Cold War Stories:- Over the Wall

[Stormtrooper1990]

This story serves as a companion piece to the story Betrayal on the Sands. It is April 1985, and Half British-Half German MI6 agent Caroline Vollner-Shaw as been given a dangerous assignment. An asset placed deep in the Stasi, as called for an emergency extraction fearing her cover had been blown. Caroline as been ordered to go over the wall and bring the asset to MI6. A seemingly easy mission, but as Caroline is about to discover there is no such thing as an easy mission. Like Harper Rasinski of the CIA, Caroline will learn what it is to be betrayed. It is this and a mutual acquaintance that will the two women to a fateful meeting, which will lead to the creation of a dedicated private espionage agency. This is her story...



British Checkpoint Tier Invaidenstrasse, West Berlin, 5th April 1985 20:00pm



" For the fifth time, my name is Katrina Haartz. I'am trying to get back home to my father Wolfgang in East Berlin, he's an important man in the local government. Now get out of the way, silly little Englishman!" Katrina stamped her feet in frustration as the British soldier, a young sergeant leafed through her papers. "Look, fraulien. I don't care if your father is the head of the GDR, you are not going through this checkpoint until an official from our consulate verifies them." Katrina snarled in exasperation. "You British and your bureaucracy! Were you in the GDR, you would be shot for your insolence. What is you're name soldier? I will lodge a formal complaint with your official when they arrive." Katrina took out a notebook and pen from her handbag as the soldier sighed rolling his eyes. "Sergeant Terry Griffiths, 29th Regiment Durham Light Infantry. Do you want my serial number too, fraulien?" Katrina scribbled in his name, "No that won't be necessary, sergeant." She said as she replaced the notebook in her handbag, with an air of smugness. At 21, Katrina was indeed the daughter of Wolfgang Haartz a highly placed member in the GDR. She had been sent by her father in a vain attempt to bring back her mother, Trudl, who had defected to West Germany and was living in Wilmersdorf in the British sector of Berlin. The trip was a wasted effort as her mother steadfastly refused to leave, as she hated the communists and stated " Better to live free then to live in fear." Katrina wasn't looking forward to telling her father the bad news. She was a looker with shallow cheekbones, rounded features and doe shaped turquoise eyes. Her light brown hair cut into a shoulder length bob. Katrina was dressed this evening in a belted black leather trenchcoat, with matching black beret, blue scarf about her neck, and light brown leather gloves. Underwhich, she wore a simple black and white polka dot dress with black stockings and black leather pumps. Katrina considered herself more fashionable then the decadent West Berliners with their garish colours and blue jeans. "Excuse me, Fraulein Katrina Haartz?" Katrina turned to see a very beautiful British woman, dressed in a two piece back suit approach her. "My name is Caroline Vollner-Shaw from the consulate. I would like to first offer my sincere apologies." She said as she flashed her credentials. Shaw was an attractive woman with high cheekbones, angular features and deep blue eyes, her medium length dark brown hair was tied into an elegant ponytail. Katrina noted a slight German lilt to her voice, that put her at ease. "Finally! Someone in authority! Will you please tell this dunkopf to let me go now. I have to get home." Katrina said gesturing to Sergeant Griffiths, who scowled at her. "Of course, Fraulein. My sincerest apologies." Shaw took Katrina's papers from the beleaguered sergeant. "But first, we need to get to the consulate and get this straightened out. I can give you a lift, my car is just down this alley." Katrina fell into step besides Shaw. "Certainly, I'am just glad there's someone who's in authority here." She shot an angry look to sergeant Griffiths as Shaw lead her away from the checkpoint.




