Far East Theater in WWIII 1946
In an abandoned Japanese military base,
Somewhere in Soviet-Occupied Manchuria
Shao Wong-wei felt exposed here, but not overly so. Dressed as a coolie, he could potentially go anywhere, and potentially listen in on anything, because, let us face facts, NOBODY pays attention to the hired labor, no matter what your ideology is. And some years ago, he joined the Communist Party to solidify his cover. He had been spying for the Nationalist, no, it was now the Federal Chinese, government for many years now, and now more than ever, he felt that his efforts may finally do some good where it mattered the most.
He had been recruited as a trustworthy Communist laborer for this particular project, and had been present when the three special Soviet trains pulled into this special hidden rail siding, to off-load their very special cargoes of weapons and technicians. He had heard by word of mouth that these were very special weapons of high quality, of European, especially German, manufacture, captured by the Soviets in their invasion of Western Europe. After these first three trains, the trains didn't stop coming for the next 4 days, on average of five trainloads per day. But the last day was the busiest, with seven trainloads to off-load, well into the night. He duly passed this information along to his contact for analysis.
The job wasn't over yet, though. There was labor that was needed to be done in lieu of the machines and mechanical devices needed to comlpete such tasks. But then, that had always been the Chinese way. As Shao made his appointed round, doing the work required of him, and no more, he would listen to the conversations between the People's Liberation Army troopers and their Soviet “advisors” and technicians. They were planning an offensive and it was to happen soon. He had not been able to arrange a meeting with his contact to pass the new information along, so he had to break cover and disappear, taking the information to straight to the government himself. But escaping the base would be difficult at best, considering the amount of security now being employed in keeping prying eyes out...
As Shao was mulling the problem over in his head, he heard his name being called in the distance “Comrade Shao! Come over here, NOW!” A chill of fear shot up his spine, and he did his best to suppress it, and headed to the man who called him. It turned out to be his supervisor, Comrade Commissar Hwang Li, who asked him, “Tell this Manchu barbarian that he needs to be mindful of fulfilling his quota for the People's War, else he'll find his family's food ration cut!” Shao dutifully translated his Mandarin Chinese overlord's diatribe into Manchu, thinking to himself that such fools should never be placed in positions of authority.
As he was dismissed and walked away, he quickly thought to himself that this was the perfect opportunity, as they had been near a guarded gate from which he could exit. He quickly walked to the gate and was challenged “On who's authority are you leaving the base, Comrade?” “Why of course, on Commissar Hwang's orders, Comrade. Didn't you just see us talking over there a moment ago?” The guard sheepishly nodded “Or would you care to explain to him why you did not allow me to leave to complete the task he assigned to me?” The guard immediately blanched, thought for a moment and let him through. And he was never seen at that base again.