"In Flight Espionage" by Chlorofan05 (2012)

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So what turned out to be an idea, exploded into a whole story, enjoy!

Patricia Bell was the stereotypical attractive flight attendant. She was tall with curves in all the right places and an impressive chest. Patricia was able to make the dark blue and navy colored Trans-Airlines uniform sexy. She had on the light blue blouse underneath her navy colored uniform jacket. The dark blue skirt hugged her legs and bum. Like most of the twenty something stewardesses, Patricia wore her skirt a little shorter than regulation. It showed off more of her long fabulous legs. These were in company regulated pantyhose. They were a suntan sheer pair which made her legs look nice and smooth.

Standing in the mirror she applied some red cherry lipstick. Making sure it looked good, Patricia ran a hand through her dark brown hair. It was pinned behind her stylishly, again per regulation. Satisfied she was ready for the 8:00 PM flight back to the States, the flight attendant walked over to where her shoes were. A comfortable pair of flats, she slipped her stocking feet into them one at a time. She was going to go for her overnight bag when there was a knock at the hotel door.

Curious she walked over and looked through the peep hole. It was an employee for the hotel, “Ms. Bell, I’m sorry but could I have a minute.”

Patricia wondered what the problem was. Opening the door she saw that the woman was wearing a black jacket, skirt, pantyhose similar to her own and even had the same hair color. Patricia said, “Listen I have to be at the airport in the hour. I really don’t have time for this.”

The woman answered, “Please it will just be a minute, in fact you have won a stay at one of our other locations.”

“Really?” Patricia didn’t remember entering any contest for such a thing.

“It’s a secret promotion we’ve been doing with the airline, I’ll explain inside.” The hotel lady gestured for them to go inside.

Patricia looked at her watch real quick and decided that she had a few minutes, “Alright, come inside.” She walked in expecting the hotel woman to be right behind her so she didn’t stay and hold the door open, “I’m surprised I won since I’m so un….”

Patricia’s sentence was cut off as the other woman grabbed her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist. Before Patricia could protest the hotel lady’s other hand covered her face, it held a white rag which smelled. The flight attendant screamed but her cries were muffled and the woman had closed the door behind her. Patricia struggled, trying to free herself from the woman’s clutches. Much to her horror the dark haired attendant felt her strength waning as she fought. The attacker patiently held on, watching as the chloroform soaked rag did its job.

The stewardess moaned into the cloth as she felt increasingly tired and weak. She started to slump in the hotel lady’s arms, Patricia’s hanging loosely from her sides. The attacker eased Patricia over to the bed. Slowly she laid Patricia down to the bed, letting her rest on her side. Patricia’s eyes were barely open as she took in more chloroform through relaxed and deeper breathes. With a final gentle sigh, Patricia slipped into unconsciousness.

“Finally, lights out for her.”

Kristin Lowe was a close match for Patricia. Hair color, shared curves, not quite as tall but a close enough match for this job. She removed the chloroform cloth and tossed it aside. Satisfied that the girl was out, she proceeded to pull Patricia into a sitting position. Kristin removed the airline navy jacket and put it aside. With the jacket gone, Kristin let Patricia go back to lying on the bed. She unzipped the flight attendant’s skirt. Careful to not mess it up she pulled the dark blue skirt down Patricia’s pantyhosed legs. Kristin removed her own jacket not needing the hotel employee’s uniform anymore.

She removed Patricia’s shoes and pulled the sleeping stewardess all the way onto the bed. Kristin reached into the pocket of the jacket she had been wearing. Removing a syringe she tapped it to make sure no air bubbles were inside. She took the needle and pushed it gently into Patricia’s thigh, right through the pantyhose. It was sedative designed to make sure Patricia slept for hours. Like a mother putting her kid to bed, Kristin tucked Patricia into bed. For a moment, the sleep inducing intruder enjoyed the idea of the attractive flight attendant lying in her blouse and pantyhose, but she pushed it aside as it was time to get to work.

