Normandy ... closed for Wideeyedone

[Elvenoff1]

Dark gray clouds hung over England that spring day. Friday, April 3, 1943, the rain seemed to down pour in roving waves soaking everything in its path, even the figure that was running down MacCallihan street. It’s heavy trench coast was barely keeping him dry let alone the briefcase that he was trying to keep sheltered. He quickly moved into a common hotel just to get out of the rain and to protect the briefcase. He didn’t know what his next move would be but there was no way off out of Britain yet. So for now London was his home, maybe even some of the small communities out around the rim of the city. It didn’t matter he knew they would send someone after him, so he just had to keep moving. He reached in to get his notepad when his eyes went wide, he lost his notepad!


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British command Intelligence division.
General Thomas Collins office 0430 hrs.

Gen Collins along with all his staff waited for her. She was the best in the field according to his staff and well her father was Major General Thaxton who had a lot of clout that got her started on her career and that was why they were waiting on her. She was the best and they needed the best for a half a million mens' lives depended on it...

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy had been awakened in the dead of night and told to report to head quarters. She had been dead asleep in the bed sit that she rented in London. All of the renters worked at British Intelligence so the landlady was used to rousing people from their sleep. Darcy dressed in her uniform in the dark. She pinned her hair up in bun. She had no idea what her next assignment would be. Her last had involved being undercover at a school in Wales where the headmaster had sympathies towards the Germans. He was now in a cell awaiting trial for treason.

She shook thoughts of that assignment from her head as she slipped on her raincoat. She had her flashlight, there were no streetlights now due to the black out. "Damn Germans." She muttered. She silently made her way down the stairs and onto the street. She hoped there would be tea at headquarters.

She made her way to the office as quickly as she could. She always felt the need to prove herself. She had a tiny voice in the back of her head that told her that she was only chosen because of her father. That her assignments were given to her because her father had clout. She felt the need to prove her worth every time she walked into the basement offices of British Intelligence.

One of the women who worked in the office was waiting for her.
"Darcy, they are in the secure conference room. There is a General here to see you and it isn't your father."

Darcy nodded and took a moment to smooth her skirt and take a deep breath. She left her torch and her bag next to her desk and headed to the secure conference room.

"Good morning, gentleman. I am sorry you had to wait. I was dead asleep when you called." She looked around the room. The mood was somber and she didn't see any faces that she recognized. There were American uniforms in the room as well as British. She took her seat and waited. She knew the general would start the meeting when he was ready.

 

[Elvenoff1]

General Collins looked over the staff for a few moments then to Darcy. He stood up and looked at her. “I hate to drop such a bad situation upon your lap this early in the morning, but we have no time to spare.” He mauled over his lower lip while his eyes stared into nothingness as he was looking for the words.

He walked over to the small table and poured Darcy a cup of Tea, rumors she always had to have tea when woken so early. He walked over and put it down in front or her along with the sugar cube bowl. Then walked away from her back to the top of the table. “I don’t have any other way to say this except bluntly. I do apologize to the Americans but I don’t have time.."

He looked over at the American Intelligence officer "one, Tammy Malone was carrying very vital information from the US to us, when she ummm.” He swallowed hard and again fought for the words. The American stood up, She was seduced by a very talented agent and the information she was carrying was taken. Now we are on a man hunt for this person and that is why you are here Miss Thaxton. He nodded to the Gen and took his seat…

“Yes, that was what I was trying to say.” The Gen relieved that the American put the blame where it should go. Now it was the hard part.. “Darcy, the agent that took this information is ……” He waited for he knew she would go off on them, for she could have killed him a year ago in France but she was stopped without an explanation.” Darcy, it’s the Archangel…” He sat down…

 

[wideeyedone]

As the officers were awkwardly trying to get out the details, Darcy stirred two sugar cubes into her tea. She was thankful for both the tea and the sugar since both were hard to come by and were rationed. But British Intelligence always managed to have a bit of it around.

She had just swallowed a few sips when she heard the news about the Archangel. She had been so close to ending him when she was undercover in France and now, he had managed to steal information from some American skirt?

She put down her teacup with a clank against the saucer.

"If he were dead, no one would have to be cleaning up this mess." She offered with a chilly whisper. She could feel her cheeks flush with emotion. She took another sip of her tea, giving herself time to collect herself.

