"White Rabbit" chapter 7 by TdFmN

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"White Rabbit" chapter 7 by TdFmN

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It was about 10 minutes after 5:00 when Sayaka heard the door open and a woman enter the hotel suite. She could tell it was only one woman by the footsteps. If the woman entered the bedroom, Sayaka would kill her instantly. But the Pisces operative headed for the kitchenette and grabbed something from the refrigerator.

----“Rosabella? Trude? Mademoiselle Smythe-Turner? Is anyone here?”

A French accent – the same girl who had tailed “Kathy Takagi” yesterday. “Trude” was probably the “Gertrude Becker” who had rented the car and Miss Smythe-Turner must be that blonde Englishwoman who seemed to be the commander of this team. The footsteps approached the bedroom in which Sayaka was waiting. The White Rabbit waited just inside the door, garrote in hand. Then the telephone rang.

----“Allo? Oui… ahh… yes Mademoiselle Smythe-Turner. No, Rosabella is not here yet. She must still be following Mademoiselle Takagi.”

Sayaka carefully picked up the phone in the bedroom. A woman with an English accent (Colonel Davis would have recognized it as “Received Pronunciation”) was speaking.

------“When she gets back, tell her to stop following Takagi. Looks like she’s not the White Rabbit. She’s just Blanding’s bit of fluff after all.”

----“How do you…”

------“This “White Rabbit” did in eight women in Youngstown yesterday; some mob boss and her daughter and six of her thugs.”

----“So we are leaving…”

------“No. Change of plans. Devereux wants us to hit this Blandings bird after all. She reckons Blandings’ records may reveal who “White Rabbit” really is. But with the extra security she’s hired, we need some reinforcements. Gertrude and I are returning to Nashville to get the mission briefing and to meet up with Sonia and Raquel’s teams. They’re flying in from Europe tomorrow night. You and Rosabella put Blanding’s house under surveillance. We’ll be back in three days.”

----“Oui.”

Sayaka’s mind was racing –how should she respond to this development? Too late she realized the Pisces agent was opening the bedroom door. Without even thinking, the assassin grabbed Annelise Leclercq by the collar and yanked her into the room. Sayaka struck the third cervical vertebra with a knifehand strike. The Pisces girl’s head snapped backward as the precisely delivered blow crushed the vertebra and severed the spinal cord. Leclercq’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and she went limp as a ragdoll. Sayaka dropped the ragdoll to the carpet. The White Rabbit cursed her own carelessness and inattentiveness. She should have taken the Pisces girl alive and interrogated her – a little late for that now. What to do?

It didn’t sound as if Smythe-Turner and Gertrude would return to the hotel room for three days. Sayaka would search both bedrooms, something she hadn’t had time to do previously, and leave a phone message with the desk not to disturb nor make up the room. That might sound a little strange but it should buy her a couple of days before anyone found the bodies. She glanced down at the inert form sprawled on the carpet. There was no need to put her in the bathtub with the girl she had killed earlier. Sayaka was still wearing the synthex gloves and had left no fingerprints or tissues samples on this body.

She briefly considered letting the Pisces operatives hit Millie’s home and be prepared to ambush them. Tara, Millicent’s chauffeur and bodyguard, was a veteran of the Confederation Marine Corps and had seen combat in Louisiana and Mississippi before leaving the service. Janet and Sylvia, the two new guards Millie had hired, were from Tara’s old fire team so were probably similarly experienced. Assuming a Pisces hit team consisted of four women, Smythe-Turner’s team plus Sonia’s and Raquel’s teams would nominally total 12, but Sayaka had already killed two of them. And judging by the… competence… displayed by Rosabella and this other one, Pisces agents weren’t exactly elite troops. The assassin realized it would be a possibly fatal mistake to assume that all Pisces girls were as weak as the two she had dispatched. Probably, a few of them were good fighters. Still, she liked the 10 to 4 odds, given her own extraordinary abilities and the advantages of ambush.

