Cold War Stories:- Cambridge Extraction( Based on an Original Concept by Arc)
Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2023 11:46 am
This story is a follow up to An Helping Hand, as it features a returning character. It is 1975, five years after her mission to Angola and KGB agent Anastasia Tereshkova, alias swallow, as a very different assignment. The Cambridge Spy Ring was the most successful KGB operation in the UK, which as been inactive since 1963 with 3 members safely in the Soviet Union and 2 captured by British Intelligence. The sixth, Dorian Cavanaugh continued his work well into the 1970s but as since fallen ill with Influenza and admitted to hospital in Cambridge. Fearing his immediate exposure, Cavanaugh as signalled his superiors in Moscow for extraction and the KGB as responded by sending their best agent, an expert in disguise and infiltration to see it through. This is the untold story of the Cambridge Extraction...
Northern France, Wednesday 15th August 1975
Anastasia glanced at the photograph of the young Hispanic woman, dressed in MPLA fatigues smiling brandishing an AK-47. It had been five years since their fateful meeting, where they she had met Maria de la Cruz in Luanda. They both had been sent to kill the same Portuguese colonial official, but Anastasia had beaten her to the punch. That didn't stop them from falling in love, and getting secretly engaged some four years previously but unfortunately duty had parted them. Angola had been liberated from its colonial oppressors, which meant that the KGB's work was complete and Anastasia had been reassigned, but she had promised Maria she would return to their home in Luanda upon completion of her latest assignment. "Comrade-Captain Tereshkova?" Anastasia quickly folded Maria's photograph back into her green jumpsuit, as she turned seeing her handler Lyudmila Valinova approach her. "Comrade-Colonel Valinova." She flashed the middle aged woman a quick salute. "I trust the preparations are complete with the light aircraft, Colonel." Valinova's youthful but lined features broke into a smile, streaks of grey in her jet black hair. "Indeed, my dear Ana. Walk with me, I wish to go over some last minute details over the mission before you depart." Ana fell into step beside her handler, a woman she had known for the last 6 years and was the closest thing she had to a mother. "Have I ever let you down, Lyuda? You know me better than anyone." She said as they walked towards a small single seat miniplane, the KGB had secretly assembled the plane at their farmhouse safehouse near Calais. "That I do. You are the best agent I have ever trained but I have never sent you into the fray, without all the facts." Ana nodded her appreciation and allowed her handler to continue. "According to Cavanaugh he his being treated at the NHS Addenbrooke's Hospital. Your first task would be to acquire the clothing, identity and transportation from a British civilian. Then secure the asset, then proceed to Heathrow airport for exfiltration to Switzerland. I will leave the details to you, do what you must to ensure you complete the mission." Ana smiled as she saluted Lyuda. "You can count on me, Comrade-Colonel. I will bring this hero of the Soviet Union home." As she clambered into the cockpit of the light aircraft, Lyuda placed her hands onto the airframe. "One more thing. When you see Cavanaugh, say "The snow falls in Stalingrad." He will know you are here to extract him. Now go, bring glory to the Soviet Union!" With that, she flashed Ana one final salute before she backed away from the aircraft. After closing the cockpit catching a glimpse of her high cheekbones, angular cheekbones and piercing blue eyes with her head topped by short pixie cut blonde hair, Ana switched on the engine taxed down the makeshift runway then lowered the flaps gunning the engine to full throttle then lifted the the planes nose until the horizon disappeared from view. Ana then banked left, turning the plane towards England ready to begin her mission in earnest.
South Coast of England 30 minutes later
Pippa Rawlinson lounged on her picnic mat, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin, overlooking the North Sea. At 23, Pippa was a secretary at a law office in Canterbury who had decided to take her two days off to drive down to the coast and enjoy the sea air. She was an attractive girl, with shallow cheekbones, heart shaped features and big brown doe shaped eyes framed with long shoulder length chestnut coloured hair. Pippa was dressed today in a red t-shirt, blue skinny denim jeans with flared legs belted at the waist with a small black leather belt, and white laced trainers. A dress watch on her left wrist. Feeling a little peckish, Pippa reached into her picnic basket to retrieve a Ham and Pickle when the sound of an aircraft engine above her drew her attention. She looked up to see a peculiar sight, a small single engine plane flew over her head descending rapidly past her green Ford Anglia coming to land near the treeline beyond. Pippa quickly got up running towards the landing plane. "Hello? Are you alright? Do you need help?" She asked the pilot, who from behind was quite clearly a woman despite the unflattering green flight suit she wore. The figure froze as soon as heard Pippa's voice, quickly turning with a pistol in her right hand. The young secretary barely had time to run, nor did she hear the suppressed shot that killed her. All Pippa saw was a brief flash from the woman's pistol, then felt a slight pain in her head then nothing as she collapsed to the ground dead before she hit the grass.