As they walked down the darkened alley towards her car, Caroline made sure to lag a little bit behind the clueless Katrina. "Another thing, I want to report that dunkopf Sergeant that wasted my time. I have his na--mmph!" Before she could say anything further, Caroline had grabbed Katrina from behind clamping a hand over her mouth, muffling her cry of surprise as she snaked her arm around her slender throat, applying pressure. "Shh! I'am afraid I can't let you do that, little Katrina. I need your clothes and your papers. Queens orders, I'am afraid." Katrina screamed into Caroline's hand, but Caroline applied more pressure. "Don't fight it, girl. It will be easier if you don't fight. I don't want to kill you." She whispered into the girls ear, as she felt Katrina's struggles grow weaker, as she tightened her grip cutting off the blood flow to her brain. After 30 seconds, the German girl let out a sexy muffled rattle as she slumped unconscious into Caroline's arms. "That's it, meine liebschen to sleep." Caroline gently lowered the sleeping Katrina to the ground. "Now lets get you out of those clothes." Caroline stripped out of her expensive suit down to her underwear, then started to undress the unconscious Katrina. Caroline removed the girls beret, gloves, shoes, scarf and slipped off her trenchcoat revealing a simple but fashionable knee length polka dot dress. "Nice little outfit, my love. But it's mine know." Caroline rolled Katrina's body onto her side unbuttoning the dress from the rear, peeling off the garment from her shoulders and off her slim but attractive body, leaving her wearing a lace black slip, the nipples of her B-cup breasts peaking under the sheer fabric, and matching low waisted panties with lace stockings. As an afterthought, Caroline rolled off Katrina's stockings as well. "A nice surprise, I wasn't expecting lace on an East German. And a pretty one at that." Caroline said as she got dressed in Katrina's clothes, including the stockings. When she was finished, Caroline opened the trunk of her car retrieving some duct tape binding Katrina's wrists and ankles then gagged her. With the girl secured, Caroline scooped her onto her shoulders then walked over to a nearby dumpster. Opening it, Caroline tossed her inside like a sack of rubbish. " Here is your bed for the night, sweet Katrina. Sleep well, your clothes fit me like a glove." Caroline said to the unconscious girl as she closed the dumpster lid on her scantily clad body. Walking over to her car, Caroline stashed her clothes in her trunk then quickly exchanged Katrina's photograph with the one in her MI6 ID. Putting Katrina's doctored papers in her stolen handbag, Caroline exited the alley and walked back towards the checkpoint.



As Caroline approached the British checkpoint, sergeant Griffiths and his men did a double take. Caroline smiled as she handed her stolen papers to Griffiths. "I trust all is in order, Sergeant?" Behind him, the telephone in the guard house rang a young private ran to answer it and after a while he nodded putting the phone down then ran up to the sergeant whispering something in his ear. Griffiths flashed Caroline a dry smile, handing her back the papers. "Of course, have a pleasant evening Fraulein Haartz and good luck." He then turned signalling his men to open the barrier. As Caroline walked under the barrier, Griffiths mouthed a "Thank you." Caroline flashed him a warm smile as she past him towards the East German border guards. She approached a particularly square jawed Grentztruppen wearing an olive green uniform with matching garrison cap, the white stripes on his collar marked him as a sergeant. "Gutën Abend, Fraulein. Papers please." He said clicking his heels together. Caroline gave him her papers, followed by a warm inviting smile. As soon as he saw the name on the papers. "Entschuldigung, Fraulein Haartz, the daughter of the minister for agriculture, I should have realised. My apologies." He ended her papers back. " Don't worry sergeant. It's been a long day and I wish to be back home. Hanging around these damn capitalists, as made me nauseous." Said Caroline in German pitching a little laugh. The sergeant returned the laugh. "That I don't doubt. Welcome home Fraulein Haartz. Open the gate!' He ordered his men, as she walked past him and under the barrier. Has she entered Mitte, in the Soviet Sector, Caroline took a deep breath believing that the hardest part of her mission was done.



Mitte Soviet Sector, 20:15pm East Berlin


As Caroline walked the dark lonely streets of Mitte towards her goal in her stolen clothes, a bar called the Workers Cantina in Freidichshain, her mind wandered to her mission. At 25, Caroline Vollner-Shaw had been MI6 for five years recruited straight from the 1st Infantry Division based at Bielefeld. Born to a German mother and a British Colonel, who was in the 2nd Armoured Division, Caroline felt more German then she did British having never set foot in the UK. She specialised in disguise and infiltration, a skill she picked up while cross training with the CIA where she met Samantha Bruckner a woman she considered her best friend. However, the two didn't part on the best of terms and it had been a couple of years since they parted, in her downtime Caroline wondered what had become of her friend. She had tried to reach out to her CIA contacts, but had heard nothing yet and Caroline couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something was wrong. Especially after the offer, Samantha had made her that caused their rift. Shaking thoughts of the past, Caroline walked towards the Workers Cantina focused on the present. Her assignment was to extract Hildegard Bressler, a deep cover MI6 asset embedded with the Stasi. Her intel so far had been good, but now it seems the Stasi were on to her as she had signalled for an extraction. Which was strange given that so far the woman had held her cover. Feeling a slight trepidation, born from five years in espionage, Caroline entered the bar the small bell above the door tinkled announcing her arrival.



