Some helicopter of thought come across Bikford as he watched her like a canonical of a penny farthing wheel .He squinted with one eye on her .The Silver Blonde hair and that bee hive hairstyle . He knew she would have that pearl necklace under the scarf she wore .That ruby red lipstick hiding the evil lips and hawkish nose .
He hated having to deal with the French resistance full of double agents collaborationist of the Vichy Regime with its ranks of Communists, conservative Catholic priests, liberals, anarchists,and aristocrats.
But they provided him with this lense for the flashlight . One he would soon have to wind the handle on of its dynamo to provide the power for his signal.He wish he had some red light he could spot on her eyes.
A beam of special magic John West had given him for this under cover mission. He could taste the sense of victory he would be able pass through even under pressure he would cook his way out it some how. He could feel the target singlet was close to coming and he would be off racing to the next one twenty miles away his legs could pump . Past the potato sheds that lined his way.
Where would she be the next one he would have to pass with . On the edge of his mind was his partner now he needed the lead light?
