WW2 Spy Stories: Operation Spring Wind (A Request by Arc)
Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2023 10:42 am
This is the third of the WW2 spy stories requested by board member Arc.It is April 1942 and Kempeitai(Japanese Secret Police) agent Sophie Chan, of mixed British-Chinese descent , as been tasked with a risky yet critical mission. Her assignment is to gain the trust of a small fringe group of Communist agitators in the British Raj, in the hopes of sparking a rebellion in the colony. However, the Communists have no love for the Japanese so if Sophie is to complete her mission, she must pose as a freelance contractor to conceal the Kempeitai's influence. This is her story...
Onboard the IJN submarine I-58, 3km Offshore from Bombay Friday 22nd April 1942 19::00 hrs
Sophie Chan moved through the cramped corridor of the submarine I-58, ignoring the stares and the occasional spitting on the floor from the Japanese sailors who were supposed to be her allies, as she approached the subs bridge. At 23, Sophie had had a difficult upbringing in colonial Hong Kong being the illegitimate daughter of a Chinese prostitute and British government official. Once Sophie was born, the bastard had left her and her mother to struggle for scraps on the streets, not even bothering to acknowledge nor pay for his daughter like all British he was weak, self serving and arrogant. Sophie had grown up bitterly resenting both him and the decadent empire he stood for, so when she turned 18 she plotted her revenge. Sophie had tracked down her father and killed him with a dagger to the heart, leaving his corpse to rot in an Hong Kong alley outside one of his brothels he loved more then his own child. However, since her father was well known to frequent Hong Kong's brothers, the colonial authorities began investigating the many women he had bedded, which had eventually lead to her mother and ultimately to Sophie, being his illegitimate daughter. With the authorities closing in, and with nowhere left to run Sophie was approached by an undercover agent of the Japanese Kempeitai, who had been tracking her, to join their ranks of covert operatives. Seeking to avoid a potential hanging, Sophie gladly joined the ranks of the secretive organisation. Since then they had honed her skills and her hatred towards the British to forge her into an efficient, deadly agent who specialised in disguise and Infiltration. Despite all this, the Japanese still despised her often spitting to the floor or calling her gaiju(foreigner) behind her back. Sophie didn't trust them either nor did she have any particular love for the Japanese, knowing of their atrocities in her native China, but just as long as they pointed her at the British their needs were aligned. The enemy of my enemy was my friend, after all. She was a startlingly attractive woman, her lightly tanned skin and unique angular features high cheekbones, piercing almond shaped blue eyes framed by shoulder length light brown hair, pinned in the back by small thin bladed hair pin, was a product of her mixed heritage. Sophie used her unique looks to her advantage, easily passing as a subject of the crown or local when the need arose. She shook thoughts of the past from her mind, as she approached the submarines captain.
Captain Hayato Wanatabe, a thin young man garbed in the khaki uniform of an IJN submariner turned to face her. "Well, it's about time to get you off my boat, gaiju. I wish I could say it's been a pleasure." He spat on the ground at her feet. Sophie fixed him with a hard stare. " I serve the Emperor, just like you do, captain. I just prefer to see the life leave the eyes of my enemies, you just sit safe in your boat while you torpedo from afar. Not very honourable if you ask me." A silence fell upon the bridge as Wanatabe rounded oh her "How dare you! Gaiju bitch! What do you know of honour? You skulk in the shadows, killing from a point of cowardice like some common ninjitsu. I fight a war, I kill in the name of our Emperor. You fight for nothing, no flag, no emperor. You don't belong anywhere." There was a tense silence around the bridge as Sophie took a deep breath. " As a woman, my entire existence as been a war, Captain. I have struggled from my first breath for survival, I will not be lectured by any man. Is my boat prepared?" She said as she climbed up the access ladder to the conning tower hatch. " Yes, everything is prepared. Now get off my ship! You have already said enough." The captain replied to her as Sophie opened the access hatch, in silence. After climbing down the conning tower, Sophie walked across the subs deck towards a small inflatable dinghy. Without saying a word to the Japanese sailors holding the dinghy in place, Sophie got into it swiftly rowing away from the submarine as the sailors cast her off. Putting the Sub in her rear, Sophie rowed towards the coast of the British Raj in silence.
The Coast of India, the British Raj. Bombay 19:10hrs
Radha Sharma walked the south of Juhu Beach, as she always had at this time in the early evening to watch the sun sink below the horizon, offering thanks to the gods that the war was far from her home. At 23, Radha worked as a secretary at the colonial administration officers in central Bombay, it was a steady job, but she was underpaid compared to many of the British colonial workers and often had to endure many a racial slur, particularly from her employers who never seemed to appreciate anything she did. Radha was a pretty girl with supple tanned skin, slender cheekbones, smooth rounded face and big brown eyes her raven coloured hair tied into a sensible bun. She was dressed this evening in a flowing diamond patterned turquoise silk saree with matching beaded bangles on both wrists, with dangling earrings and matching shawl draped around her shoulders, with brown leather sandals. She also had a small black leather purse looped over her shoulder, which contained her ID papers and around 200 rupees. As she walked near the southern pair, Radha spotted a peculiar sight a small inflatable dinghy by the shore. Curiousity overriding her common sense, Radha approached the dinghy. "Hello? Is anybody there?" She asked nervously, as she neared the small dinghy, Radha noticed characters stenciled in red on the grey canvas. Before she could comprehend their meaning, Radha felt a slender hand clamp around her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise then the sensation of the back of her neck being pierced by a sharp blade. Radha Sharma died instantly slumping into the arms of her killer, as she was dragged under the pier.
