An Enemy Revealed

[Stormtrooper1990]

Several days after her initiation, Miranda Croft, now Operative Nightingale, is slowly becoming adjusted to life in group 6 of the Shadow Intiative. However, a revelation will soon turn the lives of Nightingale and the operatives of group 6 upside down. Now without any further ado...

" Looks like I cannot be called the rookie, any more." said Operative Lupa as she gave Nightingale a fist bump and sat down next to her. " Yes Lupa, but will still be known to the rest of us as babyface." Teased Mira, Lupa went a shade of deep red, as the two other women laughed at her expense. " When she finished laughing, Nightingale picked up an apple " Babyface, I can definitely see it. No offence Lupa, but you look like you should still be in high school" Lupa threw a slice of toast at Mira. " For fuck's sake I'am twenty-three." . The three of them where sitting in the Shadow Intiative canteen, during a busy breakfast. Mira sipped from a glass of water. " Well now your one of us, Miranda, it's time you know a secret Shadow Initiative tradition." Nightingale bit into her apple, and swallowed it suddenly feeling nervous. " This isn't going be like some daft American hazing ritual, where you stick my head in a toilet, is it?" Mira drank a large gulp of water, " No, nothing so barbaric as that I assure you. We each tell one another our real names, it's become like a reminder to us operatives, to cling onto who we were." Now we already now your name, Miranda, so Lupa please introduce yourself." Lupa stood up and performed a traditional Chinese bow. " My name is Chang Ziyi, a pleasure to meet you." Mira finished her glass of her water, and offered her right hand " Sergeant Tanya Chernova, former GRU at your service, Nightingale." Miranda shook her hand, with a firm shake. Lupa, took a slice of toast and bit into it. " But we always refer to each other, by our codenames, makes things easier to remember. Like nicknames." Nightingale took another bite from her apple. " Does anyone know Vesper's name, I tried asking her but she cut me off." Lupa and Mira exchanged dark looks, after an awkward silence it was Mira who answered. " In all the years we've been working together, she's never told us. I have always figured that it reminded her of a past she sooner forget, so I have never pried. All we now is that she's former IDF and Mossad." Lupa finished chewing on her toast. " There is a pool, that the office is running if you can guess her name, it stands at $1500. If--" "-- you win that bet, I would be very careful on what you choose to eat in future, if I were you." Came the cold menacing voice of Vesper, the three of them had no idea how long she had been standing there. They swiftly decided they had lost their appetite. Vesper smiled coldly. " Mira, Lupa you two have a joint operation in Madrid. Nightingale, your with me. Mother wants to see us." Nightingale bade the two good luck and fell instep behind Vesper, as the two left the canteen.

"So what's this about, Vesper, do you have another assignment for me?" As they rounded a corner, Vesper answered " No not you, us. That's all I can say for the moment. Mother can explain it, it's not my place." Before she could move, Nightingale put an arm up to block her. " What's going on Vesper? First you risk evertyhing to recruit me, and now your keeping me in the dark." Vesper looked as if she was going to hit her, but relented. She looked Nightingale, up and down deciding if she should trust her. " I don't why I'am telling you this, but since you arrived someone as been attacking us." Nightingale cast her mind back to the night she arrived. " This was something to do with Miami, right?" Vesper shook her head " Not just Miami, Paris and now Marrakech. Someone murdered a journalist, stole her clothes and planted a bomb in the Swedish Consulate. Killed Aleksandr Nylström, an SI affiliated banker and personal friend of Mother. Now it's everywhere, we were framed for the hit. Our clients are turning away from us and our revenue streams are drying up. And now we have this assignment on top of all this, something doesn't feel right." For a moment, Nightingale thought she heard a note of uncertainly in Vesper's voice. It made her seem more human. She removed her arm from Vesper's path. " Then let's go and get to the bottom of this." For the moment, Vesper looked as if she had a burden lifted from her shoulders, before returning to her usual stoic demeanour.