"How vital is the information? What intel did this woman manage to lose to him?" She tried to keep herself calm, but she knew it had to be desperately important to get the American and British officers together this early in the morning. She knew that something important was being planned in conjunction with the Allied forces, but it was being kept quiet. "Please, I need to know what I am in for."

 

[Elvenoff1]

Again the General looked over to the American, than down to his staff. She was a highly skilled agent, nearly top secret level but that still wasn't high enough for him to speak of it to her. All the brass looked at the General to see if he would make that move or just blindly send her in.

Darcy, I can not go into detail, however, I can tell you that a half a million lives will be lost if this information gets to Germany. He looked over to her it is so big that the wheels cant be stopped, the allied forces would still have to move even if the Germans get this information. So, We need you to stop this man from getting these plans to the Germans.

"We have all of the methods of travel out of Britain shut down and monitored but you know how good he is.. So, time is of essence here." He knew she was getting a raw deal for the Archangel knew they would send someone so he is one step ahead..

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy only nodded as they told her that she couldn't know what the intel was. She was used to secrets and she sipped her tea. She didn't plead for the whole story, she knew better than to do that.

"So, he is here in London. Do we have his location? He has changed his appearance before. Can this American agent tell us what he looks like, what his current identity is?"

Darcy grabbed one of the notepads from the center of the table and began taking notes. She knew from her work in France that he was a hard nut to crack. It wouldn't be a simple job of wriggling her backside in a tight skirt. He was a well trained agent and he would be on the lookout for a British agent coming after him.

"I can work without the details on the intelligence that was lost. However, Sirs, I need everything you have on this man. He is elusive and dangerous and I would rather not die without nylons. I keep promising myself that I will stay alive until Harrod's is stocked with nylons again." She added the jest to lighten the mood, but underneath her cool fascade she was terrified of the Archangel.

 

[Elvenoff1]

"You can have the agent, She is here so you can ask her all that you want." The American spoke up. There is one other thing that I haven't shared with any yet till I have met the agent that you all were going to use. I Know of Miss Thaxton here so I can offer this in this room. There is another threat besides Archangel, you see we had the plans. But British Intelligence set up the traveling arrangements and times that she was going to be meeting her drivers." he didn't say anything more than that as he leaned back into his chair.

All the eyes shot to each other than to the General He was shooting a look at the American. "This is an outrage!" The Gen slammed his fist down on the table. "You trying to put the blame on us YANK!" The Generals voice boomed with anger.

"General" The American held up his hand in peace, "I'm not looking to put blame on anyone. I'm just saying that if we set up Miss thaxton here with information or objectives we have. If there is a leak here he will know about it. I think Miss Thaxtion should take Tammy and go... Make her plans on her own that way she is safe and this mission will be better executed. That's all I was trying to say. Sirs"

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy stood as the men were hollering at each other.

"Gentleman. I will get word back to you through standard dead drops. But I think it is clear that we have a leak. I will speak with Miss Malone and then, I just need some cash. I have some clean travel documents for several identities we haven't burned yet."

She looked at the men in the room."I need this secure room to talk to Miss Malone and then I am leaving and will be on mission. If you don't get some sort of indicator from me in the next 48 hours, then you need to start with plan B."

She waited for the men to clear the room. Miss Malone walked in as they left. She was gorgeous in a very obvious movie star way. She was blonde with big blue eyes and her breasts looked as if her blouse might pop open at any moment. However, her eyes were red rimmed from crying and she looked deeply ashamed.

"Miss Malone, I know you must be awfully tired and upset. But please, I need to know where he is, what he looks like, and anything else that you noticed."

 

[Elvenoff1]

Every man in the room snap their mouths shut when Darcy hailed for their attention. Her words were professional, skilled, and even a little on the demanding side even with a General among them. Each one nodded their understand of what she wanted.

Each officer nodded to Darcy as they walked past her. The American stopped and looked at her. "I need to see you when your done." He whispered to her. His eyes burned with a look that was borderline life and death. He even licked his lip and swallowed hard after he spoke the words. He then nodded and left the room.