But on reflection, she realized her error. Once the Pisces women found out that Rosabella and this other one were dead, they would call off the attack – and perhaps attack later, at a time of their choosing and with much heavier reinforcements. They might even bring in heavier weapons, machineguns and rocket launchers. Tara normally carried a hand gun and kept both a combat shotgun and an assault rifle available at Millie’s home. Janet and Sylvia were probably similarly equipped. And Sayaka had both an assault rifle and a sniper rifle cached away nearby. But even an assault rifle was weak tea against a belt-fed heavy machinegun (assuming Pisces had access to such – and she couldn’t afford to assume they didn’t.) Then too, Kathy Takagi wasn’t supposed to have any combat skills. How could she fight without Millie realizing Kathy was White Rabbit after all? No, waiting for Pisces to attack just wouldn’t do – better to attack them herself when they weren’t expecting anything. The numerical odds would be longer but all the other factors were in her favor. After searching the hotel rooms, she would call Millie tonight and tell her she had gotten the job and would be leaving immediately. Then she would head for Nashville. She knew the address for Devereux Consultants in Nashville and that was almost certainly where she would also find the remaining Pisces agents.

The search yielded two nine millimeter handguns, one each in Rosabella’s and the other girl’s purses. Identical models – they were produced by a well-known Italian firearms firm. Did all Pisces troopers carry this model or was it coincidence that both these two preferred it? There was no way to know so she dropped the question. The only other items of interest were four identical “uniforms”, two in each bedroom. These were white form-fitting leotards, almost like dancers’ leotards. The uniforms also included separate black masks. Pisces agents probably wore these not “in mufti”. The material was synthex or something very similar, but they weren’t camsuits. No doubt Smythe-Turner and Gertrude planned to pick theirs up after returning from Nashville. Sayaka did not intend that they would ever get the chance. She left three of the uniforms for the authorities to puzzle over when they discovered the murders. There would be no way to tie them to either Sayaka or Millicent. But she took one with her. A Pisces uniform might give her a surprise advantage when she hit the Devereux offices. She decided to take one of the Italian 9 millimeter as well. If she did try to pose as a Pisces agent in Nashville, and if this was indeed the standard Pisces sidearm, carrying her preferred .40 caliber would give her away.

She called the desk and left instructions for the room not to be disturbed, using a French accent she hoped didn’t sound too fake. She would call Millie from a payphone later so no phone records could tie her to the events in the hotel. She wanted to discuss matters with Mickey but had no way of getting a hold of her tonight. But she knew Mickey’s period of leave was about up and she would be heading to her assignment at Fort Billings. They had coordinated that Mickey would be spending the second night after the assassination at a hotel called The Bison in Bismarck, Dakotas Administrative District. Bismarck was the westernmost city on the northern frontier that could still be regarded as being in secure territory. Once Mickey crossed into Montana it would far more difficult for a civilian to contact her. It sounded like she had successfully carried out the hit last night so Sayaka hoped she could talk to the Colonel tomorrow night. The White Rabbit left the hotel, making sure no one saw her. Using another of her phony IDs she rented a car and started the long drive to Nashville.

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Colonel Sprague shook her head as she went over the various reports piled high on her desk. What had she gotten herself into? The whole thing made no sense. Before taking over command of Fort Rockford from Colonel Davis, she had known her predecessor only by reputation. But Davis had had the reputation of being one of the smartest, and one of the most self-disciplined, officers in the Army. How to square that with the utter mess she found at her new command? Initially she could only assume that the reputation was wrong and that Davis had been a real screw-up. But during their brief meeting during the Change-of-Command, Colonel Davis had impressed Sprague as being everything her reputation said. How to square the very impressive former commander with the total FUBAR state of the brigade? Over the next few days the new commander got another shock, and began to understand why the brigade was such a mess despite having someone like Davis commanding it. The classified directives from the IV Corps Commander, Lieutenant General Elizabeth Gayle, struck Sprague as either insane or criminal.

During the Change-of-Command, Davis had hinted not to trust Gayle, and also not to trust Pricom, who held the contract for training and evaluations. Why the hell was THAT function contracted out to a commercial corporation? Training SUPPORT to assist the commander achieve her objectives – sure. Whether rightly or wrongly, the higher-ups had gone that route a long time ago. But for a corporation to actually formulate the training objectives and methods themselves… words failed Colonel Sprague. But whatever the reason, the general had issued a series of classified directives that essentially put Pricom in charge of training, and Pricom was using that power as if the brigade was nothing but a guinea pig for some bizarre psychological experiment. The records showed that Davis had protested vigorously – almost to the point of insubordination. But an eagle is no match for three stars, and Gayle had forced the procedures through.