Vesper, knocked on the door and opened it after receiving a curt 'enter' from the other side. The two women filed in, and sat down in front of a harried looking Mother. " Vesper. Nightingale, I take it you about Marrakech. The world thinks we are monsters with no respect for borders. One of my dearest friends was blown up, and we still don't know who is responsible, for this terror campaign against us. Or even why they are doing it!" She hit her desk hard with her clenched fist. Nightingale and Vesper said nothing as she continued. " We need to come out ahead of this, and find out who is doing this to us and end them. In the meantime." She passed both operatives a file each. Nightingale opened the file, and saw a photo of an elderly man with an aristocratic air to him. " Reginald Fortescue- Smyth, the 14th Earl of Aylesbury. Never heard of him." She read aloud. Mother, helped herself to glass of bourbon. " Neither have I, but according to our client he is at the head of the largest Child exploitation ring in the UK. Your assignment is to infiltrate his manor in rural Sussex, and kill him. With any and all means at your disposal." Vesper closed her file and placed it on Mother's desk. " Forgive me, but the timing is a little off. We get this mission soon after the Marrakech bombing. You don't think this is a trap." Nightingale had to admit, she had the same feeling and admired Vesper for bringing it up. Mother, took a small snifter of her bourbon " That's why I'am sending you both. I believe, that we have a traitor amongst us. The timing of all this is too convienent. Vesper, you are my most trusted alley and my best operative. Nightingale, you have only just joined us so I can safely rule both of you out. Your true mission, is to infiltrate the manor and ascertain then nature of the threat. Then either put it down if you can or exfiltrate with your lives if you cannot." The two women got up from their chairs. " Dismissed, and good luck."


8 hours later, both Vesper and Nightingale found themselves in an SI stealth Blackhawk over the Sussex countryside. They were both dressed in leather catsuits and we're armed, Vesper with her dartgun, Nightingale with the shock pistol. Vesper sat next to Nightingale, and holding a tablet went over the plan. " Here is a satellite image of the manor, it's surrounded by exterior gardens and a high perimeter wall. I don't recommend the front entrance, it as an open driveway any idiot with half a brain will see us coming and pick us off." Nightingale pointed to the rear " Then we go in the traditional way, through the back the servants entrance. We can find a couple of maids, put them to sleep, take their identities. That will get us close to the old man, and we can recon the area without drawing attention." Vesper put the tablet down and got up drawing her dartgun. " Or we could just kill them, leave no loose ends." Nightingale got up and looked her in the eye. " I have no problems with killing hostiles, but I draw the line at civilians. We are better then that." Vesper shoved her slightly with right arm. "Like I said before, you don't know me and you shouldn't presume to know me, you British always so honourable and soft hearted." Nightingale refused to rise to it but pressed. " Why are you always pushing me away? We are supposed to working together, and I still don't known if I can trust you." Vesper turned around and ignored her. "How did you get so cynical? Vesper, who are you?" That stuck a nerve, she rounded on Nightingale. " Why do you even care? Is it so important to you?" She shoved her in the back as she walked past, swearing under her breath. Before she could frame a response, Nightingale heard the voice of the pilot. "30 seconds before infiltration. Good luck agents." She turned and pointed at Vesper. "We are not done." She merely grunted and shrugged.

The chopper dropped them off in a small clearing, just outside the rear gates. As the chopper dusted off, both women hopped the wall careful to hug the shadows to remain undetected. As they got to the edge of the botanical gardens, Nightingale took out a NV scope and scouted the servants entrance." This is off, I don't see a single servant, guard. Not even a guard dog." Vesper looking through her own scope agreed, showing no signs of being ruffled by their argument in the chopper. "That just confirms mothers story, it is a trap. Now we move onto stage 2." Nightingale smiled, knowing what was coming next " We spring the trap, and try not to get killed." As she hopped the hedge, Vesper scoffed " You British, always so pessimistic." Nightingale shook her head as she followed Vesper, who seemed to be enjoying this too much.

As the two made their way inside, through the servants quarters. Weapons at the ready They noted that it was far too quiet. " So goes our plan A, were are the cute maids?" Nightingale quipped. " Maybe it's their day off." Vesper shot back. Of all the things Nightingale was expecting from Vesper in this situation, Humour wasn't one of them. Exiting the servants quarters, Nightingale and Vesper came out to a large cavernous ballroom which had a large viewing screen at the far end. When they reached the centre, suddenly they were lit up by bright spotlights and the face of their target appeared over them on the screen. " Operatives Vesper and Nightingale, so glad you join us on this auspicious evening." Said the face of Fortescue-Smyth. As a platoon of SEB soldiers, garbed in woodland camouflage, flanked the screen.

Vesper stepped forward. " So you are our enemy. The one behind Miami, Paris and Marrakech. You have made a fatal mistake." Smyth was caught off guard " I can hardly take credit for the work of another, it seems that you have another enemy " This time Nightingale spoke up. " So, will you tell us who you are? Or are you going to bore us to death? Smyths jowls quivered in fury " Insolent child. How dare you address the leader of the Consortium, in that manner?" Both women turned to look at each other, eyebrows raised. " Well we have never heard of you." Vesper addressed the screen. " I would be surprised if you did, Child. I suppose we have to thank the SI, for making this night possible. You remember, those fools Vance, Buchanan, Gillespie and Drake. They were all Consortium members, but they were drawing far too much attention to our plans, with their extracurricular activities. We used your organisation to cull these weak minded fools, and you paid your parts to perfection. Suffice it to say, we were impressed but your skills are a threat to us. You would doom our ultimate goal, and we cannot allow that. Wait, i did not say you could leave, kill them you fools." Vesper and Nightingale, had already ran up the grand staircase, before he finished.