Sophie laid the dead Indian girl onto the ground, then wiped the blood from her hairpin onto her beige fatigues before replacing the weapon back into her hair. She knelt by the dead girl as she searched her purse, finding her ID papers and 200 rupees that would buy her a train ticket to Delhi, her traditional clothing would allow Sophie to blend in and make contact with the communist agitators she was tasked with meeting. Wasting no time, Sophie stripped off her Japanese navy fatigues including her underwear then proceeded to strip the dead girl. She first removed the girls jewellery, shawl and sandals then loosened the folds of the girl's saree. After gently unfolding, and pulling the beautiful garment from the girl's corpse, leaving her wearing only a matching strapless white bra and petticoat, Sophie turned the scantily clad slim tanned girl onto her side unclasping the bra, slipping the undergarment from her bust, exposing a pair of well developed C-cup breasts with full dark brown areolas. Once she had clasped on the stolen bra, Sophie pulled off the dead woman's petticoat off her hips then down her long tanned legs, revealing a small brown clit crowned with a small trimmed strip of black pubic hair and pert peach shaped tanned buttocks. After getting dressed in her stolen outfit, putting on the girl's stolen jewellery, Sophie loosened the dead girl's hair copying her bun fixing it in place with her hairpin. When she was finished, Sophie dragged the dinghy over to the girl's naked corpse. After deflating the inflatable raft and burying the oars, Sophie rolled the naked body into the raft, along with her discarded uniform then cocooned her inside, tying it off. She then dragged the bundle over to some rocks, under the pier, concealing the body behind them. When the evidence concealed, Sophie covered her head and lower face with the shawl then walked out from under the pier, off the beach and towards Bombay Train Station, to begin her mission in earnest.
Central Delhi, one day later. 10:00am
Using the clothing and money she had taken from the Indian girl, Sophie had taken the express train to Delhi taking her a day to reach the capital of the British Raj giving her plenty of time to review her mission. Sophie had been given the difficult assignment of securing the trust of an Indian fringe communist movement with the hopes of starting a popular rising in the Colony. Of course the difficulty being that the communists hated the Japanese just as much as they hated the British, so the Kempeitai had instructed Sophie to pose as an independent contractor. Thus no one would suspect the Kempeitai's involvement. Now in the present, Sophie found herself in a secluded alley kneeling down to retrieve the contents of a dead drop from a small non-descript urn tucked away behind a dumpster. Opening it she found the address of the communist movement in the slums and the olive branch she would be offering them. The Kempeitai had received intelligence that the British Colonial Administration, desperately in need of resources for the British Isles, were proposing to increase taxes on the local population and to increase the grain quota's. As this would no doubt negatively impact the locals, the Governor had secured the plans in his safe, in his office, at the Government Palace. All Sophie needed to do was to secure their assistance, and steal the plans, that would all she would need to stoke the fires of rebellion. After memorising and destroying the information, replacing the urn Sophie stuffed the information into her stolen purse and swiftly walked out of the alley in a flash of turquoise making her way towards the slums.
Sophie knocked once on the steel door, as the small shutter opened revealing the face of a young Indian man. "What do you want? This is a private residence." He said in an impatient tone. Sophie lowered the shawl from her head. "The winds of change are afoot, comrade." She said using the groups mantra. The man looked quizzical for a second before answering. "They blow swiftly comrade." Hearing the sound of a bolt opening, Sophie walked through the open door as the Indian man closed and locked it behind her. He turned drawing a Webley Service Revolver pointing it straight at her. "Who are you? How did you now our mantra? Speak quickly!" The man said as two others appeared with Lee Enfield rifles, unfazed Sophie continued. "My name is Radha Sharma, I'am an interested party seeking to support your cause." The doorman relaxed his stance a little, but still trained his revolver on her. "An independent contractor? I didn't think there were any left in India not employed by the British, and a woman at that." Sophie smiled as she continued, feeling no fear whatsoever. " I assure you, comrade. I have no love for the British, in fact I hate them just as much as you do. And we contractors come in all shapes and sizes. Don't fear, I'am quite skilled." The doorman lowered his gun, thumbing the hammer back. "So what can the Communist Front of India, do for you Ms Sharma?" He said gesturing to the two men in front of them to lower their rifles. "I have information and a proposal for your leader, could you please direct me to him?" Sophie said as the doorman nodded falling into step beside her. "Very well, I will take you to him."
