The Overwatch

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on behalf of Charlie06 I post this delightful short tale




The Overwatch


Diane Ngo was decked in all black. Her outfit comprising a cropped jacket over a slim fit turtle neck, form fitting jeans tucked into ankle high low-heeled boots and tactical gloves. She also carried a matching backpack. Diane kept her compact Sig low at her side as she snuck into the deserted house. She looked around the space, closing the door silently behind her. Pulling up the Sig up to eye level she started to clear the rooms, she knew the place was already clear but there was no harm to double check.
The first floor was clear as expected. Diane hugged the wall with her body as she started to move up the stairs to the second floor letting her Sig lead the way. The second floor was smaller than the ground floor and she cleared it minutes later. Moving into one room on the floor she holstered her Sig into the holster at the small of her back.
Creeping to the lone window in the room she peered out from the edge hiding her body. She then unslung her backpack and tied her shoulder length black hair into a ponytail. Kneeling, Diane opened her pack and removed a long lens camera along with a tripod. She then set the camera and the tripod up in front of the window before removing a laptop from the pack. The laptop was then hooked up to the camera via an USB cable. Booting up the computer Diane sat crossed legged and out of sight from the window with the computer before her. Working the keyboard, the camera’s image popped up on the laptop’s screen.
Diane tapped the low profile earpiece in her left ear activating it. “Overwatch in position,” she reported.
A couple hours later Diane sat with her back against the far wall of the darken room. She sat with legs stretched out in front of her crossed at the ankles. Her laptop sat a few paces away under the tripod and camera. From where she was sitting she could see the image on the screen. She yawned and checked her watch before she tapped her earpiece, “Overwatch checking in,” she reported and added, “All is clear.”
Right after she got the acknowledged from her team leader on the other end, she thought she heard something in the hallway. She only started to stir when she heard the dart gun. It was quick. Diane only felt a prick on the side of her neck before everything went black. Unknown to herself, Diane let out a sensual moan before falling over to her side. Dead.
Judy Huynh and Karri Iaquinta walked into the room with Judy tucking the dart pistol away in her jacket. Both women were dark-haired like Diane. They were also both dressed in black. Judy a curvy fit tall Asian woman with model-like features. She was clad in a wool high hem dress covered by a light jacket with her legs masked in dark pantyhose. She walked in knee-high boots with her hands wearing slim gloves. Her partner had a scarf around her neck with a long-sleeve compression shirt covering her top half and leggings tucked in to boots for her lower half. Both women also wore special eyeglasses that looked like club shades with a green lens held into place by a simple, fashionable black frame. The glasses allowed the women to see in the dark as if it was day.
“Nice shot,” Karri nodded towards Diane’s slumped sideways form before turning her attention to the tripod and camera.
“Easy as pie,” Judy replied with a grin as she moved over to Diane’s still form and knelt. Her gloved fingers checked the woman’s pulse. “She’s done,” she added before she started to search the corpse. Judy ran her hands down Diane’s legs, she pulled a smart phone from one of Diane’s front pockets along with a key ring from another pocket. Getting down to the woman’s ankles, Judy uncrosses Diane’s legs and turned her focus to her footwear. She worked each boot off and searched them. They were empty. Judy looked over her shoulder to see that Karri was focused on the laptop. Seeing that her partner paid no attention to her, Judy took a sniff of one boot. It was pungent slightly, but she enjoyed the dead woman’s scent.
Putting the boots aside, Judy eyed at the plain black socks that covered Diane’s feet. She peeled each sock off and searched them, rendering the dead woman barefooted. The socks yielded nothing to no surprise. She quickly sniffed one sock before stuffing it into a boot. Diane’s naked feet were plain and fair skinned sporting neatly trimmed toe nails and slightly pink soles. Judy playfully tickled Diane’s sole, getting no reaction from the corpse before playing with her toes.
“Found anything?” Karri asked now, turning her attention to her partner. “Laptop is clear, HD has no useful Intel,” she reported. She looked into the backpack. “Looks like there’s a compact sniper rifle that could be of use later,” she added.
