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.