Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Sat Jan 18, 2025 8:07 pm
In my next mini series, we return to Cold War Hungary and it's been 6 months since CIA agent Célia Takács returned home to her native Budapest to avenge her sisters death. Since her elimination of KGB assassin and serial murderer Sofia Bukarhova, Célia has been become a freedom fighter joining the Invisibles of Mecsek continuing the fight for Hungarian independence from the soviet yolk. However, she has been declared a rogue agent by her former employers and the KGB have issued a kill order on Célia to avenge the death of their 'Heroine of the People'. As a result both organisations are dispatching agents to eliminate Célia. This is their and Celia's story...
Wednesday 12th May 1957, CIA Station House Vienna 08:25am
Taking a deep breath and smiling, CIA agent Bianka Mészáros looked over the monochrome photo of she and her best friend Célia Takaçs arm in arm the day they both graduated from the spy program. Both of them dressed in US military fatigues, beaming having jumped from a 10 foot frame practising their parachute landings. Only a year apart, they had met on the same espionage program for Hungarian refugees and struck an instant friendship. Bianka had remembered a bright beautiful outgoing girl who never spoke of her childhood but was a passionate patriot like her. Then on the very same day Célia had overheard troubling news over a radio intercept, concerning home and her sisters murder which lit a fire under her. Célia had never told Bianka about her sister Hanna and the last day she saw her friend, she was hurriedly packing her travel bag saying she had been assigning back home and didn't know when she would be back. They shared an hug then she left and that was 6 months ago. And now she sat waiting outside for a summons from Station Chief Harry Robbins, waiting for her first assignment.
I have a bad feeling about this. I hope Célia is alright. She sighed glancing up at her reflection in the glass of Robbins' door. Bianka was a pretty girl of 24, with gentle rounded freckled features, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Her auburn hair cut short in a tousled comb-over, a style once favoured by Célia. "Agent Messy Ross?" Bianka rolled her eyes as the pretty but dim American secretary got her name wrong...again. She looked up flashing the woman an irritated smile. "Station Chief Robbins will see you now." Rising from her seat, Bianka thanked the woman has she opened the office door.
"Ah! Agent Messy Ross! There you are, please take a seat." Hiding her frustration at her own station chief getting her name wrong, Bianka took the offered seat opposite the middle aged bespectacled Harry Robbins, a man with a rounded face, short mousy hair and watery blue eyes wearing a black suit and red bow tie. "It's Agent
Mészáros , sir." She said offering her hand, which Robbins shook before leaning back into his chair, tenting his fingers. "Sure, sure, my apologies Agent. Now they tell me that your were trained at Langley with the rest of the new intake from Hungary and specialise not only in disguise and infiltration but also your marksmanship scores are pretty high. Second only to your old friend Miss Takács." Crossing her legs, Bianka nodded. "We did pretty well, thank you sir. But what has Célia got to do with this?" Sighing, Robbins took a dossier from his desk handing it to her. Bianka gasped as she opened the folder, seeing the face of her old friend. "Unfortunately it has everything to do with former agent Takaçs. Because she is your first assignment."
"You see your former colleague went rogue, putting four young women in hospital two of them soviet personnel. All to kill a KGB asset in Budapest who had put down the revolution and murdered her sister. All without official sanction." Bianka shook her head touching the dossier photo. "Look sir, I know Célia she desires freedom for our people and was dedicated to the program. She would never betray the CIA." Robbins narrowed his eyes, looking through his fingers. "Well, I guess you didn't know her as well as you thought agent. Because she has since gone even deeper. According to our Hungarian sources, she's joined a resistance group in southern Hungary called the 'Invisibles of Mecsek'. A group dedicated to continuing the struggle against the reds and they revere her. She has earned the moniker 'The Phantom of Pécs' for her acts of resistance in that town." Bianka looked up from the picture. "Then shouldn't we be doing all we can to support them, sir?" Robbins chuckled, regarding her like an innocent student. "They are communists just like the reds and we don't help communists. Our job is to route it out. Besides Langley, would rather we keep the devil we know in charge." Bristling at the man's arrogance, Bianka leaned forward. "With all due respect, sir. Célia is no communist, I mean she has a crush on Elvis for God's sake." Sighing Robbins rose from his chair, turning to look out the window at the spires of Vienna which reminded Bianka so much of home.
