“Eisenhower commissioned you personally! And made you an American!” Jean-Robert cried out. “You must have impressed them yanks girl.”
“What they see in me isn’t good Jean. I put a British Lieutenant in hospital yesterday.”
“Something to do with that bruise on your cheek?”
“Everything to do with it.”
“So? Self-defence.”
“I dislocated and broke his arm.”
“You fought in a worse war than those tin soldiers, Frenchie. You and a rifle and what we could scavenge. No artillery. No tanks. No back up aircraft. It was kill or be killed. The Germans did not take the Resistance prisoner. They shot them on sight. So you reacted. The first rule was disable the enemy and then kill them. What do they expect?”
“They expect me to do exactly what I did. I am precisely what they want. An assassin. A kil
