It had been a week, since 94 was released from the suspension tank, but the refection that stared back at her from the mirror was her own but somehow seemed alien. She was classically beautiful, with a round face and high cheekbones, with full lips. Her face framed by shoulder length black hair, that shined like sable. But perhaps the most striking feature of all were her almond shaped eyes, with electric blue irises, that shined with a iridescence. She wore a pair of matching medical Scrubs, with a strange symbol of a moon with an all seeing eye at its centre, on her left breast. The scientists, faces hidden with surgical masks, had told her she had been up and about for a week but was a month old. " How can this be?" 94 had asked them, with her British RP accent. She had the looks and the well formed athletic body of a woman in her mid twenties. They smiled, in those faceless masks, and said that Doctor Cross will be along to explain everything. Well that promise was starting to ring a little hollow. She had half a mind to escape her small clinical cell, and seek out this Doctor Cross for herself. The sound of her door opening with a sound like pressurised gas, broke her thoughts. 94 turned to see the new arrival. It was a woman in her early forties, by 94's estimation. She was wearing a lab coat, with same strange symbol that matched the one on 94's scrubs, on her left lapel. Under the lab coat she wore, a blue shirt with a knee high skirt and black high heels. She had a slim built frame with a small bust. The face had a lined but youthful look, with pale green eyes, framed by a pair of wire framed square spectacles and thin lips. Her hair was crowned with short wavy brown hair. In her hands was a small box, 94 felt an odd familiarity with the woman she couldn't quite place. She had a air of wisdom, despite her relative youth. She spoke with a British accent similar to her own. "Hello 94, I apologise for the intrusion. May I come in?" She said softly. 94 crossed her arms over her C-cup breasts. " Doctor Cross I presume? Honestly, I was expecting someone... Older." Dr Cross cocked her head to the side and smiled "Humour, and only a month old. Remarkable." 94 still remained guarded " Yes, I have been meaning to ask you about that." Dr Cross simply smiled, looking over her spectacles. " Please call me Evelyn .I promise you, 94, you will have all your answers. And more. But can I come in?" She said with a merest hint of a mother chiding a toddler. 94 gestured to a small empty chair opposite her bed, Dr Cross sat down and 94 sat down opposite her on her bed. Arms still crossed. " I have a gift for you, 94. Let's call it your birthday present." She handed her the small box. 94 opened it to find a small cylinder, with a rounded hilt. The flat end had a small hole on the underside. There was a small button on the right hand side, framed with the same symbol the moon and the all seeing eye. 94 pressed it, and 6 inch long needle shot out, finely honed to a monomolecular point. She pressed the button again and the needle retracted. She felt the weight in her hand, balanced and keen. 94 felt complete, like a severed limb had been returned. " It is beautiful. What is it?" Cross got up and sat next to 94, gently laying a motherly hand on her shoulder. "This is your sword, 94. You were created to be the ultimate weapon. To vanquish, our enemy the Shadow Intiative and to ensure the rise of the Darkwatch." 94 wasn't sure what that meant, but humoured the good Doctor. Cross gently squeezed, 94's shoulder. " 94, Are you ready to start your training?" 94 looked at the needle in her hand, she took a deep breath. "Yes, I'am ready to learn what I can do."
One Month Later
94, stood outside the entry gate of the Miami raceway, wearing a blue polo shirt and beige slacks with white sneakers.A huge banner hung above the entryway with the legend "Global Innovative Racing" in white over a black background. A voice crackled in her ear, she adjusted her earpiece. " Hello, 94. My name is Castilla Fairchild, but please call me Callista. This will be the first of several missions together. I look forward to working with you. I will be assisting you with advice, surveillance and tactical support" The female voice was Australian, but she found it curiously attractive. " A pleasure, Callista." There was a slight pause. "Welcome to the Miami speedway, 94. The crowning jewel of the US F1 circuit. Today they are hosting a race, sponsored by Global Innovative Racing. The company owned by the Petrovita's, a father and daughter team. Robert and his racer daughter Sierra. And these are your targets, they are secretly fundraisers for the SI, Dr Cross wants them neutralised. In order to send a message, a declaration of war. You needn't worry about collateral damage, 94 you are allowed to use lethal force to achieve your objective. If may make a suggestion, first acquire the clothing and pass of one of the female event staff. You cannot miss them, in their red hats and lycra outfits. This should be enough to give both access to Sierra, who is currently propping up the bar, in the drivers lounge. In her file, it says she is Lesbian. I'am sure being dressed in Lycra, she won't be able to resist your charms. The rest is up to you 94. Good luck."