Sighing deeply, Ana holstered her suppressed 9mm Makarov disappointed she had to resort to such crude means to kill the British girl, she would have preferred to have garroted the woman, a far more elegant means of execution but speed was of the essence. Well at least her clothes aren't blooded, I can use them she thought as she leapt from the cockpit walking towards the girls corpse. Ana knelt by the dead woman, caressing her t-shirt. I like the colour and she is exactly my size, this should work out nicely , without standing on ceremony she stripped off her flight suit including her vest and standard issue white shorts, reasoning she would need the woman's underwear as well. Kneeling naked beside the corpse and rolling it onto her front, Ana began to strip her. After removing the woman's watch and unlacing her shoes, she rolled up the t-shirt unfastening the skinny jeans, working them off her hips peeling them down her long divine legs. Ana whipped off the girl's white lace panties, exposing a small clit topped with a tiny trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair. Once she had pulled on the stolen panties and jeans, Ana leant the girls half naked body against her holding up the arms, pulling the t-shirt off the corpse, taking care not to sully the garment with the blood from her head wound, then unclipped the girls matching lace bra slipping it loose from the shoulders. Letting the naked corpse flop back onto the ground, Ana pulled on the bra then the t-shirt admiring the slim athletic naked body of her victim, her well formed C-cup breasts with small circular dark pink perky areolas. Her good looks somewhat marred by the hole in her forehead A shame, you are very beautiful, but not a patch on my Marie Ana thought as she scooped up the girls naked body into a fireman's carry, walking over to her car boot opening it and stashing the girl's body inside getting a good look at her pert peach shaped ass before closing the boot with a snap. Ana retrieved the girl's handbag from her picnic site, noting the name on her driving licence. "Hello, I'am Pippa Rawlinson pleased to meet you." She said in her best British accent before she stashed her garrote, handgun and picture of Maria inside, then looped the stolen handbag over her shoulder. Ana then carefully policed the scene, tossing the picnic set into the plane before pitching the aircraft over the side of the cliff to the sea below. When she was finished, Ana got into the woman's car ignited the engine then checked the open map on the passenger seat. After memorising the route, Ana drove out of the field and onto the main road following the road signs to Cambridge.
One hour later, outside Addenbrooke's Hospital
Ana had parked her stolen Ford Anglia across from the outpatients entrance, then weighed up her options. She needed the uniform of one of the many nurses that were milling around, not only to infiltrate the hospital but to find the exact location of Cavanaugh within. There were many young nurses whose uniforms would be suitable, but many of them were in groups chatting or smoking cigarettes. It would be impossible to eliminate just one of them and take her uniform without risk of detection, Ana just needed one opportunity to get a nurse on her own. After five minutes of waiting, Ana saw her chance a young attractive nurse had left the hospital clutching a pack of cigarettes, walking towards the alley to the left side of the hospital. Getting out of her car, Ana appraised the woman as she started to follow her. The nurse was pretty, with high cheekbones, rounded features and narrow green eyes. Her jet black hair, tied into a sensible bun under her white hat. She was dressed in a light blue short sleeve uniform dress, with a pinned white apron on the front tied at the back and belted at the waist with a thick black belt, a black cloak with red lining was draped around her shoulders. Her long legs covered in black stockings and black zipped heels. Ana smiled, the nurse was just her size. Snapping the car door shut, Ana looped her stolen handbag over her shoulder then proceeded to follow her into the alley.
Staff Nurse Deborah Keating walked into the Alley, as she fumbled for a cigarette from her packet of John Players. At 26, Deborah had been a Staff Nurse for the last three years and a student nurse since 18 at Addenbrooke's. She had been taking care of Doctor Cavanaugh since his admittance for a sudden bout of Influenza yesterday afternoon. Deborah had found the man stuck up and obtuse, who seemed to have an idea in his head that he was about to leave early but she had dealt with patients like him before. Deborah leaned up against the medical waste dumpster, popping the cigarette into her mouth but before she could get a chance to light it, she felt a wire loop around her neck followed by sharp tug that pulled her to the ground. The final thing Staff Nurse Deborah Keating heard was the crack of her hyoid bone breaking as her throat was crushed, she never saw her killer.
Ana using her garrote lowered the body of the nurse to the ground, then after unwinding the garrote from around the woman's throat stripped off her stolen clothes down to the underwear then tossed them into the dumpster. Not one to stand on ceremony Ana started to strip the dead nurse, whose name was Deborah according to the tag on her left breast. Once she had removed Deborah's cape, hat, belt and shoes Ana unpinned the apron from the front, untied it from the rear slipping it loose from the nurses body. Unclipping the badge ribbon from the nurses throat, Ana unbuttoned the uniform dress revealing a hint of a black lace bra enveloping a pair of lush well formed C-cup breasts. Peeling the dress from the nurses slim petite body, revealed a matching pair of black lace panties suspender belt and black stockings. As an afterthought, Ana unclipped the stockings from the dead nurses suspender belt, rolling them gently down the woman's long legs and pulled off the suspender belt too. She would need them to sell her disguise, after all. Ana quickly dressed herself in the dead woman's uniform, admiring her slim attractive body clad only in her lace underwear, her beauty marred by the thin red line around her throat. Once she was finished, sweeping the cloak around her shoulders, Ana scooped the dead underwear clad body of Nurse Deborah Keating in her arms tossing it into the medical waste dumpster, along with the woman's cigarettes. Looping her stolen handbag over her left shoulder, straightening her hat, Ana walked out of the alley and into the hospital.
