"White Rabbit" Chapter 1 by TdFmN

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White Rabbit Chapter 1
by TdFmN,


Silently Sayaka Cameron stalked the two bikini-clad soldiers patrolling outside the base. She had nothing personal against them; they were just means to an end. She needed a uniform and identity card to gain access to her real target. The fact that she was about to cold-bloodedly kill two young women, and would almost certainly kill several more on the base before her mission was complete, meant nothing to her. No, that wasn’t quite right. Actually, she was looking forward to it. As an assassin she had no physical or mental/analytical weaknesses. But she did have some psychological weaknesses. One of them was that she enjoyed killing far too much.

--“It’s ridiculous that we’re still wearing these summer uniforms in October. Why hasn’t Captain Scanlon given the order to change over to the cold weather uniforms?”

The petit brunette answered her taller blonde comrade.

----“Well, she is from Alaska, you know. Maybe she just doesn’t realize that the rest of us find this weather uncomfortable.”

--“Bullshit! What you mean is that the bitch is from Alaska so she can stand this weather, and she’s making the rest of us suffer just to make herself feel superior.”

The brunette shrugged. Neither soldier was particularly alert, feeling safe in this middle-of-nowhere location 76 miles west of the radioactive ruins that had once been Chicago. Who was going to attack them out in these boondocks? Not that it would really have mattered if they had been fully alert. They were simply too outclassed by the lethal shadow following them through the trees. That shadow was even now assessing which woman’s uniform would be a better fit. The brunette was noticeably shorter than Sayaka but that wouldn’t matter with the bikini. The blonde was very… buxom, which would be a problem as far as the bikini top was concerned. The brunette then – no blood on her uniform.

--“… and not only that, A Company and C Company switched over to cold weather uniforms two weeks ago! We’re the only company in the battalion still wearing… Ugghh!!!”

The blonde’s body jerked spasmodically from the impact of the .40 caliber bullet in her back, her agonized grunt almost as loud as the report from the suppressed pistol in Sayaka’s left hand. The young brunette spun around in surprise, fumbling for the safety on her carbine. To Sayaka she seemed to be moving in slow motion. The assassin drove the rigid fingers of her right hand into the doomed soldier’s throat, crushing the larynx. The woman opened her mouth to scream but only a frightened gurgle escaped her lips as she slumped to the leaf-covered forest floor.

Silently and efficiently Sayaka stripped the dead brunette, a corporal named “Berenson” according to the rank insignia on her cap and the name embroidered on the cup of the right breast of her bikini. A smile flickered briefly across the killer’s face at the sight of the nude corpse, and the voluptuous bikini-clad blonde beside it. Those really were spectacular breasts… But the assassin had a job to do. She inspected the ID card and memorized the data as she was removing her own synthex suit and donning the dead sentry’s uniform. She would hide the synthex suit near the base and recover it after she had completed her mission. Sayaka had surveilled the base for two days prior to making her move and knew the sentry schedules and routines. These two wouldn’t be missed for about two and a half hours, by which time Sayaka would either have completed the mission and left the base, or failed, in which case she would be a corpse herself. Having hidden the two dead bodies in some bushes, she headed for the base.

Her name wasn’t really Sayaka Cameron. She didn’t have a name in the usual sense of the word. She had been “born” as SP-G602, the second (and as far as she knew, last) specimen created as part of the very illegal Special Projects – Generation 6 series. But she felt some inner psychological need for a "proper" name and since her core genetic material was derived from Japanese and Scottish sources, she chose a name with both Japanese and Scottish elements. She had been a little annoyed when she had discovered that “Cameron” derived from an old Gaelic term meaning “crooked nose”, but by that time she had already started to think of it has her “true” name. And because she thought of it as her “true” name, she never used it operationally. To the women who hired her she was the “White Rabbit”, a mysterious free-lance killer possessed of superlative skills and absolute ruthlessness.

