The Nightingale and the Wasp

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following the daring rescue of Operatives Mira and Lupa from SEB custody, the SI as devised a bold and decisive plan to effectively neutralise the threat the SEB poses and their alliance with the Consortium. The plan is codenamed Operation Windfall, and aims to hit the PMC where it will really hurt the most, their pockets. Now without any further ado.


" Ouch! Bloody hell Vesper, you said you were going to go easy on me." Nightingale felt the double jab to her midriff hit home, as she had failed to dodge Vesper's blows for the second time. " So what are you going to do, Miranda? Stand there and whine like a schoolgirl? The enemy will not be as gentle as me. When I said hit me, hit me!" The two women were in the Shadow Initiative gym sparring, it had been 3 days since the rescue of Mira and Lupa from FOB Kestrel. Vesper had agreed to teach Krav Maga, the Israeli militaries martial art, to Nightingale but besides grasping the basics she had not managed to lay as much as finger on Vesper. Nightingale caught her breath before she renewed her offensive, she aimed two quick punches at Vesper's head but the blonde woman just flowed around them like water, before grabbing Nightingale's third punch and jabbing her twice under the right armpit. Nightingale, yelped in pain as Vesper threw her back. " Come on Miranda, you are better then this. Do not attack with emotion, attack with aggression. Incapacitate your foe as quickly as you can, remove his capacity to fight. Come at me again." Nightingale rubbed her armpit, as she shifted back into combat stance, this time launching a string of body shots to Vesper's Torso, but Vesper easily weaved away from her clumsy blows. Frustrated, Nightingale tried to do a roundhouse kick to Vesper's head, but she had read Miranda's intent. In one swift move, Vesper ducked Nightingale's right foot and with her right foot caught Nightingale's trailing leg. Vesper, used Nightingale's weight to throw her to the ground, Nightingale sprawled on the gym mat momentarily stunned before Vesper stood over holding out a hand. " You have potential Miranda, but you use your emotions to telegraph your actions, remember aggression not raw emotion." Nightingale rolled onto her back and accepted Vesper's hand. " So wax on, wax off." Drawing a laugh from Vesper, as she pulled the Englishwoman up from the mat. The force of the pull, caused Nightingale to bump into Vesper as she caught her. Suddenly, whether from the exhilaration of a good sparring session, or their blossoming feelings for each other, the two women suddenly began to draw closer together, their lips brushing each other. " Attention, all operatives and analysts please report to the bullring." The sudden announcement from the tannoy caused both women to pull away, in surprise. Vesper swore under her breath, as Nightingale put a conciliatory hand on her shoulder. " Well, I'am up for round two later. My reach, against your flexibility." She teased as Vesper caressed her forearm. " I think round two will definitely be closer." They both laughed as they proceed to the bullring.


When they reached the bullpen, a crowd of Operatives and analysts had assembled a ring around Mother. " Attention, SI, as of this moment we are operating under the Marrakech Proclamations. Following the Marrakech incident, the SI launched a full scale investigation into our protocols and activities across the globe. They found widespread abuses in authority and a complete lack of accountability in SI operations. Furthermore, this allowed the Consortium to use us to their own ends, until they were done with us. They believed us tools to be used and discarded, with these proclamations we will prove them wrong. As of today, we will seek to use non-lethal means to reduce needless death, only our targets will feel our sting. We will become more open and transparent in our dealings with our clients, and we will hold ourselves to a higher standard then our enemies. Alright everyone, back to work." There was a wave of surprised murmuring amongst the dispersing crowd as Mother held up two beckoning fingers to Nightingale and Miranda, as the two operatives followed her into her office, Mother closed the door as the two women sat down.