He put his hands in his pockets. "To honest, agent. Langley doesn't care where her allegiances lie. Her actions have pissed off the KGB and they are sending an asset to kill her. If they find out she's one of ours then the whole region could light up like Christmas." Bianka leaned back. "Then what's my mission, sir? To extract her and bring her in for debriefing?" Robbins turned around his pudgy face clear of emotion, he shook his head. "No. She's a loose end the CIA needs to tie off and an embarrassment. You're orders are to terminate her before the KGB get to her first." Bianka stood up straight. "B-but sir why?" She asked her voice choked with emotion. "Excuse me, agent? Are you disobeying a direct order?" He shot back. The young agent shook her head. "N-no but surely there as to be another way? I could try to reason with her." Robbins clicked the roof of his tongue. "She's no longer your friend, she's an enemy agent and we trained you to kill the enemy. Do I make myself clear, agent?" Gripping the folder tight Bianka nodded.
Robbins grinned opening his desk. "Here is your false identity..." He handed her false Hungarian papers. "...your name is Andrea Tóth and your a teacher of math from Budapest returning from a sabbatical in Vienna. Your single and live alone. That should get you past the border guards without any incident. Then it's a straight shot to Pécs. Now I trust you have further questions." Shaking her head, Bianka reluctantly shook Robbins hand before turning on her deal and walking from his office, wiping the tears from her eyes.
The Office of Colonel Alexei Morozov, KGB Budapest Office, The Országház, Central Budapest, 08:45am
Her boots ringing off the polished marble floor, Senior-Sergeant Natalia Borisova strode towards the door of Comrade-Colonel Morozov director of KGB operations in Budapest. A combat veteran of the Great Patriotic War, 35 year old Natalia was a pretty youthful looking woman with sharp features, gaunt cheekbones and ice blue eyes framed by shoulder length platinum blonde hair. She had the pleasure of serving in the Red Army, fighting from the bones of Stalingrad to the blasted out husk of the Reichstag and was no stranger to the art of killing. Knocking on the door once, she heard a curt female voice reply from beyond the door. "Enter." Not standing on ceremony the sergeant opening the door striding through.
"Comrade-Sergeant!" The young female sergeant shot up from her desk, flashing a quick salute. "The Comrade-Colonel is expecting you." Natalia returned the salute looking the pretty brunette up down. From the girls poor russian accent, she could tell she was a local.
Hungarians. A pretty people, true. But their loyalty to the motherland is questionable and their local security lacking. "Thank you, soldier. I will go straight in." Leaving the girl to take her seat, Natalia walked into Morozov's office.
"Good Morning, Comrade-Sergeant Borisova." Smiled the bearded Colonel Morozov, his back to her pouring out a cup of tea. "I was just brewing a samovar of tea, would you like a cup?" Flashing the man a respectful salute, Natalia nodded. "
Spasibo , Comrade-Colonel I would like that. It was a long train journey from Moscow." Taking a seat opposite the man, she accepted the cup blowing into it. "A little taste of home. The local swill they serve here repeats on me." The colonel slid into his chair, taking a sip of his tea. "Word from Moscow is that you have been sent to avenge the death of Comrade-Captain Bukarhov's daughter. That you come very highly recommended from your handler, Comrade-Major Putin director of the 'death to spies' program." The tips of Natalia's mouth perked up, as she sipped her tea.
"Da, my ex-husband was always quick to extol my virtues." Chuckling Morosov reached for a dossier on his desk handing it to Natalia. "This is Célia Takács. The local girl who murdered Agent Bukharova on the train to Moscow, four months ago." Natalia glanced at the photo. "Hmm? Pretty little thing isn't she? It says here she put four women in the hospital after stealing their clothes just to get to her target. Impressive." Morosov leaned back smacking his lips from his tea. "Indeed, she does have certain skills not unlike yours. Moscow believes she has CIA training but cannot confirm it. Regardless your mission is to kill her by any means necessary." Finishing the rest of her tea, Borisova rose from her chair. "Is there any leads that I can chase down as to her current location?" Standing Morosov nodded. "As a matter of fact, we have one lead you pursue. Takács may be a ghost but even a ghost as friends. Track down Miss Barbeta Oláh, she's a student here in Budapest long suspected of having links to the resistance and is a known associate of Takács. Question her then kill her. That should lead you right to our little phantom."