"Comrade Gupta, I have someone here to meet you. This is Radha Sharma, she says she is an independent contractor that has critical information for you and you alone." The doorman addressed a young man, dressed in loose fitting white cotton clothing a Webley Revolver holstered at his waist, a quizzical expression on his face as he addressed them, hands on a table leaning over it. "Thank you, Vijay. I will see to our guest, go back and watch the door." Vijay nodded as he left the two alone. Gupta removed his hands from the desk. "It takes a brave soul, to enter the slums of Delhi in search of the Communist Movement of India. Vijay tells me, you are an independent contractor. Tell me, Ms Sharma why have sought us out?" He said as he walked around the table, leaning against it, crossing his arms. "Mr Gupta, I hate the British as much as you do, they have ruled over us for too long. And they have wounded me personally. I wish to assist you in bringing about a new golden age for our people, under the red flag." Sophie replied, projecting an air of confidence. Gupta nodded, relaxing his stance. "The British taint and destroy everything around them, they rape and pillage our nation turning us into second class citizens in our own country. They believe themselves the only ones to protect us from the Japanese, such arrogance." We walked over to his desk, gesturing Sophie to follow him. There he poured them both a measure of red wine, into two cups. "So tell me Ms Sharma, why should I take you on your word?" In between gulps of the fragrant alcohol, Sophie filled him in on the information from her dead drop careful to phrase that she had her own sources, and omitted the fact she was Kempeitai. She could see that Gupta's interest was piqued, and as he finished his wine, placing the cup onto his desk he spoke up. "That is unsurprising, the British are always searching for new ways to bleed us dry, comrade." The use of the word had implied to Sophie that she had finally gained his trust. "So it's in the Governor's Palace you say? We can help you clear out the Governor and his staff, we have some some explosives we liberated from a British supply dump, that would serve us well. But you will still need a disguise, to get you into the building." Gupta poured out another cup, which he handed to Sophie. "I have seen a number of Women's Auxiliary walking around the market, I can kill one and take her uniform. With that I can enter the building and retrieve the documents." She replied taking the proffered cup. Gupta smiled raising his cup. "And the people will finally rise up, to cast out the British. A toast, Ms Sharma." They both raised their cups high. "To freedom and the cause of international communism." Sophie echoed the oath as they touched cups, both drinking the cool fragrant wine. She however couldn't have cared less, Sophie knew that these people would never stand a chance against her adopted nation, it made lying to the man that much easier.
Central Delhi Market, near the Government Palace. One day later. 11:45am
Woman's Auxiliary Private Brenda Connolly, was harried as she walked lost desperately searching for the Government Palace, she had tried to ask the locals for directions but none of them spoke a word of English. At 22, Brenda had recently joined the newly formed Women's Auxiliary of India joining up for the chance of exotic adventure, away from the drab confines of her native Sheffield. But instead getting hopelessly lost, a stranger in a strange land. Brenda was a looker, with slender cheekbones heart shaped features and soft blue eyes her long ash blonde hair curled into bunches, under her white hat. She was very thankful for her light airy uniform, which helped to keep her cool under the warm Indian sun. A uniform which consisted of a white uniform dress, belted at the waist, with shoulder epaulettes denoting her rank and posting with sensible brown leather shoes. A watch on her left wrist and brown leather purse looped over her shoulder. Under her uniform she wore matching white bra and low waisted knickers, to remain aerated in this high humidity. As she continued in vain to ask the locals for directions, she felt a gentle hand on her arm, Brenda turned to see a startlingly beautiful Indian girl, in a turquoise saree. She smiled a beautiful smile. "Hello, you seem a little lost could I help?" Brenda breathed a sigh of relief. "You speak English? Thank God, I knew at least someone here would speak it. I'am looking for Government Palace. Can you tell me, how to get there?" The pretty girl smiled again, as she looked Brenda up and down. "Even better, I can show you a quick shortcut. It wouldn't be any trouble." She said in that pretty accent. Brenda smiled widely not believing her luck. "Could you? That would so super, thank you. I was told the Indian people were warm and friendly but I never expected this." The girl merely nodded as she led Brenda from the market place into a dark secluded alley, with a single dumpster. Brenda suddenly felt apprehensive. "Excuse me, love.? Are you sure you know we your--hmpph." Brenda was caught unawares as the Indian girl suddenly turned, handgagging her and pinning against the wall. She felt fear trickling down her spine, as she looked into the eyes of the girl, seeing only hatred in her cold but beautiful eyes. "Shh! Little bitch. It will soon be all over, and I will be taking that uniform." Brenda's eyes widened as the girl took a thin blade from her hair piece. She tied to plead for her life, her voice muffled by the girl's strong grip, right up to the point where the blade pierced the flesh of the side of her neck. Brenda's muffled cries ceased, as she slumped dead in her killers grip.
Sophie had already removed the dead woman's hat and belt as she gently lowered the dead WAC Private against the wall. Wasting no time, she stripped off the clothing she had stolen from the corpse of her first victim, in what seemed like an age ago now. Now completely naked, Sophie knelt by the dead British woman and started to undress her. She started by unlacing her shoes, removing them one foot at a time and testing them against her own feet. Satisfied that the woman she had murdered had the same shoe size as she, Sophie unbuttoned the dead woman's uniform dress working it off her slender shoulders, and peeling it off her slim attractive corpse. Sophie had already decided to take the woman's underwear as well, she reached around the dead woman's back unclasping her bra slipping it free from her shoulders exposing a pair of firm well developed C-cup breasts, with perky pink circular areolas. After clasping on the stolen bra, Sophie whipped off the woman's matching white briefs revealing a small pink clit crowned with a trimmed fan of ash blonde pubic hair. Once she had pulled on the stolen knickers, Sophie took the woman's watch and loosened hair bunches copying the style, then finished getting dressed in the stolen uniform. Now fully dressed, Sophie picked up the naked corpse of the WAC under her shoulders and dragged her over to the open dumpster. Leaning the body over the lip of the dumpster, Sophie tipped it into the the dumpster then threw her discarded saree over the body before closing the lid of the dumpster. After removing the her hairpin and putting the weapon inside the dead woman's purse, Sophie looped the bag over her shoulder and checked her stolen watch. She had a good ten minutes before the Communists set off their bomb, to clear the way for her. Straightening her stolen uniform, which fit her like a glove, Sophie walked out of the alley towards the Government Palace.
