"The Bad Girls: Intro Story" by ~LaurenUnity

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"The Bad Girls: Intro Story" by ~LaurenUnity

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The Bad Girls: Intro Story



by ~LaurenUnity




"You are a fabulous dancer my dear Ms?" The dashing, square-jawed and classically handsome American spy Thomas Thorne said as he twirled around the dance floor with the woman in front of him. She was of Indian extraction, dark skin, and dark hair, but with the most green eyes he'd ever seen on a woman. Of course with that tight short black dress, that revealed just about all of her amazing back? He found a lot of other things to look at than her eyes.

The woman smiled and pushed herself closer to him on the dance floor, the other high society types looking on at the steamy situation. "Dalal...Anani Dalal...Mr. Throne." The woman said in an accent that made the agent think of Harem dancers, Mahahrajahs, and Elephants. It was a lovely accent, and one the agent thought added already quite a lot to the person in front of him. "Well Ms. Dalal, what brings you here to Monaco this evening?" He asked putting on his best He-Man-sex-god voice. "The same reason you came here, certain bonds held in a penthouse safe? That's important to both yours and the Indian goverment."Anani replied moving her hand up his tuxedo clad chest as they twirled. "You mean the ROSTAM dossiers..don't you? Perhaps we better..discuss that? Privately?" Throne asked dipping Anani on the floor. "Only in your hotel room American.." The Indian woman said sensually.

Five minutes later Anani was in her hotel room, watching the clock as she removed her dress, and pulled on the rather small black lingere and stockings. "I swear ta fuckin' god your wearin' the dress next time you Canadian slag." Anani said venomously into her ear-piece in an accent that wouldn't have sounded out of place in a Manchester pub, rather than a palace in Mumbai.

This was because Anani was English born-and-raised. And a former member of MI6, which she entered via her time spent in the Special Reconnaissance Regiment.

She was freelance now.

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Across the street from the massive high-rise hotel sweet in downtown Monaco, a woman sat down in an office building closed down for the night and looked through the scope of her rifle. She felt the cold air from the night wash over her through the open window, and let her breath slow to a steady rhythm. It was not the slight chill of the night that had made the woman's breath go faster. Instead it was the sight of Anani undressing across the street, before slipping a robe on, opening the window, and flashing a middle-finger in the sniper's direction.

Sesi Belmont just grinned. "You know you never wear such nice things around me." She said over the ear-piece..her accent an odd mix of Canadian prairie, Montreal french,and a flat native tongue.

"You know what happened in Tel Aviv? I'm going to do all that and more to you once we get done with this." The reply came into the ear-piece. "Promises" Sesi said grinning again as she racked the bolt, the tranq-dart should fly very true to her target.

Sesi couldn't understand her lover's complaints anyway. After all here she was this moment, wearing a white tank-top, green camo-pants, a cowboy hat, and sporting enough tattoos on her tanned and toned arms that few people looking for a fight would probably come her way. Well that and unless Sesi smiled(which she was told made her look suprisingly adorable) she kind of had the classic Native-American "Insult me and your scalp comes off" glare. Which wasn't really Sesi's fault..after all? She was an ethnic Wyandot(Huron) from southwest Ontario, and she was only the most decorated sniper in Joint Task Force 2..

Which meant? Sadly? She couldn't do anything but look like a badass, even if she wore a dress.

The door opened to Anani's hotel room. Thorne came in. Anani worked her magic. Thorne did his classic "look at me! I'm a sex god!' deal. Anani stripped down, kissed him. Moved him in front of the window. Thorne barely felt the tranq-dart hit him in neck.

"Giselle? Thorne is down, your turn to dance." Sesi said as she took her rifle from the window, packed it back up into her bag, and ran for the building's stairway. She'd be on the streets in a matter of moments.

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The hotel security guard looked scared out of her wits, as she saw the tall blonde woman in front of her slowly step into the plain blue shirt, black khakis, and polished black shoes that formerly belonged to her. "Mmghgmghgmh!" The young brunette screamed into the strip of tape over her lips, and writhed on the floor in her underwear trying to get the plastic ties off her wrists.

The blonde woman knelt down then and whispered comforting words in French to the woman. Before pulling out a large stack of money from between her rather impressive breasts. "I tied you up. You fought bravely. Here's your reward." She said again in French, before winking and putting the money into the woman's locker in the security room. She then put a hand to her ear, listened to Sesi's voice coming in over the ear-piece, and smiled. "Very well madam..I'm almost done here anyway." She said, heading over to the security consoles and and switching every single camera in the hotel off. Giselle Dupont always liked this part of the job the most.