The only one she had ever shared her name with was “Hannah”, known to everyone else (who knew of her existance at all) as SP-G601. The only two of their kind, Hannah and Sayaka had always felt like it was them against the world. Almost from the moment of their “births”, they had been pushed to their limits during intense, painful, and dangerous training, to hone their genetic potentials into weapons to serve the interests of the shadowy women who had funded Special Projects. But Hannah had died in a training accident due to the Special Projects team’s carelessness, and so Sayaka had killed them… not painlessly… and fled “the compound”. She still remembered the astonished, terrified expression on Dr. Cabot’s face… Dr. Florence Cabot, MD and PhD (Bio-genetic Engineering) had headed the Special Projects team. Sayaka had seduced her and gotten the brilliant-but-naïve scientist to fall in love with her. Then she had used the woman and her knowledge to escape “the compound”. Dr. Cabot had originally wanted to flee with the beautiful girl she had helped create, but to leave her colleagues alive. But she was too sexually enthralled to resist Sayaka’s arguments that the rest of the team had to die if their escape was to be successful. Sayaka had killed the rest of the team, and the security force, while Dr. Cabot destroyed the records of the Generation 6 experiment. Sayaka vividly remembered the last time she had "made love" to the doctor, though it would be more correct to say Dr. Cabot had made love to her while she had used the doomed woman for her own sexual amusement. When they were done Sayaka had knelt on top of the sexy scientist, pinned her arms to the bed with her knees, and tightened her fingers around the woman’s throat. Dr. Cabot’s eyes, closed in post-orgasm bliss, had sprung open in fear and shock as Sayaka very slowly and deliberately strangled her. “Why such astonishment, Doctor?” the assassin recalled thinking as she gazed into those terrified eyes. “The whole purpose of your project was to create a monster – a perfect killing machine; faster, stronger, completely without conscience or empathy or pity. Are you not happy with your success?” Sayaka had wanted to similarly deal with those mysterious women in the shadows who had set the whole project in motion. But she had foolishly murdered the doctor without “questioning” her first to find out who those shadowy women were. She was inexperienced at the time and had made a “rookie error”. She put such thoughts out of her mind as she crested the rise and the base came in sight.

Fort Rockford had been an important support base during the Iowa-Nebraska War. Now it was just a backwater post, its garrison reduced to a single infantry brigade consisting of three battalions plus some supporting elements. When Millicent Blandings, an information broker and “fixer”, had contacted Sayaka for the job, the assassin had been rather surprised that anyone at such an obscure location would be important enough to justify hiring someone like her. But the money was good and she had no other engagements scheduled and it sounded like an easy job. The target was not in fact a woman at all, though before the mission was over several other women would almost certainly join those two idiots back in the forest, whose warm bodies were even now gradually cooling in the chilly autumn air. She was to download a file, code named "Bright Angel", from the base computer center and then blow up the center. Bright Angel - did the name actually mean anything or was it merely a randomly chosen term with no relation to the contents of the file? Sayaka the White Rabbit neither knew nor cared. She was being payed to get the file to Millicent Blandings and to destroy the computer center in which it had been stored. That was all she knew and all she needed to know. But… something... was bothering her. She couldn't put her finger on it.

Corporal Berenson’s ID had gotten Sayaka onto the base, which was lax in its security. But it wouldn’t get her into Building 1705, the computer center. The assassin hid in the shadows between Buildings 1705 and 1706 and waited for her opportunity. She was carrying a military-style brief case which no one would pay attention to and which contained her explosives, a suppressed (sometimes inaccurately referred to as “silenced”) .40 caliber pistol, and some other useful items. She had Berenson’s military-issue 9mm holstered at her side but she didn’t intend to use it due to the noise. As she waited, she watched the soldier girls wander by on their various duties. Most of them wore skin-tight synthex suits similar to, but less advanced than, the synthex suit Sayaka had hidden just outside the base. Her own suit was a much more advanced model that was too expensive for general issue to rank and file troops, being reserved for women in Special Forces, the Rangers, and similar elite units. Some of the passing soldiers still wore bikinis. Were they in Captain Scanlon's company? That blonde bimbo had said they were the only company in the battalion still wearing... well, she had died at that point. But Sayaka was pretty sure she was going to say they were the only company in the battalion still wearing the hot weather bikini uniforms. But there were three infantry battalions, plus some support units, at the base. So perhaps a few other units were still wearing the bikinis as well. But what really struck the assassin was the slack, lackadaisical attitude so many of the women displayed. She had never been part of a military unit but she had studied military culture intensively. Understanding her target could literally be a matter of life or death for her. If a soldier was lazy or inattentive. It might be her own fault. When all the soldiers in a squad were slack, it probably meant the sergeant was weak or incompetent, and so on. But if most or all the soldiers on base were bad, it probably meant the brigade commander herself, a certain Colonel Davis, was the problem. "These bitches are as useless as Pricom Security!" Sayaka thought to herself. Well, so much the easier for her, then.