As Caroline entered the bar she found it was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday evening, there were plenty of men and women sat at the bar, and tables. The bartender had an odd nervous look on his face, as he scrubbed an empty pint glass. A bad feeling gripped Caroline's spine as she scanned the bar for Hildegard. Sure enough, sat at the back of the cantina was the ash blonde head of Hildegard Bressler. As Caroline approached her table, she appraised the woman, Bressler according to her dossier was a 26 year old secretary at the Stasi Headquarters nearby in Lictenberg, with shallow cheekbones, heart shaped features and narrow blue eyes framed by square framed spectacles. Her ash blonde hair, tied into a sensible bun. Bressler wore an unflattering black dress over which she wore a dark brown trenchcoat. Typical of the muted fashions of the GDR. As Caroline sat down opposite her, she looked around nervously. "Thank you for coming, Fraulein. I had feared that my message didn't get through, to your superiors. I'am glad they sent someone." Caroline couldn't place a finger on it, but something seemed off about Bressler. She decided to humour her. "Well, the MI6 doesn't abandon it's own Fraulein Bressler. I'am here to bring you safely across the wall. My name is Caroline Vollner-Shaw." Caroline held her hand, which Bressler shook with surprising firmness. "Curious, you sound a little bit German. No matter. Do you have anything with you? My travel documents and the like?" Caroline nodded her head. "Yes but we must be off, Fraulein. There are too many eyes here, you don't know who might be watching." To her surprise, Bressler laughed. "That's true we don't." Her voice sounded strange, almost smug. "While I would love to go with a evening stroll with you, Fraulein Shaw, I cannot." Suddenly she pulled out a Walther PP, and pointed it at Caroline's chest. "I'am Stasi! And you are under arrest for espionage in the German Democratic Republic!" As if on cue, the entire bar draw their Walthers at her, Caroline couldn't believe it she was surrounded by a bar of undercover Stasi. "I should have known, this was a trap. The damn bartender..." Caroline said as she raised her hands. "So you're undercover Stasi? How many of my fellow agents have you lured here?" Caroline said as she was manhandled out of the chair, by two undercover Stasi one man the other a young woman. Bressler laughed as she sat crossing her arms across her breasts. "You would be my third. Honestly, I'am surprised that MI6 still fell for my ruse. Either I'am too good, or someone in your agency doesn't like you." Bressler tittered as Caroline felt the cuffs snap over her wrists. "You have made a big mistake, Fraulein. One you won't live long enough to regret. I swear to god that my face will be the last thing you'll ever see." Bressler secreted her pistol in her coat, as she got up. As she approached Caroline Bressler cupped her face in her hand. "Is that so, Englander? No one ever escapes the Stasi. You shouldn't make idle threats." Bressler tossed Caroline's face aside, as she turned to the female Stasi on her right. "Take her to Headquarters. Give the pretty Englander a taste of GDR hospitality. I will follow shortly" The Stasi agents laughed, as Caroline felt a blow to the back of her head. Bressler's smug laughing face was the last she saw as she slipped into unconsciousness.



Basement of Stasi Headquarters Lictenberg 21:15pm



It had been an hour since her capture by Bressler and the Stasi, Caroline had been strip searched then hosed down by her captors. They had taken the clothes she had taken from Katrina Haartz. "Evidence for her upcoming trial." Was the explanation they gave, as the Stasi gave her back her matching black lace lingerie which was the only thing she was wearing, cuffed to this chair. Luckily they didn't thoroughly do a full body search, Caroline still felt her lock picks she had concealed in her bra's underwired lining. She just needed to pick her moment, and steal the appropriate uniform to escape this place. Then she would kill that bitch Bressler, her scheme had already cost the lives of two good agents. She couldn't be allowed to live. Caroline blinked taking stock of her surroundings, she was in a small interview room with no windows just a non-descript table and chair with a small voice recorder on the table and a single door. Next to the door, was a pretty young platinum blonde Stasi officer. Caroline appraised her. The woman's smart uniform consisted of a matching olive green jacket and skirt that reached down to the knee with sensible black pumps. Underwhich was a white shirt with black tie cinched around her throat. The markings on her epaulettes, cuffs and lapels indicated the rank of Sergeant, although Caroline thought she looked a little young for such responsibility. Perched on her blonde head was an olive green pillbox hat, with the GDR emblem surrounded by Oakleaves pinned at it's centre. Overall, Caroline believed her uniform would fit her reasonably well. The woman shifted uncomfortably under Caroline's inspection. "What are you looking out, capitalist trash!" She spat defensively in German. Caroline smiled broadly, replying in kind in a sweet menacing tone." Your uniform, it's looks really smart and clean. But I think it would look great on me, liebschen." The Stasi officers eyes widened but before she could form a reply, the door opened to reveal a middle-aged Stasi officer clutching Katrina's ID. "Huh? I half expected Bressler, to show up to revel in her victory." Caroline said dryly as the officer gestured to the sergeant to leave. Then the man walked around the table, perching in front of her. This close she could see the family resemblance with the sergeant. " Agent Bressler is going to be commended for her role in your capture, but that doesn't concern you. Agent Vollner-Shaw. Tell me. Do you know what the penalty is for espionage and for the assault of a citizen of the GDR?" Caroline looked him in the eye and smiled. "Let me guess? You will shove me into a hole in Hohenschönhausen? Do your worst, Stasi." The officer flung the papers on the table on anger. "This is no time for jokes, you half English mongrel! You will tell me all about MI6 operations in Berlin and beyond! Or we can make life very painful for you!" Caroline laughed despite her discomfort. "I won't tell you fucking nothing, Stasi! Besides, I won't be sticking around. I will be paying someone a little visit." The Stasi officer slid off the desk laughing. "You English, always think your so funny. Well I thought the German part of you would see sense, but apparently not. It doesn't matter, Fraulein Shaw. We will have plenty of time to get know one another." His clipped accent dripping with venom, Caroline fixed him with an icy stare. "Go to hell, Scheißkerl!." Caroline snarled as the officer slapped her across her face, her cheek stinging from the impact. "Sergeant!" The door opened as the blonde woman entered, flashing a salute. "Take her away! We shall resume in the morning by starting with the fingernails!" The officer spat back, as Caroline was hoisted out of the room by the pretty sergeant towards the detention block.



