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" Auf Wiedersehen , General," she whispered.

She slipped away, climbing the servant's staircase to the second floor. Von Hammer’s study door was locked, but a hairpin from her impossibly coiffed blonde hair and a soft click later, she was inside. There, on the mahogany desk, was the leather folio. She photographed each page with a miniature camera hidden in a powder compact. " Auf Wiedersehen , General," she whispered

Pop. The third.

Pop. The second button.

Downstairs, the orchestra played on. Mackenzee stepped over the body, adjusted her dress (leaving three buttons strategically undone), and walked back into the party. As she passed a cluster of stunned SS officers, she grabbed a full champagne flute, took a long sip, and winked at the young, blushing aide-de-camp. There, on the mahogany desk, was the leather folio

The game was up. But Mackenzee Pierce didn't panic. She had another weapon. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the top button of her maid's dress. Then the next. "You want to see what I'm hiding, General?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The third