Five minutes later Giselle strolled down the hallways of the hotel, humming to herself as she adjusted the hat on her head. Looking left and right at the doors to the rooms just out of caution..once a member of GIGN, always a member. And even though the 52 year old French woman looked more like somebody's fetish idea of a "MILF" her instincts hadn't left her in the slightest.

Right before she got to the elevator a hotel room door opened. Giselle put one hand on the glock pistol she'd taken from the security guard, and waited until she saw who came out of the room. It was Anani, sporting the skimpy french maid uniform that the perverted staff at the hotel had their female cleaners wear. The woman looked like she was this close to putting a bullet in somebody's eye, and with the silenced MP5K slung around her shoulders? There was a chance of that.

"Nice outfit dear..though I think the dress suited you better." Giselle said taking the sub-machine gun, checking the two clips taped together jungle-style, and cocking the gun.

"Not another word." Anani said before handing the frenchwoman another item..a small plastic pad. One with Thorne's finger and handprints all over it. "How many?" Giselle asked taking it.

"6 tangos in the penthouse, real lightly armed. Orders say get those prints everywhere you can." Anani said, and Giselle nodded, before walking over to the elevator, getting the handprints everywhere, and hitting the button for the top floor. GIGN was one of the best counter-terrorist teams in the world. They'd taken back airplanes, buildings, rescued French citizens held overseas, and stormed a pirate-ship or two. Giselle for twenty years was one of their best members, and still held the record for quickest room clearing.








Giselle cleared a penthouse of it's six guards in about 4 minutes. The last sounds they heard coming from her silenced MP5K..'Thwemp Thwemp" After that it was a matter of time to get Thorne's handprints on just about everything in the penthouse, from bookshelves to dead bodies, and finally make her way to the upstairs bedroom where the private documents would be found stored in a small safe next to the bed.

Cracking the safe should have taken at least 20 minutes, Giselle finished it in three. Smirking to herself as she brought the small dossier out and when over to the window. The silent alarm would be triggered as soon as the safe was opened, so already private security goons would be parking up in front of the hotel ready to come in, make their way up the elevators, and gun down some intruder.

Of course Giselle already knew the plan, and with just a few spoken words in her earpiece "Lee, Basya? Go to work." Giselle knew she'd ruin somebody's day.

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The two women looked at each other from the back of the ambulance as they pulled themselves into the military fatigues, body-armor, and small black helmets.

"All I'm saying is don't knock it before you try it." The woman on the left hand side said. A tall striking black woman, her features possessing that oddly distinctive Ethiopian look...delicate and regal and powerful. The only name she had was "Basya" which may or may not have been her real name. All that was known about her was that she was an Ethiopian Jew who immigrated to Israel during her childhood, was a former member of their special forces, and who found herself loaned out to MOSSAD mostly to do the the type of explosive assassinations that most agents might not be cut out for.

The woman on the right hand side just shook her head. "Look maybe you have an interest in parasailing? But quite honestly? I'd just as soon as get a nice dinner off you." She said with a slight giggle. She was a foot shorter than Basya, and was Korean, with lovely almond shaped eyes, short jet black hair, and a face that made one think of a very sly fox. The only name she gave to anybody was "Lee" and bit of mysteriousness, along with her former job caused the people who knew her to look beyond her cute face, and giggles. She was a former North Korean Special Operations Force member, and was specifically the type they called in for wet-work, or sabotage across the DMZ.

How a former North Korean and Israeli commando hooked up? Nobody knew..or asked. But one thing was certain? For the type of heavy duty work? They did the best. And when Giselle contacted them via their ear-pieces? To deal with three black BMW's that just pulled in front of the hotel? They didn't pause one second.

"Time to cause some damage lover." Basya said before leaning over and kissing Lee.

"Time for you to change the subject beloved." Lee replied with a wink.

The two then pulled on the cheap plastic Scream masks they picked up earlier, placed them over their faces, and loaded up their weapons. Each of the women had at least three sidearms on them, a combat knife, and as many grenades as they could carry. And for their weapons of choice Basya carried a classic M4 with an underslung grenade launcher, and Lee carried a Chinese Norinco AK-47.

