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" Fräulein ," a voice like gravel and ice said. "You are lost."

The chateau stood silent under a slate-gray sky, a relic of occupied France in 1944. But within its cold, marble halls, a different kind of resistance was brewing. The Inglourious French Maids, a shadow unit of the underground, had only one rule: the enemy would never see the dusting rag coming. " Fräulein ," a voice like gravel and ice said

He smirked. "Empty your… uniform."

Mackenzee turned. Von Hammer was bigger than his file photo suggested, a bull of a man with a monocle and a scar. And he was looking not at her face, but at the bulge of the camera-shaped compact she was hastily trying to hide… down her front. The Inglourious French Maids, a shadow unit of

The shot was a soft phut . Von Hammer crumpled like a sack of flour, a surprised look on his face. Von Hammer was bigger than his file photo