After the unforeseen disruption in his daily bread distribution, the Kildare Hall baker swiftly hopped into his van. While doing it, a nasty shiver went up his body as he spotted from the corner of his eye someone peering from the attic's window. He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the window again, but the vision had disappeared. When he left the Thirteen that morning, he could not have imagined what had happened the night before at the typically quiet house nor suspected that the society of young activists that had gathered there fled in an undesired hurry to the most daring adventure of...