Dietrich slammed his hand against the desk. The attack against the big Allied depot had turned out to be abandoned and no longer in use. The information the spy had given them had been false. To make matters worse, the description of the fake German spy, had sounded suspiciously like one Sergeant Moffitt of the Rat Patrol. How the man had managed to get past General Zimmerman, was beyond him. Moffitt's German was adequate, but was not extensive and still bore a slight accent. Dietrich considered his English much better than Moffit's German. Perhaps the tension of war blinded those to Moffitt's German. People had too many important things to consider than focusing on whether or not every person's German was good or not. How he would love to be able to send then to a POW camp. The Rat Patrol was turning his hair prematurely grey. He was always so close to capturing them before they slipped from his grasp. Sometimes Dietrich wondered if they did it on purpose to torment him.