Kristin was wearing a shirt that matched Patricia’s. However she needed the rest of the flight attendant uniform and the girl’s credentials. The intruder slipped out of her shoes, wiggling her toes inside the nylon cocoons of her pantyhose. First she slipped out of the hotel uniform’s skirt, letting it slide down her legs and with a small kick of her leg, pushing it aside. Kristin pulled the airline one on zipping it up and adjusting her blouse. She put the jacket on and went over to the mirror to make sure there were no signs of the earlier struggle. Satisfied, Kristin put her shoes back on and hid her stolen uniform in the closet.

She grabbed Patricia’s carryon bag and headed for the door. As she closed it, the hired spy put a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door handle.

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Flight 487 to New York was a big double decker airplane. ‘Patricia Bell’, in reality Kirstin, showed up at the airport and using the real attendant’s credential got on board. Kristin had checked to make sure none of the other flight crew had met Patricia before selecting the relatively new stewardess as her target. Having done this before, Kristin knew how to act like a proper flight attendant and a young attractive one at that. She smiled and showed the male passengers a little leg as she helped them. None of the other stewards or stewardesses noticed anything out of behavior.

As she was working on getting people ready to take off in the first class lower cabin, Kristin spotted her target. Sitting in a window seat on the port side of the aircraft was Karen Reed. The woman didn’t look like a brilliant computer scientist. She was really good looking for one thing. Thin, she had lighter skin than most but it gave her a heavenly look. She had short red hair cut to about chin length, styled well. Black glasses an expensive pair hid green eyes. Kristin saw she was finishing up some work on a laptop, shutting it down as the plane got ready to leave.

As Kristin worked she managed to catch a second glance at her target as the woman used the rest room one last time before takeoff. The redhead wore a dark grey woman’s business suit with a surprisingly short skirt. Black sheer tights and black heels completed her attire. While Kristin checked out Karen she also saw what would make this mission extra difficult. Standing not far away from the restroom was a bodyguard. She was athletic looking but still pretty. Blonde, her hair was tied in a functional ponytail. She wore a secret service like ensemble, black jacket, white blouse, black slacks which hugged her legs better than plain baggy pants. Good looking but flat heeled shoes showed that while the guard cared about style, she was practical. Kristin tagged her with the nickname Agent Lady.

As Kristin sat down for takeoff she reviewed the job once more in her head. She had been hired by a rival company to get a look at a new cyber-warfare program Karen Reed had designed for hers. Naturally though, the company that employed Karen wasn’t going to let such a possible cash cow for the U.S. government go unprotected. Agent Lady was the visible bodyguard with Karen, but not the only one. The people who hired Kristin learned that there four undercover security people also with Karen and Agent Lady. Hidden among the passengers, Kristin was going to have to find them all before going for the prize. She had picked Karen’s flight back to states a good eight hour flight from Europe to the States to do the job. Since it was leaving at night Kristin expected most of the people on board to sleep, making her job easier. Plus this aircraft had a few good spots where Kristin could deal with people if need be.

Kristin used her cover as a flight attendant to do some recon and see if she could spot the undercover security. During the evening meal Kristin was able to pick out three of the four security personnel. All of them were women, in their twenties or early thirties. She was able to tell they worked for Karen’s company thanks to their movements in the cabin. At one point during the first two hours they all got up went to use either the stairs to head up to the upper deck lounge or restrooms away from their seats. Each one gave a very hard to spot glance at Agent Lady but Kristin caught it.

Although she hadn’t located the fourth yet, and the intel on that could be off, the spy was confident she could move against the other three without tipping off Agent Lady. Since they were undercover, they wouldn’t want to contact or check in with her too often. Kristin could deal with them one at time and by time Agent Lady realized something had happened, it would be her turn. Kristin waited another hour though before doing anything. By this point they were mid-way through the flight. Almost everybody was out on board so nobody would see what she was up too. The upstairs lounge closed and the flight attendants settled in for the quiet part of the flight. Satisfied the time was right; Kristin made her way to the first hidden security girl.

