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Agent Zoe struggled to hear what the other parachutists were saying.

Air roared through the open cargo hatch in the British Halifax bomber as it approached the drop zone above central Poland.

Zoe was nudged forwards.

The other two parachutists with her said ladies first.

Zoe's legs dangled over the hole in the floor of the fuselage.

On this moonless September night in 1943, all Zoe could see below was darkness.

She put her hands on the metal on the edge of the fuselage, and that cold chill from the metal would have run up her arms.

Zoe tightened her jumpsuit. Her belt was packed with currency, Reichsmarks and United States dollars.

All of the clothes had been checked, checked the pockets in case there was anything British that might have given her away, a cigarette stub from the wrong manufacturer or a bus ticket

or anything. And in the pockets she had a torch, a spades, if in case she had to dig a hole

to hide her parachute. She had two revolvers, of which she was very

proud, and a small tin with a cyanide capsule in it in case she was caught and needed to take her

own life before being probably very brutally interrogated. Underneath the jumpsuit, she wore an old

overcoat, and underneath the overcoat was a blue silk dress.

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