Outside the Government Palace, 11:55am
Standing across from the Government Palace, a large three storey marble building that stood as a testament to British arrogance, Sophie dressed in her stolen WAC uniform counted down using her stolen watch. Gupta and his communists were as good as their word, they had planted their bomb in a market stall. All that was needed now was to simply wait, and not 5 minutes the sound of an almighty explosion came from the marketplace followed by billowing smoke, and the screaming of distraught crowds. Suddenly the guards on the gate sprung into action, one man opened the wrought iron gate while the other ran towards the Palace, past throngs of bewildered staff. Seizing her opportunity, Sophie rushed towards the gate slipping past the crowds using her disguise to blend in, as she witnessed a group of three British Soldiers led a middle aged man, who could only be the Marquess of Linlithgow the Governed General of India, into a waiting convoy, a black staff car with at least two armed Willy's jeeps and a compliment of soldiers in a Bedford truck. Sophie smiled as the convoy drove past her, Gupta's plan had worked perfectly now it was up to her. Sophie swept into the Government Palace, making her way towards the office of the Governor General on the third floor.
The combination of Sophie's disguise and the clearing out of the staff, allowed her to blend in easily as she found herself outside the double wooden doors that led to the office of the Governor General. Sophie shook her head as she slipped through the doors, another sign of British arrogance or perhaps sloppiness they hadn't even secured the office. Looking around, Sophie saw her target a large black safe behind the Governor's desk to the right, wasting no time Sophie walked around the desk kneeling in front of the safe. As part of her Kempeitai training, Sophie had been taught the intricacies of safe cracking rising to the top of her class and it was these skills she utilised to deftly crack the safe. She put her ear to the safe, feeling the tumblers click into place one by one as she tested the dial, methodically finding the safe combination. As she heard the final tumbler click into place with a satisfying click, Sophie pulled open the safe door to find it...empty. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she heard another click, Sophie turned to see a British officer, a captain by the three rank pips on the epaulettes of his beige uniform, armed with a Webley Service Revolver, flanked by two British soldiers armed with Lee Enfield Rifles. "I'am sorry, my dear but the game is up." He said as he pointed his revolver square at her chest. Sophie however stood her ground. "So this is all a trap then? I should have known this was too easy." The Captain smiled widely. "Captain Weatherby, Military Intelligence Section 5. Yes, I'am afraid that we were onto Gupta's little group for some time. We raided his little hideout as soon as he had planted the bomb, which I had to admit was a nice touch by the way. We decided to let it play out and see who would come for the "documents". Imagine our surprise, to see that it was you a woman. Who isn't even Indian." Sophie looked around trying to find a way out, but the only way out was though Weatherby and his men. "How do you know, I'am not Indian?" She replied, projecting an air of confidence. Weatherby shook his head. " You see my dear, I was posted in Hong Kong before the Japanese overran it. I have seen many like you, the bastard children of randy government officials, who should have known better, you have my sympathies for what it's worth." Sophie felt anger well up inside her, at the condescending tone of the British officer. "Keep your fucking sympathy, British Dog! Your people have violated mine for two centuries! The Kempeitai gave me the strength to fight your kind!" She yelled tears of anger welling up in her eyes. Weatherby sighed but with no hint of his condescending tone. "So that's who you are with? My word I never would expected them to use a citizen of the empire, as an operative. And a skilled one at that. I must admit you are unique my dear, we could have used someone like you." Sophie took a deep breath, she knew that only two paths lay before her death or imprisonment. "So, what happens now Captain? You know I'am a skilled operative, wherever you send me I will escape from. I will return to the Kempeitai, and I will not rest until I take my revenge on all of you British Dogs." A grave expression flashed across the Officers face. "I'am sorry but you are too dangerous to let live. The fact you murdered and stripped a young WAC for that uniform is proof enough of your resourcefulness. I wish the circumstances where different, God forgive me." Sophie unmoved by the false compassion of Weatherby, held her arms wide. " Go on shoot! I do not fear death!" Despite these words, Sophie inwardly trembled with fear. Weatherby fired two shots into her chest. Sophie let out a pained sigh as two red holes erupted in her chest, blood flowing onto the pristine white of her stolen uniform, as she collapsed onto the floor.
As Captain Colin Weatherby knelt by the dying Kempeitai agent, her beautiful blue eyes fixing him with a cold stare full of bitter hate, he heard a soft whisper come from the dying woman. Leaning into her, Weatherby could hear speak mandarin, as she cried and shook her last before letting out a short final breath. "What did the bitch, say. Sir?" Asked one of the men, a young Corporal. Without looking at him, Weatherby recited her final words. " Forgive me, mother. I have failed you." The young soldier merely snorted as he walked away. Weatherby holstered his revolver, before closing the eyes of the dead Kempeitai agent. "Rest now, my dear. Your struggle is over." He said as rose from the corpse and walked towards his men. "Get this area secure and inform the Governor General the threat as passed." The two soldiers flashed him salutes as they filed out of the office. Weatherby turned back to the corpse of the dead beautiful Kempeitai agent, blood pooling around her body. He shook his head before exiting the room, pondering at the loss of a independent, resourceful and skillful woman. At the tragic wasted loss of potential.