Beforehand, Kristin had stopped by her stolen carryon bag. Although everything inside was Patricia’s, Kristin had made sure to add one small bag of her own. This held all the tools the spy would need for the night. She removed a small ring which Kristin slipped onto her finger. It had a small design with a diamond on it although it wasn’t real. Kristin walked to where her first target was. This first guard was dressed as a college girl coming back from a trip. Her brown hair was in a ponytail and she wore a long sleeved shirt of a large state university. Black leggings and sneakers completed the school girl look. Part of what made her stick out was the fact she was still awake and her eyes focused more on the people around her than the iPad with a movie playing.

College Girl had headphones in and was pretending to watch the movie when Kristin came up, “Can I get you anything?”

She was fooled by Kristin’s flight attendant camouflage, and not paying as close of attention to Kristin as she should. Probably a new girl that’s why she is able to pull off the college look, but not as experienced as she should be, Kristin decided as the girl answered, “No I’m fine.”

“You sure you don’t need another water?” Kristin gestured to the plastic glass which held ice cubes and clear H2O.

“No thanks.” College Girl replied. Kristin saw she wasn’t completely foolish; a new drink from a stranger could be drugged. Of course there were other ways.

Kristin nodded in surrender, “If you need anything just ring.”

College Girl only paid a little attention. Kristin saw that the empty pop can belonging to College Girl’s seatmate was still there. She had spotted it earlier and it provided a perfect excuse for her to reach over and collect it. What College Girl didn’t notice was that as Kristin’s hand reached over her tray table and the drink, the spy pushed her ring finger and its partner digit together. This caused a few clear drops to fall from the ring. They all landed in the water and thanks to College Girl’s fake watching of the iPad, didn’t see it.

Having retrieved the can, Kristin left throwing the pop away. From a service station further down she watched as College Girl sat for a little bit and then took a sip from her water. Kristin smirked as she saw the drink happen so soon after she mentioned it. Just reminding the girl that she had the water caused her to take a drink. What happened next was predictable, to her at least. College Girl blinked a few times, feeling the first effects of the powerful drug Kristin had just used. Kristin knew from her own experiences that College Girl would be feeling a little strange, a mix of fatigue and weakness. It would grow quickly, and it did, College Girl putting the iPad down and leaning back into the seat. Maybe she knew what was happening maybe not. College Girl tried to rise but stopped her strength neutralized. Her head rolled to her side, resting on her shoulder. Kristin was already coming over, blanket in hand as the undercover guard feel asleep.

Taking the iPad and putting in the pocket of the seat in front of College Girl, Kristin made sure the girl was comfortable and looked to be naturally asleep. Covered with the blanket it simply looked like she was finally taking a rest and Kristin was just helping her out. The spy even got an approving look from a grandmother somehow still awake, thinking that Kristin was being an extra nice attendant. One down, two to go, one to find, Kristin thought as she returned to her bag. For the next undercover guard, something different was required.

Kristin had a note pad in hand and wrote a quick message on it. She folded it closed and made sure that her small bottle was inside the pocket of her coat. Moving down the aisle she had to go all the way back to coach to get her next target. Solider was dressed like the nickname Kristin had tagged her with. She was older than College Girl, probably early thirties. She wore a Class-A uniform of an Army officer. Although not designed for it, the woman made the dark green jacket with medals and skirt look good. Her hair was blonde and pinned back in a military style. She possibly was former military matching good looks with what looked like a strong physique.

She was reading a foreign policy journal when Kristin approached, “Excuse me.”

Soldier Girl looked at her, “Yes?”

“I was asked to pass you a note.” Kristin handed her the folded note and walked away before the woman could say anything.

