NOTE:
This story contains violence and mature themes. It is
intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults
over the age of twenty-one. All characters portrayed are
over the age of eighteen.
The Adventures of Daisy Dell, Ace Reporter.
Daisy and the Enemy Agent.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)
"Wow! I should get the
'Pulitzer' for this dynamite!" Thought Daisy, as she headed
back to her hotel room, her temporary headquarters in San
Francisco. The intrepid, international reporter had just
succeeded in obtaining documentary evidence of the Japanese
atrocities in Nanking the previous year. She had discreetly
acquired the documents from a low level consular clerk, in
need of money. She clutched her shoulder bag tighter to her
side.
Once inside the room, Daisy carefully locked and chained the door. Just as she set aside her hat and shoulder bag, she felt a prickly sensation on the back of her neck, as though she was being watched.
When Daisy wheeled around, she was just quick enough to catch sight of a shadowy figure slipping back into the closet.
"Come out of there!" Daisy snapped, angrily. "I see you." It never occurred to the confident, self-reliant reporter to call for assistance; she had been decisively solving problems on her own, since she got her first newspaper job, twelve years ago, at age sixteen.
A short, girlish figure in tight, dark catsuit slipped noiselessly from the closet. The girl was clearly oriental, and Daisy concluded she was almost certainly an agent of the Imperial Japanese Government. Hard to believe though, a girl so young and tiny, could be a trusted agent of the ruthless Japanese military machine.
In fact, the Japanese consulate in 'Frisco' was so short handed, it had only one untried operative available. Betty Yamata was, in fact, a native born Californian, a Sansei, or third generation American of Japanese ancestry. The previous year, despite a high grade point average and a high score on competitive examination, Betty was turned down by several colleges because of her race. As a consolation, her parents sent her to visit relatives in Japan. While there, the resentful eighteen-year-old allowed herself to be recruited by Japanese Intelligence. The military rulers of Japan were eager to recruit agents, in the continental USA, but almost all of the Japanese Americans were 100% loyal to their new country. In desperation they reluctantly accepted the vengeful Betty
Betty had just reported for her first assignment at the consulate, when the theft of the confidential documents was discovered. Betty's new boss had serious doubts about using the inexperienced, untried agent, but had no choice. The supercilious, wise-cracking teen had no doubts of her own abilities, though, and eagerly took on the assignment.
Despite being discovered, in the room, the young Japanese agent maintained her cool self-assurance, sarcastically affecting the accent of a stage oriental.
Once inside the room, Daisy carefully locked and chained the door. Just as she set aside her hat and shoulder bag, she felt a prickly sensation on the back of her neck, as though she was being watched.
When Daisy wheeled around, she was just quick enough to catch sight of a shadowy figure slipping back into the closet.
"Come out of there!" Daisy snapped, angrily. "I see you." It never occurred to the confident, self-reliant reporter to call for assistance; she had been decisively solving problems on her own, since she got her first newspaper job, twelve years ago, at age sixteen.
A short, girlish figure in tight, dark catsuit slipped noiselessly from the closet. The girl was clearly oriental, and Daisy concluded she was almost certainly an agent of the Imperial Japanese Government. Hard to believe though, a girl so young and tiny, could be a trusted agent of the ruthless Japanese military machine.
In fact, the Japanese consulate in 'Frisco' was so short handed, it had only one untried operative available. Betty Yamata was, in fact, a native born Californian, a Sansei, or third generation American of Japanese ancestry. The previous year, despite a high grade point average and a high score on competitive examination, Betty was turned down by several colleges because of her race. As a consolation, her parents sent her to visit relatives in Japan. While there, the resentful eighteen-year-old allowed herself to be recruited by Japanese Intelligence. The military rulers of Japan were eager to recruit agents, in the continental USA, but almost all of the Japanese Americans were 100% loyal to their new country. In desperation they reluctantly accepted the vengeful Betty
Betty had just reported for her first assignment at the consulate, when the theft of the confidential documents was discovered. Betty's new boss had serious doubts about using the inexperienced, untried agent, but had no choice. The supercilious, wise-cracking teen had no doubts of her own abilities, though, and eagerly took on the assignment.
Despite being discovered, in the room, the young Japanese agent maintained her cool self-assurance, sarcastically affecting the accent of a stage oriental.