But, Colonel Sprague reflected, Davis may have actually won in the long run, even though it had cost her command. Lieutenant General Gayle herself was now in big trouble, after two successful terrorist attacks on the fort. General Kern herself was trying to get Gayle removed from command of IV Corps. But Gayle had political connections high up in the government. Sprague had no idea what would ultimately happen. The generals and politicians… and lawyers… would fight it out. It was way above a mere colonel’s pay grade. But an order had come down from Kern for expedited review of all Pricom actions at Fort Rockford, with an eye toward getting them reversed as quickly as possible. Colonel Sprague had a lot of work to do, and it would take months, but the brigade might be a good unit someday. Now she had to figure out what to do about 2nd Lieutenant Garcia…

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Angela Garcia was at that moment completing her last set of pushups for the night. Her arms ached and her panties and t-shirt were soaked with sweat. As a soldier, she was already in better physical shape than most women – but not good enough for what she intended to do.

----“Hey Angela, don’t wear yourself out too much. Save something for me!”

The lieutenant grinned at her roommate, 2nd Lieutenant Willow Ongala. Ongala was a CESO – Communications, Electronics, and Signals Officer – and as such worked closely with the Cybersecurity Officer. The two had hit it off both professionally and romantically, though both knew it was not permanent. Willow Ongala in fact knew that Angela Garcia was in love with someone else – but a woman whom Garcia regarded as unobtainable. The CESO would have been shocked to learn just who it was who her roommate was really in love with. Willow’s face turned somber.

----“Angela, are you SURE you want to go through with this? I mean… Fort Billings???”

---“I am, Wills. It’s just that after the two recent attacks, I feel that’s where I OUGHT to be. I don’t feel right, staying back behind the lines. And it will be a few weeks yet before I leave anyway.”

Lieutenant Garcia did actually feel a little guilty about not being at the front, terrorist attacks or no. But of course, it wasn’t really why she had requested a transfer to Fort Billings. The new commander had told her she couldn’t leave Fort Rockford yet. The Army liked its personnel to move around to different locations, but not too often. There were costs, and not just financial, when soldiers transferred to a new location. The bigger issue was the disruption caused by the transfer of a soldier, especially a specialist like the Cybersecurity Officer, and the necessity of bringing her replacement up to speed about the local situation. When soldiers transferred too frequently, it caused a loss of efficiency.

Colonel Sprague had told her she couldn’t transfer to a new post, for any reason short of a military emergency, for eight more months. But there was an exception for certain Military Occupation Specialty codes that were urgently needed at specific locations...

Garcia was panting heavily and her arms quivered with fatigue as she arose after her final pushup, slipped her panties down her legs and her t-shirt over her head, and headed for the shower. Ongala was smiling again as she followed her roommate towards the shower. If they only had a few more weeks together she intended to make the most of them. On the table in the now deserted living room, ready for submittal tomorrow, lay Angela Garcia’s application for Airborne School.

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The bacon cheeseburger from the diner across from the Bison was actually pretty good. Colonel Davis washed it down with a soft drink as he waited for the call she hoped would come. She had several things she wanted to discuss with Sakura before the assassin went after Devereux Consultants. She hoped that Devereux herself would be able to provide information that could be crucial to the success of any subsequent mission against Pricom. Several things about the whole situation still bothered her, all the more so since she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what or why. Knowing Sakura’s reckless nature, Michelle only hoped the assassin hadn’t already gone in, slaughtered everyone, and blown up the building.

Tomorrow the colonel would cross into Montana and, if all went well, report for her new assignment. She had given some thought to how she might be able to communicate with Sakura from the war zone, but it wouldn’t be easy. She had already decided not to send any more communications through Lt. Garcia at Fort Rockford. If anything went wrong, she didn’t want to ruin the young lieutenant’s career – perhaps even get her brought up on charges. And there was also the package…

The colonel had finished her supper and was preparing for bed when the phone rang.

