Chapter Eight
Mike Wertz stood to attention having been summoned by his commanding officer Colonel Aleksandra Wiśniewski. “At ease Mike,” she said sitting behind a desk. “I have a job for you this morning.”
“An assignment Ma’am?”
“Not your usual. It’s a pick-up and delivery.”
Mike’s expression threw up a question mark.
“For reasons I am not privy to, General Shelby is gracing us with his presence. He has asked for you personally and by name, to collect him from the airfield at Leipzig. He’s flying in on an L-4. Piloting himself I believe. Why Leipzig I don’t know.”
“What time is he landing Ma’am?”
“In about two hours.” She laid a set of keys on the desk. “Take my car it’s a better ride than the pool jalopy.”
“And Mike I am hearing that I have been cited as correspondent in your tif