Flashing the colonel a salute, Natalia turned to open the door. "And Comrade Sergeant?" She turned back looking over her shoulder at Morozov one hand on the knob. "Two words of advice before you depart. Despite the successful pacification of Hungary, the situation is still tense and many locals do not look kindly on a woman in soviet uniform so get yourself some civilian clothes." Nodding Natalia smiled. "And the other thing, comrade?" The colonel crossed his arms. "While I may have said 'by any means necessary' it would be wise not to antagonise the local authorities. Moscow still questions the loyalty of these people, so don't give them any reason to hate us. Understood?" Nodding her understanding Natalia, opened the door. "Good luck, Comrade." Said the Colonel as she walked through the door closing it behind her.
Border Crossing, Austro-Hungarian Border, 5km South of Klingenbach, 09:30am
Taking a deep breath, Bianka approached the small border crossing a checkpoint manned by two Hungarian border guards; an older man and young woman both dressed in forest green fatigues belted at the waist with soviet pattern ammo webbing with the distinctive curved magazines for their AK-55 rifles slung about their shoulders and peaked cloth patrol hats, the red star pinned on the peak. The female guard was attractive with shining emerald eyes and heart shaped freckled features framed by dark ginger hair, the tank tabs on her collar marking as a trooper compared to the male corporal.
And she's my size too. Useful if plan A fails. Bianka brought the car to a halt as the corporal walked out into the centre of the road, in front of the barbed wire barricade while the female guard moved to flank him on the passenger side.
"Good morning, comrade. May we see your papers, please?" The man smiled leaning into the car, his partner watching his back. "Of course, comrade." Returning the smile Bianka took her false ID from her purse handing it over. "Here they are." Leaning up the corporal flicked through them, brow furrowing. "So, comrade Andrea Tóth? You're a school teacher from Budapest, correct?" Bianka glanced nervously at the female guard before nodding. "Yes comrade. I have been on sabbatical in Vienna for the past six months." The man glanced over the papers. "Had your fill of subversive western culture did you?" He chuckled glancing at the young girl guard who started to laugh. Bianka laughed along with them as the corporal returned to her papers, shaking his head. "Well, you're lucky you missed the revolution." Bianka feigned shock. "Oh my god! I heard about that. What's the situation now?" The corporal sighed impatiently. "The dissidents have been routed to the hills and order restored. I'am sorry but there seems to be an issue with your papers. Remain here, comrade." Signalling his female partner, the corporal retreated to the guardhouse his back to both women.
The young ginger haired guard gripped her rifle approaching the drivers side. "Get out of the car, comrade and no sudden moves." Sighing Bianka pulled up the handbrake and got out of the car with her hands up, eyeing up the woman.
Well so much for plan A, now time for Plan B. I will be needing her uniform after all. "Look, I'am a loyal citizen. There as to be some mistake." The girl looked nervous bouncing on in her brown leather jackboots, clearly inexperienced and out of her depth. "S-shut up and stay right were you are." Glancing over the woman's shoulder, Bianka could see the corporal still distracted flicking through her papers.
It's now or never... With her lipstick in her right hand, Bianka gently dropped it to the path. "Oh silly me. I dropped my lipstick. Would you be a dear and pick it up for me?" She said with a distressed voice. Taking her eyes off Bianka, the young guard bent down to pick it up, leaving the barrel of her rifle sticking out...
Moving swiftly, Bianka gripped the barrel of the guards rifle bringing the weapon up to the woman's throat and pressing hard, dragging the struggling girl around to the rear of the car. Panicking the red head choked her legs kicking against the path, trying to get her partners attention.
Just one twist of the rifle and it's all over. No I shouldn't she's only a girl, barely out of her teens... Pulling the rifle up Bianka lifted the woman off feet, pressing the AK-55 tighter and cutting off the blood flow to her brain. Letting out a low strangled rattle, the young border guard slumped unconscious into her rifle feet still dangling off the ground. "Shh. There you are, easy now girl." Bianka whispered into the woman's ear lowering her onto the path, pulling off her hat. Peering over the trunk of the car, she noticed the corporal had finished his inspection of her papers and was turning back around. Glancing down at the sleeping redheaded guard, she tapped the girls cheek. "I'll be right back, sister. Don't go anywhere alright?" Snatching up the AK-55 she flanked round the passenger side.
