, and two died."
"And the compensation?" Flynn asked, expressionless.
