A chill shot through me. These pictures came from my contact within the French government, which meant that someone in the French intelligence service had been keeping close tabs on me. My cover was compromised, and I could only hope that I could get a step ahead of them before they discovered that I knew about their surveillance. I immediately cranked up the generators on my radio and tapped out the emergency code that informed my superiors at British Intelligence that I was coming in, possibly under fire.