A Moroccan Affair:- A 94 story

[Stormtrooper1990]

Flush from their success in Paris in seizing control of Dalia Margolis' spy network, Darkwatch have dispatched 94 to Marrakech to assassinate a private banker, with ties to the Shadow Initiative. However, this is a delicate situation and needs all of 94's cunning to see it through. No without any further ado...


The warm African sun beared down on the busy market street as merchants hawked their wears to locals and tourists alike. As 94, wearing a red tank top, sneakers and denim shorts, sat at a market cafe, full of people sipping their cooled drinks desperately seeking shelter under parasols from the sun's punishing rays. As she finished her coffee, 94 heard the now comforting sound of her earpiece crackling, that preceded the dulcet tones of her handler, Calista Fairchild. " Hello, 94. Before we begin, I would like to thank you for bringing me back those pearls from Paris. They were lovely." 94 chuckled " Well it wasn't like Dalia was going to be needing them, and your welcome." Calista gave a nervous laugh " Well her loss was my gain. So onto the mission at hand. Welcome to Marrakech, 94. It's more chaotic then usual, thanks the protest at the Swedish consulate, and that is down to one man. Aleksandr Nylström. He is your target for today, he is a private banker with ties to the SI, unfortunately for him he has been found to have been embezzling millions of dollars from the Morroccan state. He fled here to his native Swedish consulate to get out of the country, before the authorities here catch up with him. Darkwatch, as a cunning plan for you to assassinate Nylström and frame the SI for the murder. Therefore they will not only lose reputation in both Scandinavia and North Africa but the world too, allowing Darkwatch to make a grab on their clients. However, given the sensitive nature of this situation precludes certain restrictions. For our plan to work, 94, you are forbidden to kill any civilian on consular grounds, too many deaths and the ruse will be broken, we will be the ones investigated." 94 let out a low sigh of frustration. " So now Dr Cross, wants to put a leash on me. After all I have accomplished. Thanks, Fairchild." Her handler let a shocked sound, 94 had hurt her. " WE accomplished. 94, I'am just looking out for you, I share your frustration but we must see this through." 94 sighed, suddenly feeling like shit. " Forgive me, Calista. That was unfair of me. So what are my options." Calista returned to her usual cheerful self. " Already forgotten. Now intel reports that a journalist with CNN, Lindsey Lacoeur is due to give Nylström an interview, at the consulate. You can find her, in the hotel carpark south of your position. It also seems that Nylström, likes his massages. Their is a local masseuse due to attend to him. She can be found, in a bar somewhere in the merchant quarter. One more thing, you are forbidden to use your needle. Before you say anything 94, we have supplied you with a garrote. It's a SI speciality. Use it on whoever you chose, it will make it look as if an SI operative killed her and stole her clothes. Whatever path you chose, 94, I will be right here beside you. Good luck."

94, removed her hand from the earpiece. She decided to make her way to the hotel carpark. The journalist represented the best opportunity to assassinate Nylström , and 94 had something very special in mind. She had read a dossier about an SI operation in Boston, in which the operative had impersonated a delivery girl and blown up her target with an explosive concealed in a box. 94 decided to copy the MO for herself, it would have the effect of tying the SI to the assassination. 94 found the journalist in the secluded car park of the hotel, getting out of her car. She was wearing a white pinstripe short sleeve jacket, under which she wore a white v-neck tank top. With a blue neck scarf and her press pass, about her neck with a medallion that hung between her C-cup breasts. A pair of grey slacks covered her legs, with a pair of white sandal heels covering her feet. Lindsey was pretty, aged 26 by 94's estimation, with hair cut into a Bob similar to 94's, accept hers was black whereas Lacoeur's was Auburn. She had shallow cheekbones with a slightly square jaw, and pale green eyes, her features enhanced with red makeup. 94, smiled, she was perfect. 94 took out her garrote, behind her back and faked a Swedish accent. " Excuse me, Ms Lacoeur? My name is Anna Eriksson, I'am from the consulate. I' am here to escort you." She finished getting out ofher car. " Well that was kind of them, they didn't say anything over the phone." 94 flashed her a fake smile " It was last minute, what with the protests and everything. We wanted to make sure, you get through safely." Lindsey turned to pick up her handbag. " Are the protests that b--" She never gave Lindsey chance finish, as 94 looped the garrote around her neck and pulled once, her genetically enhanced strength crushing Lacoeur's throat, instantly killing her. 94 dragged the dead woman's corpse with the garrote to the back of the car, where she unlocked the trunk with Lindsey's keys. There she unlooped it, put it in her pocket and stripped completely naked. 94 knelt by the dead journalist and began to strip her. She started, by unknotting the blue scarf, looping both the press pass and the medallion over the dead woman's head. 94 looped the medallion over her head, tied the scarf around her neck. Next came the jacket, she hoisted the dead woman into a seated position and slipped the jacket from around her shoulders, pulling it loose from the corpse. She let the body flop back down, as she removed the sandal heels and unzipped her trousers. 94 worked them loose from around Lindsey's shapely hips and pulled them past her legs, off her corpse. This exposed a pair of white bikini cut panties, with subtle frilled edges covering her womanhood. 94 removed these with one pull and slipped them up between her legs. She was impressed, Lindsey had a full, well developed vagina crowned with a trimmed strip of red hair. 94 once again pulled the half naked corpse of the journalist upright, holding her arms high in the air and pulled off the tank top over the dead woman's head. Letting the body fall, a second time. The dead journalists breasts were protected by a matching strapless bra, 94 turned the corpse onto her side and unclasped the bra slipped from around the dead journalists naked shoulder. She then clasped the bra around her own bare breasts. Lindsey had a nice pair of well shaped and rounded breasts, with small dark pink areolas. 94 was amazed that she had taken good care of her body. After she finished dressing in the rest of the dead journalists clothes, looping the press pass over her head, 94 scooped up the naked corpse of Lindsey Lacoeur and placed her in the car's trunk, throwing the garrotte inside after her, closing the trunk and locking it. 94 went to the car and retrieved the dead woman's handbag. Opening it she applied some of Lindsey's makeup, and found something suitable to plant the bomb in. It was Lindsey's microphone, 94 unscrewed the bottom, and placed the small explosive charge inside. She then screwed the cover back on and put the detonator in her stolen trouser pocket, next to Lindsey's phone. Her earpiece crackled. " The journalist it is. You fancy a career in television 94? Now, when you are inside with Nylström, play your part as the inquisitive journalist for five minutes. I will call you, that's the signal for you to leave. Just say it's your editor, and the call is important--" 94 finished her sentence "-- I leave the counsulate and boom. I have done this before you know." Fairchild chuckled " I know, I know. You don't need me to babysit you. Good luck, 94." 94 sighed deeply, she never got the chance to say to Calista how comforting she found her voice.

