A sergeant from the Royal Corps of Signals sat in front of a Telefunkens
transmitter, which had found its way to Norfolk from Hamburg via Lisbon and
Cork. “Right,
old girl,” the slight military man said. “Ten minutes to transmission time.
Let’s go over the report from the Ghost’s network one final time. It is
water-tight, but we’ll just make sure.” Rosetta
tossed her raven hair, which had been pinned up inside her ATS cap.
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