Crouching low so we aren’t discovered by the humans guarding our path, I notice the undeniable elegance of a lone snowflake drifting downwards in the clear, black night. My cold breath turns to steam and fogs my glasses so I have to quickly swipe them with my gloved hand to watch the swirling motion underneath one of the security lights placed around Newgrange. Snow was late to arrive this year I note; on the eve of Winter Solstice.
‘Conor, can you read them from here?’ Aoife whispers from her position in our line, the third dark mass against a low hedge. I close my eyes and exhale, letting my muscles relax. On my next inhale I search through the dozen of guards’ thoughts.
‘Like you said from your earlier recon, Sean. They are going to rotate shifts in one minute’. I look to the large figure directly behind me, second in line. We all wear our dark Fianna uniforms. He even went to the added precaution of concealing his white-blond hair with a woolly hat. Good, I think as I rub my own dark locks, because it would definitely stand out in the darkness.