Addenbrooke's Hospital
Using her newly acquired uniform, Anastasia approached the nurses station, flashing a smile to the nurse sat behind the desk and searched the admission records for Dr Dorian Cavanaugh. "Doctor Dorian Cavanaugh, room 435. St Mary's ward." Ana spoke quietly to herself, after five minutes of flicking through patient admissions. Memorising the information, she replaced the records bade the young nurse farewell with her best British accent. It took Ana another 10 minutes, walking amongst these class enemies no better then their capitalist masters, until she came upon room 435. She opened the door to find a middle aged man, sitting in a wheelchair gazing out of his window who turned to face her. "You aren't Nurse Deborah, that insufferable woman is always late stinking of tobacco. But here you are standing before me, wearing her uniform. Tell me, who are you?" Cavanaugh said, fixing Ana an inquisitive stare with his grey eyes, framed with horn rimmed spectacles. "Dr Cavanaugh, I'am here to tell you the snow always falls in Stalingrad. You are going home, comrade." A wry smile danced across the old spy's face. "At last, I thought you had forgotten all about me. Smart of them to send a woman. I take it that Nurse Deborah is no longer with us?" Anastasia approached the old spy, smiling widely. " The bitch is cooling off in a dumpster, stripped. And don't fear, you will receive an heroes welcome in Moscow just like your comrade in arms." Cavanaugh struggled out of his wheelchair "Good, Deborah was an enemy of class and had a terrible bedside manner. No great loss." Ana rushed over to help him. "No don't worry yourself, comrade. I just need to get changed into something for travel is all. I'am looking forward to seeing my friends again, well three of my friends." Ana turned to allow Cavanaugh some privacy as he got dressed. "Alright I'am ready to go comrade." She turned to see the Doctor Cavanaugh, sitting in his wheelchair dressed smartly in a grey suit. "Luckily, it's time for my constitutional so you can smuggle me out easily. I trust you have transportation?" Ana nodded disengaging the brake from the wheelchair and pushed him out of the room. "Yes, a car just outside the hospital. Kindly donated by a British civilian, along with her clothes." Cavanaugh grimly chuckled as he leaned back into his chair. "So no loose ends, comrade?" Ana smirked as she wheeled Cavanaugh out of the hospital, towards the Green Ford Anglia. "I don't leave loose ends, nor any witnesses." Ana helped the old spy into the passenger seat of the car, then folded up the wheelchair placing it on the backseat. When she was finished, Ana got into the car and switched on the engine. "So where to now, I assume you have a plan, comrade?" Ana pulled out and drove away from the hospital. "Please call me Ana or Agent Swallow. The plan is to fly you out on a civilian airliner to Geneva and deliver you to our embassy there. So the next stop is Heathrow airport." She smiled as she followed the signs towards London.
Heathrow Airport, 1 hour later
The drive down to London Heathrow was awkward in its silence, both spies too professional to be chatting about themselves. After an hour, Ana and Cavanaugh had found themselves outside the main terminal. "So what's the plan, comrade?" Ana wheeled him through the main terminal doors, scanning the main departure screen. "There, flight PA5532 to Geneva. That's our ticket out of here. Take this money, it should be enough for a boarding pass." Puzzled, Cavanaugh took the money. "What about you? You're obviously not staying here, right?" Ana, still dressed in her stolen nurses uniform, smiled as she saw a young blonde Pan-am flight attendant walk towards them. "Oh, I'am getting a free ticket. And a change of clothes, that stewardess is just my size." She said gesturing to the approaching flight attendant. The woman was attractive with sculpted cheekbones, angular features and pale blue eyes. Her ash blonde hair, tied in a short ponytail under her sky blue bowler hat, with the "Pan-am" logo pinned on the front. She wore a matching uniform, which consisted of a blue blazer, knee length skirt and white blouse with white gloves and black sensible pumps. A handbag looped over her shoulder. The stewardess flashed them a smile, as she walked past them towards the women's bathroom. "Another class enemy, you can practically feel the arrogance exude off her like a fell cloud. Take what you need from her, I will wait. But please be swift, Ana. I can't out be of this place too soon." Cavanaugh said as Ana nodded following the young stewardess into the ladies bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Pan-am Stewardess Megan Ryder took out her lipstick, touching up her makeup as she contemplated her next flight to Geneva and the pretty short haired nurse she just passed on her way to the bathroom. At 25, Megan lamented the fact that she had to go to Geneva, otherwise she would have brought the nurse a drink and see where that took them, she always was a sucker for a British accent and it didn't matter if she had the old man with her or not. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice the looks you were giving me." It was the voice of the nurse she had passed, it was even more sultry than she imagined. "Well, what can I say I'am a sucker for a sweet face." She replied without taking her eyes off her reflection, but managing a sly wink. The nurse smiled invitingly as she approached Megan from behind. "You don't scrub up too bad yourself, love." That elicited a suggestive laugh from Megan, who replaced her lipstick into her handbag and took out her blush. "It's too bad I'am flying to Geneva, I would have liked to gotten to know you a little better." The nurse placed herself behind Megan, eyeing up her uniform. "Geneva you say? Well, I don't think you're going to make that flight." A look of confusion came over Megan's face. "Wha-hey!" Was all Megan could manage, as the nurse quickly snaked an harm around her slender neck, planting a hand behind Megan's head. The stewardess tried to struggle but the nurse was unbelievably strong. The nurse pushed Megan's head forward, the last thing Megan heard was the sound of her neck being broken, her hands falling limpy by her sides. "Allow me to take that flight for you, Yankee bitch." Ana hissed into the dead stewardesses ear, as she dragged her into the empty cubicle behind them. Megan's hat falling to the bathroom floor, which was quickly scooped up by her killer.