Creaking her neck, 94 walked pass the crowds towards the entry gate manned by a single uniformed security guard in blue shirt and shorts. He was holding a metal detector in his left hand. " Excuse me, Ma'am. Just stand right there. Hold your arms up." 94 complied, turning around whilst the guard scanned her. Satisfied, he lowered his scanner. "Thanks, Ma'am enjoy the race." He waved 94 through. She shot him a smile. "Thanks, wouldn't miss it." As she strolled through. She passed a crowd of spectators admiring a red race car, but her electric blue eyes were scanning the area for a female staff member. Soon enough she spotted a young woman, around 22 handing out leaflets. She was dressed in a tight lycra top, with a stylised GiR logo flashed across her C-cup breasts, on the back spelled out the company in full. She wore tight lycra bottoms, with grey lining down the sides, that emphasised her pert peach shaped ass, with white pumps on her small feet. The whole outfit left her forearms and midriff exposed. She had a black lanyard around her neck with her pass attached on the end. A red half baseball cap on her head completed her look. 94 noted that she was attractive, with soft blue eyes, and a smooth rounded face. Her brown hair, done up in a small braided ponytail, above her red hat. 94 smiled. She was her way in and exactly her size.
When the girl had finished handing out leaflets, 94 approached her, glancing at the pass which had her name "Britney Campbell" printed below the barcode. "Excuse, me. Britney? The girl smiled warmly "Hello, Ma'am. How can I help you?" 94 pulled her best anguished look. " I lost my phone, back down that alley behind you. I need it, my dad's going into surgery, I have to know if he going to be ok-" She lied. The girl, her face full of sympathy agreed "Don't, worry Ma'am. I know how you feel. Show me where you lost your cell." She lead the girl down the alley, deeper away from the crowded concourse. 94 pointed to the dumpster. "I think I dropped it over by those bins." The girl went In front of her. 94 took the needle out of her shorts pocket, and pressed the button. "Ma'am are you sure, I can't see anything." In a display of lightning agility, 94 clamped her left hand around her girls mouth to stifle her cry of betrayal and with the other stabbed the girl in the back of her neck with the needle, in a downwards motion to prevent damage to her clothes. She died instantly. There was no blood. 94 lowered the dead girl to the ground, pocketed her needle and yanked off the girls pass. She then stripped completely naked, dumping her clothes in the dumpster. Kneeling down beside Britney's corpse, 94 began to strip her. She started by removing the girls hat and unknotted her hair, copying the exact ponytail once worn by the dead girl. 94 then removed the white pumps from the girls feet, then worked off the girls lycra pants from around her hips then down her long divine legs, pulling them free of the corpse. This exposed a pair of white stretchy bikini cut panties, covering her modesty. During her training, 94 learned that everything must be taken from a suitable female subject, in order to conduct a more effective disguise. Underwear included. 94 pulled off the dead girls panties, exposing a small but cute vagina crowned with a small tuft of brown fuzz. She slipped them over, her own bare genitala, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her privates. She then pulled on the lycra bottoms, again she loved the feel of the material on her skin. Next she flicked up the half naked girls arms and pulled off the lycra top. A matching white sports bra covered the girls breasts, 94 pulled the corpse into a seated position and unclasped the bra, slipping it loose from around the now naked girls shoulders letting the corpse flop back down. She glanced down and saw the beautiful, well developed breasts of the dead girl buoyant with youth with small dark pink areolas. She slipped on and clasped the bra. It was a perfect fit. 94 dressed in the rest of the dead girls uniform, finally placing the cap on on her head and looped the pass around her neck. She then scooped up, the naked corpse of Britney Campbell and dropped it into the dumpster. She then retrieved a small round metallic object from the heel of her discarded right trainer, and tucked into the pocket of her stolen bottoms, along with her needle. She tossed the trainer back in and closed the lid. As she walked out of the alley, 94 heard the voice of Fairchild in her ear "Nicely done, 94. Know its on to Sierra."
94, now wearing the stolen uniform of the dead staffer Britney Campbell, easily found her way through the bustling crowds of spectators, drivers and journalists towards the drivers lounge. There she found, her first target, Sierra Petrovita a tall Hispanic woman with dyed close cropped blonde hair. She was wearing a red racer jumpsuit, that hugged her figure, her matching helmet placed on the bar. She was nursing a glass of tequila, looking bored. " That's what I call a three martini lunch." Piped up Fairchild. 94 chuckled " More like a twelve martini lunch, have ever tried tequila?" Fairchild replied " No, but you can hit me up with four can of Fosters, anytime." 94 shook her head as she walked up to Sierra who immediately straightened up. " Well hello there, sweetheart. Are you new here? I haven't seen you here before." 94 leant against the bar, using the stolen uniform to it's fullest to snare Petrovita. "No, today's my first day, I just got my uniform, names Britney Campbell." Petrovita downed her drink in one " Well, Britney, you wear it well, it brings out the best in you." She felt Sierra's gaze along her breasts and ass. She gently caressed 94's forearm with her finger, a sensation she actually found arousing. 94 smiled a flirtatious smile " Are all you racers so fast, or is it just you?" She gently caressed Petrovita's cheek. She was falling, hook line and sinker. " I tell you what honey, why don't you and me go somewhere more private, and you can show me just how fast you really are." Sierra looked hungrily at 94 " Damn girl, your eyes... She took her hand into 94 and led her to the ladies bathroom.Grabbing her helmet on the way. The nearby waitress, raised her eyebrows and busied herself with a clean glass.