Tam took a seat, not before looking up and down Darcy a few times. She looked up into Darcy appealing face and had a slither of a smile form. She was biting her lower lip. "I will tell you whatever you ask if I have the answer to tell you." her tone showed fear of what was going to happen to her. "May I have some water?" Her hands were trembling....

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy sat across from the woman and poured her a glass of water.

"I am sorry for your troubles. This can happen to someone in our line of work. We get so used to playing a part that we forget others are playing a part too."
Darcy tried to reassure the poor girl.

"Tell me what he looks like. What you noticed about him? Also, what name did he use?' Darcy wasn't going to write anything down. From now on- it was only going to be what she could commit to memory.

She couldn't take any chances since there was a leak.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tam, took a big swallow of water, more than her mouth could take, it dripped down her chin and landed on the slopes of her breasts. She coughed and choked a little but managed to get control.

"Looks, He was about six-one, or two. hefty body about one ninety. He had long blondish/white hair pulled into a pony tail, his eyes were strange, they were gray. He smelled umm, mmm, Like a bottle Bordeaux. He flashed a lot of money, OH he had a all white gold ring with a gold shadow on it. Also , I heard someone call him Clause.. "

The information that was giving wasn't describing the Archangel but his mentor the Angel of Death.

"I told Adam of his, but when I woke and realized what had happened I ran to the ships window and saw him meeting with a man. He was about five feet eleven, about one hundred and eighty pounds. He had short straight black hair. I want to say either black or Blue eyes for they were dark. But the dark haired man dropped something when they departed. So I hurried up and got dressed and found what he dropped it was a notepad. Adam has It." she informs. "That is all I know." Her second description matches the Archangel.

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy placed her hand over Tammy's.

"Don't worry too much. They will go easy on you." Darcy smiled at her, but she was truly sorry for the girl. The didn't call him the Angel of Death for nothing. She would be dead within hours. Poison was his weapon of choice. And this poor thing had no idea.

She left Tammy in the conference room and found the American officer waiting for her. "He has poisoned her, you know." She whispered softly to Adam. "You should sedate her before it starts to take effect. She will just go to sleep and not know she will die for her betrayal."

She had to take a deep breath to fight the tears she had for the poor girl.

"She said you had more to tell me?" She placed her hand on the handsome American's arm. "Please, the longer it takes for me to get started, the more he will see me coming."

 

[Elvenoff1]

Adam looked at Darcy when she talked about Tam being poisoned. "What?" He opened the door and looked at her. "Are you..." He shut the door knowing that she wouldn't have said that if she wasn't sure about it.

"Yes, I have this notepad, however, most of it is encrypted. I have managed to come up with two names the third I don't know yet."

He took a step away from the door. "The names in the book were, Angel of Death, Delicate flower, and I don't know what the third name is." I also have found out that this was a well planned mission. They have three agents here for the same purpose but only one has the real information. Two of them or decoys.. There is no intelligence saying that the archangel uses poison!" he looks at the door.

Anyway here is the notepad... "I was ordered to give it to you and you maybe able to get it deciphered." He hands it over to her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy took the notebook and slid it into her bag.

"The Angel of Death killed two of our female agents in Paris. It was poison."

She patted Adam's arm lightly and then went to her desk. She rifled through her papers. She had a go bag with a few crisp bills and clean travel documents. She needed peace and quiet to look at the notebook. And she needed away from prying eyes.

The thought of a leak angered and terrified her.

She didn't look back as she left headquarters. She rushed to her bedsit. She unbound her hair and removed her uniform. She slipped on a worn blue cotton dress and scuffed leather shoes.

She put on make up and a spritz of perfume. She headed out to the docks. Tammy said she had met him on a ship. She went to wander the docks in the early morning light.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Angel of Death stalks...

Saturday April 4, 0736am 1943, Southern Docks

Was it day? you couldn't tell with the rolling dark clouds looming above threatening to unlash mothers wrath upon the city of London. But as bad as it was, there was movement in the city. People moving about trying to get all the things they needed before the coming night.

The docks were buzzing as usual, The security heavy with guards everywhere from stationary to roaming patrols of two men. But, as with most extremely busy people moving about with a ton of activities to do, things are missed. At the very last dock, a very damaged and barely usable dock due to bomb damage sat an old freighter with no security. There were many crates stacked in the way of the dock arm due to the unusable nature of it. So it was block for the most part but one could make through the maze if determined too.

