Starring at the grainy photo of the executed Mussolini, he started to sweat. The photo, with its ominous caption, had been circulating through the capital courtesy of resistance groups.
The traitor mulled his chances. To stay put meant certain death. A potential, though very tenuos refuge, was just a border away. True safety, however, was harder to reach. There was Spain and possibly Switzerland. Much further out were the Fascist friendly regimes in Argentina, Paraguay and possibly Chile.
The traitor was isolated and his situation seemed hopeless. But there were glimmers of hope: There was no immediate danger of mob action, official arrest was possibly weeks away, and he had access to identity documents, cash, and by extension, perhaps even a piloted airplane.
What does Quisiling do? Can he escape and survive?
The traitor mulled his chances. To stay put meant certain death. A potential, though very tenuos refuge, was just a border away. True safety, however, was harder to reach. There was Spain and possibly Switzerland. Much further out were the Fascist friendly regimes in Argentina, Paraguay and possibly Chile.
The traitor was isolated and his situation seemed hopeless. But there were glimmers of hope: There was no immediate danger of mob action, official arrest was possibly weeks away, and he had access to identity documents, cash, and by extension, perhaps even a piloted airplane.
What does Quisiling do? Can he escape and survive?
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