Vesper helped herself to glass of water and poured one out for Nightingale, handing it to her as she spoke. " A bold move, but you must know this could split the SI, maybe forcing some into the waiting arms of Darkwatch." Mother rubbed her temples " I'am aware of that Vesper, but it had be done. There as been enough killing, don't you both agree?" Vesper suddenly looked away, a dark look in her eyes for a moment Nightingale thought she saw shame. Nightingale drank a sip of water. " I have only been here a week, and I have killed two people. The less life taken in the pursuit of our objectives the better." Mother nodded, satisfied with Nightingale's answer. " I have an assignment for Group 6. Something tells me, it will be right up your alley." She handed them a file each. As they opened them Mother continued " Welcome to Operation Windfall, a worldwide systematic attack on the SEB. Group 4 will take London, Group 5 as New Delhi, and group 7 will hit Sydney. Our goal is to hit them where it will hurt the most, their wallets. What you have there, is the Eagle's Nest, the SEB headquarters, the crown jewel. It controls the entire payroll for SEB personnel in the Continental US, and the Americas." Nightingale looked at the satellite photograph, the site was twice as big as FOB Kestrel. " You want us to stage a heist, ripoff the payroll. A lot of unhappy soldiers..." Mother rented her fingers, smiling finishing her sentence." ... means the SEB will cut their losses and break off their contract with the Consortium. Destroying their hard won reputation, like that." She snapped her fingers. Vesper drank from her glass " What does SI, plan to do with the Money? I assume it is to recover our losses thanks to 94's and the Darkwatch's campaign against our assets? Mother leant back in her chair. "As sharp as ever, Vesper." Nightingale studied the dossier. " They use a civilian armoured car company, to transfer the money. Excellent, we have the route and the schedule, that's interesting the two regular guards are female." Nightingale and Vesper swapped smiles, a plan forming in their minds. Mother leant forward, her hands on the desk. "Remember, ladies. Keep it clean, no blood, no bodies. It is the start of a new era for the SI, and we are it's heralds. Good luck." Vesper and Nightingale finished their drinks, and shook hands with Mother as they walked out of her office, to gear up.


"Remind me why we didn't just disguise ourselves as highway maintenance, instead of staging this stupid accident." Came the voice of Operative Lupa, as Group 6 found itself on a secluded back road halfway between Pittsburgh and the Eagle's Nest. It was Vesper who answered " Because, we are on a tight schedule. Traipsing around Pennsylvania, looking for an all female maintenance crew is not an ideal use of our time and talents". They had faked a head on collision in the middle of the road, with Mira and Lupa as the unfortunate motorists. Even daubing blood effects on their faces, to sell the deception. Vesper and Nightingale, were hidden in ditches at the edge of the road, dressed n all black, wearing balaclavas. Their shock pistols at the ready. As Lupa made the final touches to a particularly nasty looking head injury on Mira's head, she said. " I think the Marrakech Proclamations are the right call. I have taken so many lives in the course of my career here. Some of them I can still see in my dreams, I tried to tell myself it was the greater good but it is hard to sleep some nights." Lupa nodded, looking grave. " You now, I killed a young girl in Mexico City, stripped her for her school uniform. I have killed many people, but she sticks in my mind, always. I would like to make it right someday." Nightingale could make out Vesper, she had a haunted hollow look in her eyes, as Lupa spoke. Vesper held up her Night Vision binoculars and spoke." Alright,cut the chatter group 6. Have lights on the road, it's our truck. Everybody in position.


Guards Gina Harrison and Abigail Spencer, where making good time towards the Eagle's Nest. For Gina specifically it meant she could get the chance to ogle many handsome Mercenaries. Both women were 21 years old, and had only been with Pittsburgh Armoured Transport LTD for a little over a year. They both were using they wages to pay their way through college. Both women were dressed in their company uniforms, navy puffer jackets with the American flag on their left shoulder and company badge on the right. Their nameplates, buffed and polished on the right breast, company badge on the left. Under which they wore their navy company short sleeve polo shirts, with company logo on the right breast. The garments did nothing to hide their figures, gunbelts with a Glock 17 and pepper spray, each held up navy uniform trousers which ended in laced black ankle boots. Baseball caps with the company logo perched on their heads, completed their look. Gina had her long brown hair knotted up in a ponytail, looped through her baseball cap. Her hazel eyes and shallow cheekbones, enhanced her natural beauty. Her friend and partner Abigail was blonde with her hair done up in a bun at the base of her neck, her slightly tanned skin, high cheekbones and baby blue eyes were a hit with men, and other women alike.

