“I am Jindra. We all use code names in case we’re caught by the Gestapo. In which case, one can’t betray anyone else in the group. Now, what is your mission here?”
Gabcik growled, “Wait a damn minute. We are taken to a strange apartment, surrounded by men armed to the teeth. You cross-examine us and satisfy yourself about our identity. You haven’t told us anything about you or your organization except it is a secret one, which is obvious. You can’t expect us to tell you everything!”
Jindra shifted his weight in his chair. Laser eyes looked straight at Gabcik. “Is it possible you are here to kill Heydrich?”
Stunned, Kubis exclaimed “Good God! How did you know?” Both men stared at Jindra, who actually smiled, displaying crooked, tobacco-stained teeth.
“We have contacts as well. They’re not very good, but they are contacts all the same. Is it true?”
Gabcik paused, thinking. He finally said, with iron in his voice, “Yes, and we’re going to get him.”
Jindra responded, “Then we’ll give you all the help we can. You should know that since Heydrich arrived, waves of arrests have crippled us. Intellectuals are especially persecuted and often executed. There is nothing in the law justifying such treatment, but it continues nevertheless.”
He stood, ending the meeting. “Henceforth, you will be dealing with Hajasky,” nodding to a slight, middle aged man with a beard standing quietly in the back of the room.
Hajasky’s specialty was finding safe houses and providing authentic-looking false identity cards and papers. He took one look at the documents the parachutists were carrying and laughed out loud. “This is what they gave you in London?This wouldn’t get you past even the stupidest German soldier or Czech policeman. Look at the spelling errors and the shitty ink on the stamps. Christ! Someone back there should have his ass kicked!”
From Chapter IV, World War II Black Ops, Vol. 1