The Mankillers of Femville Part 8
By Utrea
Series about an all female resistance group in Nazi occupied France during WWII


Chapter1

The two OSS agents raced to the line of trees separating the field they were
in with the one the stricken transport plane had come down in. Lit by the
moonlight in a cloudless summer sky, they could clearly see the downed
aircraft and the furrow it had ploughed in the field, before it had come to
rest at the far end from where the girls now stood. The dust and earth thrown
up by the crash landing had extinguished the engine fires and now it lay
still, eerily silent like a great dead bird. The two operatives prayed that
the planes cargo was safe.

The agents crouched down a moment, surveying the scene before them. Nothing
moved. Captain Tina Carlsen stood and was about to advance on the plane when
she was abruptly stopped in her tracks, by her colleague, Captain Traci
Johnson.

"Down!" she hissed and the girls resumed their crouching position. The lithe
blonde girl indicated to the far end of the field to the right of the plane
and whispered to the tall brunette beside her, "Over there".

A figure of a man broke cover and started moving slowly, furtively toward the
plane. He was joined by another and then a third man emerged. Even at the
distance the girls were away from the three men, they could tell that they
were Germans. All were dressed in field-grey uniforms and while two of them
wore steel helmets, the third wore a peaked officer's cap. The girls waited a
moment but no more appeared. They quickly began to formulate a plan of action.
They were confident that in a one-on-one situation, they could take them out
but the presence of a third was a complication. Keeping to the tree lined edge
of the field, the agents began to manouvre themselves into a position behind
the soldiers while always keeping them in their sight.

The two soldiers stopped and crouched down close to the plane's port wing,
keeping the muzzles of their weapons trained on the cargo door. One, a huge
brute of a man pointed a Schmeisser sub-machine gun, while the other a younger
man of lighter build held a Mauser rifle The officer stood by the tailplane.

"Raus!" he shouted, "Come out with your hands up".

Slowly, the cargo door opened and three figures emerged. Two were dressed in
the leather flying jackets and peaked caps of the USAAF. The third was an
older, smaller man. He was balding and wore thick lensed, wire framed
spectacles. He was dressed in a grey jumpsuit and had a parachute strapped to
his back. The fact that he was dressed so different from the two airmen was
not lost on the Nazi officer.

"Step forward", the officer commanded and then snapped, "Halt" when he
considered that his prisoners had advanced enough. He made them turn around so
that they were facing the crippled aircraft and kneel down with their hands
clasped behind their heads.

"Where is the rest of the crew?" the Nazi ordered.

"He's dead", replied one of the airmen, who was wearing Captain's bars

The officer ordered the two soldiers forward and they entered the plane,
emerging a few moments later dragging a large cylinder attached to a
parachute.

"Open it", said the officer and the two soldiers obeyed.

" Herr Untersturmbannfuhrer, it is full of explosives and weapons", one of the
soldiers said.

"So you are spies", the officer said, "what is your mission?"

"Go fuck yourself, Kraut!" the other airman who wore the rank of Lieutenant,
replied.

The officer withdrew his pistol, took aim and fired. Immediately, the
Lieutenant pitched forward and lay motionless.

"You murdering bastard!" the Captain yelled, starting to rise.

"Stay exactly where you are", the Nazi officer warned coldly. The American
froze.

"The Fuhrer is most specific about how spies against the Third Reich are to be
treated. Now I repeat. What is your mission?"

It was then, that all hell broke loose around the allied prisoners.

Chapter2.

As the Nazi had fired his pistol, so the two girls had begun their assault.
They had managed to get behind the three Nazis and now they came sprinting
towards them, covering the ground at an impressive rate, despite wearing high
stiletto heeled shoes.

"I'll take these two", Tina said indicating to the soldiers, "You take care of
that bastard".

"It'll be a pleasure", Traci replied and the agents separated as they angled
their run towards their targets.

When the blonde girl was no more than a couple of metres away from the
officer, she leapt up feet first and launched a devastating drop kick. The
blow struck the Nazi in the middle of his back and the power in the girls legs
coupled with her momentum sent him flying forward to land in a heap.

The commotion caused the pilot to look round. What he saw made his jaw drop
open and he stared in amazement at the scene being played before him.