-“Hi, Mickey. How was your leave? You told me after tonight you would be hard to get a hold of. Can you talk for a while?’

Colonel Davis sighed with relief. She replied with the pre-arranged signal that the line was clear.

--“Hi, Sakura. I’m glad you called. I wanted to talk to you.”

Quickly the assassin explained what she had overheard from the Pisces girls, without giving away anything that would enable Colonel Davis to figure out who her fixer was or where she lived. Actually, Davis already had enough information to figure out those things, but had decided against doing so unless absolutely necessary. The former intelligence officer was smart enough to know that even though White Rabbit was nominally on her side (for now), manipulating her was like juggling with nitroglycerine. Sayaka was even now in Nashville and intended to conduct her assault on the Devereux headquarters this very night. So impatient and reckless, the colonel thought. But under the circumstances there probably wasn’t another alternative.

--“Yes, I agree. You really don’t have much choice. But try to take Devereux alive. Finding out what she knows, and exactly how she learned it, could be critical to your chances against Dr. Fontaine. Also…”

The assassin’s contemptuous snort was audible over the phone line.

-“Frankly, I’m not all THAT worried about Pricom’s “elite” security.”

--“Those girls are the least of your worries. Remember that Fontaine knows about your sensitivity to pulsing lights…”

That sobered Sayaka up quickly. She recalled with a shudder her experience in Colonel Davis’ office.

--“… and there may be other triggers we don’t know about, but she does. DON’T take her lightly. But about that; I need an address where I can mail you something.”

-“What?”

--“Polarized goggles that I’ve had made; they should block out the paralyzing frequencies that we know about. Of course, there could be other combinations of frequencies we don’t know about that would have a similar effect. But we can’t block out everything or you wouldn’t be able to see at all. And remember, there may also be some sort of auditory trigger and a chemical trigger. If we knew exactly what the auditory trigger was, it might be possible to develop hearing protection that would screen out the specific signal. But without that knowledge, any sort of hearing protection comprehensive enough to protect you with a reasonable chance of success would interfere with your ability to detect ordinary sounds. And as for a chemical trigger – is it something you inhale? Or does it attack your eyes? Or is it absorbed directly through the skin? You see the problem…”



-“Yes… I do. Thanks for the goggles, anyway. I appreciate that.”

As the colonel copied down the post office box number the assassin gave her, she pondered two more issues which were bothering her.

--“There are two more issues, Sakura. Try to find out everything you can about this mysterious .22 caliber assassin.”

-“You don’t think she works for Devereux, or is with Pisces, then?”

--“I don’t know – maybe. But something about it “feels” wrong. Maybe Devereux hired you to steal the “Bright Angel” file for her own purposes. But maybe she had you steal it for a client. It’s only a hunch, but I suspect it may be the latter and that this unknown assassin actually works for that client.”

-“And the second issue?”

--“You overheard the Pisces leader confirm that you weren’t White Rabbit, that White Rabbit had just committed an assassination in Youngstown. How did she find out so quickly?”

-“Well, this Devereux bitch has been trying to find out White Rabbit’s real identity, and is an expert computer hacker. I guess she heard about it on the news and suspected it was a White Rabbit job and then hacked the Youngstown police computers to confirm it. Great Job, by the way! If I ever catch a bullet and you want to retire from the Army, you’d make a terrific White Rabbit yourself. The pay is a lot more than you make as a soldier, even a colonel, and…”

The assassin’s tone of voice was clearly salacious.

-“… it’s a lot more fun!”

The colonel suppressed her annoyance at Sakura’s teasing. Though the assassin was sometimes careless, mostly from overconfidence, she was very definitely not stupid. During their one direct meeting in the colonel’s office she had realized the colonel enjoyed killing – got the same sort of sexual charge from it that the White Rabbit herself did. She had also realized that the colonel, unlike the real White Rabbit, felt guilty about that.

--“If we may continue… It’s possible things happened that way. But consider the time frame. I checked into that hotel in Youngstown as Bianca Lapin, as we planned. Eventually the police investigation would uncover the fact. And anyone who knew about that and knew about “White Rabbit” would put two and two together, as we planned. But for it to have happened so quickly, and for Devereux to have hacked into the police computer so quickly… Like I said, it’s possible. But likely? You need to consider another possibility.”