Placing the dead stewardesses body on the toilet bowl ignoring her accusing stare, Ana quickly stripped off her nurses uniform including the stockings and suspenders. Standing in her stolen underwear, Ana started to undress the dead stewardess. After removing the dead girls gloves and shoes, Ana unfastened the blazer slipping it off her shoulders, then unzipped the skirt from the rear. After working the skirt off her shapely hips, Ana pulled the garment down noting the long divine legs covered in nude tights and a hint of a cream satin slip. This was confirmed when she unbuttoned the white blouse, peeling it from the dead woman's shoulders. Ana felt her loins burn, as she saw the stewardesses C-cup breasts nipples straining against the cream satin. Shaking the thoughts aside and remembering her beautiful Maria, Ana rolled up the woman's slip revealing a matching pair of cream satin low waisted scanty panties, protecting her womanhood. Ana, carefully pulled down the dead woman's tights being careful not to ladder them as she removed them one leg at a time. Admiring the stewardesses beautiful corpse, clad only in her cream stain slip and panties, Ana quickly got dressed in her stolen stewardess uniform including the tights. When she was finished, straightening the bowler hat on her head, Ana tossed the nurses cape onto the scantily clad body then closed the cubicle door behind her. Searching the stewardesses handbag, Ana found her make up bag and ID. "Hello, I'am Megan Ryder. How can I help you?" She said mimicking Megan's east coast US accent impeccably. After applying a little of the dead woman's make up satisfied she looked the part of a class traitor, Ana placed her photograph of Maria in her new handbag smiling as she looked at her before looping the handbag over her shoulder. She retrieved an out of order sign from the attendants cupboard, placing it on the bathroom door as she left.
" You wear that uniform better, than she did. It suits you. It matches your eyes." Cavanaugh whispered as Ana wheeled him towards the departure terminal, a Pan-am plane ticket to Geneva clutched in his hand. "Well, blue always was my colour comrade." Ana smiled as they entered the terminal, awaiting the call to boarding. "You do realise that you are going to need to act the part of a stewardess, comrade? You can't be mothering me the entire flight." Ana patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, comrade. This isn't the first time I have played the stewardess, besides the KGB trained me well." Cavanaugh nodded in appreciation. "Of that I have no doubt, my dear Agent Swallow. They certainly sent their best, you are a credit to the cause of global communism." Ana smiled warmly, taking her hand off the old spies shoulder. " Spacibo, tovarish." After 10 minutes, they heard the call to boarding. "Flight PA5532, to Geneva. Now boarding, at Gate 3, thank you." The female voice announced over the intercom. Taking their cue, Ana wheeled Cavanaugh to the front of the line where they flashed the young redheaded stewardess a smile and the boarding pass. She thanked them with a smile and a "I hope you enjoy the flight." Ana bade the girl farewell, as she pushed the old spy down the boarding ramp and onto the Pan-am 737.
Soviet Embassy, Geneva. 8pm
" Comrade Cavanaugh, welcome to the Soviet Union." Colonel Lyudmila Valinova saluted as Anastasia wheeled him into the Soviet Embassy, still dressed in her stolen Pan-am uniform. "Thank you, comrade. It's a pleasure to finally be amongst friends. My compliments to your Agent Swallow, she accorded herself most admirably. She is a credit to the party." Cavanaugh gestured to Ana, as he returned the salute. "I look forward to seeing my dear friends, Burgess and MacLean." Valinova glanced at Ana, a look of pride in her eyes. "She is our best, a true credit to the Red Sparrow program. You're friends have been notified of your arrival, they await you in Moscow. Where you will receive a heroes welcome." Valinova gestured to a young uniformed staffer, who approached the wheelchair. "Well, I guess this is farewell Comrade Anastasia. It as been an honour, my dear. Keep safe." Ana let the young woman take the wheelchair, as she returned the smile. "Dosvidaniya, Comrade Cavanaugh the honour was mine." She bade him farewell, as he was wheeled away. "A true hero of the Soviet Union, like someone else I now. And true heroes need to be rewarded. I have another assignment for you, in West Germany. But that can wait, go back to Luanda take some take time with Comrade De la Cruz." Ana's eyes widened in surprise. "You were aware of our engagement, Lyuda?" Valinova patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, internal security won't be hearing about it from me. Besides we all need a special someone, just be discreet." Ana thanked her handler, who was more like her mother. As she turned to leave, Valinova called her back. "And Ana, get yourself a proper uniform. One befitting a true heroine of the USSR, blue never was your colour." Ana laughed as she walked up the stairs to the consular suites. "At least I didn't have to wear a wig, I hate the damn things." They both laughed as Ana walked up the stairs, she pulled out her photo of Maria as she ascended. She smiled caressing it, the thought of Maria filling her heart with warmth. "Soon, my love." She said as she replaced the photo in her handbag, her mission complete.