Tina reached the two soldiers at exactly the same time as her friend began her
assault on their commander. She had decided to take out the big one first. He
would require more energy to dispatch than his smaller companion, but she
would have to make sure that the younger man was put out of action first. Both
men were still bent over the open equipment cylinder. The younger soldier had
placed his rifle on the ground as he continued his inspection of the equipment
container's contents. Tina snatched it up and reversing it, brought the butt
of the weapon crashing down on the back of the soldier's neck. Instantly, the
smaller man slumped motionless across the container. The tall brunette then
turned her attention to his friend. She saw the look of astonishment on his
face as if he could not believe what he was seeing. It was a hesitation that
was to cost the big German dear. He started to swing the muzzle of his
Schmeisser toward the girl but was stopped as she jabbed the butt of his
fallen comrade's rifle savagely into his stomach driving the breath from his
body. The soldier, doubled over, could not defend himself against his
beautiful but deadly adversary. Swinging the weapon one more time, Tina struck
the man square on his jaw rendering him instantly unconscious. The big man
collapsed bonelessly to the ground. The dark haired agent dropped the rifle
and took a moment to survey her handiwork. Both Germans were motionless but
Tina decided not to take any chances. She pulled the smaller man away from the
container and quickly bound his hands behind his back. As she finished, she
heard the big man groan as he started to come round. He was lying on his back
as Tina walked over to him. She saw the twin lightning bolt insignia on the
collar of his tunic. He was Waffen SS. Tina immediately thought of Kessler,
the SS commander of Femville, who had violated her body so savagely. Knowing
that the three Germans she and Traci were attacking were the hated
Sturmbannfuhrer's own men, would make killing them more satisfying.

Tina seized the SS man by his right arm and pulled him over onto his stomach.
He tried to raise himself off the ground. The brunette straddled his body. She
then lifted the hem of her tight black skirt up to her waist, exposing long
shapely legs encased in sheer black nylon stockings and sat down heavily on
the German soldier's back driving his body back to the floor. She grabbed hold
of her victim's steel helmet and pulled back with all her strength. The
leather chinstrap bit deep into the German's throat cutting off his air. Tina
grit her teeth as she concentrated all of her effort into choking to death,
the struggling man trapped beneath her.

Chapter 2

Traci walked over to where the Nazi officer was recovering from her assault.
He was on his hands and knees shaking his head dazedly. The blonde stood
before him.

SS-Hauptsturmfuhrer Dieter Kessemeier found himself staring at the shapely
legs of his assailant. His eyes travelled up taking in the girl's slim figure,
small but firm breasts and pretty face framed with her long blonde hair. She
stared into his eyes dispassionately.

"Eine Madel? He said wonderingly.

"Ten out of ten, Kraut", Traci replied. She, like her dark haired companion
pulled her skirt up to allow her legs the freedom they needed to execute the
next part of her plan and stepped forward so that she straddled him. She
positioned the Nazi's head between her nylon-clad legs and gripped his neck
just above her knees. She then turned her right thigh outward and bent that
leg until her calf was tight against the German' throat and her foot was
hooked around the back of her left knee. Gripping her victim in the
figure-four lock, Traci then bent her left knee, driving the trapped Nazi to
the ground until she was kneeling with the squirming man beneath her.

Kessemeier, a highly trained officer in Nazi Germany's elite fighting outfit
quickly came to his senses and assessed his situation. He was lying face down
with his head and neck trapped between the legs of his adversary. The calf of
her right leg was pressing into his throat but he was still able to breathe.
He had noted the muscle definition in the girl's legs, accentuated by the
sheer black nylon and he concluded that the lithe limbs would be too powerful
for him to try and prise them away from his neck, just using his hands. The
German had lost his pistol during the blonde's initial assault, but he still
had his dagger. He wore it in a scabbard attached to the back of his equipment
belt. If he could only reach it, the six inches of finely honed Krupp steel
would make short work of this bitch.

Traci, from her vantage point above the officer saw him reach for the dagger.
She countered his attempt by suddenly squeezing her thighs together as hard as
she could. Instantly, the soft silky feeling, of the girl's thighs around
Kessemeier's neck was transformed into a steely, ever constricting, leggy
noose, which closed off the Nazi's air supply. Reason deserted the
Hauptsturmfuhrer as blind panic set in. Making loud gurgling noises, he forgot
about the knife as his hands flew to he girl's thighs in an attempt to relieve
her strangling pressure. Traci had anticipated Kessemeier's reaction. Seizing
the German's wrists in her strong hands, with fingers capable of choking a man
to death, she tore his hands away from her thighs and held them pinned against
his back. Sure that she once again had the man under control, she eased up
with the pressure of her legs. Kessemeier took in great whoops of air as Traci
relaxed her stranglehold.