An half an hour later, Caroline found herself back in her cell a small room with barred doors, a boil for a toilet and a small cot with a grey blanket thrown over it. Not exactly the Ritz thought Caroline as she put her escape plan into motion. Not far down the corridor, sat the blonde Stasi officer that had brought her in, the young sergeant, at her desk with her feet up smoking her third cigarette. Disgusting habit, well it will be your last smoke bitch. Caroline thought as she removed her bra, tearing it up to retrieve her lockpicks. Caroline inserted the picks into the lock, creating as little noise as possible. As she heard the tumblers part one by one, Caroline ruminated on her plan. She had already decided to kill the Stasi sergeant, the uniform would serve her well as a tool for escape and to track down Bressler. Caroline knew that she couldn't leave the woman alive, as a witness to her escape. After all it was Samantha that said you do what you have to do, especially were the enemy are concerned and Caroline knew what she had to do. Feeling the last tumbler click, Caroline gently opened the cell door crouching low half naked hands outstretched towards the Stasi sergeant.



Sergeant Helga Lindberg sat with her feet up on her desk, taking another drag of her cigarette as she lamented her boring posting guarding the Englander bitch. At 21, Helga was the daughter of Oberst Kurt Lindberg, chief interrogator the man who had been trying to talk sense to the mongrel Shaw. Her father had gotten her this post, as a means of getting her into the Stasi without little or no formal training. Helga had to admit it was fun watching daddy torture the enemies of the GDR, she had even asked him to assist him one time but he said something about it "being man's work." And that was that. Still within a few years, she could well be a leutnant the best thing is she didn't need to lift a finger. That was daddy's job. She was a looker with sculptured cheekbones, diamond shaped features and piercing big blue eyes. Her medium length blonde coming above her shoulders. As she begun to take another drag, Helga felt a hand clamp around her mouth to muffle her cry then another placed on the side of her head. " Told you that uniform would look better on me!" Caroline hissed into Helga's ear, as she pulled the woman off her chair. Helga gave a muffled cry as the momentum broke her neck with a sickening crunch!



Panting with the adrenaline of the kill, Caroline tucked her arms under the blondes breasts dragging the corpse back into the open cell. Closing the cell door, Caroline knelt next to the dead woman and got to work. Caroline removed the woman's shoes and hat then unbuttoned the jacket, leaning the body against her, Caroline slipped off the jacket off the sergeants shoulders. After working the tie loose from her collar, Caroline unbuttoned the shirt pulling revealing a hint of a solid black bra enveloping C-cup breasts. "I will be taking that off your hands, sergeant." Caroline remarked to the corpse as she rolled her over, unzipping the skirt from the rear. Caroline peeled down the garment past the sergeants long dancers legs, exposing a matching solid black pair of low waisted panties covering the girl's womanhood and pert ass. After stripping off the sergeants shirt, Caroline admired the slim attractive body of a woman suited only to rear echelon work, as she unfastened the bra slipping off her shoulders. " Cute tits, honey. What are you doing in a Stasi uniform?" Caroline said as she looked at the well formed C-cup breasts of the dead woman, with full light pink roundel shaped areolas. After clipping on the stolen bra, which to Caroline's surprise fitted her well, she got dressed in the rest of the dead blondes uniform. When she had finished setting the pillbox hat on her head, Caroline picked up the half naked body of the dead Stasi sergeant laying her out on the bed. "There, that should give your father a shock in the morning." Caroline said to the corpse as she cocooned her using the sheer, before she exited the cell closing it behind her. Walking up to the desk, Caroline picked up the woman's ID papers. "Helga Lindberg, sergeant. Well your name should come in handy, at least until I leave this place. Caroline pocketed the ID in her stolen skirt, then walked past the desk onto an elevator. Pressing a silver buttoned "1", Caroline took a deep breath. It was time to kill Bressler and escape this dungeon.