Onboard the IJN submarine I-58, 3km Offshore from Bombay Friday 22nd April 1942 19::00 hrs
Sophie Chan moved through the cramped corridor of the submarine I-58, ignoring the stares and the occasional spitting on the floor from the Japanese sailors who were supposed to be her allies, as she approached the subs bridge. At 23, Sophie had had a difficult upbringing in colonial Hong Kong being the illegitimate daughter of a Chinese prostitute and British government official. Once Sophie was born, the bastard had left her and her mother to struggle for scraps on the streets, not even bothering to acknowledge nor pay for his daughter like all British he was weak, self serving and arrogant. Sophie had grown up bitterly resenting both him and the decadent empire he stood for, so when she turned 18 she plotted her revenge. Sophie had tracked down her father and killed him with a dagger to the heart, leaving his corpse to rot in an Hong Kong alley outside one of his brothels he loved more then his own child. However, since her father was well known to frequent Hong Kong's brothers, the colonial authorities began investigating the many women he had bedded, which had eventually lead to her mother and ultimately to Sophie, being his illegitimate daughter. With the authorities closing in, and with nowhere left to run Sophie was approached by an undercover agent of the Japanese Kempeitai, who had been tracking her, to join their ranks of covert operatives. Seeking to avoid a potential hanging, Sophie gladly joined the ranks of the secretive organisation. Since then they had honed her skills and her hatred towards the British to forge her into an efficient, deadly agent who specialised in disguise and Infiltration. Despite all this, the Japanese still despised her often spitting to the floor or calling her gaiju(foreigner) behind her back. Sophie didn't trust them either nor did she have any particular love for the Japanese, knowing of their atrocities in her native China, but just as long as they pointed her at the British their needs were aligned. The enemy of my enemy was my friend, after all. She was a startlingly attractive woman, her lightly tanned skin and unique angular features high cheekbones, piercing almond shaped blue eyes framed by shoulder length light brown hair, pinned in the back by small thin bladed hair pin, was a product of her mixed heritage. Sophie used her unique looks to her advantage, easily passing as a subject of the crown or local when the need arose. She shook thoughts of the past from her mind, as she approached the submarines captain.
Captain Hayato Wanatabe, a thin young man garbed in the khaki uniform of an IJN submariner turned to face her. "Well, it's about time to get you off my boat, gaiju. I wish I could say it's been a pleasure." He spat on the ground at her feet. Sophie fixed him with a hard stare. " I serve the Emperor, just like you do, captain. I just prefer to see the life leave the eyes of my enemies, you just sit safe in your boat while you torpedo from afar. Not very honourable if you ask me." A silence fell upon the bridge as Wanatabe rounded oh her "How dare you! Gaiju bitch! What do you know of honour? You skulk in the shadows, killing from a point of cowardice like some common ninjitsu. I fight a war, I kill in the name of our Emperor. You fight for nothing, no flag, no emperor. You don't belong anywhere." There was a tense silence around the bridge as Sophie took a deep breath. " As a woman, my entire existence as been a war, Captain. I have struggled from my first breath for survival, I will not be lectured by any man. Is my boat prepared?" She said as she climbed up the access ladder to the conning tower hatch. " Yes, everything is prepared. Now get off my ship! You have already said enough." The captain replied to her as Sophie opened the access hatch, in silence. After climbing down the conning tower, Sophie walked across the subs deck towards a small inflatable dinghy. Without saying a word to the Japanese sailors holding the dinghy in place, Sophie got into it swiftly rowing away from the submarine as the sailors cast her off. Putting the Sub in her rear, Sophie rowed towards the coast of the British Raj in silence.
The Coast of India, the British Raj. Bombay 19:10hrs
Radha Sharma walked the south of Juhu Beach, as she always had at this time in the early evening to watch the sun sink below the horizon, offering thanks to the gods that the war was far from her home. At 23, Radha worked as a secretary at the colonial administration officers in central Bombay, it was a steady job, but she was underpaid compared to many of the British colonial workers and often had to endure many a racial slur, particularly from her employers who never seemed to appreciate anything she did. Radha was a pretty girl with supple tanned skin, slender cheekbones, smooth rounded face and big brown eyes her raven coloured hair tied into a sensible bun. She was dressed this evening in a flowing diamond patterned turquoise silk saree with matching beaded bangles on both wrists, with dangling earrings and matching shawl draped around her shoulders, with brown leather sandals. She also had a small black leather purse looped over her shoulder, which contained her ID papers and around 200 rupees. As she walked near the southern pair, Radha spotted a peculiar sight a small inflatable dinghy by the shore. Curiousity overriding her common sense, Radha approached the dinghy. "Hello? Is anybody there?" She asked nervously, as she neared the small dinghy, Radha noticed characters stenciled in red on the grey canvas. Before she could comprehend their meaning, Radha felt a slender hand clamp around her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise then the sensation of the back of her neck being pierced by a sharp blade. Radha Sharma died instantly slumping into the arms of her killer, as she was dragged under the pier.