Traci need not have relinquished her deadly hold and could have choked the
Nazi to death there and then. Indeed logic told her that time was of the
essence, but she could not forget the image of the man she now held beneath
her, callously shooting her countryman and she wanted to torture him a little
before he was dispatched. Besides, Tina had two to dispose of which would give
her a little time with the officer.

Traci saw the American Captain approach her. He had retrieved Kessemeier's
pistol.

"Ok lady", he began "You've had your fun. You can get off him now"

"No"! she snapped back "Leave him to me". She then quickly added "Look"!

Traci had heard a groan. Looking over to where the fallen Lieutenant lay, she
saw him stir.

"Ugh, what happened?" he said as he groggily tried to sit up. Blood was
pouring from a cut on the man's temple but otherwise he did not look too bad.

"Go look after your friend", Traci ordered. "We will deal with the Krauts".

The Captain nodded and turned away to attend his co-pilot.

Chapter 3

Tina was having a tough time in killing her victim. SS-Oberscharfuhrer Heinz
Dahman was a big bull of a man. The chin strap of his helmet bit deep into his
neck as Tina pulled relentlessly and his scrabbling fingers were unable to
find a gap between his neck and the thin strap of garrotting leather. However
Dahman possessed exceptionally well developed set of neck muscles, which was
preventing the tall brunette, sat astride his back from sealing off the
German's airway entirely. The big man was weakening though. His attempts to
unseat his opponent were not as violent as they had been, although she still
gripped his body tight between her nyloned thighs riding him like a bucking
bronco. Tina now wished she had used her thighs around his neck She was
confident that she would eventually kill the man under her, he was gurgling
hideously his eyes were starting to bulge from their sockets and his tongue
was protruding unwillingly from his mouth but it was taking too long and she
still had his friend to deal with.

"Why don't you just be a good boy and die"? Tina hissed between clenched teeth
while renewing her efforts to choke the Nazi to oblivion. Tina suddenly
realised that despite the danger they were in and her unfinished business with
Dahman's comrade, the thought of destroying the muscular soldier, nearly twice
her weight was making her horny. His desperate struggles to save himself were
stimulating the beautiful brunette. She had seen that the Lieutenant was not
dead and was now recovering and she saw a look in Traci's eyes that told her
that her blonde friend was also getting turned on by the struggling man she
held captive between her lethal legs.

Oh what the hell, Tina thought and she let herself go climaxing over the back
of her victim. Her orgasm lent her added strength to drive the garrotte ever
deeper into the Nazi's throat His weakened state and his assassin's renewed
vigour finally succeeded in closing his windpipe. His gurglings ceased as he
fought on in silence. Dahman's world started to turn grey, his lungs were
bursting and the sound of his blood pounded in his head. He was almost
unconscious when the choking pressure of the leather strap suddenly vanished.

Chapter 4

SS-Schutze Alfred Mohr slowly regained consciousness. He was lying face down.
The back of his head hurt and he could not move his hands. Mohr could hear the
sound of soft female moans. He opened his eyes and turned his head slowly
toward the sound. What he saw filled the young Private with horror. Mohr saw
his Sergeant on the ground being sat on and choked by a beautiful woman. Her
head was thrown back and her thick dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her
eyes were closed and she bit her bottom lip. The girl was the source of the
moans as she gently rubbed herself against Dahman's back. Mohr saw that the
girl's hands were gripping the front of the Sergeant's steel helmet and she
had wrenched it back. The big NCO's head was raised off the ground and the
chin strap was sunk deep into his throat. What scared Mohr the most though,
was the expression on Dahman's face. It was the face of a gargoyle. Bloodshot
eyes bulged out of their sockets and a blackened tongue lolled obscenely from
blue lips. His whole face was a ghastly purple colour. At first Mohr thought
that Dahman was already dead, but then the Sergeant seemed to notice him and
stared at him with pleading eyes begging him to help.

It was as much as Mohr could stand. He was only twenty years old and had only
joined the SS the previous year. Although he was a fully committed, card
carrying Nazi, this was his first time in active combat. Suddenly he did not
want to be an elite warrior any more. His nerve broke. He struggled up to his
feet and he ran.