Northern France, Wednesday 15th August 1975
Anastasia glanced at the photograph of the young Hispanic woman, dressed in MPLA fatigues smiling brandishing an AK-47. It had been five years since their fateful meeting, where they she had met Maria de la Cruz in Luanda. They both had been sent to kill the same Portuguese colonial official, but Anastasia had beaten her to the punch. That didn't stop them from falling in love, and getting secretly engaged some four years previously but unfortunately duty had parted them. Angola had been liberated from its colonial oppressors, which meant that the KGB's work was complete and Anastasia had been reassigned, but she had promised Maria she would return to their home in Luanda upon completion of her latest assignment. "Comrade-Captain Tereshkova?" Anastasia quickly folded Maria's photograph back into her green jumpsuit, as she turned seeing her handler Lyudmila Valinova approach her. "Comrade-Colonel Valinova." She flashed the middle aged woman a quick salute. "I trust the preparations are complete with the light aircraft, Colonel." Valinova's youthful but lined features broke into a smile, streaks of grey in her jet black hair. "Indeed, my dear Ana. Walk with me, I wish to go over some last minute details over the mission before you depart." Ana fell into step beside her handler, a woman she had known for the last 6 years and was the closest thing she had to a mother. "Have I ever let you down, Lyuda? You know me better than anyone." She said as they walked towards a small single seat miniplane, the KGB had secretly assembled the plane at their farmhouse safehouse near Calais. "That I do. You are the best agent I have ever trained but I have never sent you into the fray, without all the facts." Ana nodded her appreciation and allowed her handler to continue. "According to Cavanaugh he his being treated at the NHS Addenbrooke's Hospital. Your first task would be to acquire the clothing, identity and transportation from a British civilian. Then secure the asset, then proceed to Heathrow airport for exfiltration to Switzerland. I will leave the details to you, do what you must to ensure you complete the mission." Ana smiled as she saluted Lyuda. "You can count on me, Comrade-Colonel. I will bring this hero of the Soviet Union home." As she clambered into the cockpit of the light aircraft, Lyuda placed her hands onto the airframe. "One more thing. When you see Cavanaugh, say "The snow falls in Stalingrad." He will know you are here to extract him. Now go, bring glory to the Soviet Union!" With that, she flashed Ana one final salute before she backed away from the aircraft. After closing the cockpit catching a glimpse of her high cheekbones, angular cheekbones and piercing blue eyes with her head topped by short pixie cut blonde hair, Ana switched on the engine taxed down the makeshift runway then lowered the flaps gunning the engine to full throttle then lifted the the planes nose until the horizon disappeared from view. Ana then banked left, turning the plane towards England ready to begin her mission in earnest.
South Coast of England 30 minutes later
Pippa Rawlinson lounged on her picnic mat, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin, overlooking the North Sea. At 23, Pippa was a secretary at a law office in Canterbury who had decided to take her two days off to drive down to the coast and enjoy the sea air. She was an attractive girl, with shallow cheekbones, heart shaped features and big brown doe shaped eyes framed with long shoulder length chestnut coloured hair. Pippa was dressed today in a red t-shirt, blue skinny denim jeans with flared legs belted at the waist with a small black leather belt, and white laced trainers. A dress watch on her left wrist. Feeling a little peckish, Pippa reached into her picnic basket to retrieve a Ham and Pickle when the sound of an aircraft engine above her drew her attention. She looked up to see a peculiar sight, a small single engine plane flew over her head descending rapidly past her green Ford Anglia coming to land near the treeline beyond. Pippa quickly got up running towards the landing plane. "Hello? Are you alright? Do you need help?" She asked the pilot, who from behind was quite clearly a woman despite the unflattering green flight suit she wore. The figure froze as soon as heard Pippa's voice, quickly turning with a pistol in her right hand. The young secretary barely had time to run, nor did she hear the suppressed shot that killed her. All Pippa saw was a brief flash from the woman's pistol, then felt a slight pain in her head then nothing as she collapsed to the ground dead before she hit the grass.
