Elizabeth and I have started a regular Sunday AM Writing post in our Sleepless City group. To read the other WIP snippets check out the group.
This week’s WIP snippet is from Comes a Horseman, book 3 of my WWII Echoes Rising series.
“Get down!” Michel hissed. He dived behind the shed next to the main station building and crouched low. Beside him, Ken laid a hand on his shoulder, pointed behind them, and shrugged.
Michel cocked his head, silently asking where the hell Sébastien and Nicolas were, but Ken shook his head. The two men had been a couple of metres behind him a moment ago.
This mission from the SOE wasn’t going according to plan at all. It was supposed to be straightforward—blow up a section of railway track to delay supplies being shipped to Caen this next evening. They had received the mission specs directly from London, so they knew it was an important one.
The shed they were hiding behind was part of an old railway station the Germans had taken over, so it wasn’t used by civilians. The station wasn’t always manned, and tonight it was supposed to be deserted. Why were these soldiers here?
“Search the area!” The Oberleutnant in charge barked the order. “You’re looking for explosives and anyone out after curfew.” Footsteps pounded the ground near them. At least six men if Michel had counted correctly. He heaved a sigh of relief as they passed by his hiding place, although it would only be a matter of time before they returned.
Not only were the soldiers here when they weren’t supposed to be, but they knew the Resistance had targeted this section of track that night.