Kristin paused briefly on the stairs as she waited to make sure Solider Girl was following her. Sure enough the note had done it. The officer was heading for the stairs, her pantyhosed legs and Army shoes bringing her quickly towards them. Kristin made sure to get up the stairs before Soldier Girl could see that it was her. She walked pass the sleeping upper level passengers and entered the closed lounge. Pushing the curtain aside she closed after walking in. Kristin had to move quickly, reaching into her pocket and removing the small bottle which featured a push down spray top. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them out of sight. Kristin needed the stealth offered by her stocking feet. Standing in the corner near the entrance of the lounge she didn’t have to wait long. Soldier Girl entered and closed the curtain behind her. The lights were down and she didn’t see Kristin in the dark corner. The guard walked forwards a few steps, probably wondering why her boss isn’t here, Kristin decided as she emerged.

Carefully walking forward hoping to not make noise, Kristin raised her spray bottle. The Soldier Girl apparently was duped well by Kristin’s false note, telling her to come to lounge. She kept expecting Agent Lady to appear but didn’t consider that it was a trap. Kristin wasn’t going to complain as she grabbed Soldier Girl from behind and before the woman could say anything or scream, spray a mist from the bottle in front of Soldier Girl’s face. The blonde faux officer gasped as the powerful spray hit her. Kristin felt her body slump almost immediately. The spray in Kristin’s hand was far more powerful than chloroform and worked even quicker. While Kristin preferred the other drug for reasons both professional and personal, on this flight she needed something different. The guard sighed as the spray rendered her completely unconscious.

Kristin lowered the Soldier Girl into a nearby seat. She smiled seeing that pretty soldier laid out in the chair. For a moment, she forgot herself and Kristin let her hands slide down the woman’s pantyhosed legs. Enjoying the feel, Kristin stood up and put her own shoes back on. She was about to move the Soldier Girl when,

“Oh my, is she alright?”

Kristin bit back the curse; after all it was just bad luck. Standing at the other entrance to lounge was a passenger. She was Kristin’s age but shorter. Dressed in a blue sweater and jeans the black haired passenger walked forward. Kristin saw that her jeans were ripped but underneath the girl had on black tights.

“Is that officer okay?” the Passenger asked again.

Kristin was going to have to improvise. She answered to forestall the Passenger from calling for help, “I think she had a little too much to drink, came back to lounge and took a rest, nothing serious.”

The spy had come up with an idea, “Mind helping me get her back to her seat?”

The Passenger nodded, coming forwards. Kristin turned her back to the Passenger and quickly sprayed some of the knockout spray onto the guard’s shoulder. She managed to hide the bottle in her pocket before the Passenger arrived.

“Here I’ll take this arm and you’ve got the other.” Kristin instructed.

The Passenger nodded and did so. Since she was shorter than Kristin and the Soldier Girl, her head was right near the shoulder Kristin had just sprayed. They worked their way out of the lounge and placed the sleeping soldier into an empty seat. Kristin had picked it because she knew it was empty. As the strapped her in with a seat belt, the Passenger got a bit wobbly on her feet.

“I…guess…I’m more tired…than I thought.” The Passenger said, her words getting slower.

Kristin moved to take hold of her and help steady the Passenger, “Here lead me back to your seat.”

Passenger nodded, accepting the help of Kristin. She led the spy back through the lounge and to the forward upper deck seats. Apparently the Passenger had a whole row of three seats to herself. Kristin asked which one was hers and the girl answered that she had the middle seat. Kristin set her down in the aisle seat and said, “Well nobody else is here so why don’t you lie down?”

She nodded weakly in response moving to lie out on the three seats. The Passenger asked for one favor, “Mind…taking…my shoes off.”

Kristin smiled, “Of course.”

She reached over and removed the shoes revealing the black stocking feet. Kristin once more couldn’t help herself. A quick feel of the Passenger’s feet caused the girl to murmur in a satisfied way. She wasn’t quite out. After making sure one seat belt was around her waist, Kristin spotted a small napkin from the airline in the pocket of one of seats ahead of the nearly sleeping Passenger. Taking it she did a quick check on the seats around her. Everybody was asleep or otherwise occupied. Kristin took her spray bottle and put it up against the napkin. A quick spray damped the napkin. She brought it down to the Passenger’s face.