Sophie laid the dead Indian girl onto the ground, then wiped the blood from her hairpin onto her beige fatigues before replacing the weapon back into her hair. She knelt by the dead girl as she searched her purse, finding her ID papers and 200 rupees that would buy her a train ticket to Delhi, her traditional clothing would allow Sophie to blend in and make contact with the communist agitators she was tasked with meeting. Wasting no time, Sophie stripped off her Japanese navy fatigues including her underwear then proceeded to strip the dead girl. She first removed the girls jewellery, shawl and sandals then loosened the folds of the girl's saree. After gently unfolding, and pulling the beautiful garment from the girl's corpse, leaving her wearing only a matching strapless white bra and petticoat, Sophie turned the scantily clad slim tanned girl onto her side unclasping the bra, slipping the undergarment from her bust, exposing a pair of well developed C-cup breasts with full dark brown areolas. Once she had clasped on the stolen bra, Sophie pulled off the dead woman's petticoat off her hips then down her long tanned legs, revealing a small brown clit crowned with a small trimmed strip of black pubic hair and pert peach shaped tanned buttocks. After getting dressed in her stolen outfit, putting on the girl's stolen jewellery, Sophie loosened the dead girl's hair copying her bun fixing it in place with her hairpin. When she was finished, Sophie dragged the dinghy over to the girl's naked corpse. After deflating the inflatable raft and burying the oars, Sophie rolled the naked body into the raft, along with her discarded uniform then cocooned her inside, tying it off. She then dragged the bundle over to some rocks, under the pier, concealing the body behind them. When the evidence concealed, Sophie covered her head and lower face with the shawl then walked out from under the pier, off the beach and towards Bombay Train Station, to begin her mission in earnest.
Central Delhi, one day later. 10:00am
Using the clothing and money she had taken from the Indian girl, Sophie had taken the express train to Delhi taking her a day to reach the capital of the British Raj giving her plenty of time to review her mission. Sophie had been given the difficult assignment of securing the trust of an Indian fringe communist movement with the hopes of starting a popular rising in the Colony. Of course the difficulty being that the communists hated the Japanese just as much as they hated the British, so the Kempeitai had instructed Sophie to pose as an independent contractor. Thus no one would suspect the Kempeitai's involvement. Now in the present, Sophie found herself in a secluded alley kneeling down to retrieve the contents of a dead drop from a small non-descript urn tucked away behind a dumpster. Opening it she found the address of the communist movement in the slums and the olive branch she would be offering them. The Kempeitai had received intelligence that the British Colonial Administration, desperately in need of resources for the British Isles, were proposing to increase taxes on the local population and to increase the grain quota's. As this would no doubt negatively impact the locals, the Governor had secured the plans in his safe, in his office, at the Government Palace. All Sophie needed to do was to secure their assistance, and steal the plans, that would all she would need to stoke the fires of rebellion. After memorising and destroying the information, replacing the urn Sophie stuffed the information into her stolen purse and swiftly walked out of the alley in a flash of turquoise making her way towards the slums.
Sophie knocked once on the steel door, as the small shutter opened revealing the face of a young Indian man. "What do you want? This is a private residence." He said in an impatient tone. Sophie lowered the shawl from her head. "The winds of change are afoot, comrade." She said using the groups mantra. The man looked quizzical for a second before answering. "They blow swiftly comrade." Hearing the sound of a bolt opening, Sophie walked through the open door as the Indian man closed and locked it behind her. He turned drawing a Webley Service Revolver pointing it straight at her. "Who are you? How did you now our mantra? Speak quickly!" The man said as two others appeared with Lee Enfield rifles, unfazed Sophie continued. "My name is Radha Sharma, I'am an interested party seeking to support your cause." The doorman relaxed his stance a little, but still trained his revolver on her. "An independent contractor? I didn't think there were any left in India not employed by the British, and a woman at that." Sophie smiled as she continued, feeling no fear whatsoever. " I assure you, comrade. I have no love for the British, in fact I hate them just as much as you do. And we contractors come in all shapes and sizes. Don't fear, I'am quite skilled." The doorman lowered his gun, thumbing the hammer back. "So what can the Communist Front of India, do for you Ms Sharma?" He said gesturing to the two men in front of them to lower their rifles. "I have information and a proposal for your leader, could you please direct me to him?" Sophie said as the doorman nodded falling into step beside her. "Very well, I will take you to him."
