Playbirds - Continental No 49

Clara took a slow sip of his drink, her eyes scanning the room. At the far table, three men in grey suits were pretending not to watch them. "The 'Continental' doesn't just give up its secrets for free. We had to play the long game tonight."

"The border was tighter than usual," Elias replied, keeping his voice low. "Did you get the microfilm?" Playbirds Continental No 49

"Better," she whispered, leaning in so close he could feel the hum of her pulse. "The flight plan. They’re moving the prototype at dawn. If we leave now, we can beat the sunrise to the airfield." Clara took a slow sip of his drink,