Suddenly she saw her chance. A curvy brown-haired woman wearing the white bikini of an officer was leaving the computer center. Corporal Berenson was very unlikely to have had access to the sensitive computer center and Sayaka would only have aroused suspicion if she had tried to enter using that identity. But the officer now leaving obviously did have access. The White Rabbit was about to receive a promotion. The officer was about to receive… early retirement.

-"Excuse me Captain!"

The "corporal" saluted with an agitated tone in her voice. Her eyes caught the name on the captain's right breast - Scanlon! This woman was the commanding officer of the late Corporal Berenson and would obviously know Sayaka was an imposter if she caught a glimpse of the name on Sayaka's breast! The assassin pointed back to the narrow gap between Buildings 1705 and 1706, angling her body away so that the captain couldn't read the nametag.

-"I was just now taking a short cut between 1705 and 1706 when I saw something funny with the phone lines leading into 1705. I think... I think someone tampered with them!"

--"WHAT!?"

This was serious! Had someone tried to tap the computer lines?

--"Show me! Now!"

-"Yes Ma'am!"

The White Rabbit'ssmiled a brief, cruel smile as she fell in behind Captain Scanlon and the two women headed into the shadows between the two buildings, out of view of any prying eyes...

--"Hmmm... I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Where did you... ughh!!!"

The captain's fingers clawed desperately at the garrote around her neck, a useless gesture. She should have gone for the pistol holstered at her side. That wouldn't have done any good either. Sayaka was ready for that and would have broken Scanlon's wrist before her fingers had even touched the butt of her gun. But at least it would have been the correct response and the bitch wouldn't have died quite so pathetically. Sayaka bent her frantically squirming prey backwards, breaking her victim's balance and incidentally allowing the assassin to gaze at the woman's terrified face as she plucked ever more feebly at the cord around her neck. Then the shapely captain went utterly limp; her eyes staring sightlessly at the sky.

Sayaka gently lowered the lifeless body to the ground. She couldn't help smiling again and she was breathing a little faster as she slipped the white bikini bottom off those gently swelling hips and down those smooth thighs. But it wasn't only the captain's lithe, inert body that brought the smile to her face. Ever since “the compound” she had intensely disliked authority figures. Killing this officer had been much more... satisfying... than killing those two bimbos in the forest. She forced her mind back to her mission. She stripped off the late corporal's bikini and tossed it and the cap onto the ground next to the captain's nude corpse. She quickly dressed in the captain's white bikini and took her ID card. Captain Scanlon had been 25 and Sayaka was - physically - only 19. Her "real" age was a more complicated question. Sayaka might have passed for a "butter bar" 2nd lieutenant fresh out of Officer Candidate School. But no one who got a good look at her would have thought her old enough to be a captain. Sayaka did not intend that anyone who got a good look at her in the captain's bikini would live long enough to cause problems.

There was one more task she needed to complete. Entering 1705 required both an electronic “smart card” and a thumbprint from someone authorized access to the building. The assassin took a small electronic device, something she had “liberated” from the Special Projects compound, out of her briefcase and pressed its metal plate against Captain Scanlon’s right thumb. There was a brief electronic humming sound. Sayaka felt a brief burning sting as she pressed the metal plate against her own thumb. In moments it was over. The assassin’s right thumbprint was now a duplicate of the dead woman’s. In about six hours Sayaka’s thumb would start to blister. The skin would peel off and the thumbprint would revert to her own. But for now, she had the captain’s thumbprint.

The White Rabbit gazed one last time at the captain’s body, totally nude except for her boots. (The bikini material, a cheaper variant of synthex, was sufficiently “stretchy” that Sayaka had been able to swap bikini bottoms without removing the boots.) Her victim’s legs were spread, completely exposing her. Ligature marks were clearly visible on her throat. And even relaxed in death, the expression on Captain Scanlon’s face revealed the fear and horror she had felt at the end. The assassin grinned in grim satisfaction, and a hint of contempt.

-“Sayonara, bitch. When you get to hell a couple of your late subordinates want a word with you about your uniform policies.”

The assassin casually approached the door to 1705.

--"What is it Captain? Did you forget something?"

