Operation Sinosphere (1)
Jingguang Bridge, Beijing’s Chaoyang District, Beijing China
Agent Miller’s plan was to travel in a circle that would bring her back to the apartment building in a different direction once she had made the drop.
She was late, Grace knew that. The secure line through which the fake intelligence travelled had been down for goodness knows what reason, but a remote link back to the IT guys in London had somehow manged to fix the problem. Back in their Beijing apartment Kat had already received a message from the Gaochung Network asking when the drop would be made. They were an impatient set of people these ‘News Terrorists’…
This was the second news drop to be made by the Agents, and the previous one, three days earlier, had been made on time and helped validate the girl’s secure position through which they would infiltrate the network. Damn the freaking tech for it to go wrong now!
HQ back home had released a story about British Aid being offered to the Xinjiang Uyghur region of China via Comrade Chen Quanguo, the Chinese Communist Party Committee Secretary. It wasn’t going to happen of course, but believing it might would anger the Chinese and then highlight the untrustworthy nature of the Gaochung Network.
Agent’s Miller and Novikova had been sent to Beijing as local contacts for the Network. Information was being fed through to them via Professor Huan Chu, Grace’s old University Lecturer
(see Oxford, Spies and The Secret Service), and so, providing the girls made the drops on time, the Network had no suspicions that their pretty young contacts were anything other than what their ID and background checks said them to be.
Easy huh? Well, not when the fucking drop was going to be made late!
The Central Park apartment complex, Beijing’s Chaoyang District, Beijing China
The news drops consisted of a memorised message being relayed to members of the Network face to face. The Agents had agreed that Grace would be the one to make the actual news drops, after all she could speak fluent Mandarin, and the agreed procedure was that they should avoid being out together if at all possible, in order to safeguard the operation.
So right now, Kat had the apartment to herself and her thoughts turned to Jase.
Would he be alone yet, would Sam, his wife, be there? She couldn’t be sure without messaging him.
7 pm in Beijing ... 12 midday in the UK.
Fuck it, Kat decided that she would call.
Bottling up all the reasons why this was a crazy idea, she swiped his number. He was on the same team, right? She had a burner phone, so no one should be tracking it.
When her lover answered with a curt, hello, her insides turned into all kinds of jelly just from hearing his voice.
"Hi, Jase," Kat spoke
"Kat … Bloody hell girl! You're safe, and okay?”
Speaking at the same time, “You're somewhere alone?", they both laughed, then Jase sighed.
"I’m at work, so it’s fine. Why are you ... how can you be calling, Kat. You’re not supposed to …”
“I know Jase, but it’s fine.”
It really wasn’t fine, but she’d done it now.
"I can't wait to see you again baby girl.”
Laughing, seizing the opening he had provided, Kat replied. "You won't have to wait too long ..."
"You don’t know that Kat, this op, whatever it is, you could be gone …”
"Jase..." She interrupted before he could throw himself deeper into his speech.
"What?"
"Shut the fuck up and let’s just enjoy the moment …”
Chao Yang Lu Road, heading away from Jingguang Bridge, Beijing’s Chaoyang District, Beijing China
Grace walked slowly whilst eyeing up her surroundings as best she could. There wasn’t much chance of using shop windows as rear-view mirrors because there were few and most of them were dark, unlit as late afternoon became evening. Now and then she crossed the street so that she could look behind, and sometimes she thought, though she did not really trust her eyes, that she had spotted someone passing through the gloom.
The lighting was very dim in the side streets, which appeared as mere slits of darkness between the shoddy buildings. Grace gave them a wide berth. The Chinese plunged into them as if they were wearing lights around their heads.
Agent Miller was almost at the rendezvous point when they … whoever they were … made the move. Two men in front of her slowed their pace, the two on either side moved in and seized her arms. They were big guys for Chinese, easily matching and beating Grace’s 5 feet 8 inches, and solid with it.
There were four of them, or so Agent Miller thought, until suddenly, as she stepped back, readying herself to make a break for it, she realised they were actually six men as the two behind moved into her personal back-space. The MI6 Agent felt a mild sting in the vicinity of her right kidney, then the heat of an injection. Grace lurched as if trying to break free. The phalanx squeezed in tighter. She might as well have been nailed in a box and there was little point in shouting for help. She began to feel faint as the injection took effect. Would it kill her? It seemed possible. She was losing her senses one by one. First to go was touch, then hearing, then sight, and finally taste as her tongue and lips went numb, however she could still smell. How odd, she thought in the instant before she lost contact with her brain.
The Central Park apartment complex, Beijing’s Chaoyang District, Beijing China
"Know what I want to do to you Agent Novikova, right now?" Jase purred, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver down Kat’s spine.
"What?" His lover replied, more than a little breathlessly.
"I want to tie you with your hands above your head and taste you."
Drawing in a slow breath, her mouth suddenly dried up and she squirmed on the edge of the leather covered chair upon which she was seated.
