They looked back at Cronley. He was gesturing with the muzzle of the Thompson for the SS men to drop their Schmeissers.
“Schnell!” Schneider ordered.
After a long moment, they did so.
Cronley gestured with the muzzle for the SS to raise their hands. They complied.
“What happens now?” Schneider asked.
“I think this is where I throw up,” Cronley said in English. “I’ve already pissed in my pants.”
“Excuse me?” Willi Grüner asked. “I don’t speak English.”
Von Dattenberg, who spoke English, laughed.
“I can’t believe anybody swallowed all that BIS bullshit,” Cronley said. “I don’t even know where it all came from.”
“Wherever it came from it was the right thing to do,” von Dattenberg said. “Now I know why Elsa told me you really are an unusual young man.”
Cronley looked at Schneider, then at von Dattenberg.
“You trust this guy, right?” Cronley asked, still in English.
“Absolutely,” von Dattenberg said.
Cronley switched to German.
“Captain, you have onboard half a ton of uranium oxide. I want it loaded on one of those trucks . . .”
He pointed.
“Excuse me,” Schneider then said in perfect British-accented English. “You speak German very well—like a Strasbourger, as a matter of fact—but if you would be more comfortable speaking English . . .”
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Table of Contents
ALSO BY W.E.B. GRIFFIN
TITLE PAGE
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
PROLOGUE
I
II
III
IV
V
VI
VII
VIII
IX
X
XI
XII
XIII
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