The girl’s eyes were barely open but she suspected something because quietly she said, “What’s…that....uhhhh” the last sigh came as she breathed in the fumes on the napkin.

Kristin held it in place just till the girl was out. Removing the napkin she shoved it into her pocket. Like a reassuring Mom she patted the girl on the head, “Sweet dreams.”

A few minutes later Kristin was back downstairs on the lower deck. Her little problem with the Passenger had now somewhat ruined her plan to deal with undercover guard number three. The third guard was up and looking for Soldier Girl. The two had been seated within sight of each other, so Kristin wouldn’t have been able to drug Soldier Girl like she had College Girl, without the third guard noticing. She had hoped to lure the third one upstairs to get her like Soldier Girl but now Kristin was going to have to improvise.

Style Queen was how Kristin thought of this third guard. A good disguise no one looking at the girl would think much of her thin form. Long raven hair went past her neck. She had on a silken white blouse with dark brown woolen shorts. Brown colored tights covered her legs and she wore expensive flat shoes. She recognized Kristin as the flight attendant who had talked to Soldier Girl. Kristin ducked into the area which had her bag. Quickly she grabbed something from her supplies and dumped it into her pocket. She had just made it because Style Queen was there.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but a friend of mine seems to have disappeared.” The Style Queen asked.

“Oh?” Kristin started, “Well I doubt she got far.”

Style Queen didn’t appreciate the joke. Kristin continued, “I think she went to the upstairs lavatory.”

Style Queen had an expression which suggested that she had no idea why Soldier Girl would go up there. Leaving Kristin behind the girl went upstairs. The spy was right on her tail, making sure to stay out of sight. Style Queen went to the first set of bathrooms, opening the doors that were marked as unoccupied waiting for the ones that were to empty. Kristin had a rough plan of what to do. Checking to make sure no one was paying attention she approached the Style Queen.

“Ma’am” Kristin said getting her attention, “I just saw a lady officer go into the lounge there is a larger lavatory in there.”

Style Queen didn’t pay enough attention; otherwise she should have asked how Kristin knew who she was looking for. Worried about their mission the Style Queen headed to the lounge ignoring the fact Kristin was following behind. The raven haired guard entered the lounge and went over to the lavatory on the starboard side. Kristin once again ditched her shoes inside the lounge area, quietly coming from behind. Her plan was helped as Style Queen opened the door and looked inside the empty bathroom. Before she could close it and move, Kristin dashed forward and pushed Style Queen inside, closing the door with one hand. The one she shoved the guard inside with also tossed a small capsule to the floor.

Holding the door closed Kristin heard the guard bump into the door but before she could make more noise Kristin heard the hiss of the gas capsule going off inside. She could imagine the guard inside looking down at her shoes as the capsule hissed white cloud of gas. Style Queen might have covered her mouth to try and prevent the gas from getting her but such methods wouldn’t work. Kristin knew the powerful gas would render her weak quickly. A bit of shuffling inside could be heard and Kristin figured Style Queen was collapsing onto the toilet seat. She would be slumped inside, her arms and legs limp. Kristin imagined her head falling onto her chest which would be rising slowly as she knocked out.

Satisfied the girl wasn’t getting up. Kristin opened the door careful to not breathe in. The gas had faded but she wasn’t taking chances. Kristin broke the lock and closed the door. It wouldn’t open without some work. As one last measure against anyone taking a look, she put the OUT OF ORDER sign on the outside. It would be a risk having Style Queen locked up in there but Kristin hoped that their early arrival in New York would keep anyone from checking out the lounge again. After all this Kristin took a rest doing some work as her flight attendant cover. Nobody seemed to have taken note of the three knocked out guards or the passenger she had to deal with as well. That surprised her a bit; if there was a fourth guard working undercover on board shouldn’t they have noticed the loss of three of their number.