As Tina's orgasm subsided, she sensed that the man she held was close to
death. He had stopped struggling and now lay motionless between her thighs.
Another couple of minutes, she thought and she would be free to deal with he
other one. It was just then that Mohr had seemingly, suddenly burst into life
and made his escape attempt.

"Shit", Tina exclaimed. Thinking fast, she climbed off of her victim. Grabbing
him, she roughly pulled the man onto his back He suddenly made a great
whooping sound as the first of the life giving air rushed down his now
unrestricted airway into his oxygen starved lungs. However, his recovery was
to be short lived. Realising that she had to kill him before the fleeing man
reached the cover of the trees at the fields edge, Tina raised her right hand
in the air, fingers straight. With her left hand she again yanked the
soldier's helmet, forcing his head back, exposing his throat and drove the
outside knife-edge of her right hand into it as hard as she could. She felt
the Karate blow crush the Nazi's trachea. It was all over for him now. His
hands flew to his ruined throat but the girl had ensured that he would never
breathe again. Leaving Dahman writhing on the ground as he choked to death,
Tina rose up and made after Mohr.

The young SS man had a good 50 metres start on the OSS agent, but he was still
dazed from Tina's blow with the rifle and with his hands bound behind his
back. he was not making good progress. Mohr's only chance was to make it into
the trees. He and the other two had been part of a larger patrol scouring the
countryside for the deadly Maquis, thought by the German's to be operating in
the area, when the plane had come down and he had been selected to go with
Haupsturmfuhrer Kesemeier and Oberscharfuhrer Dahman to investigate. In his
panic, Mohr did not know where the rest of his patrol now was, or even if he
was running in the right direction. All he knew was that if he could make the
cover of the trees, he would be alright. The soldier stumbled and fell to his
knees. As he got to his feet, he glanced behind him. What he saw filled him
with new terror. The tall brunette was coming after him. She was wearing high
heeled shoes and a tight black skirt but still she was closing the distance
between them at a frightening rate. Mohr uttered a little mewl of terror and
lurched off toward the trees. His feet felt like lead and he could sense the
girl closing in on him. He had seen how she had destroyed Dahman and without
the use of his hands, the smaller German would be defenceless against her

With tears streaming from his eyes, he suddenly started yelling, "Hilfe,
hilfe"! at the top of his voice, begging somebody, anybody to save him from
his pursuing killer. The man's screaming urged Tina to run faster. She had to
silence the Nazi before he could alert any more of his friends. She caught up
with him just as he reached the first of the trees, which bordered the field.
She placed her right hand over his mouth and jerked the soldier's head back
stopping him dead in his tracks. Then keeping her hand in place, she spun him
round to face her. Tina was taller than her quarry and she now stared down
into his frightened eyes with her own calm blue ones as she started to
advance, forcing Mohr backwards until she had backed him against a tree trunk.
The Nazi was still trying to scream but his cries were effectively muffled by
the girl's gagging hand. She entwined her right leg around Mohr's and swept
his feet out from under him. He sat down heavily with his back against the
tree.

"P..please don't kill me" he begged.

"I have to" Tina said simply raising her skirt and straddling the soldier's
legs.

Even in Mohr's dire predicament, he could not help being turned on by the
beauty of his assailant and when Tina sat down on him, she could feel his
erection through his trousers.

"Why are you doing this"? he whined.

"Because you are the enemy. Now stop crying and try to die like a man"

The American girl reached forward and unfastened the two top buttons of the
Nazi's tunic. She then settled her hands around his neck and placed her
thumbs, one on top of the other against his windpipe. She leaned forward so
that her full red lips were pressed up against the German's ear and he could
smell the fragrance of her perfume.

"If you don't struggle it will be quicker for you, so don't fight me"

Tina began to squeeze.

Chapter 5

Traci, breathed a small sigh as she saw Tina catch up with the running Nazi
and take control. She had never doubted her friend's ability. She had
observered the brunettes killing methods from her position on top of
Kessemeier who she still held around the neck and wrists. She had been turned
on watching Tina strangling the big German with his own helmet. That and the
frantic struggling of the man between her legs had been too much and she had
orgasmed noisily, matting the back of the officer's head with her juices. She
had looked, on controlling the captured Nazi with almost unconscious ease. Now
as she saw Tina about to apply the coup-de-grace to Mohr, Traci turned her
attentions back to the task in hand, or in her case, between legs.

