On Top of the World:- A 94 story

[Stormtrooper1990]

Fresh from their assignment in the Maldives, 94 and Fairchild have been dispatched by the Darkwatch to the Burj-al-Ghazali, in Dubai, to assassinate two key members of the Consortium's inncer circle, Marcus Stuyvesant and Carl Ingram. Now without any further ado...


As 94, dressed in a blue flannel jacket with white tank top jeans and sneakers, sat in the lobby of the Burj-al-Ghazali flicking through a programme, she felt the welcoming sensation of her earpiece crackling, it could only be the dulcet lilt of her handler Calista Fairchild. " Hello,94, I see you have a lovely tan, thanks to our little vacation to Haven Island, it really does bring out your eyes. Anyhow, welcome to the Burj-al-Ghazali soon to be inaugurated as the world's tallest building. It is the baby of Sheikh Omar al-Ghazali, who happens to be one of the main financial backers of the Consortium, but he is not a member himself, and this brings us to the reason of our visit. The Sheikh is playing host to two key members of the Consortium's inner circle, our targets for today. The first is Marcus Stuyvesant, a sort of a Steve Jobs of the art world, he can be found roaming the arts and events section on the ground floor near your current position. The second target is Carl Ingram, a big name trader and the chief accountant of the Consortium. He can be found enjoying the creature comforts of the Sheikhs luxurious penthouse, at the top of the Burj." 94 placed the programme down on the table. " Is the Sheikh a listed target, Calista?" Fairchild made a negative sound. " No, he is off limits. Once you are finished here, the Darkwatch wish to court the Sheikh, and offer him triple what the Consortium pay him. Securing his backing will be a great boon, to our Middle-East operations." 94 nodded "Understood, the Sheikh gets to keep his life." There was a pause as Calista opened a can of fizzy soda. " Well good luck 94, I will be here watching your back and enjoying your work. Good luck, 94"

94 rose from the lobby couch and surveyed the area, in order to reach the staff areas of the arts and event centre, 94 would need to acquire an event staff uniform. Luckily, she spotted a female staff member who would be a suitable match, walking towards the Ladies bathroom behind her. The woman, who had the tanned skin, almond shaped brown eyes, shallow cheekbones and heart shaped face of an emirati, was wearing the uniform of the event staff. This consisted of a long sleeved white shirt trimmed with gold on the cuffs and collar, over which she wore a gold patterned vest with a nameplate stenciled with STAFF on her left breast. A knee length black skirt with her legs encased in black tights, ending in a pair of back pumps on her feet, completed the look. She had her dark black hair done up in a sensible bun at the base of her neck. 94 smiled, and followed her into the ladies bathroom. She discreetly locked the bathroom door behind her, waiting until the woman was finished, readying her needle. As soon as the stall door opened and the staffer approached the sinks, 94 in one quick motion, clamped her left over the woman's mouth and with her right hand stabbed the woman in the back of her neck, in a downwards motion. She died instantly, 94 lowered the woman's corpse to the floor and stripped off her clothes. Now completely naked, she knelt beside the dead woman and began to strip her. She first worked the woman's scrunchie out of her hair, adapting a short ponytail. 94 then unbuttoned the woman's gold vest, and slipped the garment from around her shoulders. She then removed the dead woman's black pump from her small feet, unzippered her skirt and pulled it free of the dead woman's hips, down her legs finally freeing them of the body. 94 then gently rolled down the black tights from around the woman's waist, taking care not to ladder them. When she was finished, she noted the solid black panties that protected the former staffers woman hood, 94 removed these with one smooth motion and slipped them on between her thighs. The dead woman had a full well developed vagina, crowned with a trimmed fan of dark black pubic hair, with a pert peach shaped ass. 94 gently rolled the tights up her legs, using the half naked corpse to steady herself. She then hoistered the corpse, into a seated position unbuttoning her uniform shirts and slipping it from her slender tanned shoulders. This revealed a matching solid black underwired bra, that covered her C-cup breasts, 94 reached around the dead woman's back, unclasped the garment pulling it loose from her shoulders. Letting the now naked corpse hit the bathroom floor, 94 clasped the bra over her bare chest. The dead staffer had a pair of beautiful, tanned well rounded C-cup breasts with full dark-brown areolas. She finished getting dressed in the dead woman's uniform, 94 put her needle and a clear vial of poison in the pocket of her stolen skirt, picked up the naked corpse under shoulders and deposited her on the toilet bowl. She then closed the stall door, retrieving an out of order sign from the attendants cupboard. 94 placed the sign on the ladies bathroom door on her way out.