As they drove forward, their headlights, could make out two cars on the road, both wrecked with two women stirring, hanging out of thier windshields. Abigail put an hand to her mouth. " Oh my God, Gina look. We should go see if they are alright." Gina stopped the truck, they were behind schedule but her compassion overrides any duty to her job. " Ok Abi, get out seen if you can get a signal on the phone, call 911." They both got out of the truck, Gina rushed ahead to offer aid. Before Abigail could reach for her phone, she felt a gloved hand, clamp over her mouth and the cold feeling of a gun barrel pressed over her temple. " Keep calm don't make a sound or I will shoot you, nod if you understand." It was a British woman's voice. Abigail nodded, "Okay let's go get your friend." As Gina ran forward, she went to one of the women, a very young Asian female. " It's okay sweetie, helps on the way. Abi, were is that ambulance?" Her mouth opened wide, when she saw her friend with a gun being held to the side of her head, by a black-clad female figure in a ski mask. Before she could react, felt a gun barrel press the back of her head, followed by a low menacing female voice. "You make a sound, you and your friend are dead, understand." Gina put her hands up, as they lead her to the middle of the road. By now the two other women we're armed and pointing their guns at that. " Look, we are not carrying any money. Just let us go, there is no need for violence." Both women in black pointed their guns at them, the British woman spoke " Lose the gunbelts, now!." As both guards complied, Gina shouted " What do you want?!" The menacing woman spoke next " It's nothing personal, but we need your clothes and your truck." As both women aimed Gina swore "What the fu--uh!" She never had the chance to finished as both guards were hit by shock bullets and fell to the ground unconscious."

Nightingale laughed and pulled off her mask, " That last part. Bloody hell, Vesper. That was priceless" Vesper walked over, peeling off her own skimask "That was pretty fun, they practically pissed themselves." As Mira and Lupa took up watch, Nightingale and Vesper walked over to the fallen guards. Vesper knelt beside the brunette " I will take this one, she's practically my size." Nightingale looked down at the other guard "Looks like I'am going blonde." They both stripped naked, and began to undress the sleeping guards. Nightingale started by taking off the girl's baseball cap and set it down, as she hoisted the unconscious girl into a seated position and removed her puffer jacket from around her shoulders. She flicked the sleeping guard's arms up and pulled the polo shirt over her head, revealing a blue underwired t-shirt bra covering her B- cup breasts. Nightingale reached around then girl's back and unclasped her bra, letting the half naked unconscious girl flop back onto the ground, revealing a pair of small, firm and rounded breasts with small light pink areolas. Nightingale slipped the bra on and clasped it over her breasts. She, then unlaced the ankle boots, removing them from her feet along with a pair of white socks, Nightingale slipped on the socks over her feet. She then unzipped the uniform trousers, working them loose of the girls rounded hips and pulled them down her long legs, off her unconscious form. The only thing protecting the girls dignity was a matching blue bikini cut thong, Nightingale removed the garment with one pull and slipped them over her between her legs. The girl had a cute, nicely developed vagina, crowned with a strip of golden fuzz. Nightingale got dressed in the guards uniform, took out the mimic gun, and after taking a sample of the sleeping girls blood, become a carbon copy of the now naked sleeping girl, her auburn pixie cut turning into shoulder length blonde. She worked the girl's scrunchie out of her hair and copied her bun, then placed the baseball cap on her head. Nightingale tossed the mimic gun to Vesper, who shifted from platinum blonde to brunette, she knelt by the naked brunette and worked her tie out of her hair, copiing the ponytail. The brunette had nice well rounded, buoyant C-cups with medium light pink areolas, with a narrow strip of brown pubic hair crowning a full vagina. Now both fully dressed in their stolen uniforms, Vesper looked at the nude brunette " You know this girl, wasn't wearing what I would call standard issue. Very sexy black lace." Nightingale laughed " She probably had a date lined up. Mira, Lupa. Get these two tied up, and out of sight." Vesper tossed Mira a phone. "Once we have the money, and are clear of the base. We will call you, then meet you at the rendezvous." Mira gave Vesper and Nightingale a thumbs up as they begun to tie the naked guards up. Both women got into the truck, with Vesper behind the wheel. " Okay, Nadja. Let's go make some money." Said Nightingale as Vesper started the trucks engine, driving towards the Eagle's Nest.