As they hid in one of the bedrooms, Nightingale caught her breath. " Did you hear that. He didn't know about the other attacks. We have two enemies. Mother is going to love this." Vesper shussed her and held up a finger. Nightingale heard it too, two separate pairs of footsteps and two female voices.
"This is Davidson, I'am with Parker, we are are sweeping the upstairs rooms north wing, over." The second female voice responded "Roger, shoot to kill. Over" She turned to her partner "We already have two prisoners from Madrid. We don't need spares." The other soldier replied "I love my job." As the two soldiers moved towards the open double door of the room, M4 rifles raised, Vesper readied her dartgun while Nightingale took a candlestick from the dresser. They took up ambush positions, beside the door. Before the two soldiers could react, they stuck. Vesper, grabbed the one on the left and darted her in the side of her neck. The neurotoxin killed her instantly. Nightingale, kicked the legs out from under the second soldier, and pressed the candlestick around her throat. The soldier struggled briefly, until her throat was crushed with an audible crack. Nightingale and Vesper, dragged the corpses into the room and shut the doors.

After got their breath back, they looked at the dead women, they wore forest camflouge uniforms, with the SEB insignia on the right shoulder with matching black tactical vest, helmets, balaclavas, gloves and combat boots. "Strip them, we are walking out of here." Both women stripped naked, and began to strip the dead soldiers. Nightingale removed the tactical vest, gloves, boots helmet, and balaclava. Slipping on the black socks she took from the woman's feet. She noted that the soldier was younger, then herself with short mousy hair, tied back into a small ponytail and the base of her skull. With high cheekbones and narrow grey eyes. She was pretty, but didn't have the fave of a veteran soldier. Nightingale, unbuttoned the girls uniform shirt , and hoistered her into a seated position and slipped it off her shoulders, letting the corpse flop down. This exposed a black sheer vest, that didn't hide the girls small but well formed b- cup breasts, her small nipples peaking through the dense fabric. Nightingale, threw the girls arms up and pulled the vest over her head, slipping the vest on over her own bare chest, the dead soldier had a pair of small but well formed B-cup breasts, with small dark pink areolas. She unbuttoned the dead soldiers combat trousers, working them past her small shapely hips, down past her legs and free of the corpse. This left a pair of black sheer shorts protecting the dead woman's womanhood, In one swift motion she pulled off the shorts and slipped them between her own legs. The dead girl, had a small but cute vulva, crowned with a strip of brown fuzz. As Nightingale expected, the girl had only begun her training, she was athletic but not toned. Nightingale then took out the mimic gun and after assuming the appearance of the dead woman, she took the hair tie and copied the ponytail. She then tossed the gun to Vesper. As former military, it didn't take the two women long to get suited up in their stolen armour. The woman, vesper had stripped, had shoulder length blonde hair c-cup breasts with medium light pink areolas and was clean shaven. When they were finished, they stashed the two dead naked soldiers under the four poster bed. They picked up the fallen M4 rifles, and shouldered them. As they turned to leave, Vesper laid a hand on Nightingales shoulder. " My name is Nadja Gadot, Corporal, former IDF and Mossad, pleased to meet you and when we make it out of here, I will tell you everything." Nightingale smiled under her balaclava. " Likewise, Nadja. Now let's get of out of here."

Both women, walked down the stairs. Their weapons at ease. A soldier at the bottom of the stairs, approached them. "You two, report. Any sign of our rats." Vesper and Nightingale saluted him. " No sir, they must have slipped past us." Nightingale said. The officer swore under his breath. "Motherfucker, what are they ghosts? Alright you two, go outside, sweep the grounds. If you see them, shoot them. Call out your kills. Move it." They saluted and ran out double time. Making use of their stolen uniforms, they walked down the manicured gardens. Past swarms of SEB soldiers, too busy searching in the wrong place. Once they were out of sight, they hopped the wall and signalled for extract.

