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then. Time to get you back to the barracks and dried off. That’s enough training for one day. Frankly, Toche, I’m not sure there’s much more we can teach you anyway,” he said, his face breaking into a grin.
“Thank you, Captain,” Madeleine said, moving past Teach as she stepped into the hallway. That wasn’t part of the training, she thought, turning a corner. Certainly the way he looked at me wasn’t. But maybe I’m wrong. I can’t read the man. If he’s attracted to me, it won’t matter. All of this will be ending soon. I’ll either be sent to France or given a desk job in London. Either way, he’ll forget all about me.
Madeleine walked into the women’s barracks, pulling off her wet clothes as she approached her bunk. She opened the footlocker at the end of the bed and took out some dry fatigues. I won’t miss this place, she thought, glancing at the drab paint and concrete floor. I won’t miss their tests, either. I’d rather be shot than drowned again.
Checking her watch, Madeleine dug in her trunk for her cigarettes. Enough time for a smoke before dinner, she thought, heading for the outside door that that led to a small courtyard with a few tables and chairs. She flopped down on a lawn chair, running the incident with Fish and Teach back through her mind. Teach is handsome, and what was behind that look? She laughed sharply, I’ll probably never know, but now I have one more reason to hate the Nazis.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Madeleine and the other trainees began to focus on the details of their cover stories and their specific assignments. They had been given their false identities and drilled concerning their individual missions. Those bound for the field concentrated on codes and radio operation. Their days were spent sitting in makeshift classrooms. Many of the prospective agents were French citizens. The others spoke fluently, having lived extensively in France, their accents authentic and thoroughly convincing.
Sitting in a group of recruits, Madeleine listened to an instructor explaining how to repair a radio in the field. Captain Teach walked into the room, entering from a side door. The instructor paused as Teach pointed to Madeleine and gestured for her to follow him. Madeleine noticed a few of the women watching him as he turned and walked out.
Once in the hallway Teach said, “I need to talk to you about additional training, Madeleine.”
“Did I fail somehow, Captain?”
“No, you did very well. Actually, you were given additional training. It was necessary to determine if you could carry out the mission we need to discuss. I think it’s better if we talk in my office and not in the hallway. It’s very important.”
“If I may sir, are we on a first name basis now?”
“Oh, right. No, we call all of the trainees by their last names. It’s just a way to maintain discipline. You’re past that now.”
Teach gave her a friendly smile. Madeleine kicked herself as she realized that she was just standing there staring at him. He seemed even better looking now that the bitter challenge of training was past. Or maybe it was because he knew what the new operatives were in for once they activated and were dropped into occupied territory.
“What’s my assignment?”
“We don’t know yet,” Teach said with an air of mystery as they approached his door. He held it open for her as she brushed past him.
“Please sit down,” he said, gesturing to a wooden chair facing his desk. The room was Spartan, consisting of a battered old desk, a telephone, and a second chair that didn’t look any more comfortable than the one she sat in.
“Madeleine, when you came to us you told us you killed an SS officer and the Gestapo agents on the Valencia. We’ve had our eye on you since the beginning. And now we’re certain you’re the right candidate. I wish I could be more delicate with that information but our jobs simply do not allow for it. Among the other recruits, only DuPont has
“Thank you, Captain,” Madeleine said, moving past Teach as she stepped into the hallway. That wasn’t part of the training, she thought, turning a corner. Certainly the way he looked at me wasn’t. But maybe I’m wrong. I can’t read the man. If he’s attracted to me, it won’t matter. All of this will be ending soon. I’ll either be sent to France or given a desk job in London. Either way, he’ll forget all about me.
Madeleine walked into the women’s barracks, pulling off her wet clothes as she approached her bunk. She opened the footlocker at the end of the bed and took out some dry fatigues. I won’t miss this place, she thought, glancing at the drab paint and concrete floor. I won’t miss their tests, either. I’d rather be shot than drowned again.
Checking her watch, Madeleine dug in her trunk for her cigarettes. Enough time for a smoke before dinner, she thought, heading for the outside door that that led to a small courtyard with a few tables and chairs. She flopped down on a lawn chair, running the incident with Fish and Teach back through her mind. Teach is handsome, and what was behind that look? She laughed sharply, I’ll probably never know, but now I have one more reason to hate the Nazis.
.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Madeleine and the other trainees began to focus on the details of their cover stories and their specific assignments. They had been given their false identities and drilled concerning their individual missions. Those bound for the field concentrated on codes and radio operation. Their days were spent sitting in makeshift classrooms. Many of the prospective agents were French citizens. The others spoke fluently, having lived extensively in France, their accents authentic and thoroughly convincing.
Sitting in a group of recruits, Madeleine listened to an instructor explaining how to repair a radio in the field. Captain Teach walked into the room, entering from a side door. The instructor paused as Teach pointed to Madeleine and gestured for her to follow him. Madeleine noticed a few of the women watching him as he turned and walked out.
Once in the hallway Teach said, “I need to talk to you about additional training, Madeleine.”
“Did I fail somehow, Captain?”
“No, you did very well. Actually, you were given additional training. It was necessary to determine if you could carry out the mission we need to discuss. I think it’s better if we talk in my office and not in the hallway. It’s very important.”
“If I may sir, are we on a first name basis now?”
“Oh, right. No, we call all of the trainees by their last names. It’s just a way to maintain discipline. You’re past that now.”
Teach gave her a friendly smile. Madeleine kicked herself as she realized that she was just standing there staring at him. He seemed even better looking now that the bitter challenge of training was past. Or maybe it was because he knew what the new operatives were in for once they activated and were dropped into occupied territory.
“What’s my assignment?”
“We don’t know yet,” Teach said with an air of mystery as they approached his door. He held it open for her as she brushed past him.
“Please sit down,” he said, gesturing to a wooden chair facing his desk. The room was Spartan, consisting of a battered old desk, a telephone, and a second chair that didn’t look any more comfortable than the one she sat in.
“Madeleine, when you came to us you told us you killed an SS officer and the Gestapo agents on the Valencia. We’ve had our eye on you since the beginning. And now we’re certain you’re the right candidate. I wish I could be more delicate with that information but our jobs simply do not allow for it. Among the other recruits, only DuPont has
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