Stasi Headquarters upper floor


As she got out of the elevator, Caroline took a look around the vast hall of the Stasi Headquarters, awed by the sheer size of the cavernous hall. It had the dimensions of a cathedral and this was just one floor. Letting out a small gasp in shock, Caroline realised that finding one woman in this place would be daunting. But she had to try, she had until morning until Helga's corpse was discovered, Caroline hoped it wouldn't take her that long to find Bressler. She was too dangerous to be left alive. Taking a step forwards, Caroline walked past groups of Stasi men and women, her stolen uniform and friendly smile fooling them all as they exchanged greetings with her. Walking past a huge GDR flag, hanging from the ceiling, Caroline walked up a staircase following signs to the break room usually the best place for office gossip. After five minutes, Caroline had found the door of the break room. Inside were two young Stasi women drinking cups of tea, the furthest a brunette gave the new arrival a nod before returning to her conversation. Caroline made a show of making herself a brew as she eavesdropped. "You hear that stuck up bitch, Bressler is in Kline's office right going to get her "commendation." " The redheaded officer scoffed into her cup. "Is that what call it now, not favours to the boss?" Caroline took a sip of her tea, as she listened further. " Yeah, bitch captures three MI6 agents and thinks that makes her, the new favourite? Bressler will get hers someday, comrade." Said the brunette as she downed her own tea. Finishing her own tea, Caroline felt the warm liquid pour down her throat then after setting her cup she walked out of the break room. It was time for a reckoning, with Fraulein Bressler. Caroline thought as she followed the names on the doors.


Hildegard Bressler sat in her handler's and secret lover, Oberst Detlaf Kline's office feeling a smug sense of superiority as her thoughts turned to the mongrel MI6 agent, Vollner-Shaw in the cells enjoying Stasi hospitality. Bressler felt pride at serving her nation, ridding the scourge of the west from the pure, true Germany. She hoped that she would get a promotion to field agent, after all she also slept with Kline so her chances were looking good and Hildegard felt tired standing on the sidelines. The sound of the door opening behind her, pushed the thoughts from her mind. "I'am so sorry that Herr Kline is delayed, Fraulein Bressler." Came an oddly familiar voice in German, which caused Hildegard to turn around. Her mouth dropped in shock when she saw Caroline Vollner-Shaw standing before her, dressed in a Stasi uniform. " You?! But how it's not possible-ugh!" Shaw smiled at her as she punched Hildegard in the jaw, stunning her before grabbing her in a headlock, Hildegard struggled under Shaw's vice like grip. "I told you, Bressler. I warned you that you had no idea you were dealing with. You see I killed a woman for this uniform, and now I'am going to kill you." Tears of fear streamed down her face as Shaw twisted her head savagely to the right. Hildegard felt her neck snap with a vicious crack. "It's nothing personal, meine liebe. You killed two good agents, and they deserved justice. Guten Abend, Fraulein Bressler." Was the final words Hildegarde heard, as her corpse was stuffed into a nearby cabinet. Her ambitions dying with her.



After Caroline had stuffed the corpse of Bressler in the cabinet, she searched the desk of Oberst Klein finding her confiscated ID she taken from Katrina Haartz. "This is will come in handy." Caroline smiled as she pocketed the false ID, and finding nothing else she left the room. Following the signs, Caroline made her way towards the rear carpark. After five minutes of walking through the imposing halls of Stasi Headquarters, Caroline found herself in the rear carpark. After taking a breath of air, she approached an unmarked black Stasi Lauda. Grimacing at the thought of driving such a small boxy car, Caroline tested the door. To her relief it was unlocked. "I guess they want these to be stolen." Caroline joked as she got behind the wheel, started the engine and drove out of the car park. Her next destination, was the Checkpoint at Mitte where she started her adventure. Smiling at the thought of things coming full circle, Caroline put her foot on the accelerator.


Near Mitte checkpoint, Soviet Sector 10:30pm


As Caroline sat in her cramped Stasi Lauda, she weighed up her options. There was no way she would be going through the checkpoint dressed in Stasi uniform, she would probably be able to bluff her way past the East German Gentztrüppen (provided the checkpoint had undergone a shift change.) but ran the risk of being arrested or worse shot, by her own side. And that wasn't an option. She needed a change of clothes and fast. Glancing in her driver's side mirror, Caroline had spotted a young woman walk towards her. Caroline appraised the woman, she was wearing a a very fetching beige pantsuit, with matching jacket, trousers and black high heeled shoes, underwhich she wore a white blouse unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. A silver chain glittered from her slender neck, with matching ear studs. It looked like she was heading towards the checkpoint and even better her clothes would be a decent fit. Smiling, Caroline exited the car putting her best officious Stasi face on.