Now dressed in the uniform of the dead event staffer, 94 made her way across the lobby and into the staff only area in the arts and crafts section. As she made her way further down the corridor, she encountered two female members of the Art Crew. They were both Caucasian, and were wearing a black and white short sleeve top with the legend "OLNF + OLLISON" on their left breast and repeated above the right sleeve, the Word "Accumulus the sky is the limit" stencilled in white across their breasts, with their name underneath it. Their access passes hung on a blue lanyard, about their neck, also with their name. Black cargo pants covered their legs, which ended in black leather work boots. 94 listened in The first woman, who was holding a tablet said" You know that Sun display, that Marcus rave's about?" It's an accident waiting to happen." The second woman agreed " Yeah, all you need to do is up the power and it turns into a painful light parade." The first, her name was Claire Phillips, according to her top, replied " All this money to build this place, you would think the Sheikh would spend a little of health and safety. Well I have to go, I need to check the inventory." She bade the the second woman farewell. 94 appraised her, she was young and pretty with shoulder length brown hair cut into a Bob, high cheekbones, blue eyes and a rounded face. 94 grinned, her uniform looked a decent fit and she would need it to get into the control room for the sun display.

94 followed Claire Phillips, into a secluded store room discreetly locking the door behind her. 94 readied her needle, creeping silently on the clueless woman who was too busy working on her tablet, to notice the danger behind her. 94 pounced, clamping her left hand over the woman's mouth and stabbing her in the back of her neck with her needle, her tablet fell to the ground and shattered. The woman didn't know what hit her. 94 lowered the corpse to the ground, stripping off her event staff disguise, now completely naked she knelt by the corpse of Claire Phillips, and began to strip her. 94 unlooped the lanyard over the woman's head, then unlaced her black boots from her small feet, removing the black socks and slipping them on her feet. She then unbuttoned the dead woman's cargo pants, working them free of her shapely hips pulling down her long legs, liberating them off the body. A nude coloured bikini cut thong protected the dead woman's modesty, 94 slipped these from between the dead woman's thighs, pulling them over her bare womanhood. This exposed a small but cute pink vagina, crowned with a trimmed strip of brown pubic hair, and a small well-rounded ass. 94 flicked the half naked corpse's arms above her head, pulling off her top over her head, leaving a matching nude coloured t-shirt bra covering the dead woman's C-cup breasts. 94 rolled the half naked corpse onto her side, unfastened the bra, slipping it free of the woman's shoulders, then clasped it over her own bare breasts. Claire Phillips had a pair of well developed, firm and buoyant C-cup breasts with rose petal shaped light pink areolas. 94 finished dressing in the rest of Claire Phillips' uniform, it was a comfortable fit , she put her needle, and the poison vial in her stolen trouser pocket, and looping the access pass over her head. She scooped up Claire's naked corpse, dropping her in a nearby crate, along with her broken tablet. 94 then dumped her discarded event staffer uniform over the naked corpse, and closed the crate. She then left the storeroom, in search of target one.

94, now dressed in the uniform of dead art crew member Claire Phillips, made her way into the sun display control control room. She could make out her target, Marcus Stuyvesant giving a talk to a crowded audience. He was a bald man, wearing a peaky cap and rounded spectacles. As soon as he finished giving his speech, he touched the display giving a thumbs up to 94 in the control bay. 94 flashed one back, and turned the power on full blast. She laughed as she saw 50'000 volts of electricity pass through Marcus, his body jerked and bucked, smoke rising from his ears. The crowd dispersed, screaming in terror at the horrific spectacle before them, desperate to leave the display. As soon as the dead body of Marcus Stuyvesant hit the floor, 94 signalled Fairchild " Target 1 eliminated, it was quite shocking." She said with a sadistic smile. Fairchild laughed nervously "You are awful, 94. Every inch. Great work, that's one down, one to go. The best way to the penthouse, is through the back maintenance stairway and only maintenance staff is allowed to access them." As 94 exited the control room, walking down the corridor, she spotted a female maintenance worker walking in the other direction towards her. "Don't worry, Calista I just found a change of clothes."

