West of Tokyo, Japan
Pan-Asian Empire
Saturday, May 18th, 1940
Death, in the form of a maddened riding horse, had suddenly and swiftly struck Emperor Pu Yi, from now on to be known to history by his temple name
Kangde, and all of Pan-Asia was in mourning. Or at least all of Pan-Asia
pretended to be in mourning; In reality, the people of Japan reserved their loyalty and devotion only for their own Heavenly Sovereign, Hirohito, and as for the people of China, there were precious few who held the deceased Son of Heaven in any high regard. The followers of the former Kuomintang (now joined to a panoply of Japanese right-wing parties and restyled the Party of Imperial Greatness and Dignity) viewed him for the most part as the embodiment of the betrayal of their Republican ideals by the top echelons of the party. And the ordinary Chinese would never forget that he had sided with the Japanese enemy against his former subjects. Within a day it was announced that Emperor Kangde would be succeeded by the Prime Minister Dr Fu Manchu who, while undoubtedly a Mandarin of the Imperial Manchu family with a rank corresponding to a European Baron, was also notoriously rumoured to be the leader of the Si-Fan. But this was less to his disadvantage in China that could have been expected, since the secret societies were not seen chiefly as criminal gangs, but clandestine political groups. And the pan-Asian, anti-colonialist stance of the Si-Fan was far from unpopular.
Emperor Kangde had died while riding in the countryside near Tokyo, and on the next day, the Government announced that the body would be brought by train to Hiroshima, where it would embark for the Manchu Imperial Mausoleums in Manchuria. As sign of respect, Emperor Hirohito sent the Empress and the two Princes to accompany the body of his co-regent on his last voyage, at least as far as Hiroshima, where they would bid it farewell in the name of the people of Japan. Whatever they might have thought of the deceased Emperor, most Pan-Asian citizens found it a moving gesture.
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‘This is madness!’ Doctor Henry “Indiana” Jones muttered to himself, as he cowered in a cramped hole in the ground. ‘I’m an archaeologist, not some kind of secret agent!’
His hiding place was located near a water- and coaling station on the Tokyo-Nagoya railway, a few kilometres west of Tokyo. The roof was made up of a piece of cardboard fake track ballast, held in place by a detachable section of sleeper. It was light and easy to push away and allowed air to enter almost unhindered, but it did little to keep out the deafening noise of trains careening by just overhead. Since one of Fah Lo Suee’s henchmen had shown him here in the middle of the night, more than a dozen passenger and freight trains had rumbled by, making Indy reminisce of Great War artillery barrages endured in trenches or foxholes.
Again, he checked his wristwatch in the tenuous light that filtered through cracks in the cover. Madness or not, it was almost time. Backing out was not an option; Fah Lo Suee had kept Professor Falken as insurance against Indy going back on his word. The German Professor’s life now depended on him carrying out Fah Lo Suee’s orders to the letter. If he did, he had been promised he and Falken would be set free. She had also assured Indy that he would be doing his beleaguered country a great service by this mad stunt, although she hadn’t elaborated on that and Indy reserved a healthy dose of scepticism on that account. Still, trying to stave of the cold-blooded assassination off an innocent woman and her children was not something he could in good conscience refuse to do.
Then it was the indicated time, and again, the rumble of an approaching train made the ground shake and dust and dirt detach from the sides of the hole. But this time, instead of increasing to an unbearable crescendo, the vibrations began to subside, and although the noise continued to increase in volume, it descended in pitch. The approaching train was coming to a stop, presumably to take in coal and water for the voyage.
When the blotting out of daylight and the cessation of noise indicated that the train had come to a full stop, the archaeologist quickly detached the lid of his hole. He was watching the underside of a rail car, but he couldn’t tell if it was the one he was supposed to look for or not – he hoped it was. Frantic, he climbed up onto the sleepers and painfully began to crawl between the tracks, looking for the special box which would hide him until the time of action was near and also allow him entry into the train from below. Fah Lo Suee had assured him that when the engine was parked to receive coal and water, the hole would be right below the car of the Imperial family; but what if any cars had been added or removed? He would have just a few minutes to search.
There it was; A sheet steel box as long and broad as a man was screwed on to the bottom of the Imperial car, with a locked lid, opening sideways. It was placed just beside the waste tube from the car’s lavatory. Indy used the key Fah Lo Suee had given him to open the lid and crawl in. The inside was cramped enough to cause claustrophobia, and that was before he closed the door and bolted the lock. It felt like laying in a coffin, and just like a coffin, the the roof of the pitch-black compartment was another lid, opening into the floor of the car lavatory. But to avoid being discovered prematurely, he would not open it and enter the car until minutes before the train reached the rail bridge over the river Fuji. He had brought a small flashlight to be able to check his watch until the right moment. Then he would have to make his move, and make it right; failure meant death, for the Empress and her sons, for Klaus Falken, and last but not least, for himself.
****
Inside the luxurious Imperial rail car, furbished with silken sitting pillows, lacquered tea tables and costly rugs as if it was an annex to the imperial palace itself, Major Ishikawa, Captain of the Imperial Guards and personal body guard to Empress, tore his eyes from the snow-peaked summit of the Mountain Fuji. Sitting at the window, he had been transfixed by the beauty of the celestial peak, and had been trying to piece together a Haiku to capture the moment, but suddenly Prince Yoshi, aged four (“And a half!” as the young Prince would always insist on reminding) bolted out of the bath room, screaming and spoiling the mood. The Major sighed, but did not interfere when the Empress scooped up the terrified boy, wondering what was the matter. Separated from her at the age of three to be raised by private tutors, young Yoshi relished this temporary reunion with his mother, and truth to be told, so did the Empress.