Judy handed her the phone and key ring. “That’s about it for now.”
Karri looked over the two items seeing the phone was private and key ring was not useful in any such way; she put the items aside. “Thinking we need to get her naked,” she then suggested with a devious grin.
“I was thinking the same thing… she’s dead as a fucking door nail, she doesn’t need clothes…” Judy replied flashing her own grin.
Both women took hold of a bare ankle and dragged Diana’s limp form from the wall, the dead woman’s arms flaccidly moved over her head with the movement. Diane was soon in the center of the room, barefoot with her hands over her head. Judy started to work on Diane’s jeans as Karri peeled off the tactical gloves from the woman’s nerveless hands. Tossing the gloves aside, Karri played with Diane’s limp fingers and noticed the wedding band on her right ring finger. She yanked it off and eyed it for a moment before tossing it behind her carelessly. Judy unbuckled Diane’s belt and opened the woman’s jeans. She started to tug the jeans south, Diane’s body wiggled limply in protest.
The jeans were soon removed along with the belt that held the holstered SIG. Diane’s bare, fair skinned legs were in full view along with the plain purple cotton panties that covered her privates. Judy removed the weapon before searching the back pockets of the jeans. She found a billfold consisting a few bills and a credit card. There was a driver’s license. Judy read it out loud. “Diane Ngo…”
“Global Security Agent Diane Ngo,” Karri added holding up the badge and ID that she had plucked from inside Diane’s jacket.
Diane was limply sat up, her head lolling about with the action. Karri and Judy roughly pulled her jacket from her shoulders tossing it aside before they started to work on the turtleneck. Her arms were jerked upwards as the two women pulled the form fitting shirt from her torso. Once the turtleneck was removed, Diane was dropped back to the floor with a thud with naked arms wide. Judy let her eyes wander the dead woman’s nearly naked form as Karri removed the corpse’s wrist watch. Diane had an even skin tone throughout, her chest was covered by a simple black satin bra. Judy noted that the woman’s chest was on the flat side. In her underwear the GSA agent was nothing special Judy thought, not fat, not ripped but fit.
Karri put the watch aside and pulled Diane’s hair free from its ponytail. She then examined the woman’s sleep-like face, turning it from side to side. Diane’s lips were agape showing white teeth behind pink lips. She thumbed opened Diane’s eyelids checking the body’s browns eyes that were slightly rolled back into her head. Diane’s lips were pried open next as Karri peered into her mouth. Karri traced the dead woman’s lips with her gloved finger before she closed the lips, they remained agape.
Judy ran her hands down Diana’s naked thighs before hooking her fingers around the purple panties' waistband. With a jerk she pulled the undergarment south. She smiled as the dead woman’s sex came into view. It was covered in a thick mass of dark hair. “Someone needs a lesson in grooming,” she commented as she removed the panties the rest of the way.
Karri shrugged looking at the bush, “She’s married I don’t think she cared,” she pointed running her hand through the woman’s thick pubic hair.
Diane was rolled over on to her face, her limbs moving about as if wet noodles. Judy playfully smacked the dead woman’s naked backside as Karri focused herself on the clasps that held the bra on. Judy wanting to be thorough with the search pried Diane’s ass cheeks apart. The former GSA had nothing hidden there. Both women ran their hands down Diane’s naked back before rolling her back over and peeling the bra off. Karri searched it, it yields nothing and was tossed aside. Both women looked over Diane’s naked body, they took in the bushy mound and the smallish round breasts capped with pink nipples. Karri played with the body’s nipples as Judy ran her gloved hand and finger through its sex.
“She looks so much better like this…” Judy cooed with Karri nodding in agreement.
“I guess it’s time to get to work?” Karri then asked,
Judy sighed. “I guess…”
To make space Karri and Judy hauled Diane’s limp from under the arms back the rear wall. They propped Diane seated lifelessly against it, head hanging over her chest, nerveless hands sat on bare thighs while her naked feet sat before her pigeon toed. Karri figuring that Diane was an early element of some sort searched and found the dead woman’s ear piece. Deviously and with the chuckle of both women, the communication device was stuffed into the GSA agent’s womanhood.


Fin