Those are fucking 105mm field howitzer rounds!
He took out a pencil and paper and started writing down the stenciled markings. This took some effort, and he had to go back and forth between holding the binocs and writing with the pencil. Then he read back over what he had written and peered again through the glasses to confirm he’d gotten it right.
He looked at Fuller.
“Think you can find your way back to the apartment?”
Fuller pointed to his nose.
“By scent,” he said, grinning.
Canidy looked over at the other warehouse. Antonio Buda was helping wheel a manual lift that carried a crate out through the big doors. Canidy nodded in Buda’s direction and said, “Should I share that with our new friends?”
“We’ll just keep it our little secret,” Fuller said, smiling.
“And you’ll just keep your hands to yourself when you get there.”
“Okay, okay.”
Canidy handed Fuller the paper and Fuller read it:
* * *
TOP SECRET
OPERATIONAL IMMEDIATE
5APR43 1500
FOR OSS WASHINGTON EYES ONLY GEN DONOVAN; OSS ALGIERS EYES ONLY CAPT FINE.
BEGIN QUOTE
NO ANTACID REPEAT NO ANTACID BURNED OR SUNK IN PORT.
NO KNOWN REPEAT NO KNOWN ANTACID ASHORE.
AMMO FOR SMALL ARMS AND FOR HOWITZERS FOUND. CRATES LABELED 8MM MAUSER AND SONDERKART. 6LE.F.H.18 T83 10.5CM.
AMMO AND FUEL CANS BEING ONLOADED SHIP. DESTINATION UNKNOWN.
MORE TO FOLLOW.
JUPITER
END QUOTE
TOP SECRET
* * *
“When you’re done, after you get the confirmation,” Canidy said, “burn the message.”
“Right.”
“Then get some rest, and I’ll see you there as soon as I can,” Canidy added. “No telling what’s coming next.”
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