“I understand that you wish to return to France,” the man behind the mahogany desk said. “That’s correct,” I said. “Your motivation?” he asked, smoothing the corners of his moustache. “To do my bit for the war effort,” I said, “to defeat the Nazis and to discover what’s happened to my husband.” “It would be extremely risky,” the officious-looking man said, “suicidal even, for a lone woman to undertake such a venture. However, there is an alternative.” “Alternative?” I frowned. “Yes. We’ll parachute you in, as one of our people. Of course, you’d have to undertake training first. Rigorous training. Top secret training. If you fail, I’m afraid it will mean a spell in the cooler, possibly until the war is over.” “The cooler?” “But I trust it won’t come to that,” he said, ignoring my question. “When can you start?” I began immediately. And during my training I met two people who would radically reshape my life - Guy Samson and Mimi Duchamp. I also discovered secrets about myself, abilities beyond my imagination. However, as the training heated up so the situations became all too real, until they reached a point where I had to kill, or be killed.