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Glenn
Glenn woke up feeling slightly better, although most of his body was aching. He half-opened one eye, scanning the room for the NKVD men who’d visited him last night.
They had been very clear. If he didn’t spill the beans about the inner workings of Operation Vittles, they’d resort to less conventional methods of interrogation. Once they started, he could never be released to his people, because it would cause a nasty diplomatic situation.
Naturally they hadn’t used these exact words, but he’d understood them loud and clear: if he didn’t talk, they’d torture him until he did and then dispose of him. He was scared to death, although foremost on his mind was Zara. The prospect of never seeing her again broke his heart. If only he’d told her how much he loved her before embarking