Cindy Turner, walked towards the Mitte checkpoint desperate to get back home to her hotel in Wilmersdorf, in the British sector. At 27, Cindy had been NBC's woman in the divided German capital for only 6 months, following her predecessors reassignment to Pakistan to cover the Afghan-Soviet War, a posting see wanted so badly, she had even slept with her editor to get the job but that was to no avail. Instead she got assigned to Berlin, the dump of dumps. This particular night had her cross the wall just to interview the very boring Wolfgang Haartz about East German farm subsidies. She had tried to press him on the rumours about his wife's defection to the west, but the pig headed man had thrown Cindy out on the street. She caught her reflection in a particularly ugly looking black Lauda, liking what she saw. Cindy was a looker with a rounded face speckled with freckles, high cheekbones and almond shaped emerald coloured eyes. Her flame red hair tied into a tidy bun. The sound of the car door opening in front of her, almost made Cindy jump as a pretty Stasi officer, a brunette emerged flashing her Stasi ID. "Helga Lindberg, Ministry of State Security. Stop where you are." Cindy couldn't believe it, she opened her mouth in shock. "What the fuck? What the hell is this about? I'am NBC! You can't arrest me, you have no right!" Helga shook her head, getting in her face. "You are in the GDR, American princess. We can do what we like. This isn't Washington, spread yourself on the hood and hand me your bag." Cindy sighed in exasperation. 'I don't believe this. What is wrong with you people?" She said as she handed the Stasi woman her bag, complying with her instruction. "Freedom of the press, means nothing here, huh." As she laid her ends on the car bonnet, Helga searched her bag. "I'am just doing my duty, to the motherland American. We have had instances of sensitive information being smuggled by journalists. This is a new policy." Cindy scoffed with a disbelieving snort. "What? So you think I'am a spy? Did Herr Haartz put you up to this?" Helga pulled out her press ID, looking at it with apparent interest. Then she glanced at Cindy's suit, with an odd glint in her eye. "That's a very nice suit." Cindy's head shot around in surprise, caught off guard by the odd remark. "Wha-ugh!" Cindy cried out in pain, as the Stasi officer hit her in the back of the neck with a swift neck chop. She fell forwards slumping over the bonnet unconscious. " It will look better on me, liebschen." Caroline smiled as stood she over the the unconscious Cindy Turner.



Wasting no time, Caroline pulled the unconscious reporters body off the car bonnet opening the car door, laying her on the backseat. After getting in, Caroline stripped off her stolen Stasi uniform, and got to work stripping the unconscious Cindy. Caroline started by removing the woman's shoes and putting on her jewellery, then unhooked the suit jacket working it loose from the woman's shoulders, a difficult task in a cramped Lauda. Caroline then unbuttoned the blouse, revealing a hint of luscious C-cup breasts enveloped by a white lace low cut bra. "Very nice! It looks like being a reporter pays more than being an MI6 agent." Caroline quipped as she unfastened the suit trousers, working them off Cindy's hips peeling them down her long divine legs, revealing a pair of white lace shorts protecting her modesty. "Did you have a hot date tonight, love. Well looks like your going to have to cancel." Caroline said as pulled off the rest of the blouse. Using the cramped space of the Lauda best she could, Caroline get dressed in Cindy's suit which took longer then she had liked. When she was finished, Caroline took out her ID removing Cindy's picture from her press ID then inserting her own before getting out of the car, dragging Cindy's attractive and slim scantily clad body onto her shoulder. Opening the too small trunk of the Lauda, Caroline stuffed the underwear clad body of Cindy into the small space, binding and gagging her with some duct tape from the boot. "It's nothing personal, sweet Cindy. I'am under queens orders that's all. Thanks for the suit, it does look better on me. Well, I hope your cosy in there auf wiedersehen." Caroline smirked as she closed the trunk on the underwear clad journalist, locking it before looping Cindy's stolen handbag over her shoulder. Straightening out her stolen clothes, Caroline strolled up to the checkpoint.


Checkpoint Mitte/Invaidenstrasse, 5 minutes later.


Caroline, now dressed in the very comfortable suit, of Cindy Turner walked towards the sergeant of the East German border guards. She let out a sigh of relief, as it was a different face that greeted her. The woman, wearing striped grey battledress and M1956 Steel Helmet, held out her hand. " Guten Abend, Fraulein. May I see your papers please?" She requested, her Wieger StG-940 slung over her shoulder. "Of course, darling. How can I resist those pretty eyes,." Caroline flirted, mimicking Cindy's New England accent, as she gave the soldier her doctored papers. The woman smiled at the flirt, but her face dropped, when she scanned the name. "Oh it's you, that American reporter who Herr Haartz threw out. You know his daughters missing right?" Caroline flashed her an innocent smile. "You don't say? How awful." The sergeant shook her head. "Well, we think her mother abducted her. We are looking all over, but that's not your concern, American. Get out of my country, and don't come back." She handed Caroline her papers, and signalled for her guard to open the barrier. "Gladly, goodbye honey." Caroline grinned as she walked towards the British Checkpoint. As she saw a familiar face among the guards, Caroline's smile turned into a grin as she saw Sergeant Griffiths, who winked at her. "So you're a reporter now? And an American? Wonders never cease." He said as he glanced at her stolen papers. "Well, I tried a career in the Stasi. It didn't work out. " Caroline quipped as Griffiths laughed, handing back her papers. "I'll bet. Well welcome home, agent Vollner-Shaw. Have a good one." Caroline returned the gesture as he ordered the barrier opened. Grinning, she walked away from the checkpoints, making her way to the MI6 safehouse.