"I knew it!" Corporal János Horváth roared in triumph as he saw the lack of and Austrian entry stamp. "These papers are false! Caught you red handed you filthy spy!" Turning around he walked out of the gatehouse finding he was quite alone. "Private Farkas! Where are you? We need to detain this woman! Private Farkas?!" Drawing his rifle Horváth approached the car, seeing a pair of booted feet sticking out from behind the vehicles rear. Getting a bad feeling he rounded the car gasping as he saw the still body of Private Ágnes Farkas. Gripping his rifle he span around. "You'll pay for this! You fucking sp-ugh!!" A sharp pain on the back of his head answered him. With a grunt of pain, Corporal János Horváth collapsed like a falling oak unconscious at the feet of Private Ágnes Farkas.
"I highly doubt that corporal." Bianka smiled lowering her stolen AK-55 as she stepped over the legs of the fallen corporal. "Now where were we, dear Private Farkas?" Kneeling beside the still unconscious redheaded guard, she stripped out of her dress, heels and coat before unclipping Ágnes' combat webbing, freeing it from her slight petite form then pulling off her jackboots along with her white ankle socks. Unbuttoning the privates battledress tunic, Bianka revealed the swell of the girls youthful breasts dappled with freckles under a peach coloured white lace trim slip with matching bra underneath. Taking the time to appreciate the privates figure, Bianka unbelted her uniform trousers working them loose of the privates slender hips then whipping them off her long legs getting a glimpse of matching high waisted briefs covering Ágnes' modesty. Bianka then quickly dressed in the woman's uniform, finding it quite a snug fit.
Dragging first the unconscious corporal into the booth, Bianka cuffed him to the table leg taping up his legs and mouth, stripping him of his ammunition before returning to the sleeping Private Farkas clad only in her peach coloured underwear dragging her by ankles then securing her beside the corporal with cuffs and duct tape. "You know you two make quite the cute couple." She laughed seeing the bound border guards. Turning she smashed up their radio then hopped into their GAZ-69 jeep, resting the AK-55 on . "I will save you Célia. I promise." She said switching on the engine and driving away from the checkpoint at full speed.
Alley off Baranyai Street, Kelenföld, Budapest, Same Moment
"So what do we have here, eh? Two dissident lovebirds who think they can kiss in a back ally on
my street? Well both of you better hand over all your forints now or who can say what will happen." ÁVH policewoman Enikó Geró grinned holding her Tokarev to the pretty blondes head, as she and her handsome dark haired boyfriend cowered with their hands up. "P-please officer there's no need for violence! We are loyal citizens of the state!" He cried as his pretty girlfriend whimpered in fear, tears streaming down her sweet face. "You're loyal huh? Well prove it! Hand over your cash and I'll take as a sign of your loyalty." At 28, ÁVH secret policewoman found pleasure in many things, including shaking down young witless students and getting a rush from their fear. After all, she was loyal officer of the state who was paid tuppence and she felt it was only her right to make a bit on the side. Enikó was an attractive blonde with slightly squared features, prominent cheekbones and cunning emerald green eyes her long ash blonde hair tied into a ponytail under her olive green peaked cap with blue banding, and a red star pinned at the peak. She wore a matching jacket with her rank in blue on the shoulders, crossed swords at the lapel and trousers belted at the waist with a brown leather holster, crossed at the right shoulder and brown leather jackboots. Underneath which was a dark green shirt with black tie. The girl turned to her boyfriend voice choked with tears.
"J-just p-pay her, Laszlo! I don't want to die!" The girl sniffed emptying her pockets handing over every last forint before Laszlo tossed Enikó his wallet before cradling his distraught lover. "L-look were loyal, okay? We've given you everything we have. Now will you you please let us go!?" Laughing Enikó shoved their money into her purse. "Yes, go run along. Before I change my mind!" She said with an air of menace holstering her handgun. Nodding, the two students ran out of the alley past a tall blonde woman who glared at the policewoman. "You're a disgrace to your uniform and to the Party!
Comrade !" She sneered voice dripping with contempt.
