‘Great Hawk do you read me…we need Otto urgently.’ Habicht, standing next to Kreuz, seemed unconcerned that Europa had been unable to raise Division – ‘Great Hawk’ – all day, and that there was no ‘Otto’ – fuel – forthcoming. But Kreuz knew that inwardly the C.O. was worried. They had slipped through the Russian lines quite easily, and now they would make their last dash for Budapest. But to what purpose, if there was no Division Viking to follow them up? With a sigh the radio operator took off his sticky headphones and turned to face Habicht, dark violet circles under his blood shot eyes. ‘Sir, I don’t think I’d raise them if I tried till I was blue in the face. It’s almost as if they’re not there, sir,’ he ended a little desperately. ‘Of course Division is there!’ Habicht snapped. ‘Try again, man!’ Reluctantly the radio operator put on his earphones once more, while Habicht dismissed his young officers. ‘What about you, Kreuz?’ Habicht asked, when his second- in-command showed no signs of moving.