‘There’s a monster striking the floor of the bathroom!’ wailed the kid. Crown Prince Tsugu, aged six, sighed and rolled his eyes, doing his best to look grown up and blasé, but Major Ishikawa did not. What if the young Prince was not making this up? Exchanging a worried look with the Empress, he loosened his katana in it’s scabbard and moved cautiously towards the door of the bathroom.
****
When he realised that the lid leading into the carriage had become stuck and wouldn’t budge, even though he had unlocked it and pushed, Indy had a momentary lapse of panic, which was understandable, since the Fuji railway bridge and the bomb that would tear the train apart was only a few minutes away, and there was no other way out of the box that, if he could not escape it, would, very briefly serve as his coffin. He began pounding it with all his might, but it didn't budge. Then, through the infernal din from the wheels rolling on the track less than a meter away, he heard what sounded like a child screaming in fright and whatever had prevented the steel sheet lid from pivoting upwards came loose. He pushed it open and sat up in his box like a vampire waking from his death sleep, squinting into the sudden light. He immediately realised that the door to the lavatory had been ajar, and being placed over the lid had prevented it from opening. But then somebody had been frightened by his hammering, and fled, closing the door behind him and removing the obstruction.
Now, however, the door was opening again, and Indy suspected that whatever guards were guarding the Imperial family were coming to investigate the strange sounds he was responsible for creating. He struggled to jump out of the box, but his muscles, cramping from prolonged inactivity did not react with their usual speed. Suddenly he was face to face with a wild-eyed officer brandishing a wickedly sharp Japanese longsword of the kind known as katana. Without a moments hesitation, the Japanese swung his sword back for a decapitating blow. Indy also did not hesitate, but sprung forward, managing to grip the guardsman’s wrists before he could strike. They wrestled a few seconds for the weapon, half falling out of the bathroom against the opposite wall of the car. The Empress screamed, and the Princes clung in fright to her skirts.
Shifting mental gears from swordplay to close combat, Ishikawa managed to pull back his head in time to avoid a headbutt from what he supposed was an american assassin. The two combatants became locked as one strove to disconnect to get room for his sword and the other fought to prevent just that. Then Ishikawa let go of Indy with his left hand and instead closed it with the apparent strength of a steel claw around the American’s windpipe.
‘Listen!’ the archaeologist croaked in Japanese. ‘The Fuji bridge… there’s a bomb… I’ve come to… save the Empress and the boys!’
‘Lier!’ The major feinted a knee to the groin, and as Indy instinctively crouched and raised a leg to protect that which is most vital to any man, the Japanese hit him to the face with an elbow. Fortunately for Indy the blow didn’t connect cleanly, and instead of breaking every bone in his face, he was simply stunned. In the next instant he found himself reeling back into the lavatory, with the Japanese, wild-eyed and screaming bloody murder, bearing down on him, katana extended in front of him for a killer lunge.
Already holding on to the edge of the door for balance, Indy began to slam it shut so that it’s edge hit the approaching blade, knocking it sideways and causing it to miss. Then, as the Major pushed against it order to force his way in after Indy, the American let go, and as his opponent stumbled forward, he caught him by the wrist and swung him head first into the open box in the floor. Immediately Indy kicked the lid closed and jammed it with the bathroom door. It was a death sentence for the Guard’s officer, but he had no time to dwell on that. He drew his revolver and stumbled, still half-dazed and bleeding from the corner of his mouth out into the stately car compartment.
Empress Nagako saw him come, saw the revolver in his hand, and pushed the frightened children behind her.
‘If you have any honour, foreigner, kill me if you must, but leave the children alone!’ she said in her most regal voice.
Indy shook his head. ‘I come to save you, Imperial Highness, not kill you. There’s a bomb set in the Fuji bridge. When the engine reaches the other end of the bridge, it will go off. There’s only one way we can get off the train before that happens; the moment we’re out over the river, we must jump off the train into the water!’
The Empress paled. ‘I- I don’t believe you!’
Indy swore and holstered his gun. ‘Highness, there’s no time to discuss this! I’m jumping with the boys, weather you like it or not. You can come or stay as you like, but the young Princes will need their mummy!’
The archaeologist ran forward, and picked up Tsugu, clasping him to his chest despite the boys terrified protests. The boy wriggled and fought, forcing Indy to devote all his strength to holding him as he ran for the door of the railway car.
‘Highness, if you want Prince Yoshi to live, you’ll pick him up and follow me NOW! I can’t take both!’ he cried desperately, as he opened the door, letting the howling speed draught in. Something about the westerner’s eyes finally convinced Nagako. She picked up Yoshi and ran to stand next to Indy in the door, shaking with terror. The railway engine, belching thick white vapour, was already beginning to cross the bridge over the quick-running Fuji river. Suddenly they were over water, and Indy half-pushed, half threw the Empress and her young son well clear of the bridge railing, which appeared blurred from speed, before taking the big jump himself, clutching the screaming Crown Prince Tsugu tightly. He narrowly missed one of the structural support struts.
In the next moment, the engine reached the far end of the bridge, setting of the mechanism that Si-Fan dacoits had placed there the same morning. The mechanism in turn set of a colossal explosive charge set under the apex of the bridge, blowing it, the train and all it’s occupants including the coffin and body of Emperor Kangde, sky high. An enormous cloud of fire and black smoke rolled out over the water, mercifully covering like a shroud the smoking remains of bridge and train as they collapsed into the river below.