Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
Freidrich was right. None of my worrying prepared me whatsoever for when the day came when the dam that had seemed to be holding back all our troubles broke.
It was a Friday. To me, it was the last day of work before a weekend where I could relax, at least somewhat.
I came down to work an hour late, as Freidrich had told me the night before that I could sleep in.
I entered the office, to find Friedrich already there, his door propped open. He looked troubled, sitting at his desk, his hands clasped nervously before him.
There was a visitor, standing before his desk.
A tall visitor, wearing the gray uniform of a Nazi officer.
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Winfred
Narrativa StoricaThe 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...