-“And that is?”

--“That Devereux has an informer in your fixer’s household… someone who overheard me talking to your fixer when I reported “White Rabbit’s” success.”

DAMN!

-“She just recently hired two more security guards. It must be one of them.”

--“Actually, that’s unlikely. Again, the time is too short for it to be plausible. As you know, I suspect Dr. Fontaine knows exactly who you are and is observing you to study your behavior. It seems more likely to me that Dr. Fontaine has an informer in your fixer’s household – maybe… even your fixer herself.”

DAMN!

--“And when Devereux hacked Pricom she found out about the informer and coopted her, whether through bribery, threats, or blackmail. That’s all just conjecture. But it fits the known facts better than anything else I can come up with at the moment. Anyway, Sakura, I thought you needed to be aware of that.”



-“Thanks, Mickey. And thanks for the goggles. And… it’s Sayaka, not Sakura. My real name is Sayaka.”

The revelation surprised Michelle Davis. She had already suspected that Sakura was not the assassin’s “real” name, based on a slight hesitation when the girl had told it to her. But she likewise suspected that Sayaka WAS her “real” name, though why the assassin had chosen this moment to reveal it…”

--“Thanks… Sayaka. And be careful. I’m working on a way to communicate with you from the war zone. If I can nail down the details, I’ll mail you the instructions with the goggles.”

As the colonel made ready for bed, she couldn’t help but think about the murders she had committed just two days earlier. Guilty feelings or no, she pictured Annette’s voluptuous body sprawled nude and lifeless on her apartment floor, pictured too her mother slumping to the floor of the shower with a look of horror on her face and a bullet hole between her breasts. She recalled how it had felt to slip the maid’s uniform off her inert form and how Linda Carruthers’ sensational body had squirmed so frantically beneath her as she had smothered the crooked attorney to death. Maybe she was indulging herself this way because she was crossing into Montana tomorrow. Finally, she forced the memories from her mind and drifted off to sleep.

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Devereux Consultants was located in a small two story building in a modestly upscale business park in the northern suburbs of Nashville. Sayaka had parked about a mile away and made her way through the woods, rather than approach the business park from the road. She wore her camsuit and holstered .40 caliber pistol. She carried a pack containing a Pisces uniform and 9 mm pistol, in case she decided to try to infiltrate that way after she completed her reconnaissance.

Two security guards were standing outside the front door to the Devereux building, looking bored. They wore white leotards like the Pisces uniforms Sayaka had found in the hotel room, but no masks. The uniforms also had a Devereux logo over the right breast. Both guards had submachineguns slung over their shoulders. The assassin recalled that Millicent had told her that Devereux had hired Pisces for corporate security. The Devereux logo meant these two were probably hired security for the building itself, rather than members of the assault teams that had flown in from Europe. Not that this worried the White Rabbit; just two more girls to kill. From their casual attitudes she didn’t think they would be very difficult to eliminate. But there was also a receptionist at the front desk in the lighted lobby, with a clear view to where the two Pisces security guards were standing. Should she risk trying to decoy them away and killing them when they were out of line-of-sight from the lobby? Or could the receptionist even see them? Her eyes were adjusted to the brightly lit indoor space and they were in a much darker environment outside. The assassin weighed her options and made her decision. Quickly and silently she changed into the Pisces leotard and holstered the 9mm pistol. She retained her own synthex gloves, activating the custom camsuit mod to mimic her own hands. Within seconds the color changed to a good approximation of her skin, except for the darker reddish tone, like nail polish, over the fingernails. They wouldn’t fool anyone at close range in good light. But at a distance, in poor light, she would appear bare-handed. But she would leave no fingerprints.

-“Hey you two! Don’t just stand there, this thing is heavy you know. I could use some help.”

The two security guards look confused. Who was this girl in a Pisces uniform, trying to manhandle an obviously heavy 55gallon drum? Actually, Sayaka had found the empty drum behind the building and could have juggled it like a tennis ball. Full of water, it would have weighed over 450 pounds and she still could have lifted it over head – though she would have had to use two hands and exert considerable effort.