"Yeah?" What's to you, comrade?" Enikó sneered back drawing her Tokarev. "You better fuck off before I shoot you for treason!" The blonde didn't relent, instead she smirked walking deeper into the alley towards her. "That money is now state property and it would be better off in the coffers of the Party. Not in your pockets. You're no better than a filthy American gangster. A class traitor!" Enikó suddenly felt a trickle of fear down her spine as she attempted to brush past her. "So what are you going to about it, huh? Get the fuck out of my way. I have better things to be doing-argh!!" Enikó wasn't prepared for the wire that looped around her neck, pulling tightly digging into the soft flesh of her throat. "I'am going to kill you and then I'am going to strip your corpse." Natalia Borisova hissed into the dying woman's ear. "In death you will serve the party better and I will put that uniform of yours to much better use.
Dasvidanja , you bitch." Enikó whimpered feeling the last of her consciousness beginning to fade as she begin to choke. In desperation she tried to claw out the blondes eyes with her fingers, but her attacker merely gave one last tug. The final sound Enikó Geró heard in her life was the sharp crack of her hyoid bone breaking, and her last thought was that of her stripped corpse as her arms hung limply to her sides
Hearing the satisfying crunch of bone followed by the officers choked death rattle, Natalia let out a deep breath lowering the still twitching corpse of Enikó Geró to the pavement admiring the thin deep bloodied cut around the woman's throat left by her piano wire garrote. "Just so you know, I consider this a clean death. Better then you deserve." Pocketing her garrote into the dead woman's jacket, Natalia stripped out of her leather jacket, shirt and jeans. "Now, I'am a woman of my word..." Putting on Enikó's hat, Natalia unfastened her belt pulling it loose from the woman's waist before pulling off her boots then pulling her body upright slipping the jacket off her shoulders. Loosening the woman's tie and unbuttoning the officers shirt revealed well formed buoyant c-cup breasts, enveloped in a black lace bullet bra. Snorting with disgust, Natalia unfastened Enikó's trousers whipping them down her long covered legs, revealing matching low cut lace panties. "You could purchase an hundred AKs for an entire brigade with this lingerie. Disgusting."
Standing over the scantily clad corpse of Enikó Geró, pretty green eyes staring into the sky in shock Natalia got dressed in the ÁVH officers uniform. Walking over to the fallen Tokarev, she pulled back the slide before holstering the firearm then walked back to the woman's cooling body, flipping it over her shoulder. "This is your final resting place, fitting don't you think?" She quipped to the dead woman tipping her inside the dumpster, tossing her discarding clothing on top of the woman's body. "You're nothing but trash, comrade. Enjoy your coffin." She said slamming the lid down before turning out of the alley and crossing the street towards her true target.
The Apartment of Barbeta Oláh, 21 Baranyai Street, 9:40am
"Hey, Cousin. It's good to hear your voice after so long. Is everything set for this afternoon's recital?" Barbeta smiled taking a long drag from her cigarette, speaking in code just in case the walls were listening. "No, not yet I have sent the girls out to fetch me a dress. Once they have everything, I will be all set." Hearing her friends voice blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke, Barbeta grinned at the photo of she and Célia taken only last month her once short brown locks now shoulder length making her look even more beautiful. "That's good to hear. Well I wish you good luck--" She suddenly froze, hearing pounding at her front door.
Damn it! It's not the KGB again I hope. Or perhaps the ÁVH? "Sorry, cousin. I have a gentleman caller. I hope all goes well tonight." There was a slight pause before Célia answered, concern heavy in her voice. "I hope he doesn't keep you long, take care...cousin." Switching off the portable radio set, Barbeta packed it under her bed before stubbing out her cigarette and making her way to her apartment door to the incessant knocking. Taking a deep breath, she pulled on the knob.
"Morning Comrade. I'am officer Enikó Geró. ÁVH." The blonde officer clicked her heels, quickly flashing her ID. "I'am just conducting a routine sweep of this building for suspected dissidents. I require your cooperation in searching your apartment." Barbeta leaned against her door. "Look comrade-officer, I'am a loyal citizen and party member. You'll find no dissidents here, I assure you." The blonde fixed her with an officious glare, hands tucked behind her back. "Then if you've nothing to hide then you wouldn't mind if I came in and conducted a quick but thorough search." Barbeta sighed, it wouldn't do her or Célia any good if she drew attention to herself by refusing.
