The next morning, they continued their journey toward Prague with the intention of giving the capital as wide a berth as possible. Katrina could already see the city in the distance when they stopped at yet another crossing that gave them the option of going straight into Prague or right to Pilsen.
Pilsen wasn’t their intended destination, but what difference did it make where they crossed the demarcation line into the American sector? Pilsen was as good as Karlsbad in her eyes and if the distance to cover was less, all the better.
“Let’s head for Pilsen,” she said, excitement in her voice, when she noticed another sign a few meters further away that struck terror into her heart and mind.
“Richard, do you see that sign?”
He turned his head and nodded gravely. The sign read:
Warning –
