Takahashi was... annoyed and somewhat frustrated, to say the least. Part of it, at least, was because he was currently bouncing some in his seat as the driver of his vehicle grumbled a little about the state of the roads this far outside the city. It was something that, frankly, Takahashi agreed with fully. Someone was going to be getting a chat, to say the least about the state of infrastructure. Especially as there was a war going on.
However, more to his annoyance and anger was the why he had to leave his nice, cosy office and come out to the countryside.
And that was mainly due to needing to deal with some new stupidity from a Junior Officer in the IJA has committed. It was his duty as Kempeitai to protect the Empire from internal issues. More often than he would have wished, it was mainly some moronic Officer either “Going off the Reservation”, as the Americans called it, or allowing his troops to. Which meant that they would be punished harshly for it. The eyes of the World were on them after all and with Allied forced assisting, there such things were tolerated even less than before.
With another bump that jostled him, he took a deep breath to calm himself. Oh, yes, someone was going to be having a bad day if he had to say anything about it.
Shaking that off, he went back over what they did know about what was going on, which was enough. The first thing that had caught the eyes was when someone noted that there had been a number of wire transfers of money. Not a whole lot at once, but enough to catch their interest. An investigation showed that it was to the same people, soldiers in a Company Battalion. There had also been found an envelope with money in it to the same people.
With that, an investigation was carried out on what might be going on. Some shipments of parts were noted and tracked to the same place. Some of them, like steel tubing and engine parts had made those investigating frown. There was definitely something going on here.
Follow up investigations revealed that the Commander of the Company, one Captain Matsuda Kensuke, had been noted as complaining about the lack of material for his men. In particular vehicles and the like for both transporting and fighting. Such things were in short supply, however, and his Battalion was simply not important enough to be moved up the line. His superiors and those supply officers that he had complained to had noted that the man was becoming very frustrated and somewhat angry.
All of which, in Takahashi’s opinion, was the perfect recipe for someone to do something stupid that he would need to clean up.
Part of the Kempeitai Officer, not that he would admit it, sometimes could not help but think maybe they should just string up a bunch of the Officers in the lower ranks of the Army. A lot of them continually complained and caused problems, after all in his experience. Some of them did stupid things to try and get glory and the like. To move up the ranks and maybe reach the peerage. Which meant that people like him would need to move on and deal with whatever moronic thing that they had done now and clean up with punishments meted out to those involved.
He was brought out of his thoughts, however, as they finally reached the village where Matsuda’s Battalion was stationed. Something that made him sigh in relief as soon it would be over and he could get back to his office...
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Roughly forty five minutes later, however, Takahashi stood next to Matsuda who was stiffly at attention. The Kempeitai Officer slowly blinked before closing his eyes for almost a minute. Just to make sure that what he was seeing was not some sort of hallucination.
It wasn’t, as proven when he opened his eye and it was still there.
A glance told him that it was not just him among the group of Kempeitai who had arrived on trucks that had expressions of disbelief. Briefly, he looked at Matsuda who looked terrified, and then back at his men who were all standing at attention as well. They had been caught performing exercises when the vehicles had rolled up. All of them looked nervous as well.
But that was not what caught Takahashi’s attention. Rather what was making him stare was what they had apparently equipped themselves with. At a glance, he counted no less than three dozen bicycles with side cars attached. About five of those side cars were extended and seemed to have a compartment with the inside modified to be used as a stretcher. Said side cars also had a white cross painted on them.
The other side cars all had what seemed to be light machine guns mounted on pintle mounts on the front of them.
With that done, Takashi turned to some of the other vehicles. Some were tricycle style with trailers attached, three of which seemed to carry mortars and others gear. He also recognized what looked to be cycle rickshaws he had seen in places like Shanghai. These could probably seat at least five or six, with two up front, one of whom was a driver. And beside him, mounted on a pintle mount, was a heavy machine gun. They also had what looked like sheet metal around the sides.
Finally, there were about a dozen motorcycles with sidecars attached. Said sidecars, however, were equipped with what looked like guns from aircraft. For a few moments, Takashi was silent before turning to the Captain beside him, who seemed to flush some in either embarrassment or anger, likely a mixture of both. Slowly blinking, the Kempeitai Officer took a breath before letting it out, “Explain.”
Swallowing, Matsuda took a deep breath, “My father is a bicycle shop owner back in Gifu, Sir. I grew up around them and because we haven’t been getting vehicles and such, I... felt that we could make due with them. And, also, I’ve been to Shanghai so I know that rickshaws can move a lot of people and material. There’s a small bicycle factory in the local area that built them and we compensated them for their work via cash and materials.” Glancing at the motorcycles, he flushed, “One of my men has an uncle who does some motorcycle work and sent us parts we paid for which we used as well.”
Glancing at said motorcycles, Takahashi raised an eyebrow, “And the guns on said motorcycles, Captain?”
Now really nervous, he began to sweat, “Salvaged from planes shot down or too damaged to be anything but scrapped. I... I felt that their guns could be used to help my men just in case.” Jaw moving a little, Matsuda took another breath, “The locals seem to enjoy us going around in them while on patrol.”
Slowly, Takahashi nodded with a slight frown, “I’m sure they do.” Reaching up, he took off his cap and scratched at his head, at a loss as to what he should do with this. And from a glance, he could see that his fellow Kempeitai were also unsure. This was certainly not what he expected when he came here. And he was not quite certain as to how his superiors would react to his report either...