As they waited for their chopper, Vesper removed her helmet,
and rubbed the back of her neck. " Fuck, they got Mira and Lupa. I thought I trained them better then that." Nightingale, put two hands on her shoulders. "We will get them back. Together, and we will show those bastards who they are fucking with." Vesper smiled " You British, you always know what to say, at the right moment." As they saw their chopper, fly low over the horizon, their ear pieces crackled. It was Mother " Vesper, Nightingale. Good job on getting out of there. But we have worse news. This 'Consortium' and their SEB thugs, have just attacked our Data hub at Chongqing, China. There are many casualties, and our operations compromised. And a old friend, as just called. Dr Cross of Darkwatch contacted us and requested a meet. It seems they were the ones responsible for Miami, Paris and Marrakech. The Consortium attacked them as well." Nightingale exchanged looks with Vesper. " So the enemy of my enemy is my friend, are you sure we can trust her?" Mother sighed, she sounded tired " I don't think we really have a choice, I would like the two of you back as soon as possible." Nightingale and Vesper gave their affirmatives as they boarded the chopper, and flew off into the night.


24 hours later.

Vesper and Nightingale, stood flanking a seated mother at they waited for Dr Cross and her bodyguard. After a short minute, the door opened and Dr Cross walked through, followed by a tall woman with shoulder length black hair, a knockout figure and electric blue eyes. Nightingale could tell by looking at her, that she was no bodyguard. She had the bearing of an accomplished assassin. It was Dr Cross who spoke up first. "Hello, Roberta it's been too long." She held a hand, Mother didn't take it. " Evelyn, not nearly long enough." Dr Cross cocked her head " Ah, Roberta you still have your sense of humour I see." Mother's turned to the mysterious younger woman. " Who's this? Your new protegèe?" Cross turned to the dark haired woman, who spoke up. " I'am agent 94. I'am the one responsible, for Miami, Paris and Marrakech. In fact I just returned from Chongqing. That was to be your final nail in your coffin, but fate intervened." Vesper and Nightingale shot each other surprised looks. As Mother, stood up and eyed Cross. " I don't believe it, you have actually done it. You have made the perfect assassin." She shook her head. Dr Cross smiled "I told you that one day, I would surpass you, and here we are." 94 approached Mother's desk. " All this is irrelevant, our true enemy is out there. This what we propose. I will hunt down the leaders of this 'Consortium' one by one, until I find Smythe and cut the head off the snake. The SI will cripple the SEB, make it too expensive for them to be the Consortium's lapdogs." She held her hand. " Do we have an agreement?" Mother shook her hand and with that, they walked out.

When they left, Vesper circled around the desk to face them "Let's bring Mira and Lupa home." Mother, simply nodded as Nightingale and Vesper left to gear up.

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mimic gun
If "94" accidentally found the body of the victim that was hidden,
then her can know who was the assassin according to the appearance of the victim.

[Stormtrooper1990]

The effect of the mimic guns, lasts only for a couple of hours. Maybe, three at most.

It is designed for an infiltrator, to blend in, complete their objective and get out in the fastest time possible. While protecting the identity of the agent.

[pc305435632]

The effect of the mimic guns, lasts only for a couple of hours. Maybe, three at most.

It is designed for an infiltrator, to blend in, complete their objective and get out in the fastest time possible. While protecting the identity of the agent.

"Polyjuice Potion" in 《harry potter》？
The school uniform in the movie "Harry Potter" looks good.
In the first two films, they wore wool socks, and later they began to wear black tights.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Actually that's where i got the idea, it's like an high tech polyjuice potion

[FemaleSpy]

The effect of the mimic guns, lasts only for a couple of hours. Maybe, three at most.

It is designed for an infiltrator, to blend in, complete their objective and get out in the fastest time possible. While protecting the identity of the agent.

"Polyjuice Potion" in 《harry potter》？
The school uniform in the movie "Harry Potter" looks good.
In the first two films, they wore wool socks, and later they began to wear black tights.

Your discussions reminded me that Harry Potter has always been a good opportunity for YSB, so many possibilities and types of clothing, ranks in organizations, a trite fantasy story, for example, about the introduction of good magicians to evil magicians and penetration into their base, and vice versa, death eaters at Hogwarts either the ministry of magic itself... It's a pity that there is so little on the board on this topic, two scenes from the movie and one story crossover with H2O...

[Stormtrooper1990]

I have always loved polyjuice potion. Ever since it first appeared in CoS. Harry Potter was one of the things that defined my childhood, the other being Pokèmon.

The possibilities are endless...

[pc305435632]

Design a "Fantastic Beasts"
suffocate the victim and suck her brain.
Become her and look for the next victim.

[FemaleSpy]

Design a "Fantastic Beasts"
suffocate the victim and suck her brain.
Become her and look for the next victim.

Yep, similar like from our friend Sound
Or with human vs human too
Or Shadow vs human
Potential franchise, so more ideas

[Stormtrooper1990]

So many possibilities, for shapeshifting creatures.

I love my overactive imagination