Nat Nwe - You are a true man, I promise.

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At dusk, the jeep carrying Harry Carter crossed the bridge of the magnificent Dar El Kouq mansion outside Algiers and stopped before the beautifully decorated gate.

“Wait here”

Carter ordered the driver to leave, then climbed the steps, past the guards. Inside, in the cool, dark hall, a young captain in summer uniform was working at a desk. The nameplate in front of him read, “Captain George Kussett.” He looked up at Carter. He stood up when he saw Carter’s uniform, the crowns on his shoulders, and the second-class knighthood.

"What should I do, Major?"

Qatar shows off his permit...

"I have an appointment with General Eisenhower..."

Captain Kusat looked at the permit for a moment and then nodded.

"It will take about ten minutes, Major. Sit down for a moment, I'll go tell you about the Major's arrival."

Harry Carter went out through a glass door into the courtyard and sat down in a chair. He hesitated for a moment, then took an old silver cigarette case from his coat pocket and selected a cigarette.

He was forty-two years old, not very tall. He was a handsome man. His face was calm and gentle. He never smiled as he always did. He looked good in his military uniform. But what was surprising was that he was not of military descent, but the second son of a wealthy miller in Yorkshire, and was a natural scholar. He was educated at Leeds High School until he was thirteen, and then went to Winchester School.

He was transferred to the school. In 1917, he left the school and enlisted in the army. He served as a child infantryman on the Western Front for the last eighteen months of World War I.

Then he went to Cambridge University. He became a brilliant scholar. He served as a visiting professor of archaeology at the University of Florence. Then he returned to Cambridge University. At the age of thirty-five he became professor of ancient history.

After the Munich Agreement, he was recruited by British intelligence. He was involved in dismantling German espionage in England. He then moved to the Auxiliary Operations Division. He eventually moved to Cairo and worked at the Italian headquarters.

Responsible. Then came the issue of Sicily.

He saw movement behind him and when he looked, he saw Captain Kusat.

"Major Carter, General Eisenhower will receive you right now."

Eisenhower's office, like the rest of the mansion, is beautifully decorated with original architectural features. Only the maps on the wall indicate that it was the main office of the commander-in-chief of the North African Command.

When they entered the room, Eisenhower was standing on the outside patio. Cigarette

Drinking. He was wearing riding breeches and boots. He rode out as he usually did every evening. He turned towards them and walked briskly. On his face was a famous smile. A smile that no one could imitate.

"Get some coffee, George... Wait, the Major would like some tea?"

He said to Kusat.

"Coffee is fine, sir."

Carter answered. He left abruptly. Eisenhower pointed to a chair for Carter and opened a file on the table.

"How can a university student like the Major be a peasant from Sicily?"

"For this, I would like the General to consider the university art club. I have even thought about entering the world of theater."

"Is the Major really that good?"

"If I wasn't that good, I wouldn't be here, General."

Carter replied calmly.

"When the Special Operations Command sent the major to Cairo to take charge of the Italian section, they didn't seem to take into account the fact that the major had traveled to Sicily three times on personal matters."

The general said while looking at the file.

"Yes, General, but we have no other choice. When it comes to Sicily, there is no one else who knows more about the people and the languages ​​of that island than me. I did some archaeological excavations there around 1930."

"So now that the Major is going to go once again, don't you think the Major is a little too old for this kind of thing?"

Then Eisenhower pushed a piece of paper across the table. Carter picked it up. It was a special operations command.

Operational Directive No. 592

For Major Harry Carter,

Operation, right arm

Military area name, Fortunato

Registered name: Giovanni Niccio

Content

We have already discussed with Comrade the possibility of another visit to Sicily to complete the tasks he had undertaken during his visit to Sicily in February of this year. His mission, to be reiterated, is to liaise with the revolutionary groups in the Cammarata area to ensure maximum cooperation when the Allied forces launch a major offensive.

To fulfill this responsibility, the comrade must clearly understand in his mind that there is no reason to prevent him from returning to the above-mentioned area.

Program

He will travel to Sicily via the Maison Blanche air base by helicopter from the 138th (Special Mission) Squadron. He will parachute 10 kilometers west of Verona. He will be welcomed by the local revolutionary group. The comrade will live in the area under the name Giovanni Ciscio.

Internal communication

Communication with the revolutionary forces in the Pamola region was through the Velona headman, who was living in a hut outside the town. Communication with the headquarters was by radio through the communications officer in the Velona region, Vittorio Barvi.

Weapons

You can use whatever you like, but unarmed combat should be prioritized.

Conclusion

Comrades, please note that this task is important. No other matter should take priority over this task. Complete within two weeks.

We will carry out the mission. We will take you back by submarine. Detailed plans will be given by radio at the appropriate time. Delete now ... Delete now ... Delete now

Carter took a match out of his pocket and struck it with his thumb. He touched the small flame to the bottom corner of the instruction sheet. When the instruction sheet caught fire, he walked over to the unlit fireplace and threw it in.

"The general shouldn't have this instruction in his hands either."

The door opened and a man entered carrying a coffee pot and plates on a brass tray.

“Thanks, George, I’ll add my own.”

Eisenhower said. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then lit a cigarette.

"I think the Major knows more about the current situation in Sicily than anyone in North Africa, so let's talk about Sicily."

"What more do you want to know, General?"

"Explain the mafia to me."

"I think the general will have a file on the mafia."

“Yes”

Qatar lights a cigarette.

"The mafia emerged as a secret society during a time of intense oppression. During that time, the mafia was the only weapon of the peasants, the only truth."

"Keep talking"

"The general needs to understand the situation from them. Their land is a different world from ours. The climate is bad, the soil is not fertile, fighting there is a struggle for survival, the motto of that world is omata. Omata means to be manly, to have honor, not to seek help from authority figures, and if you have a problem, you go to the capo."

"Yes, Kapo."

Eisenhower frowned.

"A capo is a boss. No matter what you say, wherever you go in Sicily, you'll find a mafia capo in charge of that area."

"Is it still there?"