The goons got out of their BMW's. Basya and Lee got out of the ambulance. Gunshots ring out. Spiderwebs form out of cracked windows. Grenades are thrown. People run out from the hotel. Goons are riddled with rounds. Bloody bodies hit the ground. A maid with dark skin comes running out screaming. A blonde security guard darts out of the building, tackling her and pulling her behind a parked car as bullets rip by.

Basya and Lee pause, reload once more. And Basya puts a hand to her ear.

"Giselle and Anani are out of the building! Time to get out of here Corky!"
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A petite brunette with glasses let out another "FUCKING BITCH!" as she fiddled with the wires under the steering wheel of the SUV. There was an art to a classic car theft, and now people happened to be ruining it, much to Corky McCormick's chagrin.

After all the woman was possibly the single best car thief in the known world, in addition to being the single best getaway driver in the known world(a product of a large family of Alabama bootleggers turned racers) and considering her stint in the CIA? Learning how to drive and boost cars even better? She was probably the best getaway driver in the Solar System.


She struck the wires together one more time, and finally the engine turned on, causing Corky to laugh and slap the SUV steering wheel. "Oh you are a wonderful baby you! Sorry for all the swearing." She then said in a honey-dripping Southern accent. The sound of a hand tapping on the passenger window interrupted her thought process though, and the brunette spun around quickly Sig-Sauer pistol in hand.

The figure on the other side of the window was Sesi, bag with sniper rifle over her shoulder. Corky groaned and leaned over to open the passenger door. "Jesus you could have contacted me over the ear-piece babe." Sesi looked at the woman next to her..clad in the denim jeans, ripped up clash T-shirt, dock martin boots, and leather bomber jacket, and she gave her that "Huron glare".

"Your earpiece was off, and they fucking need us now." Sesi said firmly..causing the woman next to her to cough, get herself under control, and put the seatbelt on.

"Well my fine piece of Canadian girlflesh? Let's kick out the Jams!" Corky said with a squeel as she hit the pedal to the metal, and the SUV came roaring out of the parking garage.

More dead mooks from a fresh BMW poured out, their bodies got cut down by Lee and Basya's rifles. Giselle moves from behind the car, Anani running behind her. Giselle fires her MP5K at some mooks, they go down. Anani runs to Lee, pulls a grenade from her vest, and tosses it in the ambulance. It explodes. More BMW's appear, lots more mooks. Problems. SUV pulls up.

"Sup bois!" Corky called sticking herself out of the driver's side window, and over the hood of the SUV, Grenade launcher in hand. Sesi just made a wink and held a sub-nosed revolver in her left hand, and a beretta in her right.

They opened fire, explosions and a lot of quick gunfire came about, as the other girls piled into the SUV. Corky peeled away from the hotel laughing maniacally. Basya and Lee started cheering, Sesi lit up a cigarette and leaned back in the seat. Giselle toyed with the dossier in her hands.

"Hey Anani? Why you wearing a maid's outfit?" Corky asked, innocently. The english woman woman punched her shoulder from behind as they drove off into the night.

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"Vell mister Thorne? You claim that these women happened to act completely alone? And without your awareness?"

"Mmghggmghmh!" Thorne nodded as he struggled with the handcuffs that bound his wrists above the shower nozzle in the bathroom. It was one humilation he suffered, in addition to being left only in his underwear, and having a lot of tape slapped over his mouth.

"A likely story, but the sheer amount of fingerprints we found in addition to certain corrupted files found in the penthouse computer..strongly suggest you happened to have involvement in this affair."

"MmghgmgghgmghmH!" Thorne moaned through the gag.

The woman in front of him clad in the one piece leather dress? She wasn't exactly the person he wanted to see. The tall redheaded German woman was Hilda Hammerstein, a German intelligence agent he used and.....well...didn't call back after one night.

"But that's okay Thorne..I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this..once the agency allows me to hold you in my personal quarters."

"Mgghghgmghh!" Thorne shouted through the gag.

Hilda had to admit, when those girls offered to pay her money to plant some evidence on the hard-drive? She almost had them arrested herself. When she found out who it'd frame though? Well she made sure to do it for free.

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Three days later Alfred Sinclair, Head of one of the largest banking families in Europe looked at the dossier on top of his desk. The dossier that formerly belonged to ROSTAM Private Security members, the dossier that every intelligence agency wanted so they could blackmail Sinclair for some of his links, the dossier that was delievered to him by six women.

A note was on the front of it.

"Now the other 2 million you owe us, and six tickets Hawaii off your paycheck"

Sinclair? He did as he was told.
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