The bored sergeant in the synthex suit looked up from her desk and suddenly realized the young woman who had just entered was not Captain Scanlon. But it was far too late. Sayaka crossed the floor in a blur, grabbed the woman’s neck in an iron grip, and violently twisted her head almost 180 degrees around. Though Sayaka had a state-of-art suppressor on her pistol, a shot would still have been noticed in the next room, even above the hum of the cooling fans trying to keep the computer array from overheating. The muffled "crack" as the vertebrae in the sergeant's neck had given way, was another matter. The body twitched spasmodically as Sayaka lowered it to the floor. She glanced appreciatively at the synthex suit unzipped almost to the navel, displaying the cleavage between the dead woman’s... well developed... breasts. No doubt this was a concession of military discipline to the elevated temperature in the computer center, not that military discipline seemed much in evidence on this base to begin with. She quickly inspected the log on the sergeant's desk, determining that only two other junior enlisted were in the building. The assassin picked up a random piece of paper from the desk and walked into the main computer room. Her face was buried in the paper as if studying it intently. Fortunately, her hair was about the same color and length as the late Captain Scanlon's. The two enlisted women, their synthex suits similarly unzipped to the navel, stood up as she entered. Never raising her head to allow them a good view of her face, she imitated the captain's voice as best she could.

-"At ease. Colonel Davis wants a copy of the "Bright Angel" file."

She handed the redheaded technician a thumb drive.

--“Bright Angel? That's a new one on me, ma’am."

The redhead searched the computer's memory.

--"Ahh, here it is. We do have a file by that name. I'll... wait a moment, this is Class 4 Restricted. Sorry Captain but I can't give you this. Colonel Davis will have to personally sign... UGGHHH!!!"

The suppressed .40 caliber handgun seemed very loud in the confined space of the computer room, but no one outside the building would actually have heard it and these two technicians were the only women left in the building. The redhead's body bucked violently and slumped back into her chair, a small ugly bullet hole between her large beautiful breasts. Her honey blonde companion spun around in surprise, then doubled over in pain as Sayaka sank her fist into the girl's solar plexus. The assassin had pulled her punch, not wanting to kill the girl yet. She pressed the muzzle of her pistol against the young woman's vagina, hoping the sudden onset of shock, pain, and fear would overwhelm any resistance the girl - who was after all a soldier, but a poor excuse for one - might put up.

----"NO!!!! PLEASE!!! I'll do it!"

As the terrified soldier downloaded the file, Sayaka was thinking "Class 4 Restricted - at a backwater base like this?” It didn't make any sense. Just what the hell was "Bright Angel" anyway?

----"The download's complete. I did what you wanted. Please don't kill me!"

Sayaka was now irresistibly curious about that damned file. Somehow the name seemed to strike a chord in her memory, though she couldn't imagine why.

-"Open it,"

-----"Ye... Yes Ma'am. Umm... it's password locked. What's the password?"

Sayaka didn't know, of course. Hell with it! Her pistol spoke once more and the cute blonde let out an agonized moan as she collapsed to the floor. Sayaka had shot her in the chest, rather than the crotch as she had originally threatened. She chuckled as she opened the brief case again and removed the explosive charges.

-"I guess I'm just too soft hearted."

She wanted to be clear of the base before the explosives went off. But if she set the timer for too long, someone might enter the computer center and see (and disarm) the explosives. She decided 10 minutes was probably about right. She also booby-trapped both the front and rear doors (even though the rear door was always kept locked) in case anyone tried to enter Building 1705 before the time was up.

As she approached the little-used Gate 3 a bikini-clad private first class exited the guard shack, saluted, and then looked at Sayaka strangely. Had she realized the "captain" trying to leave the base was suspiciously young? In a smooth motion too fast for human eyes to follow, Sayaka pressed her left hand over the sentry’s mouth, pushed her back against the wall of the guard shack, and slid a knife up under the sternum and into her heart. Only a soft grunt escaped from beneath Sayaka’s smothering hand. The girl’s eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp. The knife thrust had “accidently” sliced through the strand of material between the cups of the bikini top and Sayaka couldn’t help staring at the way the suddenly exposed breasts jiggled as she calmly dumped the dead girl on the floor of the guard shack. It was her seventh kill in less than two hours and it was – getting to her. “Keep your mind on the mission.” She told herself. “Almost over – don’t blow it now by doing something stupid.”

Fort Rockford had originally been built for an entire division. Now that the garrison was reduced to a single brigade, large parts of the base were almost deserted, which was why Sayaka had chosen Gate 3 for her egress. Satisfied that no one had noticed this last kill, she disappeared into the woods beyond the gate. As she was recovering her synthex suit she heard an impressively loud explosion from the direction of the base, followed by numerous alarms and sirens.

-"Hello, Millie? I'm back from St. Louis. I had a wonderful time! I'll try calling back later to tell you all about it, Bye."