Sighing deeply, Ana holstered her suppressed 9mm Makarov disappointed she had to resort to such crude means to kill the British girl, she would have preferred to have garroted the woman, a far more elegant means of execution but speed was of the essence. Well at least her clothes aren't blooded, I can use them she thought as she leapt from the cockpit walking towards the girls corpse. Ana knelt by the dead woman, caressing her t-shirt. I like the colour and she is exactly my size, this should work out nicely , without standing on ceremony she stripped off her flight suit including her vest and standard issue white shorts, reasoning she would need the woman's underwear as well. Kneeling naked beside the corpse and rolling it onto her front, Ana began to strip her. After removing the woman's watch and unlacing her shoes, she rolled up the t-shirt unfastening the skinny jeans, working them off her hips peeling them down her long divine legs. Ana whipped off the girl's white lace panties, exposing a small clit topped with a tiny trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair. Once she had pulled on the stolen panties and jeans, Ana leant the girls half naked body against her holding up the arms, pulling the t-shirt off the corpse, taking care not to sully the garment with the blood from her head wound, then unclipped the girls matching lace bra slipping it loose from the shoulders. Letting the naked corpse flop back onto the ground, Ana pulled on the bra then the t-shirt admiring the slim athletic naked body of her victim, her well formed C-cup breasts with small circular dark pink perky areolas. Her good looks somewhat marred by the hole in her forehead A shame, you are very beautiful, but not a patch on my Marie Ana thought as she scooped up the girls naked body into a fireman's carry, walking over to her car boot opening it and stashing the girl's body inside getting a good look at her pert peach shaped ass before closing the boot with a snap. Ana retrieved the girl's handbag from her picnic site, noting the name on her driving licence. "Hello, I'am Pippa Rawlinson pleased to meet you." She said in her best British accent before she stashed her garrote, handgun and picture of Maria inside, then looped the stolen handbag over her shoulder. Ana then carefully policed the scene, tossing the picnic set into the plane before pitching the aircraft over the side of the cliff to the sea below. When she was finished, Ana got into the woman's car ignited the engine then checked the open map on the passenger seat. After memorising the route, Ana drove out of the field and onto the main road following the road signs to Cambridge.
One hour later, outside Addenbrooke's Hospital
Ana had parked her stolen Ford Anglia across from the outpatients entrance, then weighed up her options. She needed the uniform of one of the many nurses that were milling around, not only to infiltrate the hospital but to find the exact location of Cavanaugh within. There were many young nurses whose uniforms would be suitable, but many of them were in groups chatting or smoking cigarettes. It would be impossible to eliminate just one of them and take her uniform without risk of detection, Ana just needed one opportunity to get a nurse on her own. After five minutes of waiting, Ana saw her chance a young attractive nurse had left the hospital clutching a pack of cigarettes, walking towards the alley to the left side of the hospital. Getting out of her car, Ana appraised the woman as she started to follow her. The nurse was pretty, with high cheekbones, rounded features and narrow green eyes. Her jet black hair, tied into a sensible bun under her white hat. She was dressed in a light blue short sleeve uniform dress, with a pinned white apron on the front tied at the back and belted at the waist with a thick black belt, a black cloak with red lining was draped around her shoulders. Her long legs covered in black stockings and black zipped heels. Ana smiled, the nurse was just her size. Snapping the car door shut, Ana looped her stolen handbag over her shoulder then proceeded to follow her into the alley.
Staff Nurse Deborah Keating walked into the Alley, as she fumbled for a cigarette from her packet of John Players. At 26, Deborah had been a Staff Nurse for the last three years and a student nurse since 18 at Addenbrooke's. She had been taking care of Doctor Cavanaugh since his admittance for a sudden bout of Influenza yesterday afternoon. Deborah had found the man stuck up and obtuse, who seemed to have an idea in his head that he was about to leave early but she had dealt with patients like him before. Deborah leaned up against the medical waste dumpster, popping the cigarette into her mouth but before she could get a chance to light it, she felt a wire loop around her neck followed by sharp tug that pulled her to the ground. The final thing Staff Nurse Deborah Keating heard was the crack of her hyoid bone breaking as her throat was crushed, she never saw her killer.
Ana using her garrote lowered the body of the nurse to the ground, then after unwinding the garrote from around the woman's throat stripped off her stolen clothes down to the underwear then tossed them into the dumpster. Not one to stand on ceremony Ana started to strip the dead nurse, whose name was Deborah according to the tag on her left breast. Once she had removed Deborah's cape, hat, belt and shoes Ana unpinned the apron from the front, untied it from the rear slipping it loose from the nurses body. Unclipping the badge ribbon from the nurses throat, Ana unbuttoned the uniform dress revealing a hint of a black lace bra enveloping a pair of lush well formed C-cup breasts. Peeling the dress from the nurses slim petite body, revealed a matching pair of black lace panties suspender belt and black stockings. As an afterthought, Ana unclipped the stockings from the dead nurses suspender belt, rolling them gently down the woman's long legs and pulled off the suspender belt too. She would need them to sell her disguise, after all. Ana quickly dressed herself in the dead woman's uniform, admiring her slim attractive body clad only in her lace underwear, her beauty marred by the thin red line around her throat. Once she was finished, sweeping the cloak around her shoulders, Ana scooped the dead underwear clad body of Nurse Deborah Keating in her arms tossing it into the medical waste dumpster, along with the woman's cigarettes. Looping her stolen handbag over her left shoulder, straightening her hat, Ana walked out of the alley and into the hospital.