Two hours till landing she decided it was time to get on with the last bit of her mission even though there still may be a fourth undercover guard. Agent Lady was first. Kristin went into the first class cabin and looked over the mostly sleeping passengers. Karen and Agent Lady were there. The visible bodyguard alert despite the early hour and in need of some caffeine, to judge by the empty pop can. She pushed the signal button for help and Kristin went over.

“Yes, can I help you?”

Agent Lady asked, “Could I get another Coke, but don’t open it please.”

“Ice?” Kristin inquired.

“No.” Agent Lady was smart, hard to drug a sealed can. Not impossible but difficult, that wasn’t Kristin’s plan though.
She got the can of Coke as required but she also slipped something into the napkin. Returning to the seats of her targets, Kristin gave Agent Lady the Coke and napkin. Leaving the pair behind Kristin went back and waited for the bodyguard to react. She left a code word in the napkin. According to the intelligence given to her prior to the mission the word was supposed to force Agent Lady to check in with home. It worked. Agent Lady got out of the seat, telling something to Karen. She proceeded to go upstairs, discreetly followed by Kristin.

Agent Lady was heading to the business section on the upper deck. Located behind the passenger seats behind the lounge, this was where people could use computers without interfering with the aircraft. Kristin carefully followed watching as the Agent got into one of the cubbies where you could sit and work. Nobody else was inside making things easier for Kristin. She pulled out a smart phone and was bringing up the email on it when Kristin came from behind and placed a small injector on the Agent’s neck.

“Uhhh.” The Agent said feeling the prick on the needle.

“Sssh, not so loud now” Kristin ordered.

Agent Lady tried to talk but found she couldn’t. Kristin explained, “A powerful truth serum is entering your system. It also makes you much more open to suggestion. I want to know, how many undercover agents on this plane.”

“I…don’t…know.” Agent answered.

Kristin frowned, “You can’t lie.”

“No…they…didn’t tell me.” The Agent told her. The blonde’s eyes were glazed slightly she was subdued by the serum as well. Her arms rested uselessly on the armrests of the seat.

“Alright, now I want you to do something for me.” Kristin explained for a few moments. The Agent Lady sighed and said she would do as instructed.

Kristin removed the injector and had the woman stand up. She was a bit woozy but didn’t have to go far. The spy removed a lipstick from her pocket and then put some on Agent Lady’s lips. She handed one more item to the bodyguard. Once that was done the Agent was told to go back downstairs. Kristin followed discretely from behind. It was a gamble using the truth/control serum but she figured her luck had held out so far.

Agent Lady sat down in her seat next to Karen. The redhead was surprised by the somewhat dazed expression on her bodyguard’s face. She leaned over and asked (Kristin presumed) what was wrong. Rather than answering, the Agent leaned in and kissed Karen. The kiss took the scientist by surprise but she was quickly overwhelmed by how good the kiss was. Kristin wondered if the blonde had really needed a chemical suggestion to kiss the lovely scientist. They broke the kiss and Karen looked flush, but quickly she looked tired. Agent Lady just returned to her blank look as Karen slid back in her seat and began to pass out from the sleeping beauty lipstick. Once Karen was out, the blonde followed through on her next command. She reached for the laptop that Karen had been working on earlier. The Agent then inserted the specialized flash drive Kristin had given her. A receiver inside Kristin’s bad began downloading the information off the laptop. It took a few minutes but it was done. By this point the drug in Agent Lady’s system broke down. As part of its final design, the chemical release a sedative into her blood stream. Her head settled back into her seat and the blonde’s eyes fluttered, eventually closing. With both women out Kristin went over and packed the laptop up, after all it was almost time to land.