Millicent Blandings went to considerable expense to ensure that particular line was free from bugs or phone taps. But it never hurt to take additional precautions anyway. The message the White Rabbit had left on the answering machine had told Blandings that the mission had been successful and she should arrange payment in the usual manner. Sayaka had phoned at exactly 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon, meaning the "package" had been left at drop number 3. The assassin wasn't worried about dropping off the thumb drive before receiving final payment. She held a trump card in her dealings with the information broker.

Millicent Blandings' voluptuous sweat-covered body writhed and squirmed as Sayaka explored every inch with her fingers and tongue. Only she wasn't Sayaka now. She was Kathy Takagi, a freelance photographer who had “accidently” met Blandings at a local bar and effortlessly seduced her. Along with enhanced strength, agility, endurance, vision, and hearing; and an absolute lack of conscience; one of the "gifts" Sayaka had received from the now-deceased Special Projects genetic engineers, was a very peculiar pheromone process. Sayaka herself didn't fully understand it, though it undoubtedly played a role in her hyperactive libido and the sexual arousal she felt when killing. But not once had she ever failed to bed and sexually dominate a woman she had expressly set her sights on, once she got close enough for the woman to detect her body scent. Millicent Blandings had no idea the beautiful young “photographer” she had fallen in love with was really the White Rabbit. If she ever found out, Sayaka would kill the Blandings woman with no more qualms than she would feel throwing away the wrapper of a chocolate bar after she had consumed the delicious contents.

--"Ahh! AAAAHHH!!! I can't take it anymore! KAAATHYYY!!!"

The beautiful blonde information broker arched her back and screamed, then flopped back onto the bed, exhausted from her third intense orgasm of the night. "Kathy" gently kissed her and pressed her thumbs softly but firmly into the carotid arteries on each side of Millicent's neck, sending the unsuspecting female into unconsciousness. Sayaka had invented “Kathy Takagi” to enable her to surreptitiously keep tabs on Millicent Blandings in case the information broker was thinking of double crossing White Rabbit. It also enabled her to secretly access the information broker’s voluminous files on people, places, and events. Sayaka slipped out of the unconscious woman’s bed and logged into her computer, using a password she wasn’t supposed to have. Her first three searches were for “Sayaka Cameron”, “White Rabbit”, and “Kathy Takagi”. If anything untoward came up on any of those searches, Millicent Blandings’ life would be short and her death… unpleasant.

For “Sayaka Cameron” – absolutely nothing at all. The information broker had passed the first test. For the “White Rabbit” – nothing worth killing the woman over. There were records of the various missions Sayaka had undertaken for her, plus notes on certain other incidents that had made the news and that Millicent suspected White Rabbit might have undertaken for other employers. In some cases the speculation was accurate. But Sayaka had performed a number of missions for other employers that Millicent seemed completely unaware of. And two of the actions on Millicent’s list, one assassination and one case of industrial espionage, had in fact been performed by someone other than Sayaka. There was nothing to suggest that Millicent Blandings was making a deliberate, systematic effort to research White Rabbit’s background or identity.

It was in fact the Kathy Takagi identity that came closest to causing the information broker’s death. Millicent Blandings was clearly in love with, and obsessed with, the beautiful young “photographer” and definitely was making a deliberate, systematic effort to find out more about her. When “Kathy” had first met and bedded Millicent, she had hinted at some scandal in her past that she was trying to escape from and begged Millicent not to ask too many questions. Also, Sayaka possessed several small but very advanced cameras which she occasionally used for target reconnaissance while planning her missions. She had in fact sold some photographs (never ones taken in conjunction with her real work, of course) to various magazines, to support the “freelance photographer” cover story. So far the story was holding. Millicent Blandings hadn’t crossed the line yet – a line she didn’t even know existed – in her investigations of “Kathy Takagi”.

She turned back to look at the sleeping woman. That beautiful nude body sprawled across the disheveled sheets, the pale flesh of those full breasts gently rising and falling with each breath, the fluffy blonde hair covering the gentle swell of her pubic mound... Millicent Blandings was beautiful, sensuous, elegant, and rich – she was also 32 years old and was so very, very… appreciative… of the much younger “Kathy Takagi”, who shared her bed when she was in town. And Millicent Blandings’ business dealings with White Rabbit had been quite profitable for both women. All in all Sayaka was quite happy to leave the woman alive for now. But if (no, when - deep inside she knew it was "when") Sayaka did need to eliminate her current employer; she knew she would very much enjoy the disposal process.

