We want to take revenge on the Germans. Maybe a bomb? Ooh, poison! On food “donated” by another, totally not British government.

MichelStMarie gets all tarted up (disguised as a german businessman), and goes to deliver the “gifts”. They invite him to dinner.

Next day, as we getting loaded up, we do see a few body bags coming off the German ship.

We decide to cut straight across the desert, skipping a stop.

A week or so in, we see a couple British warships. They request a meeting.

LadyKizzieJames is being escorted. She is headed to the town we were in. They ask for any news. MichelStMarie tells them what has happened.

We have dinner with them.