to missions, simultaneously but scattered. And that, if nothing else, is disconcerting." "Let's await today's briefing before making judgments," suggested Jarda, steering them back to the impending revelation. The radio crackled with static, and a voice emerged, meticulously reciting the code. Jarda responded, providing the requisite code from the book, and the speaker, in flawless French, conveyed a message with an urgent undertone. "We're transmitting at great risk. Time is running out. The method of delivering messages must change. Tonight at midnight, all of you, rendezvous with the agent who will provide new instructions. The meeting point is the Loreto Chapel at St. John's Church. The agent will be positioned at the base of the stairs. Password: Rabbit. I repeat: Midnight, Loreto, St. John's Church in Brno. Confirm receipt of the message." Rose transcribed the information and spoke into the microphone, "Message received. However, we have some fundamental questions." "No time, the agent will explain everything. Over and out." The radio fell silent, leaving only the hum of white noise. "They must be joking, right?!" Marta fretted upon hearing the translated message. "Who do they think they are? We're not dogs to blindly follow orders." "But they emphasized its importance," Jarda interjected, his protest measured. "Easy for you to say. You're not going," Tonda retorted.
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