94 appraised the maintenance worker, she was young and of Emirati descent, with tanned skin, big brown almond shaped eyes with a rounded face. She was attractive. She was wearing a uniform that consisted of a navy short sleeved polo shirt, with orange lined sleeves and collar, with the company name "Clean Repair" on her left breast, over her small B-cups. Her ID was pinned to the centre of her shirt. She wore a matching pair of uniform trousers, ending in a pair of black work boots covering her feet. A pair of white gloves covered her hands, and a matching baseball cap with the company logo on the front, under which her dark black hair was done up in a short ponytail, looped through the back of the cap, completed her look,she was holding a tool box in her right hand. 94 approached the girl, "Excuse me Miss, I have a problem with the air conditioning in one of the storerooms. It's baking in there and I cannot work. Would you be a dear, and took a look at it please?" The girl flashed her a sympathetic smile, glancing at her name on the chest of her stolen top. " Ok, Claire. It would be a pleasure. Lead the way." 94 lead the unsuspecting worker, into a empty store room. Making sure the woman was behind her, 94 stealthily locked the door behind her, and readied her needle. The maintenance worker, put her toolbox on the ground, rubbing her hand's together she said. " So what seems to be the problem?" 94 answered her by swiftly clamping her left hand over her mouth, with her right she stabbed the worker in the back of her neck, with her trusty needle. She lowered the workers corpse to the ground, stripped off her art crew disguise and now completely naked, knelt beside the dead worker and began to strip her. 94 started by removing the baseball hat, from her head, then worked the hair tie from the workers hair, copying her ponytail. She unlaced the the dead woman's work boots, removing them from her feet, which were covered with a pair of white socks, 94 slipped these off and put them on her feet, then removing the white gloves slipping them on her hands. Next, she unbuttoned the dead workers uniform trousers working them loose from her petite hips, pulling them her tanned legs and off her body. This left a pair of floral patterned bikini cut shorts, shielding her womanhood, 94 slipped these off in one quick pull, slipping them over her bare ass, the worker had a full dark brown vagina crowned with a thick strip of trimmed black pubic hair. She then flicked the dead woman's arms up, and pulled the polo shirt over her head, exposing a matching short floral camisole. 94 slipped the undergarment over her the dead workers head, pulling it on over her bare chest. The dead girl, had a small but well rounded, firm pair of B-cup breasts with small dark brown areolas. 94 finished getting dressed into the dead workers uniform, placing the baseball cap on her head and putting her needle, along with the vial of poison into her stolen trouser pocket. She then dragged the naked workers corpse to a nearby locker, stashing it inside, dumping her discarded art crew uniform in with her. 94 closed the locker, bending the handle and snapping it off so that it would take a crowbar to pry it open. After dumping the handle into a nearby bin, 94 picked up the former worker tool box and walked out of the storeroom.


94, now dressed in the dead maintenance workers uniform, proceeded out of the arts and crafts section ignoring the paramedics who were too busy attending to what was left of Stuyvesant. She scanned her stolen access card, and the door opened with a green light, 94 walked through the door and looked up the immense flight of floors. Suddenly, her ear piece crackled. " That is approximately 7,000 steps to the penthouse." Just thought you like to know." 94 could hear her smug grin. " Do me a favour, Calista and keep that kind of shit to yourself." Fairchild squealed with laughter. " That's it, I have at last found the infamous 94's weakness. Stairs. Ha!" 94 shook her head, it wasn't often she was wrong footed. " Okay, laugh it up. Calista, remember I know at least 15 different ways to kill someone with my fingers alone." Fairchild chuckled " You know you said something about massages back at Haven Island, if you give me one I could be persuaded to keep quiet about this." 94 faked mock outrage at the blackmail. " You keep quiet about this, then you can have all the massages you want." She flirted back. " Okay, 94. Bribe accepted. You better start climbing." 94 put her foot on the first stair and started climbing.


It took 94, ten minutes to ascend the staircase, finally entering the penthouse in the staff only areas, it looked like a small stockroom. She had hardly broke a sweat during the ascent. The door opened in front of her, a young woman of Emirati descent walked in. She was wearing the uniform of the penthouse staff, which consisted of a long sleeve white robe, with blue and gold cuffs, a nameplate with STAFF pinned above her left breast. Over this she wore a blue and gold embroidered sleeveless robe, with black pumps on her feet. 94 smiled, her outfit would be perfect to slip Ingram a little Darkwatch special. She had lightly tanned skin with high cheekbones, almond shaped hazel eyes and a heart shaped face. Her dark black hair down up in a braid that hugged the back of her head. When turned and looked at 94, she jumped with a start. " Oh, sorry didn't see you there. You here to fix something?" She asked. 94 flashed her a fake smile, her right hand in her pocket gripping her needle. " Yeah, I got a call about the Air-conditioning breaking down." The staffer sighed, dropping her shoulders "Not again, it's the inauguration and everything is going to pot. Well, good luck and see you around." 94 nodded at her, she walked over to the door behind the staffer, locking it quietly. She placed the toolbox on the floor, and in one swift motion clamped her left hand over the staffer's mouth, with her right she stabbed the woman in the back of her neck with her needle. 94 lowered the corpse to the floor, stripped off her maintenance disguise, naked she knelt beside the corpse of the dead penthouse staffer and began to strip her. 94 began by loosening the braids, she took out the hair tie and copied the braid. 94 unfastened the blue robe, putting her needle and poison vial in its pocket, slipping off the garment from around the dead woman's shoulders. She then rolled the corpse onto the front and unbuttoned the white robe at the back, gently pulling off the garment off the shoulders, down her lightly tanned petite body. This exposed a matching set of white lace bralette with a white lace bikini thong, 94 unfastened the bralette from the back then rolled the corpse onto her back, slipping the undergarment free of the shoulders. She fastened the skimpy bralette, over her breasts. The dead staffer had a well developed firm pair of C-cup breasts, with medium circular light brown areolas. 94 then pulled off the lacy white thong, from between the dead staffers legs, slipping them over her bare ass. The dead girl, had a small light brown vagina, crowned with a small trimmed tuft of black pubic hair. 94 finished pulling on the dead staffer's robes, slipping on the black pumps, she scooped up the tanned petite naked corspe of the former staffer, despositing her in a nearby crate. 94 tossed her now useless maintenance worker disguise on top of the corpse, and stashed the toolbox inside, closing the lid. She unlocked the door, and exited the stockroom, in search of target 2.

