"Director, urgent wire from the field! The Ironclad Squad has been decimated near the Louvre. The Milice Action Section, backed by the Gestapo and the SS, sprang the trap. Our losses are catastrophic. The mission to rebuild the Paris Station has failed."
"Aside from The Nightingale and The Sparrow, the rest of the 'Canvas' cell were either executed on the spot or taken into custody. We walked straight into a slaughterhouse."
The telegram, sent by the rescued agent Celeste, hit Colonel Masterman’s desk like a live grenade. In his London office, the Director of the SOE erupted. The sound of crashing porcelain echoed through the halls of Baker Street as he vented his fury. He slammed his fist onto the oak table, his voice a guttural roar:
"Summon every officer in the Telecommunications win