94 and Sierra embraced, hungrily kissing each other and Sierra unzipped her race suit, and pushed it down half way, exposing a white tank top, her nipples straining. They entered a toilet stall, 94 threw off her hat and pass and pulled off her lycra top exposing her white sports bar. She straddled Sierra, putting her hand down her white matching shorts, touching her vagina and rubbing it gently elicting moans of pleasure from her target, as petrovita put her hands around 94's waist, softly murmuring her false name. What Sierra failed to see was that 94 had her needle held behind her back. She flicked the needle and quickly stabbed Sierra in the side of the throat with her right hand. She died instantly. 94 panted with sexual desire before saying " Target one, down." She got off of Sierras corpse, and stripped off the remainder of her disguise. "94 what are doing?" 94 begin by stripping off Sierra's boots. "Trust me Callista I have a idea for target two, and I think you'll like it." Before she could form an answer, 94 switched off the earpiece and stripped the racesuit and underwear from Sierras corpse who now sat naked on the toilet. She had nice well rounded breasts will full brown areolas and her vagina was shaved. 94 slipped on the tanktop and shorts, already missing the underwear she had taken off Britney. She put on the racer suit, placing the small metallic object and her needle in the suits pocket and pushed on the helmet, flicking down the visor. As she exited the bathroom, she placed a out of order sign on the ladies door. As she walked out the bar, the waitress caught her eye " That good was it, Sierra." 94 nodded was she walked away. " Yep, it sure was. Poor girl must be dead on her feet." quipped the waitress.
94, now disguised as Sierra made her way down to the pits. The pit crew, dressed in matching red jumpsuits shouted words of encouragement and gave her pats on the back as chambered into the red racer. She started the engine, and soon as the pit door opened she was away. 94 felt a surge of adrenaline as she screamed around the track, bypassing the other drivers. For the first time, since the lab and the training simulations she felt free. After 8 laps she took the checkered flag and won the race.
After she drove back to the puts, she made a show of victory, even flashed a victory pose as jumped from the cockpit. When she was finished, she made her way to the tent where the cup was prepared. There she encounted another member of the event staff, this one was an auburn haired girl, with hair done up in small braided pigtails. Aged around 23, the name on the pass read "Angela Hannigan" "Oh Miss Petrovita, congratulations on that win. You should find your father and celebrate. " 94 flicked out her needle and tore off her helmet. " I really like that outfit." Before the girl could react, 94 pressed her left hand against her mouth and stabbed the girl in the side of the neck, instantly killing her. She lowered the corpse to the ground, and stripped off the racer suit. Naked 94 knelt beside the girls corpse and stripped her of her uniform and underwear. This girl was wearing a blue coloured sports bra and matching thong. After 94 dressed completely in the dead girl's uniform and blue underwear even adopting her braided pigtails, she noticed the girls round breasts with rose petals red areolas and narrow strip of red fuzz between her thighs. She scooped up the naked corpse and deposited her in a nearby crate, then dumped the racer suit on top of her body. 94 then carefully unscrewed the circular device she had been carrying in half and affixed the magnetic explosive charge on the underside of the trophy. She held the detonator in her right hand.
Not five minutes later, she heard, the voice of Robert Petrovita " My daughter, makes me so damn proud. She can't stop winning." The crowd of sycophants laughed in response. " Where is my Daughter anyway? Back at the bar I bet, foolish girl. I told her rwo things in life will kill you, the drink or the girls." Another round of laughter. Petrovita barely acknowledged 94 in her stolen uniform as her picked up the trophy and walked out . She exited the tent watching him, until he reached minimum safe distance and pressed the detonator. She smiled she as saw Robert spread across the tarmac. She turned on the ear piece, "Target two down"
Using the stolen uniform of Angela Hannigan, 94 worked her way through the crowd of panicking spectators and first responders going on the opposite direction. She reached the gate and slipped through. " Well done 94, your first successful mission Congratulations." 94 got onto the drivers side ofv black sedan she came in." Thanks Callista, it was a pleasure." As 94 put the car in gear and pulled out, Fairchild said " Do plan on keeping on that outfit?" 94 smiled as she replied "Absolutely." .