MI6 Safehouse, Wilmersdorf 30 minutes later



Caroline knocked twice on the safehouse door, as par her instructions. A light came on through the window, as she heard the locks on the door being unbolted one-by-one. The door opened to reveal the face of her handler, Michael Bennett. "Ah, Caroline. I wasn't expecting you. You better come in, something as come up." Caroline's face dropped into a frown. "This sounds ominous, Bennett. I have had a really long night." Bennett pulled a face that either was a sympathetic face or a grimace. "It isn't good, Caroline. Come in, they are expecting you." He opened the door to admit her, she walked in shaking her head. "Look, sir. I just escaped from a Stasi trap and mugged a reporter to get here. Can this wait until tomorrow? I'am exhausted. " Bennett turned away from her, closing the door. "No, I'am afraid not." He led her into a small living room, there stood two people. One man, one woman dressed in black suits, there faces impassive. "Agent Caroline Vollner-Shaw? I'am Agent Thomson." Spoke up the man a middle aged portly man as he flashed his CIA ID. "I'am Agent Rice." The tall black woman spoke up. "Do you know, CIA Senior Agent Samantha Bruckner?" She said as Caroline put her stolen handbag on the table. "Yes, she is a close friend. But I haven't seen her in two years, not since my cross training with the CIA, why do you ask? What's going on, Bennett?" She asked turning to her handler. It was Agent Thomson who spoke next. "We believe your lying. You see, Samantha Bruckner as turned rogue. We have reason to believe she as defected to the Soviet Union." Caroline blinked with shock, so she actually did it. "The last time I saw her, she spoke about defecting. She said something about how the CIA treats it's women, and that she would have more opportunities in the East. I thought she was crazy, so we parted ways that's all." Thomson grinned in triumph. "So you are compromised, I thought as much. Rice search her bag." The tall black woman, walked forward grabbing the bag from the table. Caroline's heart sank, she knew what they would find. "So you're Cindy Turner? NBC's Berlin Correspondent? I think not. Looks like you assaulted an US citizen, that's proof enough." Rice threw the fake ID to Thomson. "With respect, fuck off! I'am a loyal agent, Bennett say something?!" Caroline pleaded with her handler. As Thomson rounded on him. "Today, she assaulted a US citizen and strips her. Tomorrow, she may kill and strip another. She's compromised, Bennett. She has to resign." Caroline walked up to her handler. "Don't sell me out please?!" Bennett shook his head, he couldn't even look her in the eyes. "There right, Caroline. You were never supposed to survive this mission, but you have and that puts MI6 in a delicate position." Caroline couldn't believe it. "I was a sacrifice?! And now it's either I toss myself under the bus, or you throw me under it. Well, fine! I quit! Samantha was bloody right! Thanks for selling me out Bennett!" Caroline threw her MI6 ID at Bennett's, as she stormed out of the safehouse.


How could Samantha be so stupid!? Caroline thought as she walked down the street. Taking a deep breath, Caroline knew what she had to do next. She would call on all her CIA contacts, and find out as much as could about Samantha. Caroline knew that Samantha had a dream called the Initiative, and that she tried to recruit Caroline but she had refused. Had that been the Catalyst for Samantha's defection? It didn't matter she thought. The US was her next destination. But first things first, she needed a change of clothes. Caroline had no money to pay for a flight, but she knew she could find a stewardess her size to oblige her a uniform and a free flight.

[saker]

Well, we can say that it wasn't a good night for the Stasis For the East Germans perhaps it will be better next time. I don't know why but this mission reminded me of Spielberg's Bridge of Spies and the Cold war infiltration mission in East Berlin from the Call of Duty series. I liked Caroline a lot: it made me laugh that she tells her victims "Queen's orders" when she herself feels more German than British. An internal conflict of interest, perhaps? I hope to see how Caroline and Harper get to know each other and also learn more about that certain right-sized stewardess

[Stormtrooper1990]

Well, we can say that it wasn't a good night for the Stasis For the East Germans perhaps it will be better next time. I don't know why but this mission reminded me of Spielberg's Bridge of Spies and the Cold war infiltration mission in East Berlin from the Call of Duty series. I liked Caroline a lot: it made me laugh that she tells her victims "Queen's orders" when she herself feels more German than British. An internal conflict of interest, perhaps? I hope to see how Caroline and Harper get to know each other and also learn more about that certain right-sized stewardess