94 found her target Carl Ingram, a middle aged man with blonde hair wearing a business suit, lounging in the sitting room. He was enjoying the view of the whole city afforded by the penthouse. She stood nearby, Ingram turned to her and snapped his fingers. " Hey, you there. Darling, get me a Jack on the Rocks. Make it snappy." 94 bowed with a little deference, playing the dutiful maid. " Yes, Mr Ingram" She proceeded to the kitchen, taking out a bottle of Jack. After she poured the drink, 94 added the poison from the vial into the bourbon, giving it a gentle shake allowing the deadly fluid to per percolate. Satisfied, 94 crushed the vial in a bin and placed the deadly drink onto a platter. Holding the platter, 94 approached Ingram " Here you are, Mr Ingram. With the Sheikh's compliments." He flashed her a warm smile. " The famed hospitality of the Emirates, thank you very much, sweetheart." 94 flashed a fake smile back, and walked back to the kitchen setting the platter down. She signalled Fairchild " Target two, will be dead in 10 minutes." 94 exited the kitchen and approached the elevator. Fairchild chuckled " Well done, 94. That's two for two. Remind me not to take any drink from you." 94 pressed the down button and walked in. " Moving to exfil, see you in a few."

As 94 stood in the descending elevator, it stopped on the 54th floor. A young Caucasian woman with pixie cut auburn hair walked in. She was wearing a white tank top, with the legend " On top of the world." Flashed across her chest in blue, next to a picture of the Burj-al-Ghazali, 94 noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were peaking under the tight fabric. A pair of denim shorts held up with a white belt. A pair of black converse sneakers with white socks covered her feet. She had a brown leather handbag looped over her left shoulder, with a pair of big tortoiseshell sunglasses covering her pale blue eyes. 94 smiled, the girl was her size and she liked her top. As soon as the lift doors closed 94 readied her needle, she swiftly clamped her her left hand over the woman's mouth and stabbed her in the back of her neck. 94 lowered the corpse to the floor, and pressed the emergency stop on the lift. She stripped off her penthouse staff disguise, now completely naked she began to strip the dead girl. 94 took off her sunglasses and put them on over her eyes, unlacing her converse sneakers and removing them from her feet, along with the white socks. 94 slipped on the white socks, then pulled off the tank top over the dead girl's head, slipping it over her own head. The dead girl had a pair of well rounded, firm C-cups with light pink circular areolas. 94 unbelted the denim shorts and pulled them down her long divine legs, this exposed a red G-string thong with a small bow above the gusset. 94 whipped the thong off the corpse and pulled it over between her thighs, the dead girl had a small pink vagina with a narrow strip of dark red pubic hair. She finished dressing in the dead woman's clothes, after putting her needle in the handbag, 94 opened the elevator's top hatch and hoistered the naked corpse through the hatch despositing it on the roof of the elevator, along with her discarded penthouse staff disguise. When she was finished, she sealed the hatch, picked up her stolen handbag, and restarted the elevator. 10 minutes later she had reached the ground level.


Has 94, now dressed in the dead tourists clothes exited the Burj-al-Ghazali, she passed a couple of paramedics rushing into the tower, her ear piece crackled " Nice threads 94, another outfit to add to your collection. Looks good on you. The report is that Mr Ingram, just passed away from a sudden heart attack. Well done 94." She smiled " What can I say the man should have been watching his calories." 94 quipped. " Especially around you, my dear 94. See you soon." With that 94 walked into the blazing Middle-Eastern sun.

[simon4242]

vesper vs 94 miranda vs fairchild lol take out darkwatch lol

[dummy76]

what if one of the victim fights off 94, and the needle gets dropped? i want to see what happens. it would be difficult to find a needle in a haystack.

[simon4242]

lol