The story begins when highly trained USNR pilot Doug Conyers is sent on a mission to Paris and Copenhagen via confidential Presidential orders, and the last thing on his mind was falling in love. A chance meeting with a brilliant research scientist at a Copenhagen Jazz club leads them not only to the love of a lifetime, but on the run of a lifetime. As a scientist at a prestigious Copenhagen research institute, Anna has just unraveled the molecular formula from sulphur water that can revolutionize medicine or wipe out humanity in the wrong hands – a discovery that must be kept secret at all costs. As Nazi Germany invades Denmark and Norway, her sister’s life is compromised and Anna must flee with her secret immediately.
Excerpt from Chapter 5
As Doug strode down the tarmac, he saw his friend and fellow aviator, Lenny. Both men had recently been involved in a highly confidential special test program on Catalina Island to undergo special combat, martial arts and counter espionage training.
There, they renewed a friendship that had begun in prep school as youngsters.
“Doug, great barrel roll,” Lenny teased, his brown eyes twinkling.
Doug jokingly, in his deep voice, took a well-deserved dig at his pal, whose reputation as a skirt chaser was well known. “Hey, Sir Glad-a-Bag, thanks. How are ya? What are you doing here?”
Lenny laughingly bristled back,
“That would be Sir Galahad to you, pal.”
Doug gave Lenny a friendly “hello” slap on the back, then switched subjects quickly.
“Yup, Sir Galahad. He’s a great thoroughbred and probably having one hell of a time at the stud farm—I’ll bet you one hundred dollars his offspring will win the Derby this year. Speaking of which, how are the gals?” he said with good-natured nonchalance.
Both men were tall, handsome, single and very popular with the ladies.
“Last time we went out on the town together, you went home with the blonde AND the brunette, and I got the redhead, right? It’s true what they say about that temper, I discovered,” Doug recollected ruefully. “Next time, I get the blonde,” he said as he grinned.
Lenny started to make a flip comment regarding studs, but remembered his message. He looked intently at Doug. “We have both just been ordered to headquarters to meet with the top brass.”
“Any idea why?” asked Doug in a rather nonchalant fashion.
“I think it might be serious this time,” Lenny said with a faint grin.
“The Secretary of the Navy!”
Doug took off his sunglasses, squinting his green eyes in the sunlight,
“You mean Frank Knox?” He looked seriously at Lieutenant Leonard Anderson, both losing their lighthearted demeanors as they proceeded together toward the building to meet with Secretary Knox.
So, it’s time, Doug thought to himself, about time. After all, there isn’t much more I can learn doing drills. He drew himself up, squared his shoulders and marched into the building.
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An aide escorted them directly into the Secretary’s office, and after shaking hands, both men took a seat in the leather chairs in front of the large mahogany desk.
“Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to inform you that you will both be leaving for Paris immediately.”