Gibraltar, 2 days later
Brody looked through the cracks of the shutters into the darkness. The feint glow of lamp from the base down the road was the only light. He walked back to the small table in the tiny room. A candle was the only light he would dare have. On the table was some papers and the radio he used to send messages to his superiors in Berlin. His last transmission was yesterday and there was no reply yet. He looked over at the documents and the small crate on the floor. He was almost scared to look at them anymore. What they contained was of such sensitive information, that the British would kill anyone on sight who they think might have stolen them. And that man was Brody.
Voices! Coming down the road. Dogs too. Brody blew the candle out and reached down into his belt and gripped the Luger pistol. They came closer. If they came in he would have to shoot. His radio, his equipment. It would be a dead giveaway. He tucked the documents into his coat and stood in the shadows. The voices walked past. The dogs barking grew quieter. Brody let out a long sigh.
"Damn them. What are they waiting for!?" Brody swore quietly. When he alerted his commanders of his findings they had told him to stay put. Gibraltar was a tight place to sneak in and out of. High security. He could escape on a small boat or make a run for Spain. Each was risky, but as time dragged on he was finding the waiting to be even more risky.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The radio came to life. Brody rushed over. A transmission was inbound. Within a few minutes Brody was busy decoding it. When finished he read it to himself.
"U-Boat on route to extract you. Should arrive within a week. Will make one more transmission when they are within 1 day. Pick-up will be at Windhill Beach. Do what is needed to avoid capture until this time. Escape by land or boat to risky. Over."
Brody sighed and went and layed down on his cot.
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