Addenbrooke's Hospital
Using her newly acquired uniform, Anastasia approached the nurses station, flashing a smile to the nurse sat behind the desk and searched the admission records for Dr Dorian Cavanaugh. "Doctor Dorian Cavanaugh, room 435. St Mary's ward." Ana spoke quietly to herself, after five minutes of flicking through patient admissions. Memorising the information, she replaced the records bade the young nurse farewell with her best British accent. It took Ana another 10 minutes, walking amongst these class enemies no better then their capitalist masters, until she came upon room 435. She opened the door to find a middle aged man, sitting in a wheelchair gazing out of his window who turned to face her. "You aren't Nurse Deborah, that insufferable woman is always late stinking of tobacco. But here you are standing before me, wearing her uniform. Tell me, who are you?" Cavanaugh said, fixing Ana an inquisitive stare with his grey eyes, framed with horn rimmed spectacles. "Dr Cavanaugh, I'am here to tell you the snow always falls in Stalingrad. You are going home, comrade." A wry smile danced across the old spy's face. "At last, I thought you had forgotten all about me. Smart of them to send a woman. I take it that Nurse Deborah is no longer with us?" Anastasia approached the old spy, smiling widely. " The bitch is cooling off in a dumpster, stripped. And don't fear, you will receive an heroes welcome in Moscow just like your comrade in arms." Cavanaugh struggled out of his wheelchair "Good, Deborah was an enemy of class and had a terrible bedside manner. No great loss." Ana rushed over to help him. "No don't worry yourself, comrade. I just need to get changed into something for travel is all. I'am looking forward to seeing my friends again, well three of my friends." Ana turned to allow Cavanaugh some privacy as he got dressed. "Alright I'am ready to go comrade." She turned to see the Doctor Cavanaugh, sitting in his wheelchair dressed smartly in a grey suit. "Luckily, it's time for my constitutional so you can smuggle me out easily. I trust you have transportation?" Ana nodded disengaging the brake from the wheelchair and pushed him out of the room. "Yes, a car just outside the hospital. Kindly donated by a British civilian, along with her clothes." Cavanaugh grimly chuckled as he leaned back into his chair. "So no loose ends, comrade?" Ana smirked as she wheeled Cavanaugh out of the hospital, towards the Green Ford Anglia. "I don't leave loose ends, nor any witnesses." Ana helped the old spy into the passenger seat of the car, then folded up the wheelchair placing it on the backseat. When she was finished, Ana got into the car and switched on the engine. "So where to now, I assume you have a plan, comrade?" Ana pulled out and drove away from the hospital. "Please call me Ana or Agent Swallow. The plan is to fly you out on a civilian airliner to Geneva and deliver you to our embassy there. So the next stop is Heathrow airport." She smiled as she followed the signs towards London.
Heathrow Airport, 1 hour later
The drive down to London Heathrow was awkward in its silence, both spies too professional to be chatting about themselves. After an hour, Ana and Cavanaugh had found themselves outside the main terminal. "So what's the plan, comrade?" Ana wheeled him through the main terminal doors, scanning the main departure screen. "There, flight PA5532 to Geneva. That's our ticket out of here. Take this money, it should be enough for a boarding pass." Puzzled, Cavanaugh took the money. "What about you? You're obviously not staying here, right?" Ana, still dressed in her stolen nurses uniform, smiled as she saw a young blonde Pan-am flight attendant walk towards them. "Oh, I'am getting a free ticket. And a change of clothes, that stewardess is just my size." She said gesturing to the approaching flight attendant. The woman was attractive with sculpted cheekbones, angular features and pale blue eyes. Her ash blonde hair, tied in a short ponytail under her sky blue bowler hat, with the "Pan-am" logo pinned on the front. She wore a matching uniform, which consisted of a blue blazer, knee length skirt and white blouse with white gloves and black sensible pumps. A handbag looped over her shoulder. The stewardess flashed them a smile, as she walked past them towards the women's bathroom. "Another class enemy, you can practically feel the arrogance exude off her like a fell cloud. Take what you need from her, I will wait. But please be swift, Ana. I can't out be of this place too soon." Cavanaugh said as Ana nodded following the young stewardess into the ladies bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Pan-am Stewardess Megan Ryder took out her lipstick, touching up her makeup as she contemplated her next flight to Geneva and the pretty short haired nurse she just passed on her way to the bathroom. At 25, Megan lamented the fact that she had to go to Geneva, otherwise she would have brought the nurse a drink and see where that took them, she always was a sucker for a British accent and it didn't matter if she had the old man with her or not. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice the looks you were giving me." It was the voice of the nurse she had passed, it was even more sultry than she imagined. "Well, what can I say I'am a sucker for a sweet face." She replied without taking her eyes off her reflection, but managing a sly wink. The nurse smiled invitingly as she approached Megan from behind. "You don't scrub up too bad yourself, love." That elicited a suggestive laugh from Megan, who replaced her lipstick into her handbag and took out her blush. "It's too bad I'am flying to Geneva, I would have liked to gotten to know you a little better." The nurse placed herself behind Megan, eyeing up her uniform. "Geneva you say? Well, I don't think you're going to make that flight." A look of confusion came over Megan's face. "Wha-hey!" Was all Megan could manage, as the nurse quickly snaked an harm around her slender neck, planting a hand behind Megan's head. The stewardess tried to struggle but the nurse was unbelievably strong. The nurse pushed Megan's head forward, the last thing Megan heard was the sound of her neck being broken, her hands falling limpy by her sides. "Allow me to take that flight for you, Yankee bitch." Ana hissed into the dead stewardesses ear, as she dragged her into the empty cubicle behind them. Megan's hat falling to the bathroom floor, which was quickly scooped up by her killer.