I've already been dragged before the KGB and was lucky to come out alive, besides she's not here for Célia or the Invisibles. "Alright, come in comrade." She said opening her door wide to admit the woman, turning her back. "But you'll leave disappointed-ugh!!" Barbeta felt a wire loop around over her head, tugging around her throat. Behind her, the officer kicked the door shut with a bang!
Barbeta's hands shot up to her throat in a vain attempt to pull the wire from her throat. "W-who are you?! Why are you d-doing this...?" She choked weakly as the ÁVH woman loosened the noose. "That's not important, dissident!" The blonde hissed into her ear. "I believe you are acquainted with a certain Miss Takács? Tell me where she is and I'll swear your end will be quick and relatively painless." She then tightened the wire a little for emphasis. "Waste my time and I will draw this out. You'll drown in your own blood." Tears streamed down Barbeta's face but inwardly she remaining defiant. "I'am n-not telling you anything. You KGB b-bitch!" She glanced over to her bedroom as the false officer pulled harder. "Wrong answer, traitor! Now I will ask you one more time. Where is Célia Takács!" She snarled as Barbeta felt her consciousness slipping, little dark spots appearing in her visions as the pain became unbearable. "Go.To.Helll.." Was all all the defiance she could muster as she slumped into the wire with a strangled gurgle, her death finally coming to her with a crack of her hyoid.
Grinning, Natalia lowered the dead Barbeta Oláh to her wooden admiring her handiwork. "It doesn't matter, dissident. Your eyes told me all that I needed to know." Stepping over the woman's corpse, the KGB officer entered the small dingy bedroom and began to rummage through her belongings, finding a hidden radio set under the bed. After five minutes, Natalia found what she was looking for; a map of southern Hungary with Pécs circled and correspondence with a Józsó platoon belonging to a group called "The invisibles of Mecsek." Natalia's brow furrowed. "I thought the Invisible's had been wiped out during the winter. No matter, if they are trying to break out this 'Master' then that's were Takaçs will be." She said to her herself, putting the information into her stolen purse. Her search complete she swept from the room.
Stepping back over Barbeta's cooling corpse, Natalia glanced down at her snatching the girl's car keys from her table. "Don't worry, my dear. I will be sure to pass along your warmest regards to your friend as a loop my wire around her pretty little neck." Laughing she swiftly left the apartment with a slam of the door, anticipating the hunt that was to come.
She could feel the slow beats of her heart in her ears and the pain across her breath. As the door to her apartment slammed shut, Barbeta Oláh awoke with a deep breath. Her life flashing before her eyes, her first thought was to her friend. Despite her pain, Barbeta knew what she had to do.
The Marketplace, The Town of Pécs, Southern Hungary, 11:30am
Policewoman Ilona Tamási smiled has she began her usual patrol of the marketplace, which had always been her favourite place in the town even during the war when she was a teenager, living under nazi occupation then under their soviet liberators. A Pécs girl born and bred, 26 year old Ilona was a beautiful woman proud to keep her community safe from the dissidents that hid like rats in the mountains overlooking the town. She had rounded features, shallow cheekbones and almond shaped blue eyes framed by short shoulder length brown hair under her blue bowl hat, the red star pinned proudly . Her lean trimmed figure hugged by her uniform that she wore with pride; a matching blue jacket belted with a black leather holster holding her Tokarev service weapon, her rank displayed on shoulder epaulettes, and matching trousers with black leather jackboots. Underneath which was a white blouse.
Ahead she saw two young women browsing the fruit stall looking suspicious. Before she could approach them, one of them a brunette snatched an apple from the stand while the other an orange before tearing off up towards a deserted Alley. "Hey, officer! Stop those thieves!" Cried old István the grocer pointing after them. Without standing on ceremony, Ilona immediately started after them. "Stop! Police!" She cried.
Entering the alley Ilona saw the young brunette woman, a girl with jet black hair tied back into a bun and wearing a leather jacket back slowly up. "Just hand over the fruit now citizen and I won't report this. Wait? There were two of you? Where's the blonde girl?" The brunette just smiled and winked at her. Suddenly she felt a damp rag clamp over her mouth smelling faintly of apples, her arms locked behind her yanking her back. The officers screams muffled by the rag, Ilona desperately trying to draw her sidearm.