"Comrade Gupta, I have someone here to meet you. This is Radha Sharma, she says she is an independent contractor that has critical information for you and you alone." The doorman addressed a young man, dressed in loose fitting white cotton clothing a Webley Revolver holstered at his waist, a quizzical expression on his face as he addressed them, hands on a table leaning over it. "Thank you, Vijay. I will see to our guest, go back and watch the door." Vijay nodded as he left the two alone. Gupta removed his hands from the desk. "It takes a brave soul, to enter the slums of Delhi in search of the Communist Movement of India. Vijay tells me, you are an independent contractor. Tell me, Ms Sharma why have sought us out?" He said as he walked around the table, leaning against it, crossing his arms. "Mr Gupta, I hate the British as much as you do, they have ruled over us for too long. And they have wounded me personally. I wish to assist you in bringing about a new golden age for our people, under the red flag." Sophie replied, projecting an air of confidence. Gupta nodded, relaxing his stance. "The British taint and destroy everything around them, they rape and pillage our nation turning us into second class citizens in our own country. They believe themselves the only ones to protect us from the Japanese, such arrogance." We walked over to his desk, gesturing Sophie to follow him. There he poured them both a measure of red wine, into two cups. "So tell me Ms Sharma, why should I take you on your word?" In between gulps of the fragrant alcohol, Sophie filled him in on the information from her dead drop careful to phrase that she had her own sources, and omitted the fact she was Kempeitai. She could see that Gupta's interest was piqued, and as he finished his wine, placing the cup onto his desk he spoke up. "That is unsurprising, the British are always searching for new ways to bleed us dry, comrade." The use of the word had implied to Sophie that she had finally gained his trust. "So it's in the Governor's Palace you say? We can help you clear out the Governor and his staff, we have some some explosives we liberated from a British supply dump, that would serve us well. But you will still need a disguise, to get you into the building." Gupta poured out another cup, which he handed to Sophie. "I have seen a number of Women's Auxiliary walking around the market, I can kill one and take her uniform. With that I can enter the building and retrieve the documents." She replied taking the proffered cup. Gupta smiled raising his cup. "And the people will finally rise up, to cast out the British. A toast, Ms Sharma." They both raised their cups high. "To freedom and the cause of international communism." Sophie echoed the oath as they touched cups, both drinking the cool fragrant wine. She however couldn't have cared less, Sophie knew that these people would never stand a chance against her adopted nation, it made lying to the man that much easier.
Central Delhi Market, near the Government Palace. One day later. 11:45am
Woman's Auxiliary Private Brenda Connolly, was harried as she walked lost desperately searching for the Government Palace, she had tried to ask the locals for directions but none of them spoke a word of English. At 22, Brenda had recently joined the newly formed Women's Auxiliary of India joining up for the chance of exotic adventure, away from the drab confines of her native Sheffield. But instead getting hopelessly lost, a stranger in a strange land. Brenda was a looker, with slender cheekbones heart shaped features and soft blue eyes her long ash blonde hair curled into bunches, under her white hat. She was very thankful for her light airy uniform, which helped to keep her cool under the warm Indian sun. A uniform which consisted of a white uniform dress, belted at the waist, with shoulder epaulettes denoting her rank and posting with sensible brown leather shoes. A watch on her left wrist and brown leather purse looped over her shoulder. Under her uniform she wore matching white bra and low waisted knickers, to remain aerated in this high humidity. As she continued in vain to ask the locals for directions, she felt a gentle hand on her arm, Brenda turned to see a startlingly beautiful Indian girl, in a turquoise saree. She smiled a beautiful smile. "Hello, you seem a little lost could I help?" Brenda breathed a sigh of relief. "You speak English? Thank God, I knew at least someone here would speak it. I'am looking for Government Palace. Can you tell me, how to get there?" The pretty girl smiled again, as she looked Brenda up and down. "Even better, I can show you a quick shortcut. It wouldn't be any trouble." She said in that pretty accent. Brenda smiled widely not believing her luck. "Could you? That would so super, thank you. I was told the Indian people were warm and friendly but I never expected this." The girl merely nodded as she led Brenda from the market place into a dark secluded alley, with a single dumpster. Brenda suddenly felt apprehensive. "Excuse me, love.? Are you sure you know we your--hmpph." Brenda was caught unawares as the Indian girl suddenly turned, handgagging her and pinning against the wall. She felt fear trickling down her spine, as she looked into the eyes of the girl, seeing only hatred in her cold but beautiful eyes. "Shh! Little bitch. It will soon be all over, and I will be taking that uniform." Brenda's eyes widened as the girl took a thin blade from her hair piece. She tied to plead for her life, her voice muffled by the girl's strong grip, right up to the point where the blade pierced the flesh of the side of her neck. Brenda's muffled cries ceased, as she slumped dead in her killers grip.
Sophie had already removed the dead woman's hat and belt as she gently lowered the dead WAC Private against the wall. Wasting no time, she stripped off the clothing she had stolen from the corpse of her first victim, in what seemed like an age ago now. Now completely naked, Sophie knelt by the dead British woman and started to undress her. She started by unlacing her shoes, removing them one foot at a time and testing them against her own feet. Satisfied that the woman she had murdered had the same shoe size as she, Sophie unbuttoned the dead woman's uniform dress working it off her slender shoulders, and peeling it off her slim attractive corpse. Sophie had already decided to take the woman's underwear as well, she reached around the dead woman's back unclasping her bra slipping it free from her shoulders exposing a pair of firm well developed C-cup breasts, with perky pink circular areolas. After clasping on the stolen bra, Sophie whipped off the woman's matching white briefs revealing a small pink clit crowned with a trimmed fan of ash blonde pubic hair. Once she had pulled on the stolen knickers, Sophie took the woman's watch and loosened hair bunches copying the style, then finished getting dressed in the stolen uniform. Now fully dressed, Sophie picked up the naked corpse of the WAC under her shoulders and dragged her over to the open dumpster. Leaning the body over the lip of the dumpster, Sophie tipped it into the the dumpster then threw her discarded saree over the body before closing the lid of the dumpster. After removing the her hairpin and putting the weapon inside the dead woman's purse, Sophie looped the bag over her shoulder and checked her stolen watch. She had a good ten minutes before the Communists set off their bomb, to clear the way for her. Straightening her stolen uniform, which fit her like a glove, Sophie walked out of the alley towards the Government Palace.