As Vesper and Nightingale neared the Bases gate, they were flagged down by a SEB trooper in woodland fatigues. " You are late again, figures never send a woman to do a man's Job." It took all of Nightingale's willpower not to shoot this sexist prick, however Vesper simply turned to the soldier. " Look buddy. We are already behind schedule, as it is. Would like to explain to your comrades, why they aren't getting paid because you chose to be a smartass. Because I could turn this truck around right now." The soldier relented "Alright, alright, alright. For fuck's sake, I was just being civil." They were handed visitors passes by the guard and we're waved through. As they drove away, Vesper rolled her eyes. " Men, never could stand them. Prefer the females of the species" Nightingale squeezed Vesper's hand, she returned the gesture then let go. They drove towards the warehouse at the far end of the base, were the pay would be loaded. Ahead they saw a team of 5 SEB soldiers in fatigues, led by one female officer. She walked towards the driver's side, Vesper wound the Window down. The Officer stepped up to the window. " Hi there, just reverse into the warehouse, and we can get you loaded up and on your way" She spoke with an Irish accent. Vesper nodded. " No problem." As the officer and her squad moved aside to admit the truck, Vesper reversed the truck into the cavernous warehouse. They both got out, Vesper supervised the loading as the officer walked up to Nightingale with the manifest. " Here is the Cargo manifest, it's a little more then usual." Nightingale looked at the figure on the manifest, not giving anything away she took it signed for it and tucked it under her stolen jacket. $500 million dollars of "little more then usual" she smiled at the officer, walked towards Vesper who was busy supervising the loading of the money. The $500 million was divided into 5 boxes of what Nightingale suspected was Gold bullion. It took 10 minutes to load the truck, once they were finished, the SEB soldiers, tapped the back doors of the truck as the officer approached Vesper. " Have a safe journey back, and try not to get robbed. That's $500 million of our money you are carrying in there." Vesper flashed a smile. " Don't worry, you money is in safe hands." Satisfied the officer base them farewell and ordered her men to fall in as Vesper revved the truck and made her way out of the base.


10 minutes later they were, driving down the road, with their prize. Nightingale turned to Vesper. "Nadja, did you know that we have $500 million dollars in the back of our truck." Vesper's eyes widened " You are shitting me aren't you, Miranda?" Nightingale shook her head. Vesper glanced in the back of the truck. "Does the SI know, how much money there was?" Again Nightingale shook her head "According to the file, no they just wanted the money stolen. They had no idea of the amount." Vesper rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand, swearing under her breath. Nightingale looked at Vesper, who kept her eyes on the road. " Nadja, I have got a crazy idea. You might just like it. We take $100 million, one box split it with Lupa and Mira. That's $25 million each." Vesper glanced at Nightingale, looking at her like she had gone crazy. " We would ripping off the SI, if Mother finds out..." Nightingale laid a hand on Vesper's shoulder. " No-one will find out. This is for us, and our atonement, besides they get the $400 million from us and who knows how much from the other teams. They won't miss a measly $100 million." Vesper blinked her mind considering Nightingale's offer. " We do have a lot to atone for, me most of all. Alright, let's do it. " Nightingale took out the mobile and dialled. "Mira, we've done it meet us at the rendezvous. We have a crazy idea."


As they met at the rendezvous, Vesper and Nightingale, still wearing the appearances of the two guards, got out of the truck. They approached Mira and Lupa and led them to the back. Vesper, unlocked the door and showed them the payroll. Mira let out a low whistle. " So that's what $500 million dollars looks like. " Lupa sat on the tailgate, her eyes widening " I never have seen this much money in my whole life." Mira turned to Nightingale " So Miranda, what's this crazy plan you have, and will I like it?" Nightingale told the others what she told Vesper, her plan how they would split the money and why. After she finished Mira laughed "It's is ballsy and bold. Alright, I'am in. Fuck the SI, all we ever get is a measly 5% commission anyway. Besides, we could use this money as reparations. In a weird way we are honouring the Marrakech Proclamations." Vesper turned to Lupa who nodded " I'am with you, anything to make up for all the damage we have caused." Miranda jumped down from the back of the truck. "We take this box, with a pledge. An end to the killing, from now on we use our skills to avoid senseless death. We hold ourselves above our enemies." They all fist bumped, and took one box from the truck, burying it in the clearing, making a note of the coordinates. When they were finished, they got back into their vehicles and drove back to SI Headquarters.

By the time they reached New York, their disguises had faded, Nightingale was pleased to see her face again. They changed out of their stolen uniforms, and supervised the unloading of the bullion. No-one seemed to know that they were a box short. They said their farewells to Mira and Lupa, as they proceeded to their debriefing with Mother. As they entered her office, Mother got up, with a huge smile and clapped them both on the shoulder. " Operation Windfall was a huge success, more then we could have anticipated .Together we stole $1 billion dollars, from the SEB, we expect results from the operation as soon as tomorrow. Ladies a toast." She poured out a measure of bourbon in three glasses, and offered them to the two operatives. " To the largest heist in world history. And to bringing the SEB to it's knees." They clinked glasses and downed the warm liquid. " Get some rest you two. We are planning the final nail in the coffin for the SEB, and we need group 6 ready." Vesper put her glass down " Group 6 will be ready, as always. Mother" With that they were dismissed, when they were out of sight of Mother's office. Vesper, gripped Nightingale's hand. "What do you say, to round two." Nightingale kissed Vesper on the cheek " I'am game if you are." Vesper grinned widely, lust in her eyes. As she led Nightingale to her quarters.