Now dressed in the stolen clothing of dead journalist Lindsey Lacoeur, 94 walked up to the Swedish consulate, a three storey glass and concrete structure flanked by a pair of Swedish flags. A squad of Swedish troops, garbed in digital desert camouflage were struggling to control a crowd of angry locals outside, waving placards in French and Morroccan denouncing Nylström. A Swedish Sergeant saw 94 approach and walked up to her. "You must be that reporter, Lindsey LaCoeur. You have picked a hell of a time, to get your exclusive." 94 smiled " Well the world is desperate to hear Mr Nylströms side, I won't let any protest interfere with that." The Swedish Sergeant shook his head. "Damn press, let me escort you to reception. Get you out of my hair." 94 consented and fell into step beside the soldier. They arrived at reception, and the soldier promptly left her side. 94 was greeted by an attractive blonde receptionist. " You must be Ms LaCoeur, we have been expecting you. I will take you to Mr Nylström, he is up here, in the second floor conference suite. "Thank you lead the way." 94 followed the receptionist up to the second floor, conference suit. She knocked on the door, " Mr Nylström, it's Ms Lacoeur from CNN. For your interview?" A tired voice came from the other side of the door. " Good good, come in Ms LaCoeur." 94 walked through the door, as the receptionist opened it, holding out a hand to Nylström. He looked tired, an old man with sweat beading his bald head, round tortoiseshell glasses framed his blue eyes. "Mr Nylström. Lindsey Lacoeur, CNN. It's good of you to accept our offer, for an Interview." Nylström shook her hand, as the the receptionist closed the door and left. "I 'am tired of all this. I just want to set the record straight." 94 took out the microphone, and set the handbag down on the table between them." That's why I'am here, to hear your side Mr Nylström." They both sat down, 94 discreetly hiding the microphone behind a cushion. She took out a notepad and pen, and gestured for Nylström to began. After five minutes of making notes of Nylströms very dull justifications for his embezzlement. She heard, Lindsey's phone vibrate in her protect. That was Fairchild. She took out the phone, "Sorry. Mr Nylström, that's my editor. This is my editor, it's really important. I will be back in five minutes." Nylström sat back in his chair, his hands over his face. "It's not like I'am going anywhere. Mrs LaCoeur." 94 left the office and walked down the stairs and past reception. " Nicely done,94. Time to light the fireworks." As she got outside, past the protesters. She put her hand down her stolen trouser pocket, and pressed the detonator. A load explosion rang out, followed by the shattering of glass. The protests ran, in panic screaming as the Swedish soldiers left their posts to secure the area. 94 smiled and walked away from the consulate, past hoards of frightened, panicked shoppers.

Her earpiece crackled. " Excellent work as always 94, the SI will be blamed for the murder of a banker they viewed as a liability. We already have set the false paper trials and hacked the CCTV systems of the consulate." 94 approached Lindsey's car, opening the trunk. The naked corpse of Lindsey Lacoeur, still there were she left it. She stashed her old clothes and garrotte in a duffle bag she found in the boot, and closed the trunk. " Thank you, Calista. I think the drinks are on me." 94 walked towards her own rental car, got in and drove away. Leaving the hot African sun behind.