The notepad was found at the dock arm next to this abandoned one.

"Hey, Can I help you?" came a sharp American voice from behind Darcy as she was at the notebook location.

A lone figure watched from a porthole in the freighter. "So, they put her on this.. very well, let the game begin.. Miss Darcy Thaxton!" the shadowy figured faded into the darkness...

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy jumped at the voice.

"Oh no... I don't need help. I just...needed to see the water." She offered in a sweet voice. She turned around and looked up at the male voice with a sweet expression on her face.

"It's this damned black out. I just needed some fresh air and to see the water." She reached up and toyed with her hair. She took the Cambridge polish off of her voice and she sounded like a common Londoner.

"Please...isn't it alright if I just stay here for a little while?"

 

[Elvenoff1]

"I didn't mean to startle you Ma'am " the guard taken back by her beauty. "I understand." He spoke softly. Noting how damn sexy she was playing with her hair, " I have to do a complete security check of the next few docks before I end up back here. So that will give you about an hour to yourself." He smiled at her. He look d over the area for about ten minutes then resumed his patrol."Have a good evening." He expressed upon his departure.

Off in the distance a slight clanking and high heeled footsteps could be heard fleeing the area rather quickly. The American guard is off a good ways and seems not to hear the noise. He continued down the dock on his patrol.

Off in the distance a figure can now be seen fleeing down McKeen street.

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy watched the ship as subtly as she could. She sat on a crate and tried to look like a pretty girl enjoying the clean sea air.

She thought she saw movement but she couldn't watch closely. Then she rushed away from the dock to a cafe down the road. She took out the notebook and worked on the code.

She ordered the daily special and picked at it and sipped her tea as she tried to unscramble the code.

She watched the patrons, wondering when The Archangel might approach her.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Delicate Flower walked into the hotel pulling her wet reddish-brown hair away from her shoulders and put her hair into a ponytail. She walked up the stairs to there third floor northwest corner room. She gave the pre-code knock until she heard the yeah.

"I was told my Angel of death to come and let you know that Darcy Thaxton was at the docks before he could get down there and look for the notepad. He wants to know what he is too do." Del voice was chilled ridden.

"Damit! We need that notepad. Tell him to bring her in, not the friendly way! tell him to take her to the freighter this evening when the curfew is active. I will have her begging for me to take whatever I want. I want you there too,... To help me." He gave her the devil look.

"I will let him know." She turned and rolled her eyes. "He just wants me to fuck her while he watches. Bastard." Del leaves with the orders. When she gets back to the ship, Angel was gone but left a note, I'm following her... Will get in contact when can.

"Damn it! Angel shit! I hope in the hell you don't kill her!" she spat while making her way out of the ship. "Well, I really hate walking around in the damn rain but anyway here we go." She made her way back toward the café, entertainment areas of London...

Angel made his way through the crowd holding a handle of a Lugar. He spotted Darcy in a both at the back of the café. He didn't try to hide from her, he was walking straight at her, but his hand was on a Lugar...

He slid into the both,"Hello Darcy, I think you should come with me. Unless you wish to make a scene." He doesn't seem to notice the notepad yet."

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy used her elbow to knock the notepad off of the table. She then used her foot to slide it under the heavy leather booth. She did not allow herself to look afraid.

Darcy thought about making a scene. There were many burly men in the cafe, but she didn't want to risk the life of a civilian and she knew the Angel of Death would have no qualms about killing innocents. She would have to take her chances out in the open.

"I am not going to make a scene." Darcy offered softly. She hoped he would under estimate her. She knew from his posture that he had his hand on his gun.

She batted her eyes at him. "Please don't hurt me." Her voice was soft and sweet. She had every chance of hurting him if she got the chance.

 

[Elvenoff1]

AOD looked at her with a slight mistrust. He knew the reputation of this one. She could be a handful if she wanted too. Like most agents she was trained and knew how to fight, but his orders were to bring her back and so that was what he was going to do. Even though he would love to do to her what he did to that American bitch, A good fuck then some poisoned brandy.. Well maybe two fucks...He looked up and down her frame.