The American Captain and the small man with the glasses had placed a bandage
around the Lieutenant's wound, who was by now, fully recovered. Satisfied that
all was under control, the blonde girl suddenly noticed that the officer had
been lying motionless for several minutes.

Kessemeier had taken advantage of his captor's pre-occupation to gather his
strength. He did not know how he was going to get free from the girl's legs
but she had humiliated him holding him to the floor with apparent ease and, as
he had found out, able to kill him by merely tensing her leg muscles. All he
needed was the smallest chance..but Traci was a professional and would give
the Nazi no chance to escape the fate she had planned for him.

The blonde girl could not see the German officers face but she could imagine
his discomfort with her legs entwined about his neck.

"You still alive down there hon"? she asked giving Kessemeier's neck a little
squeeze with her thighs.

The Nazi reacted by using all his remaining strength in a last effort to save
himself. He bucked and squirmed trying to twist his head out from it's nylon
clad prison but her thighs kept him trapped. He tried to break the girl's grip
on his wrists. It was useless, her hold was unbreakable. He kept up the
desperate struggle for two or three minutes before he once again lay still,
exhausted, breathing heavily.

"Now you've had your fun" Traci said "I've got some good news for you"

She waited a moment for Kessemeier to reply. When he remained silent, the
blonde went on cheerily "See, I was going to torture you for what you did but
it seems that you Nazis can't even execute unarmed prisoners properly. So
instead, I'll show you how it should be done"

Traci then simply sat down on Kessemeier. The weight of the blond girl's
buttocks, forced the German's head down, and the stockinged calf of her right
leg tight against his throat. The Nazi gurgled as his airway began to close.
He kicked out with his legs and tried to twist his torso but by sitting down,
the blonde killer had been forced to drag her victim's wrists even further up
his back and the man could get no leverage He choked and gasped as he tried to
breathe, but he was weakening fast. Traci sensed his struggles lessening and
when she judged it appropriate, she released his wrists. Kessemeier pawed
weakly at her thighs and Traci wiggled her hips to get into a more comfortable
position as she waited for the Nazi to die. The blonde agent was quite pleased
with herself for discovering a method of execution. which required very little
effort to perform. She would have to share her secret with Tina and the other
girls back at the Chateau. She smiled to herself as she looked down to check
on the progress of her victim. Kessemeier's body was going into spasms as
death approached. The spasms gave way to a series of nervous twitching which
after a few moments ceased and the Nazi lay still. Traci removed Kessemeier's
right hand, which had come to rest on her thigh and felt his wrist for a
pulse. There was none.

Chapter 6

Mohr had evidently decided to ignore Tina's advice and wasn't about to die
quietly. He bucked and lurched his body to unseat the girl and twisted his
head this way and that in an attempt to break her grip. His feet drummed
against the ground. Tina held on, but the man's squirming meant that she was
unable to apply an airtight seal on his windpipe, although what little air she
was allowing him was not enough to survive on. Mohr's thrashing about was
prolonging his life albeit temporarily but it was also prolonging his
suffering. The voluptuous brunette, sat astride the SS man, now held him at
arms length. Her fingers gripped his neck like a vice while her thumbs pressed
in crushing cartilage and muscle. All the while she stared intently into his
face. She watched, fascinated as his face turned red in colour. His eyes were
closed and his lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace. He was trying
desperately to draw air into his starved lungs, causing him to wheeze, and
spittle dribbled from his mouth. As the execution progressed, the soldier's
red face began to darken toward purple, his eyes began to open and bulge and
his tongue was starting to protrude from between his teeth. Still he fought on
and Tina had to admire his will to live. The tall American was also getting
turned on again. She realised that in taking the life of this soldier,
writhing in her grip, she was exercising the ultimate in female domination
over a male and she was doing it with her bare hands. This thought was a
powerful aphrodisiac to the long legged beauty and she felt the familiar
warmth of sexual desire begin to flare within her loins. The once handsome
soldier's face was being distorted into a caricature and she was causing it to
happen. What compassion she may have felt toward Mohr as a man was quickly
dissipated as she reminded herself that he was SS, a Nazi. All Nazis were
vermin and you only did one thing with vermin.

