My own war game

Chapter 250 An old friend comes

Hilbert Jima was sitting in the cabin of the destroyer Courage in her new major uniform, with the American continent in sight. Seagulls were flying with the ship, howling from time to time. She took a deep breath, and the wet and salty sea breeze with a little fishy smell penetrated the girl's nose.

She folded her legs slightly, and her slender fingers kept drawing small circles on the table in front of her. The young girl felt an inexplicable sense of unreality as she looked at everything in front of her.

A year ago, she was a small correspondent in the Copenhagen group. Her companions were killed and her superiors were killed. She was a woman who only knew how to put on makeup and was lurking in the German lair, isolated and helpless. She could be arrested and hanged on a tree at any time.

But after that dreamlike night, with the help of a legendary figure, she returned to Britain in glory and became a senior agent with a code name.

You know, this was her highest pursuit ever.

But the days that followed were a little different from what she had imagined. After becoming a senior agent, she was not assigned more field missions. Instead, she became an insignificant training specialist at the headquarters, specifically responsible for the training of novice agents.

It stands to reason that a life away from the battlefield is what most people desire, but every time Jima thinks back to that exciting night, she always feels that something is missing in her life.

The change happened a month ago. A group of rookie intelligence agents from the United States came to London to study. Their leader was very interested in their makeup skills and specially compiled a report and submitted it to Washington.

A week ago, she received a notice to go to the United States immediately to carry out a top-secret mission. The content of the mission would only be revealed after she arrived in Washington. This awakened the adventurous gene hidden deep in the girl's heart, and she began to look forward to the mission after arriving.

"Ms. Hilbert, the port is a bit congested right now. It will take us about an hour to dock. Would you like to go up on deck to have something to eat?" Someone knocked on the door of Jima's room.

"Thank you, I'll be right out." Jima straightened her dress and opened the door.

Outside was a handsome young man in his twenties wearing casual clothes. He had a broad face and looked very sunny. He had a typical American appearance. Jima remembered that he was the liaison officer responsible for communication between the two sides this time.

Jima gently picked up a piece of dessert from the plate, took a small bite, and found it surprisingly delicious.

"Thank you, Mr. Kennedy, this snack is really great. You know, although I am British, I have had enough of fish and chips and apple pie." Jima tied her hair and made appropriate little jokes, giving people a warm feeling.

"I feel deeply about this. After all, my father often complained about this in the past few years." The young man opposite him subtly changed the topic.

"Who is your father?"

"Oh, he served as the US ambassador to the UK three years ago." Kennedy smiled slightly, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Oh my God! There's actually an important person in front of me." The girl covered her mouth with her hands half-seriously, expressing her surprise politely to satisfy the other person's vanity.

"No, I'm just an ordinary American officer." Kennedy showed humility at the right time while enjoying the other party's admiring gaze.

"But for a family as prestigious as yours, shouldn't you go into politics in the future?" Jima had already switched to the identity of a professional intelligence agent, intentionally or unintentionally probing the other party's intentions.

"I have an older brother who will inherit most of our father's political wealth, but I just want to be a person who focuses on life." "What I want to do most is to experience every minute of life, such as dining with a charming girl like you. Will I have such an opportunity after I get off the ship?" Kennedy took this opportunity to make an invitation. In his opinion, after revealing his identity, taking such a girl away was a sure thing.

But today he was disappointed. The girl opposite him just smiled politely and then declined, "Sorry, I may not be the girl you expect."

“How could this be, a beautiful woman like you…” Kennedy didn’t know what went wrong, and he just subconsciously tried to keep her.

Jima thought about it and felt that she should not let the other party have unrealistic fantasies, so she took out a small bottle of special shape from her handbag.

Liquid splashed on the girl's face. Jima rubbed it gently with a handkerchief and took off a pair of false eyelashes. Then a completely unfamiliar face appeared in front of Kennedy.

Slightly rough skin, light eyebrows, and a few small freckles dotted on her face. If Jima's appearance before could be described as a stunning beauty, then now she can probably only be described as pretty.

The disappointment in Kennedy's eyes was clearly seen by Jima.

"I'm sorry, I'm not the kind of sweet girl who melts in your mouth. From now on, let's get along well at work." Jima bowed slightly, turned and left the deck.

If it were a few years ago, she might have been deceived by the sweet words of this playboy.

But now it was just the men, the best she had ever seen.

"Even if you're going on a date, don't date someone like that. At least be like..." Jima was distracted as she thought of something. A slight curve appeared at the corner of her mouth. Then she shook her head and patted her cheek to cheer herself up:
"Okay, we're about to get to work! Jima, cheer up! Let the Americans see what an ace agent can do!"

However, when Jima learned about the task at hand, his face turned bitter.

"Do you mean to completely imitate Vice Admiral Nanyun and dress up as a substitute, and even if he himself does not cooperate?" Jima once again confirmed the mission requirements with the people in the President's Office.

"Yes, Miss Jima, and the relevant work must be completed within a week, after which the substitute will have to go to the South Pacific to work. This is a prerequisite for a series of tasks." Harry Hopkins said formally.

"This is impossible! Choosing a suitable stand-in is a long-term task. It will take at least a month to study the appearance and expression of the object to be imitated. Even then, we have to consider the stand-in's comprehension ability." Jima directly denied the other party's request.

"In this case, you will probably have to go on a long journey." Harry Hopkins took out a piece of paper. "This is a warrant issued by Menzies himself. Please cooperate with us when necessary. In the next few days, we will be responsible for sending you to a place in the Solomon Islands, where you will have time to advance the next step of work."

Just like that, a few days later, Jima and a team of American soldiers took Vice Admiral Nanyun to Australia by boat, and then took a transport plane to a strange place called Guadalcanal Island. Also traveling with them was Kennedy Jr., whom she had left behind before.

Kennedy will never forget the day when the arrogant British girl who once looked down on him had light in her eyes after she got off the plane and saw someone.

(End of this chapter)