Hi Saker


Definitely not a good night for the Stasi, . You can be sure that heads will definitely roll, with the unfortunate Helga being the scapegoat( and by extension her father.) And Colonel Kline getting an unfortunate shock when he opens his cabinet . Yeah, I was inspired by a mixture of the East Berlin, infiltration mission and Desperate Measures in CODBOCW (where you can assassinate the KGB double agent, in the same manner as Caroline killed Bressler.) But I was inspired by Bridge of Spies for the imagery and I researched extensively the districts and checkpoints for the various sectors. I would like to thank Arc for his assistance in researching the Stasi Headquarters(which are huge, as Caroline described.) With Caroline, I did want to present a humourous if cocky demeanor, quite removed from Harper's cold confidence. And I did want to present that little conflict within Caroline, but now she is a free agent she no longer feels duty bound(or perhaps shackled) to serve Her Majesty. What she does from now one is for herself, and probably feels fully German now. In the next story of this trilogy, we will get to see Caroline meet with Harper. And help her get out of a tight spot. Together, they will forge a new path. And Caroline will mention something about that one right sized stewardess. There will also be more stewardesses for Caroline and Harper.

So watch this space...

[jaegerhunde01]

Good story....the old Berlin/East/Central European Cold War scenarios are fertile ground for a little fiction....especially the fashion of the day, 50s and 6os being the prime, well for me anyway
Many Thanks

[Stormtrooper1990]

Good story....the old Berlin/East/Central European Cold War scenarios are fertile ground for a little fiction....especially the fashion of the day, 50s and 6os being the prime, well for me anyway
Many Thanks

Hi Jaegerhunde01

First off, I would to say welcome to the board it's always good to see a fellow writer.


Thank you very much, i'am glad you enjoyed the story. I have been working on the concepts of these stories with Arc, and it's nice to find someone who agrees that the Cold War is a potential gold mine for US stories.

It's funny you should say Central Europe in the 50s/60s, since Arc and myself have come up with quite a few concepts in that area, that I will post on the board either this side of Xmas or in the New Year. I won't spoil too much but what I can say is that they will be stories of two extremes. One involves a ruthless, chameleonic KGB assassin/tracker in 1956 Budapest. The other a happy go-lucky Italian-American CIA agent, in Naples 1969. I have also some concepts set during the Korean War and the Cuban Missile Crisis. So in customarily fashion, watch this space.

Another area that Arc and I have explored is US across the
timeline of world history. Particularly the Tudor, Regency and 18th /19th centuries. As these also present a vast untapped resource of US potential.


Your very welcome, I will definitely keep the stories coming. And thanks again, for the kind words.

[jaegerhunde01]

Sounds good....look forward to it
Budapest, Vienna of the old days...and in Naples anything goes
Good luck

[Stormtrooper1990]

Sounds good....look forward to it
Budapest, Vienna of the old days...and in Naples anything goes
Good luck

Thanks, jaegerhunde01. I wish you good luck as well.

[rufusluciusivan]

CIA... MI6... I'm starting to have the faint suspicion all these secret organizations aren't very pleasant people to work for...

Is it me, or is it the first time a character of yours doesn't use improvised bondage tools but actually brought her own equipment (namely duct tape during Katrina's scene)?

Unsurprisingly, I liked the scenes with Katrina and Cindy.

[Stormtrooper1990]

CIA... MI6... I'm starting to have the faint suspicion all these secret organizations aren't very pleasant people to work for...

Is it me, or is it the first time a character of yours doesn't use improvised bondage tools but actually brought her own equipment (namely duct tape during Katrina's scene)?

Unsurprisingly, I liked the scenes with Katrina and Cindy.

Hi Rufus


Exactly! You can see why Harper and Caroline want to go their own way and form the Shadow Initiative, with friends like the MI6, KGB and CIA who needs enemies The trouble with these agencies is that they are political entities, and care more about results then people( even their own agents are considered expendable.) It does make you wonder whether they would even care, if their agents used lethal force on anyone. (If it meant mission complete and maintaining stealth.)


I would say that this is technically the first time one of my characters as come prepared to restrain her mark. (Although in the case of Caroline and Katrina; Caroline brought the mountain to Mohammed ) But in Cindy's case, it was improvised since the duct tape was in the back of the stolen Lauda. (I don't know which is worst for Cindy, losing her clothes or waking up naked, tied up in the back of a Lauda. That's got to be embarrassing )



I'am glad to here that. My favourite to write was Cindy as Caroline expertly used her Stasi disguise to fool the woman. Then she simply says "That's a nice suit." in true Terminator fashion then night night Cindy.

[esercito sconfitto]

stormy, please, I assume you mean "Lada" when you write " Lauda Car "