Chapter 2
May 8, 1943
Bordeaux Railroad depot
20:00 hours
Three shadows hid in the bushes watching as prisoners were herded on to a freight train. The prisoners were crammed in like cattle most of them destined for concentration camps. One shadow leaned over to another.
"Black Rose," he said, "Are you sure this is the right Depot?"
"Yes," she said, "the recognition code is `Can you spare a cigarette?' and the answer must be, `No, I smoke Cuban cigars' got that?" the two men nodded.
"Good," she said, "go make contact and be careful!" Two men worked their way around to the side of the depot then they stepped into the crowd adjusted their hats and made their way to the waiting area of the depot.
The Black Rose remained in her hiding spot waiting for her men to return. Suddenly she heard gunfire she looked out from her hiding spot and saw one of her men go down. The other man made frantic dash for the woods and managed to yell out,
"It's a trap run!!" before a bullet cut him down. Black Rose took off through the woods. She could already hear the tracking dogs on her trail. She ran for all she was worth even thought she new she could never out run a pack of dogs. It was getting dark and she could barely see where she was going. Suddenly gunfire erupted and a hail of bullets whistled by her but so far she had not been hit. She broke into a small clearing where she tripped and fell. The dogs burst into the clearing and suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Black rose looked up and saw that the dogs seemed to be transfixed by something behind her. Turning around she saw a dark form back in the bushes but what really got her attention were the two piercingly brilliant green eyes that the man had. He seemed to be talking to the dogs. Suddenly the dogs turned on the S.S. men that were chasing her and began to tear them to pieces. Black Rose looked back and saw the two eyes they moved to the left. When she looked to the left Black Rose saw the outline of a car near the tree line. The mysterious stranger spoke one word in a voice that had an eerie calm to it.
"Go." Black Rose didn't have to be told twice she jumped in the car and took off. The stranger stood there for a moment smiled and then he vanished.
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May 9, 1943
Allied Headquarters, England
General Braddock's office
0900 hours
General James Braddock of the American branch of the Allies based in London and General Richard Burke of the RAF sat facing each other in a dimly lit office.
"What have your commanders decided about this-this Wizard fellow?" asked Braddock.
"We're still not sure if we should trust him?" replied Burke. Braddock shook his head.
"I don't understand you," said Braddock, "What more proof do you need? He's already practically laid half a dozen strategic targets right in our laps. Yet you still don't think that he's on our side."
"Calm yourself, General Braddock said a quite voice from the far corner of the room, "In times like these you can hardly blame a man for being cautious." The two men looked in the direction of the voice but saw only a dark form and brilliant green eyes.
"Who are you?" snapped General Burke.
"I'm the man you were just talking about," replied the voice. Burke was momentarily stunned.
"How did you get in here?" demanded General Burke.
"I have my ways," replied the voice with a hint of amusement, "but I didn't come here this evening to discuss myself."
"Well," said General Braddock, "What do you want?"
"I came to tell you that you must get Black Rose out of France," replied the Wizard.
"Why," asked General Burke
"She is in grave danger," replied the Wizard, "there is a traitor in her underground cell and it has already caused her to lose most of her most trusted Agents. I believe that if we don't act quickly it's only a matter of time before the traitor discovers her identity."
"That is true," said General Braddock, "and Black Rose has enough information in that head of hers to permanently cripple the network in her area."
"Alright," said General Burke as he walked over to the decanter and poured a shot of whiskey for himself, "If you can get Black Rose out of France and bring her here then that while prove that you are on our side."
"Very well," replied the Wizard. When the two Generals turned toward the corner of the room where the Wizard had been standing they found that he had vanished.
"I hate it when he does that," said Braddock, "it gives me the creeps."
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May 9, 1943
Resistance Headquarters, France
2100 hours
The Black Rose paced back and forth in her makeshift office. Someone had betrayed them and two of her best operatives were dead. However she couldn't see to dwell on the problem for very long at a time because her mind kept wondering back to those amazing eyes. She was almost positive that she had met the Wizard, well sort of met him.
"Boy," she thought, "how am suppose to concentrate on anything after meeting him he's the ultimate agent of everyone fantasies all allied guys want to be him and all the girls want to be with him." She had heard that he seemed inhuman but danged if that bit with eyes in the woods wasn't the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she was no longer alone in the room. She jumped up and whirled around and was stunned to find herself staring straight into the same emerald green eyes as they watched her from the shadows. They to her surprise he spoke.
"We need to talk."
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