Nightingale, snuggled next to a naked Vesper. Feeling the warmth of her skin, and the deep sound of her heartbeat, they had made love twice in the night, despite the !ack of space Vesper's single bed afforded. For the first time, in a while Miranda felt at peace. This was the first time she had loved someone, she had had her dalliances during her youth and military service but never anything like what she felt for Vesper. Miranda buried her face in Vesper's bare back as she started to fall asleep.

As Vesper, warmed by the naked body of Nightingale, beside her began to dream. She began to see faces in the dark, indistinct at first, like a photograph negative but they become clearer with each passing second. Men and women, the faces of those she had killed. Many of them, asking her one question "Why?" One face becoming distinct from the others, a blonde girl, her head lolling to one side, her neck broken. "Get away from me" Vesper cried repeatedly. But the faces kept on shouting "Why?!" Vesper carried on shouting " Go away!" A total of five times, before she woke up screaming, sweat beading her forehead.

Nightingale was woken up by Vesper's shouting. She shot up, with her, laying an arm around her naked shoulders. "Nadja, what is it! What's wrong?" Her face full of concern. Vesper took deep breaths, ties streaming from her eyes. " I saw them, all of them. The faces of the people, I have killed. That asked me why, I couldn't answer them." She turned to Miranda. " I saw her, that blonde officer from Kestrel. The one that surrendered, but I killed her anyway." Miranda drew Nadja into a hug, it broke her heart to see her this way. " I meant to ask you about that. But I couldn't bring myself to ask you." Vesper laid her head on Nightingales shoulder. "Well you should have. I froze, I saw Lupa tied in that chair, beaten and bloody. It brought it all back. I saw Gallia there, dead instead of Lupa, alive. Then a rage took me, a red mist. I snapped her neck and tossed her inside that cell. You know what I felt at the time, nothing. Not a fucking thing. But now I feel nothing but guilt. I'am a monster." She cried. Nightingale held her close and rocked her. " I will help through this Nadja, I love you and I forgive you." Nadja looked up at her and kissed her deeply. "Thank you. I love you too." They stayed locked in the embrace for 5 minutes, till tiredness overcome them and they fell to sleep.

[simon4242]

on of the best written stories on here you have provided the balance between the vespers /mirandas and 94 ,thats all i have ever wanted ,well i dont enjoy 94s killing of some innocents that is what being a hitwoman entails ,killing is her job and while i would like some karma for her .that aint gonna happen,with characters like 94 its hard to develop and humanise someone like that but that is what makes her an excellent hitwoman a lack of humanity ......as you continue your journey as a writer on here you are raising your bar on here and bringing these characters to life ,the vesper and miranda coupling is inspired......a catalyst for change.....i doff my cap to you now if you could just rescue LT morales......lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thank you, Simon 4242 for your support. I appreciate it

[simon4242]

now if you just rescue my fave character morales lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

That could be arranged...

First, they need a break from somewhere.

Two. They would need to mug a group of women to get some clothes.

Three. Morales and her team would probably get fired, for allowing themselves to get captured.

[simon4242]

then they could have become private contractors working with vesper and miranda......lol or at least morales and her more cynical number two

[Stormtrooper1990]

I'am sure the SI would take them on. What happened in their past is forgotten, its what they do in the now is what matters.

[simon4242]

exactly i especially enjoy the balance between morales and her number two

[meditions142]

Love it. The take out of Gina and Abigail. Another great ambush. And of course you made it clear they were both good looking young women.

I like that Nightingale and Vesper were reminded "keep it clean, no blood, no bodies." However, I am assuming the shock bullets were not exactly a pleasant experience for both girls.

Loved the detailed description of Nightingale stripping Abigail. Love the image of letting Abigail's body falling back to the ground with her cute breasts exposed.

I also like the touch of Gina wearing nice racy undergarments.

Wonderful scene.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks for reading meditations

I think Gina and Abi, will wake up tied up in the forest with massive headaches and the sensation of being very cold. Plus Gina didn't make her date.

I really like writing Vespers and Nightingales scenes, especially Vesper and her journey back from the black. Thanks to Nightingale.