-“I said don’t just stand there! Miss Smythe-Turner said there’d be hell to pay if this isn’t loaded into the back of her van by the time the boffins’ meeting is over!”

That was enough for the two guards. Carefully setting the submachineguns down on the steps, they walked over to help their “colleague” with the drum… out of view of the receptionist’s desk. The tall redhead with an accent Sayaka couldn’t quite place started to speak.

---“I don’t think we’ve met. Did you come over with… UGGHHH!!!”

Sayaka’s sidekick caught her square in the solar plexus. There was a sickening “crunch”, a brief feeling of resistance, and something soft giving way inside the girl’s torso – like crushing a rotting pumpkin. The unfortunate redhead folded nearly in half as she collapsed to the ground. She twitched once. Before her shocked companion could react, Sayaka sank her fist into the second sentry’s solar plexus. She pulled that strike so she could question this second guard. The girl crumpled to the ground with an agonized grunt. Sayaka’s left hand closed around her victim’s windpipe, ready to crush it if she tried to cry out. But the broken guard only whimpered in pain and fear.

-“How many are inside?”

----“What?”

-“How many are inside, and who?”

----“Uhh… Eight Pisces agents and four from the client.”

-“Eight?”

It wasn’t the number she had been expecting.

----“Miss Smyth-Turner and Gertrude Becker from the reconnaissance team. The other two are watching the target. And the six from Raquel Vega’s assault team.”

Evidently assault teams were larger.

-“What about Sonia’s team?”

The guard answered automatically, as if in shock.

----“I think they were delayed by bad weather in Europe. I don’t know the details. I’m just a security guard!”

-“And the rest of the guards?”

----“Miss Canning and Carla are at the hotel. They replace us at 8:00 tomorrow morning.”

Lucky them – they would live. The young security guard visibly relaxed as Sayaka removed her fingers from around her windpipe. But the assassin clamped the palm of her hand tightly over the girl’s mouth and slid a knife between her victim’s ribs and into the heart. The unfortunate Pisces guard’s eyes opened wide in surprise and then rolled back in their sockets. The empty 55gallon drum made a convenient hiding place for the bodies. She had to use a bit of force to get them both deep enough into the drum to replace the lid – probably broke a few bones. But neither girl complained… The White Rabbit casually wiped away the blood that had spattered onto her leotard – these Pisces uniforms were as stain resistant as synthex – and headed for the front door, pausing only to sling one of the submachineguns over her shoulder.

-“Hi. I’m Anna, from Sonia’s team. We were able to catch a later flight. The others will be here in a moment.”

-----“Really? The weather reports out of Prague were… uuuhhh!!!”

The Devereux receptionist was spectacular. Her… very… short skirt showed off her perfectly-shaped thighs to maximum advantage and the top three buttons of her tight-fitting blouse were unbuttoned. The receptionist wasn’t wearing a bra… She was probably a competent receptionist, but Devereux had obviously selected her at least in part for the effect she would have on visitors. Maybe she had an operational role as well. Maybe Devereux used her as a "honey trap" to snare targets for blackmail or other forms of manipulation. Just now, though, she was having trouble breathing – what with Sayaka’s fingers squeezing her windpipe as they had done to the Pisces sentry moments before. The assassin enjoyed the way the terrified brunette squirmed, as she stared wide-eyed through her stylish glasses and clutched helplessly at Sayaka’s arm... After a few seconds the White Rabbit relaxed her grip. She felt sure the pain and fear had loosened the receptionist’s tongue.

-“Where are they?”

-----“C… C… Conference room…ghh… third door on the left…”

-“ALL of them?”

The half-strangled receptionist gasped for breath as she tried to answer.

-----“J… just the… ghhh… just the bosses; Miss… ghhh… Miss Devereux, Miss Willoughby, and the leaders of the P… Pisces teams… and their seconds in command. Miss Sims is in her… ghhh… office…”

The terrified woman gestured weakly at a closed door down the side corridor to the left. Sayaka could tell there was a light on in the room and her preternatural hearing detected footsteps from overhead.

-----“… and the other four Pisces women are… ghhh… all upsta… upstairs I think.”

