O’Malley headed the Mosquito west, letting her ease down to low altitude. Arno called in directions.
“We are coming to the divide. There we will follow the ridge north.”
O’Malley followed instructions. As they swept up the ridge they saw below them a great fire, with several smaller fires breaking out near by.
“Colonel Benson’s boys have hit the flying field,” Stan observed to O’Malley.
“Sure, an’ I think they’re over the Bolero place right now.” O’Malley jerked his head to the right. At that moment Tony’s voice came in over the intercom.
“The bombers are attacking the villa.” He tried not to show his feelings, but the boys knew how he felt. His home was being blasted.
“The whole German staff for this area ought to be down there at this hour,” Stan answered. “It’s tough, but we have to do it.”
“I know,” Tony agreed. “If the boys catch even half the staff there, I’ll be satisfied.”
“Now head west again, very low,” Arno ordered.
O’Malley swept lower over the darkening terrain. Stan began to wonder how Arno was going to spot any landmarks. Hopping out into the night would not be so nice. There were lakes and woods and rocky ridges all over the country.