Placing the dead stewardesses body on the toilet bowl ignoring her accusing stare, Ana quickly stripped off her nurses uniform including the stockings and suspenders. Standing in her stolen underwear, Ana started to undress the dead stewardess. After removing the dead girls gloves and shoes, Ana unfastened the blazer slipping it off her shoulders, then unzipped the skirt from the rear. After working the skirt off her shapely hips, Ana pulled the garment down noting the long divine legs covered in nude tights and a hint of a cream satin slip. This was confirmed when she unbuttoned the white blouse, peeling it from the dead woman's shoulders. Ana felt her loins burn, as she saw the stewardesses C-cup breasts nipples straining against the cream satin. Shaking the thoughts aside and remembering her beautiful Maria, Ana rolled up the woman's slip revealing a matching pair of cream satin low waisted scanty panties, protecting her womanhood. Ana, carefully pulled down the dead woman's tights being careful not to ladder them as she removed them one leg at a time. Admiring the stewardesses beautiful corpse, clad only in her cream stain slip and panties, Ana quickly got dressed in her stolen stewardess uniform including the tights. When she was finished, straightening the bowler hat on her head, Ana tossed the nurses cape onto the scantily clad body then closed the cubicle door behind her. Searching the stewardesses handbag, Ana found her make up bag and ID. "Hello, I'am Megan Ryder. How can I help you?" She said mimicking Megan's east coast US accent impeccably. After applying a little of the dead woman's make up satisfied she looked the part of a class traitor, Ana placed her photograph of Maria in her new handbag smiling as she looked at her before looping the handbag over her shoulder. She retrieved an out of order sign from the attendants cupboard, placing it on the bathroom door as she left.
" You wear that uniform better, than she did. It suits you. It matches your eyes." Cavanaugh whispered as Ana wheeled him towards the departure terminal, a Pan-am plane ticket to Geneva clutched in his hand. "Well, blue always was my colour comrade." Ana smiled as they entered the terminal, awaiting the call to boarding. "You do realise that you are going to need to act the part of a stewardess, comrade? You can't be mothering me the entire flight." Ana patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, comrade. This isn't the first time I have played the stewardess, besides the KGB trained me well." Cavanaugh nodded in appreciation. "Of that I have no doubt, my dear Agent Swallow. They certainly sent their best, you are a credit to the cause of global communism." Ana smiled warmly, taking her hand off the old spies shoulder. " Spacibo, tovarish." After 10 minutes, they heard the call to boarding. "Flight PA5532, to Geneva. Now boarding, at Gate 3, thank you." The female voice announced over the intercom. Taking their cue, Ana wheeled Cavanaugh to the front of the line where they flashed the young redheaded stewardess a smile and the boarding pass. She thanked them with a smile and a "I hope you enjoy the flight." Ana bade the girl farewell, as she pushed the old spy down the boarding ramp and onto the Pan-am 737.
Soviet Embassy, Geneva. 8pm
" Comrade Cavanaugh, welcome to the Soviet Union." Colonel Lyudmila Valinova saluted as Anastasia wheeled him into the Soviet Embassy, still dressed in her stolen Pan-am uniform. "Thank you, comrade. It's a pleasure to finally be amongst friends. My compliments to your Agent Swallow, she accorded herself most admirably. She is a credit to the party." Cavanaugh gestured to Ana, as he returned the salute. "I look forward to seeing my dear friends, Burgess and MacLean." Valinova glanced at Ana, a look of pride in her eyes. "She is our best, a true credit to the Red Sparrow program. You're friends have been notified of your arrival, they await you in Moscow. Where you will receive a heroes welcome." Valinova gestured to a young uniformed staffer, who approached the wheelchair. "Well, I guess this is farewell Comrade Anastasia. It as been an honour, my dear. Keep safe." Ana let the young woman take the wheelchair, as she returned the smile. "Dosvidaniya, Comrade Cavanaugh the honour was mine." She bade him farewell, as he was wheeled away. "A true hero of the Soviet Union, like someone else I now. And true heroes need to be rewarded. I have another assignment for you, in West Germany. But that can wait, go back to Luanda take some take time with Comrade De la Cruz." Ana's eyes widened in surprise. "You were aware of our engagement, Lyuda?" Valinova patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, internal security won't be hearing about it from me. Besides we all need a special someone, just be discreet." Ana thanked her handler, who was more like her mother. As she turned to leave, Valinova called her back. "And Ana, get yourself a proper uniform. One befitting a true heroine of the USSR, blue never was your colour." Ana laughed as she walked up the stairs to the consular suites. "At least I didn't have to wear a wig, I hate the damn things." They both laughed as Ana walked up the stairs, she pulled out her photo of Maria as she ascended. She smiled caressing it, the thought of Maria filling her heart with warmth. "Soon, my love." She said as she replaced the photo in her handbag, her mission complete.