The assassin turned back to the computer, searching for “Bright Angel”. She found several references to some national park that had existed out west prior to the Cataclysm. But she found nothing about the computer file save a note that it had been sent on to the client – not a hint about what the file itself contained or even who the client was. Millicent herself probably didn’t know what the file was – just a package to be delivered. Sayaka turned her attention back to the sleeping blonde. She could easily “break” Millicent; force her to tell the assassin who the client was, as well as anything else she might know about Bright Angel. But that would mean killing the woman afterwards, and though Sayaka knew she would enjoy that, she had already decided it wasn’t time for that yet. And for what? And why was she so obsessed with “Bright Angel” anyway?

Sayaka recalled that Colonel Davis, the brigade commander at Fort Rockford, had access to the Bright Angel file. Sayaka had never figured out why such an apparently important file had been entrusted to such a third-rate organization. On a whim, she checked to see whether Millicent had anything on Colonel Davis. She did! Not much, but enough. And what Sayaka did find surprised her.

Colonel Michelle Davis was an Intelligence Officer. What was she doing in command of an Infantry brigade? That was one more thing that didn’t make any sense. And she had risen through the ranks very rapidly, suggesting that she was highly competent. She had in fact been promoted so quickly that it seemed the higher-ups were grooming her to be a General. Sayaka had assumed that Colonel Davis must be incompetent, based on how lax her soldiers had been at Fort Rockford. How to square that with the woman whose record Sayaka was currently perusing? Unless… unless… what if Fort Rockford was so slack because Colonel Davis was deliberately allowing her command to be that way? What if everyone was supposed to assume the soldiers there were all losers and slackers, and therefore pay no attention to what was actually happening at that out-of-the-way outpost west of the Chicago ruins? What if her command were just a cover for her real job, her soldiers merely props to support the cover story? Something… interesting… was going on at that little backwater base. Sayaka didn’t know what, but she intended to find out. Immediately as she thought this all sorts of objections sprang to mind. No one was paying her for this... Slack or not, the base would be on high alert after the massacre Sayaka had committed just three days ago… Even if her troops were slack, the Colonel herself was, assuming Sayaka’s guesses were correct, highly intelligent and would also be particularly alert now… Curiosity killed the cat…

All true, and yet…

The clincher came when she saw a file photo of Colonel Davis, dated less than a year ago, in the hot weather bikini uniform. Because she had been promoted so rapidly, she was very young for a colonel – 30 maybe? Millicent's info didn't include a date of birth. There was a sensuous quality about her, apparent even in the photograph. And the way she filled out that bikini… It was always risky trying to deduce too much from a photograph. But Sayaka had a strong instinct about such things and suspected the colonel was a bit repressed, but if… someone… could break through her reserve the colonel would be extremely... amorous. Sayaka had no doubt she could seduce the woman if she could get close. And afterwards? The assassin remembered how it had felt to kill Captain Scanlon, and a colonel was a much bigger authority figure than a mere captain. White Rabbit would definitely be returning to Fort Rockford!

She logged out of Millicent’s computer and attached a thumb drive. But this time she wasn’t downloading anything. She was uploading a program, something else “liberated” from Special Projects, which would erase all traces of her work over the last 45 minutes, and then erase itself. She also wiped all the surfaces she had touched clean of fingerprints. Sayaka did this every time she used Millicent’s computer. As far as Millicent would be able to tell, no one but she herself had ever accessed her files.

The assassin returned to bed and snuggled up against Millicent’s warm, soft body. The woman moaned softly in her sleep as Sayaka flicked her tongue across Millicent’s nipples while her hand slid down that smooth flat belly and between the soft thighs. Millicent’s eyes flickered open. She gasped sharply and then emitted a guttural groan. “Kathy” teased her mercilessly, repeatedly bringing her lover/prey to the brink of orgasm, then easing off and starting over. Soon Millicent Blandings was sobbing and gasping for breath, her fingers desperately clawing at the sheets.

--“NOOOO! I ca… can’t take it anymore! Please! AUUUGH!!! You’re killing me, Kathy!”

“Kathy” would have smiled at that if her mouth hadn’t been… otherwise engaged. “Not yet.” She thought to herself. “Soon, maybe.”

Half an hour later the utterly exhausted fixer and information broker had fallen into blissful oblivion again. But though White Rabbit’s eyes were closed, she never completely slept – not in the sense normal humans did. Sayaka/Kathy absentmindedly fondled her bedmate’s breasts but her mind was on a certain gorgeous colonel – a colonel who, despite her rapid rise through the ranks, would not be promoted to general. In the near future Sayaka would “question” Colonel Davis about Bright Angel, and then initiate the colonel’s… retirement.

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