"Woah easy Dóra! Be gentle with her! Who do you think you are, an Ivan?" Cried Dr Mónika Fazekas as her partner Dóra Juhász clamped the chloroform rag harder on the struggling officer. "She's a bloody cop, no better than an Ivan herself." Dóra scoffed a younger woman with honey blonde braided pigtails, as the officer continued to struggle albeit weakly. Mónika sighed squeezing the woman's left breast, causing to squeal with arousal and inhale a large dose of chloroform. " The Phantom wants her alive and the uniform clean, not torn up and bloody." The doctor said watching the cops pretty blue eyes roll into the back of her head with a low muffled rattle. "Alright she's out, let's get her into the van. Carefully." Rolling her eyes, Dóra dragged the limp sleeping officer into the van at the end of the alley. "Yes, mother..." She muttered sardonically loading the pretty cop into the cargo bay.
The Caves underneath The Mountains of Mecsek, 4km North-West of Pécs 11:45am
Blinking her eyes as she awoke getting accustomed to the gloom, Officer Ilona Tamási saw the figure of a woman dressed only in her underwear standing in front of her. "Ah your awake. I'am sorry but I will have to put you to sleep once more." Ilona tied to scream as the young woman come into focus, but found her mouth sealed by duct tape. She bore a passing resemblance to her, like a younger sister would. "I trust my associates were not too rough in their treatment of you?" She said with an air of concern, flicking the needle of a syringe filled with clear liquid. "Mmmph!" Ilona screamed trying to inch away bound in her chair, as the girl walked around her. "I want you to know, sister. I have nothing against you personally but my enemy are those you serve. And what I do to now, stealing your clothes and identity, is for the liberation of our glorious homeland. I'am sorry to cause you such pain." With that she plunged the needle into Ilona's carotid artery. "Mmmmph!" The officer screamed as she felt the sedative towards her brain feeling her pretty blue eyes droop then roll back into her skull. Ilona let out a low sigh as she fell into a peaceful slumber.
Straddling the sleeping officer, Célia Takács cut the pretty woman's binds then immediately got to work undressed her. Placing the woman's hat onto her head, she gently caressed the girls face admiring just how close a match in both build and looks the officer was to her. "It should be easy being you, Ilona Tamási." She whispered gently to the cop, pulling off her jackboots and white ankle socks, removing the holster before opening out her jacket slipping it from Ilona's slender shoulders. "Huh? Not what was I expecting on a policewoman's salary." Célia said surprised at the white satin with lace trim bra, covering the small but buoyant B-cups of the officer as she unbuttoned the woman's blouse. Unfastening the officers trousers, Célia worked the garment off the officers hips pulling them down her long legs, exposing a pair of matching white satin shorts covering her modesty. After stripping off Ilona's blouse, Célia got dressed in the woman's uniform.
"You know it's eerie, boss. You look almost exactly like her." Snapping on the woman's belt and holster, Célia smiled turning to face Dr Mònika Fazekas her second in command and former Hungarian People's Army Doctor who had defected to the cause. "You know you can call me Célia, right doc? It's been three months since I took command of Jozsó Platoon. We are friends after all." Mònika smiled back grasping Celia's hand. "I know and don't think I know what a god send you've been. We're still in the fight, thanks to you." Célia squeezed her seconds hand. "I wouldn't have gotten here without the platoon and women like you watching my back." Mònika chuckled. "You're too modest, bo-Célia." She then gestured to the sleeping underwear clad cop, slumped in the chair.
"What do you want me to do with the pretty little cop? My sedative should keep her under for at least four hours not to mention the memory loss, thanks to the LSD I mixed in." Célia turned to the scantily clad woman, snoring on the chair. "Keep her for an hour until we get back to monitor her, then let her go with some clean clothes just out of town in four hours." Nodding her agreement, the doctor gave Célia a hug. "Come back alive and bring The Master home!" Returning the embrace Célia pulled out. "Don't worry I will be back before I know it, doc." She smiled looking over her shoulder before she left the cave.