The White Rabbit was sure the receptionist was telling the truth. She reclosed her fingers. That voluptuous body sure did writhe sensually… until it stopped moving completely… A smile briefly crossed the assassin’s face as she watched the lifeless body slide out of the chair and onto the floor. The movement had hiked the victim’s skirt up to her hips. The dark tangle of pubic hair was plainly visible through the sheer panties.

She liked those glasses, though. (Actually, she liked everything about the receptionist, appearance-wise.) She had no need of glasses, her genetically enhanced vision being far superior to a normal human’s. But she decided to get a similar pair – with no vision correction – for times when she wanted to use glasses as part of a disguise.

Now – who next? Miss Sims or the Pisces girls upstairs? The decision was made for her by the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Sayaka met the Pisces girl – about 5’6” with honey-blonde hair – at the bottom of the steps. The assassin averted her gaze so her victim wouldn’t see her face until too late. Before the girl was aware what was happening, the White Rabbit had entwined her left hand in the blonde’s hair while the assassin’s right hand cupped over the target’s mouth. A violent twist, a “crack” audible only to the killer, and Sayaka calmly lowered the suddenly-limp body to the floor at the foot of the stairs. The White Rabbit ascended the stairs, stopping a few steps below the top. Carefully peering over the top step she ascertained that no one was in the corridor. The sound of a television emerged from the second door on the left. Past that, on the right, was an open door in which two girls could be heard talking.

A girl wearing the now-familiar Pisces leotard was seated on the couch in what was apparently some kind of break room, her back to the door. She was watching a “western” on the television. The cinematography was “old style” but Sayaka knew enough history to realize the movie had been made post-Catastrophe; both the blue-uniformed soldiers in the besieged fort and the Indians attacking it all being female. She also thought, though she wasn’t absolutely sure, that real cavalry uniforms in late 19th century America didn’t expose quite so much bare skin.

The ruthless assassin smiled again in amusement. An Indian warrior had managed to ascend a poorly guarded section of the wall undetected. Knife in hand the brave was approaching her victim, a not-very-alert redheaded sentry. The Pisces girl was enrapt in the movie, never realizing she herself was the redheaded sentry. As the Indian warrior sank her knife into the cute blue-clad redhead’s back, White Rabbit tightened her garrote around the leotard-clad agent’s neck. The Pisces girl grasped desperately at the wire cutting off the flow of oxygen to her brain. But her panicked struggles were brief. Sayaka unwrapped the lethal wire from the inert victim’s neck and left her on the couch, still staring wide-eyed but sightlessly at the television.

The last two Pisces agents (other than the four in the conference room below) were speaking in French. Sayaka had barely enough competency in that language to realize they were talking about dinner – no intelligence to be gained by trying to listen in. She walked boldly into the room and smiled at the two, who looked at her in confusion. Who was this girl? She was obviously Pisces but neither of them recognized her. Their only answer was a blur of motion to fast for their eyes to follow. A spinning heel kick caught the long-haired brunette in the temple while the assassin’s right hand sent a throwing knife into the sexy blonde standing about 6 feet away. The brunette dropped like a marionette with the strings cut while Blondie stared in horror at her still-smiling killer while her hands clutched uselessly at the knife between her well-shaped breasts. She made only a frightened gurgle as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she sank to the floor. As White Rabbit removed and cleaned the knife, she listened carefully for any noises from downstairs. There were no sounds of alarm, only a sub audible drone of conversation from the conference room. No one had discovered the receptionist’s body. Everything was still on track.

As Sayaka headed for Miss Sims’ room she sensed she was going to do something stupid. But her recent kills, especially the gorgeously sexy receptionist, were getting to her. She rationalized her plan by telling herself she needed to… interrogate… Miss Sims. But she knew it wasn’t the real reason she was going to do this. She glanced once again at the receptionist sprawled on the floor – still gorgeous, still dead – and walked boldly into the office where Devereux’s accountant and financial expert was going over some records that Devereux herself had hacked from one of the company’s targets.

------“Uhh… who are you?”

