Chapter Eighteen
The night drive from Berlin to the outskirts of Magdeburg was a two-hour journey and the temptation to get there quickly was burring inside him. Go in a slow hurry, he could hear Masterman saying inside his memory.
And what would Masterman think of his protégé now? Heading into enemy territory on an unsanctioned mission, an illegal firearm in tow and his own people scrambling around trying to find their very own rogue agent? Masterman would probably snort with derision and say, “Well, you buggered that up, Jack old boy!”
He took his time, dousing the lights when it was safe to do so and sticking to back country roads. He had studied the Vogel farmland over the past few months. He knew its location and how it was laid out. His plan was to drive past the farm, dog-leg bac