He stood up and gave her a gesture with his hand to get up and head out the door. He took a step back from her and watch how her tits bounced when she got up. Smiling at her he gestured toward the door. "Remember nothing stupid." He muttered behind her.

Outside he gestured for her to move into the Alleyway. "Get in there he slightly pushed her." He didn't know why Arch wanted her but orders are orders.

"Angel, that is enough!" came a soft female voice from behind. "I will take her." the woman spoke up as she walked into the alleyway. Watching Darcy with an Arched eye.

"Very well Flower, I still haven't found it yet." He replied, "But I will go back and look some more." He rattled off slightly not liking the situation that was beginning to take shape.

"I haven't found it either, I have backtracked him three times now and no luck." She walked over to Darcy, "Give me the guy toots." She eyed Darcy, Knowing British Intelligence always carried a weapon.

"I need to get back, I'll keep in touch." Flower nodded as he left ...

FLower:http://www.weeklybugle.com/women/mamie.van.doren.jpg

 

[wideeyedone]

Darcy handed the gun over to the blonde. However, she kept quiet about the blade sheathed to her thigh. Already, she knew not to underestimate the other woman if she was keeping company with the likes of these damned German spies. She allowed the woman to guide her through the crowded street, but she was looking for the opportunity to run or scream or get help. The girl's nails dug into Darcy's upper arm.

"You don't have to claw me, Kitten." Darcy offered saucily, attempting to pull her arm away for her captor.

But the woman dug her fingers in deeper. The woman pulled her down the street and soon they were near the docks. Darcy looked for the American guard she had met earlier. But then she felt a strong hand place a cloth over her mouth. She could smell the chemical soaked in the rag.

Darcy's knees began to buckle and she felt herself fade into darkness. She tried to fight it. But she couldn't.

She wasn't sure how long it had been since she went under, but she awakened in a dark space. She tried to reach down to get her knife but her hands were tied to the bed she was lying on.

She still felt weak and the room was dark. She tried to see who was in the room with her but she couldn't see anyone.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Archangel watched as the famous Darcy Thaxton was being tired down to the bed. He had many dreams of this day coming ever since France. He licked over his lips when they moved away from her and he could take in her whole body. Her curves were to die for, which he almost did the year before. He still doesn’t know how she got so close to him back in the day, but that was the past and this is this is today and today he has the upper hand.

He walked over to the bed and lightly ran his hand up her leg, lightly over her knee and pushed his hand to her inner thigh slowly making its way toward her pussy. He stopped half way up. Well, Well, What do we have here? He smiled as he looked down into he eyes of Darcy. “Remember me love?” he asked with a sinister smile. “Its nice to see you again since our little misunderstanding in France.” He moved his hand up a little more. “So they sent you to capture me huh?” He moved closer to her pussy, “ You win some and you lose some. Tell me what were you doing at the Docks.” Archangel asked sitting down beside her. His eyes roaming over her breasts. "Nice tits!" he chuckled. "I do owe you some pain, for that shot you took at me grazed my head. That was a hell of a shot being over fifty yards way with a pistol.. Damn that's impressive.

 

[wideeyedone]

When his hands slid up her legs, Darcy knew her knife was gone. She tried to squirm away from his touch. But there was no where to go. She strained against the ropes around her wrists, but they were expertly tied.

She found herselfl trembling at his touch.

"Please... don't." She whispered. She didn't like the way his warm hand felt on her smooth legs.

She could see the small faded scar from her graze. The little scar didn't take away from his good looks, it only added to his mystique.

"The girl. She is good." Darcy offered trying to sound brave. She looked around the room trying to get clues from her surrounding. SHe hadn't been out long enough for them to leave the city.

She prayed that she still had time to save the lives of all of those servicemen.

 

[Elvenoff1]

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Arch looked at her with a building lust when she began to beg him. He never knew you could get a vibe by seeing a woman tied up and unable to stop whatever you wanted to do. Maybe he thought to himself as he pushed his hand up a little more.

"What was you doing at the docks Darcy?" he asked again but this time he reached over and unbuttoned one of her blouse buttons.. "I think I'm going to enjoy this." He smiled at her. But then he had to find that item...

"What was you doing at the docks?" He looked at her breasts.. "If you don't tell me your not going to like what I do to you."