'I don't like killing but I'm good at it. Murder isn't so bad from a distance just shapes popping up in my scope. Close-up work though - a garrotte around a target's neck or a knife in their heart - it's not for me. Too much empathy that's my problem. Usually. But not today. Today is different . . . '
The year is 1955 and something is very wrong with the world. It is fourteen years since Churchill died and the Second World War ended. In occupied Europe Britain fights a cold war against a nuclear-armed Nazi Germany.