Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
The morning of the twenty-third, I awakened early, and laid there in bed for a time. Schubert, who had been following me around in Freidrich’s absence, was curled up under the blankets, next to my feet.
As my state of awareness increased, and I became more awake, the number “23” became more clear within my mind.
I got up immediately, and dressed. Schubert watched me, looking down from the top bunk. Once I was finished dressing, I picked him up and smiled at him, telling him that his master would be back today.
I reported for one last morning with Heinrich Schwab.
And at noon, Freidrich returned.
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Winfred
Ficción históricaThe Women's Guard, The Soldier, The Nazi, The Spy. The Spy turned Prisoner. As they say, dead men (or women, as the case may be) tell no tales. But Kathleen Winfred isn't dead; she managed to escape. Now, the story of her capture by Nazis in occup...