Outside the Government Palace, 11:55am
Standing across from the Government Palace, a large three storey marble building that stood as a testament to British arrogance, Sophie dressed in her stolen WAC uniform counted down using her stolen watch. Gupta and his communists were as good as their word, they had planted their bomb in a market stall. All that was needed now was to simply wait, and not 5 minutes the sound of an almighty explosion came from the marketplace followed by billowing smoke, and the screaming of distraught crowds. Suddenly the guards on the gate sprung into action, one man opened the wrought iron gate while the other ran towards the Palace, past throngs of bewildered staff. Seizing her opportunity, Sophie rushed towards the gate slipping past the crowds using her disguise to blend in, as she witnessed a group of three British Soldiers led a middle aged man, who could only be the Marquess of Linlithgow the Governed General of India, into a waiting convoy, a black staff car with at least two armed Willy's jeeps and a compliment of soldiers in a Bedford truck. Sophie smiled as the convoy drove past her, Gupta's plan had worked perfectly now it was up to her. Sophie swept into the Government Palace, making her way towards the office of the Governor General on the third floor.
The combination of Sophie's disguise and the clearing out of the staff, allowed her to blend in easily as she found herself outside the double wooden doors that led to the office of the Governor General. Sophie shook her head as she slipped through the doors, another sign of British arrogance or perhaps sloppiness they hadn't even secured the office. Looking around, Sophie saw her target a large black safe behind the Governor's desk to the right, wasting no time Sophie walked around the desk kneeling in front of the safe. As part of her Kempeitai training, Sophie had been taught the intricacies of safe cracking rising to the top of her class and it was these skills she utilised to deftly crack the safe. She put her ear to the safe, feeling the tumblers click into place one by one as she tested the dial, methodically finding the safe combination. As she heard the final tumbler click into place with a satisfying click, Sophie pulled open the safe door to find it...empty. Her eyes widened in surprise, as she heard another click, Sophie turned to see a British officer, a captain by the three rank pips on the epaulettes of his beige uniform, armed with a Webley Service Revolver, flanked by two British soldiers armed with Lee Enfield Rifles. "I'am sorry, my dear but the game is up." He said as he pointed his revolver square at her chest. Sophie however stood her ground. "So this is all a trap then? I should have known this was too easy." The Captain smiled widely. "Captain Weatherby, Military Intelligence Section 5. Yes, I'am afraid that we were onto Gupta's little group for some time. We raided his little hideout as soon as he had planted the bomb, which I had to admit was a nice touch by the way. We decided to let it play out and see who would come for the "documents". Imagine our surprise, to see that it was you a woman. Who isn't even Indian." Sophie looked around trying to find a way out, but the only way out was though Weatherby and his men. "How do you know, I'am not Indian?" She replied, projecting an air of confidence. Weatherby shook his head. " You see my dear, I was posted in Hong Kong before the Japanese overran it. I have seen many like you, the bastard children of randy government officials, who should have known better, you have my sympathies for what it's worth." Sophie felt anger well up inside her, at the condescending tone of the British officer. "Keep your fucking sympathy, British Dog! Your people have violated mine for two centuries! The Kempeitai gave me the strength to fight your kind!" She yelled tears of anger welling up in her eyes. Weatherby sighed but with no hint of his condescending tone. "So that's who you are with? My word I never would expected them to use a citizen of the empire, as an operative. And a skilled one at that. I must admit you are unique my dear, we could have used someone like you." Sophie took a deep breath, she knew that only two paths lay before her death or imprisonment. "So, what happens now Captain? You know I'am a skilled operative, wherever you send me I will escape from. I will return to the Kempeitai, and I will not rest until I take my revenge on all of you British Dogs." A grave expression flashed across the Officers face. "I'am sorry but you are too dangerous to let live. The fact you murdered and stripped a young WAC for that uniform is proof enough of your resourcefulness. I wish the circumstances where different, God forgive me." Sophie unmoved by the false compassion of Weatherby, held her arms wide. " Go on shoot! I do not fear death!" Despite these words, Sophie inwardly trembled with fear. Weatherby fired two shots into her chest. Sophie let out a pained sigh as two red holes erupted in her chest, blood flowing onto the pristine white of her stolen uniform, as she collapsed onto the floor.
As Captain Colin Weatherby knelt by the dying Kempeitai agent, her beautiful blue eyes fixing him with a cold stare full of bitter hate, he heard a soft whisper come from the dying woman. Leaning into her, Weatherby could hear speak mandarin, as she cried and shook her last before letting out a short final breath. "What did the bitch, say. Sir?" Asked one of the men, a young Corporal. Without looking at him, Weatherby recited her final words. " Forgive me, mother. I have failed you." The young soldier merely snorted as he walked away. Weatherby holstered his revolver, before closing the eyes of the dead Kempeitai agent. "Rest now, my dear. Your struggle is over." He said as rose from the corpse and walked towards his men. "Get this area secure and inform the Governor General the threat as passed." The two soldiers flashed him salutes as they filed out of the office. Weatherby turned back to the corpse of the dead beautiful Kempeitai agent, blood pooling around her body. He shook his head before exiting the room, pondering at the loss of a independent, resourceful and skillful woman. At the tragic wasted loss of potential.
) about the general description of the politics at 1942 