For the last bit of the mission Kristin had to sit tight while the plane landed. She wouldn’t have long before her victims were discovered by somebody. College Girl might even be close to waking up. So Kristin had positioned herself near the front of the plane. A quick trip to the bathroom had let her throw something on under her flight attendant jacket and skirt. She had her bag of tricks hidden in her clothes along with the stolen information. She would leave Patricia’s bag behind, she had no need for it. Sitting in her seat she waited patiently as the plane came in for a landing. There was a slight delay as they waited to taxi to the jet way. Luckily Kristin had the job of opening and securing the airplane’s door. Going over to open it, she did so but rather than coming back inside she headed right through the walkway to the terminal.

Before anyone could say anything Kristin was inside the gate. She gave an excuse of a medical reason for getting off the plane. Nobody had much chance to stop her and Kristin was in the throngs of people. She made a beeline for the ladies bathroom. Inside she found a stall and quickly changed. Off went her flight attendant uniform, letting Kristin change into the white uniformed shirt and black skirt of a TSA officer. She bundled up the clothes and shoved them into a waste bin on her way out of the bathroom. Some security people showed up obviously alerted by her sudden exit. Nobody paid much attention to her though because of the TSA uniform. For extra insurance Kristin had a proper security pass.

Quickly leaving the gate her flight arrived at Kristin saw a Security Only door. Walking up to it she coded in the numbers on her badge. Allowing her access she went in and found a long corridor which would allow her get to the airport security parking lot. Once there she would acquire a car and be home free. She was halfway down the hall when the door opened behind her. Kristin turned and saw another TSA officer, a woman with auburn hair and dressed just like Kristin although she wore black pantyhose with her skirt. At first Kristin thought she would tell her to halt but the woman didn’t say anything. Feeling a bit more secure, Kristin moved to continue her escape.

Kristin was not superstitious, but she did believe in gut feelings. Something made her glance back and she didn’t regret it. The dart fired by the TSA Girl passed right by her head missing by mere inches. The woman cursed and reached for another dart, probably loaded with tranquilizer to fire at her. Kristin just figured out the secret of the fourth undercover guard. She wasn’t on the plane but waiting at the gate disguised as a TSA officer. As the girl raided her next shot, Kristin wasn’t going to give her the chance. She dashed down the hallway and knocked the tranq-gun back just as the TSA Girl tried to fire at her. The dart hit the roof and the two women began to wrestle. Kristin gripped the TSA imposter by her wrists and slammed her into the wall.

TSA Girl countered by slamming her pantyhosed knee into Kristin’s gut. This caused the spy to double over and the other girl tossed her weapon away. She reached for Kristin’s neck to wrap the spy up in a sleeper hold. Kristin responded by sweeping her foe’s legs out from under her. The TSA Girl went down and Kristin jumped a top her. She reached for the bodyguard’s neck, getting her hands around it. Kristin squeezed and the TSA Girl gasped for air. Kristin could see the woman was worried that she intended to kill. In reality she just wanted to weaken the girl a bit. After a few moments of choking, the TSA Girl slowed in her struggles. Kristin let her get some air but quickly reached for her last sleepy weapon for the day. She stood up and kicked off her left shoe. Before the TSA Girl knew what was happening, Kristin put her chloroformed soaked stocking foot over the girl’s face. Desperate for air the TSA Girl had no choice but to breathe in the chloroform soaked into Kristin’s pantyhose.

It was unconventional for sure but that’s why Kristin did this. Her opponent would never have suspected it. The guard struggled a bit, managing to grab Kristin’s ankle, but her strength faded in moments. The pretty auburn haired guard sighed as the chloroform sole sent her into dreamland. Removing her foot, Kristin made sure the girl was out. A quick lift of her arm and check on the eyes showed that the last obstacle to Kristin’s freedom was gone. Putting her shoe back on Kristin made her way out of the hallway quickly. Fifteen minutes later she was in an SUV driving out of the airport. More security people were arriving as she left but in an hour, Kristin would be on a private jet heading to the meet with her buyer.

Another job well done, she thought.

The End