Miss Sims looked to be in her early thirties, but still very attractive. About 5’7” with light brown hair and an hourglass figure that her blouse and skirt accentuated very nicely. Silk stockings to about mid-thigh, revealing several inches of pale flesh between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt. One look told Sayaka that, though she couldn’t spend too much time, she would… definitely… interrogate… the woman. Miss Sims herself was confused by the lithe, athletic young woman walking boldly into her office. She was obviously Pisces, but apparently Japanese or maybe Chinese; though on second glance she was probably half Asian and half Western. But none of the Pisces women who had arrived so far had appeared to be Asian at all. Had some more arrived unexpectedly? The Devereux accountant gasped and felt herself going week in the knees as she caught the raw predatory lust in the intruder’s eyes.

------“What are you… UHHHHH!!!”

Without a word Sayaka grabbed the accountant and kissed her while the assassin’s right hand slipped up under Miss Sims’ skirt and inside her panties. The helpless woman felt as if she were fainting. She had no idea how she came to be lying on her desk with her panties down around her right ankle and her blouse open. She vaguely remembered this mysterious girl unclasping her bra and gently kissing her nipples while the girl’s right hand tickled and teased Miss Sims’ outer vaginal lips mercilessly before sliding inside the woman’s slick folds. The accountant knew nothing about Sayaka’s genetically engineered pheromone system – so devastating against anyone the assassin targeted sexually. She knew only the softness of the tongue and lips on her breasts and the incredible agility of the strong but graceful fingers moving inside her. The Devereux accountant was genuinely alarmed by the way in which this Pisces girl so completely and effortlessly controlled her. It was unbearable – but she never wanted it to end, ever. She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming in ecstasy.

Then the Pisces girl spoke for the first time. The voice was erotic and sensual but there was something frightening and cold about it.

-“Who is the customer for the Bright Angel file?”

Terror engulfed the doomed accountant and she whimpered in fear. This could only mean… But she was utterly unable to resist. The waves of pleasure had destroyed her willpower.

------“I… uhhh… I don’t… haa… know.”

-“It would be… bad… to lie to me.”

------“NO!!! Please! I don’t… ughh… know! Really, I d… d… don’t! Usually Miss Devereux tells everything to Miss Willoughby… ughh… and me. But she’s k… kept this one… AHHH! secret from everybody.”

The pleasure and the terror both grew more intense as the girl – Miss Sims’ head was spinning but she understood at some level what was about to happen – asked another question.

-“Who is Devereux’s spy in the Blandings residence?”

Tears, of pleasure and of fear, ran down Miss Sims’ cheeks.

------“I… don’t know! I… MMMPPHH!!!”

In a move so swift the it felt to the accountant as if Sayaka’s fingers were still inside her, the assassin drew her right hand from between Miss Sims’ thighs and struck her victim on the breastbone with a palm heal strike. The woman’s death scream was smothered by Sayaka’s left hand over the accountant’s mouth. She twitched spasmodically, twice, and lay still on the desk, staring in horror at the ceiling. Sayaka grinned as she stepped back to survey her handiwork. Her victim lay on her desk, arms and legs akimbo, with her knees over the edge, her lower legs hanging toward the floor. Her skirt was hiked up almost to her navel and her blouse and bra were open, revealing her soft, rounded breasts. She wore thigh-length stockings but her panties were around her right ankle. An elegant high-heel shoe adorned her right foot but the left foot was bare. Sayaka had dislodged that shoe when she had slipped the panties off the left leg. There was an ugly bruise over the pale flesh of the woman’s sternum, which appeared somewhat “sunken”, as if something inside had collapsed. But the bruise was small. The accountant’s heart had stopped too quickly for much blood to leak from her ruptured internal organs.

White Rabbit fully understood that playing around like this could very easily get her killed someday. But not today; no sounds from outside the door indicated any alarm or awareness of her murderous actions. She grabbed the panties from woman’s ankle and wiped the sweat from her face. The Pisces leotard – if it wasn’t synthex it was something very similar – was wicking the sweat away from her torso and would be dry by the time she reached the conference room. Having dried her face, Sayaka laid the panties over Miss Sims’ face, like a shroud, leaving the rest of the body fully exposed. She smirked with amusement at the sight and picked up the submachine gun she had set on the floor a few minutes ago. As she left the room she reflected that she had, in effect, enjoyed her dessert before having dinner. The rule was supposed to be “Business before pleasure” but Sayaka wasn’t big on following other people’s rules.
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