Széchenyi Square, Downtown Pécs, 12:10pm
Taking a bite from some straw tasting Hungarian army rations, Bianka looked out of the window of her stolen GAZ-69 at the beauty of the towns square while keeping a weather eye open for Célia. Her stolen border guard uniform wasn't attracting much attention as seen had expected.
Come on, Célia where are you? This where the local party building and prison is. She has to be here. Before she had left Vienna, Bianka had been given the latest intelligence on Célia and this 'Jószo Platoon' of the Invisibles of Mecsek. According to an inside source, they were planning to free the Invisibles leader a mysterious figure known only has 'The Master'. Wiping her hands, Bianka noticed a pretty brunette policewoman walk across the square towards the central government offices. She then did a double take, blinking as she noticed the face of her best friend under the hat. Granted her hair was longer then her CIA picture but there was no mistaking her pretty striking eyes. That was Célia! Suddenly Célia stopped to look at a black car parked across from the GAZ, then to Bianka's horror an ÁVH policewoman got out drawing her sidearm right at her friend's chest. Reacting quickly, the CIA agent grabbed her AK-55 from the passenger seat and rocking back the charging handle leapt from the jeep....
Walking across the square towards the prison, Célia noticed the curious sight of an ÁVO border guard GAZ-69 across the street. Looking into the windscreen she had the strange sensation that she knew the pretty auburn haired private from somewhere but couldn't quite place it. Sighing she looked to the right, seeing a familiar black car parked opposite the GAZ near the old domed church.
That's Barbeta's car, but she's back in Budapest. What could she be doing here? She stopped for a moment seeing a platinum blonde woman, dressed in an ÁVH uniform emerge from the car a grin on her face drawing her handgun. "Your friend, Barbeta? She sends her regards." Célia moved instinctively to draw her pistol....
"Célia, come with me if want to live!" Bianka cried levelling her rifle and opening fire sending the KGB agent diving behind the cover of her car. Screams of terrified civilians filled the air has Célia ran towards the GAZ-69. "Bianka?! What the hell are you doing here?! And who was she?!" She cried drawing her pistol and returning fire, jumping onto the back seat. "I will explain later! For now get in!" Bianka cried firing a three burst to suppress.the KGB woman, before tossing the rifle to Célia, who reloaded. Switching on the engine, Bianka put the GAZ into gear driving onto the main road. Both women ducked as the rear window waw shattered by the KGB woman's return fire. "Have you got a place!?" Asked Bianka as they drove past incoming police units out of the town. "Follow the signs to the Mountains of Mecsek, I give further instructions from there. Thanks by the way, Bianka." The CIA agent chuckled putting her foot down..
Sergeant Natalia Borisova roared in frustration as her shots impacted the back window of the fleeing GAZ.
Just what I need an unexpected complication. That girl must be CIA, come to either bring her back or eliminate her. No matter, she will die as well. Suddenly she was surrounded by three police cars, with armed officers drawing their weapons. "Police! Drop your weapon, now!" Cried the lead male officer, brandishing his Tokarev. Sighing Natalia holstered her sidearm. "I'am KGB and those are escaping dissidents! I'am reaching for my identification!" Reaching into her stolen jacket pocket, she rolled her eyes. "Damn it!" She swore under her breath the officers quickly restrained her, removing her Tokarev before roughly leading her away in handcuffs towards the prison. "Don't antagonise the locals..." Natalia cursed under her breath as she was lead away.
5km West of Pécs, the Mountains of Mecsek 12:25pm
Following the directions given by Célia, Bianka arrived to a small forest path leading into the hills. "Okay here will do for now, Bianka. That was some impressive shooting there but you were always a better shot." Leaning back into her seat, Bianka laughed. "And you always were better at disguising then me. You look good in that uniform." Célia returned the laugh, unclipping her holster. "You should have seen the girl it belonged too." Bianka sighed reaching over to hug her friend. "Damn it's so good to see you-" She reared back hearing the cocking of Celia's pistol. "I wish I could say the same, B. But what the hell are you doing here." Looking around her, Bianka noticed a group of men and women armed with rifles seemingly melt from the forest around them all pointing their guns at her. Holding up her hands, she breathed. "Please, Célia. Put your weapon down and I will explain everything." Hearing the door behind her open, Bianka was pulled out Célia still training her pistol on her smiled a wry smile. "I'am looking for to it, old friend."
