The Informer (Sabotage Group BB) Read Online Free

up?” he asks.
    “Get in!”
    He gets in. No need for more words. Alis K tells the driver to go, and the cab slowly starts to move.
    “We’ll talk when we get there,” she says, and Borge nods his head.
    The taxi goes north on Strandvejen following the coastline. Through the windows, Borge is watching the wet city go by. The grand villas of the rich, and behind them, the beach and Oresound, the narrow sound between Denmark and Sweden. He smokes one more of his terrible cigarettes. Doesn’t offer any to Alis K. She has still got her hand inside her pocket. Borge doesn’t like this. If she thinks he is the rat, informing the Germans of the hit on Super last night, she will kill him.
    They drive in silence. The taxi crawls along the streets. Downhill it tops at 40 kilometers per hour. It is a gas generator car driving on gasses made from kindling wood, and this is top speed. Only the Hipo, the Germans, and some rescue vehicles are allowed the use of gasoline.
    The taxi halts at Dyrehaven, the old hunting fields of the Renaissance Kings. Alis K pays the driver as they exit the taxi.
    “The rain’s stopped,” she says as the taxi puffs away. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods.”
    “What’s all this about, Alis K? I want an explanation.”
    “You are the one who’s got something to explain.”
    “Me?”
    A royal stag crosses the path up ahead. The deer in these woods are used to humans. Alis K stops to look at it. “I talked to the smith apprentice today.” Her voice is calm. She doesn’t look at Borge.
    “Hm,” Borge says. “He’s a good boy.”
    “Maybe so.”
    “He will be able to make Sten guns,” Borge says, unable to stand the silence. “We are always in need of decent guns. We can all have submachine guns.”
    “He doesn’t trust you.”
    “What?”
    “I’m not sure, I trust you.” She starts to walk again.
    “Now, listen …”
    “Somebody ratted us out last night.”
    “What’s that got to do with me?”
    “At first I figured, it could’ve been Jens…but BB says no way.”
    “Stop it!” Borge grabs her by the shoulders. “Now, you listen to me! I’m not an informer. I waited the whole night out at Jens’s hideout because I also figured it could’ve been him ratting us out.”
    “How much did you tell the smith apprentice?”
    Borge staggers. Looking away. “Fuck.”
    “I just can’t comprehend, that you , Borge, of all people, couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
    “He knew we were to hit the garage last night. He drove past it this morning to see the destruction, but there wasn’t any destruction. That’s why he doesn’t trust you.”
    “Listen, Alis K, I’m sorry. Maybe I was a little too keen on getting him into our group. It won’t happen again. If he is the one who betrayed us, I’ll take him out myself.” He lights a new cigarette. His hands shake.
    “I don’t think he’s the informer.” She snatches the cigarettes, pulling one from the package herself. “Thank you.”
    “It could’ve been him. He knew we were to sabotage the Super garage last night, but he doesn’t know who we are, or where we live. I’ll handle him.”
    “He’s not the problem. The problem is you, Borge.” She looks him straight in the eye, placing the cigarette between her full lips.
    “I haven’t told anybody else, Alis K. I promise. It was a stupid thing to do. A mistake.”
    “Are you still capable of getting guns?”
    “Maybe. I know a guy. It’s pistols from the Danish Army stolen from a weapons stock on Amager a few weeks ago.”
    “Get me one for tonight.”
    “You’re not planning to…”
    “Your smith apprentice has to be tested. He is to kill the Hipo bastard as arranged. I’m meeting him at six o’clock by the gates of the municipal hospital.”
    “What if he refuses? We’ve never forced anyone to terminate a traitor.”
    “Then he’ll refuse and we won’t have anything to do with him ever again.”
    Borge is glancing at the