Tina could not help giving a little cry as the orgasm hit her. She squeezed
the German between her thighs and her fingers dug deep into his neck as her
body was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. The added strength she had
found during the height of her climax had succeeded in closing Mohr's trachea
and when she came back to her senses, she was surprised to see how much her
choking victim's condition had deteriorated. His face was a deep purple colour
and his eyes now bugged out almost comically. His tongue had been fully forced
from his mouth. The German's body was shaking all over as Tina wrung the last
vestiges of life from him. Eventually, his eyes rolled upward, he gave one
last lurch and was still. Tina was pretty sure that the soldier was dead but
maintained her grip on his throat for a few more minutes, just to make sure.
When she finally released his neck, Mohr's head fell forward. A quick check
for a pulse told Tina that the Nazi had expired.

Climbing off him, Tina manhandled the corpse into a half standing position and
allowed it to fall over her shoulder. She hoisted the body into the air and
began to walk back with him. As she neared the downed aircraft, the brunette
saw Traci unwinding her legs from around a very dead, Kessemeier's neck. Tina
unloaded Mohr's body unceremoniously next to the officer's, then both girls
walked over to Dahman. He had died still clutching his ruined throat. The
girls both grabbed a jackbooted foot each, and dragged the big Sergeant over
to the others.

The girls embraced briefly, a small celebration by women united in a common
aim of bringing death to the Nazis. When they released each other, they found
themselves being stared at by the downed flyers.

The pilot mouth was agape in wonderment. "Ladies, you are something else. If I
hadn't just seen what you did to those Krauts, I never would have believed it
possible. Hi. My name's... "

"Save it" Tina interrupted "Who you are is not important". She then turned her
attention to the small man with the spectacles.

"You are the Professor"? She quizzed.

The man nodded.

"Good" Tina replied. She then addressed all three "Now trade uniforms with the
Germans".

"Lady are you kidding", the Captain began. "If you think I'm going to dress up
like a goddam Kraut, you're..."

He was interrupted for a second time. This time by Traci, chambering a round
into the Schmeisser, recently the property of the late Sergeant Dahman.

"Captain, that wasn't a request." The blonde said pointing the sub-machine gun
toward them.

Tina softened. "Look" she said, "The only person who should be with us is the
professor. You're here now, and that's unfortunate, but we must just make the
most of a bad job."

The dark haired girl then indicated to Mohr. "Before I killed him, he was
screaming his head off for help" She then tapped Kessemeier's body with her
foot.

"Also, this one's a Captain and the other a Sergeant. I think these three were
part of a bigger patrol and their buddies are gong to come looking for them
when they fail to show."

Tina went on. " The professor' presence here is vitally important to the war
effort. You must take my word for it".

"When the Krauts find the plane, with the crew gone and their buddies dead,
there's going to be a shitload of Heinies all seaching for your sorry asses
and getting in our way. We can get you back to England but you're going to
have to do exactly as we say."

The Captain spoke briefly with his wounded co-pilot before saying "Ladies.
After what you did to the Krauts, how could we refuse. I'm just glad you're on
our side."

The airmen quickly donned the German uniforms and set about dressing the
corpses. It was as they were doing so that the Lieutenant exclaimed "Jeez look
what the girls did to their faces".

"He's got a point." Tina said. "Nobody's going to believe these gooks died in
an aircrash".

It was true. It was obvious that the three bodies now dressed as Americans had
died of strangulation.

She went on. "We're going to have to set fire to the aircraft and get out of
here before it brings every Kraut in the area down on us. Get the loadmaster
out, the Germans will think he was thrown clear."

The two flyers pulled their dead comrade, a Sergeant who had died when the
Messerschmidt nightfighter had riddled their aircraft with cannon fire and
brought it down, from the wreckage and arranged the dead Germans two in the
cabin and one in the fusilage.

Then having loaded the equipment canister into the small Renault sedan, they
had hidden away, they placed timer delayed incendiary devices in the aircraft.

Before they made their way back to the Chateau, the three airmen were
blindfolded.

Tina said by way of explanation. "You said yourself you would never have
believed what we did was possible. Well, neither do the Germans, and that is
the secret of our success. The less you know about us, the less you will be
able to tell if you're captured. Believe me, the Krauts would do anything to
find out who we are."

Traci drove off just as the plane erupted in a sheet of flame. The Germans
never would learn the identity of the burnt corpses and would assume that the
missing SS men, had been ambushed by the Maquis.

On their arrival back at the Chateau, the Professor accompanied the two OSS
agents and was debriefed by Louise La Venger, while the two airmen were taken
to the cellar, while plans were made for their return to England.

Phase 2 of the mission had been completed.

To be continued.