"You'd beg me to stop," Jase chuckled, "But I wouldn't."
"Do you promise?" Kat asked once she found her voice.
Jase laughed out loud, and added, "You'd squirm for me like you did that first night in London, You were all over the bed."
"Yes ...I remember ..." Agent Novikova whispered, biting her lower lip.
"You tasted so good. I can't wait to taste you again. You'd push your hips into me, you'd writhe and whimper, and only when you couldn't take anymore, would you finally say 'please'."
"You think ... God, you’re so full of shit Lieutenant Underhill!" But Kat’s knuckles were turning white as she gripped her burner phone even tighter.
"I don’t ‘think’ Special Agent Novikova, I know."
There was a pause before Jase asked, "What are you wearing right now?"
The Hai River, connecting Beijing to Tianjin and the Bohai Sea
Grace could smell cigarette smoke, but was still ensconced in her own personal darkness, a silent gloom. She felt motion, bumps, and mild pain as her kidneys bounced along with the rest of her body. The sound of a whining motor began to infiltrate her slowly returning senses. Then she heard bumps and bangs coming quickly one after the other, as if water was slapping the bottom of a boat. She was lying on her back, conscious but not really awake.
Opening her eyes Agent Miller saw darkness, spotted with moving green and red lights, and the stronger glow of small white shapes. Finally, she smelled water, foul smelling water. She was on a boat and the boat was moving!
Grace noticed illumination sprinkled all along the shore line. She heard vague, faraway music and knew the boat was on the Hai River. Panic began to permeate throughout her body, and, as she attempted to move, she discovered that her hands were secured in iron manacles, along with her feet. The good news was that if she could take a personal inventory in this manner then she must, at least, still be alive!
Grace could hear heavily accented Wu Chinese being spoken, a dialect known as Shanghainese, but even with her poly-linguistic ability, she struggled to understand what was being said until someone with a deep male voice said in pigeon English, “She’s awake.”
She felt a kick to her ribs, not really hard but firm enough to make her grunt. This person bent over Grace and opened her eyes with his fingers. She smelled his breath, cabbage and tofu. Yuck!
Her clothes felt damp and her bladder tight. Grace realised that she needed to urinate! The deep voice then said, “Are you awake?”
Agent Miller wasn’t sure that she could speak, so didn’t try to answer. Her eyes remained open though. She was kicked again, and Grace grunted, before being unceremoniously dragged into an upright position.
As the boat jolted, Agent Miller, chained still at hands and feet, staggered to her right, and vomited into the river.
Now that Grace was fully conscious the water smelled even worse. In the thin light of the nearby hanging lantern, she saw, or possibly hallucinated, drowned rats and other nasty things on the water’s surface, churned up by the prop of the boat she imagined. The Hai itself smelled like something that had been dead for a long time. The deep voice that had spoken previously held a bottle of Maotai to Grace’s lips, and she took a sip, then spit it out.
“You drink and feel better?” His voice was pleasant, his manner easy. There was just enough light to identify his ethnicity as Han, which pretty much confirmed that he was from the Gaochung Network. The panic, forgotten during her bout of puking, returned into the very fibre of Agent Miller’s body, as did her need to pee.
The Central Park apartment complex, Beijing’s Chaoyang District, Beijing China
"Ummm," Kat gasped, then added in a quiet whisper "A loose fitting tee-shirt and panties."
"What colour are your panties?" Jase whispered.
How can he make such simple words sound so dirty and needy, she thought.
"Pink."
"Slip your fingers inside and touch yourself."
Moving over to the bed, Kat slid her finger beneath the cotton of her panties.
"Oh, Jase...."
"Are you wet?"
"Yes," Kat gasps, tracing a lazy finger along the length of the opening to her soft folds, lightly touching herself.
"Take your middle finger," Jase groaned, "And touch your clit."
Nodding her head, even though he couldn't see her, Agent Novikova dragged her long finger over the hardening, engorged nub of her clit.
"Oh fuck!”
"Are you really wet?" The question floats into Kat’s subconscious, and she nods, replying with a soft, "yes."
Whispering more instructions ... orders ... his body needing hers, Kat could not hold back a whimper. "I wish you were here, touching me ..."
"I do too, baby girl. Take off your panties."
Tossing her underwear onto the floor, Kat noticed how her hand was trembling.
"Are they off?" Jase asks.
“Yes.”
"Are you sitting up, or are you on your back?"
“Sitt … ohhh … fuck …. Sitting … up!” She gasped.
Jase groaned, "I can imagine you, baby girl."
"Tell me what you'd do to me Jase if you were here ..." Kat sounded evermore desperate.
"I'd kiss my way down from the lips of your mouth to the lips of your pussy. Then while my mouth worked your clit, I'd slide two fingers inside you and ..."
The visual, painted on the back of her closed eyelids, how his voice draws the words out until she can almost feel him, "Oh, god, Jase, I want to cum ... please, tell me that I can cum ..."
“Yes, baby girl, you may.”
To Be Continued …
