The Shadow Intiative: S2 Ep1 Escape from Tel Aviv

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following on from the SI/ Darkwatch alliances victory against the Consortium and their SEB mercenaries, the Darkwatch as launched a suprise attack on Intiative headquarters in New York. Many operatives including Mother herself are feared dead, and Dr Cross has sent a team of Darkwatch assassins to kill Nightingale and her lover Vesper. The two operatives must escape Israel and regroup to respond to the Darkwatch threat. No without further ado...

As Nightingale and Vesper, got into their hire jeep, news of the sudden attack in New York and the possible fate of their friends Lupa and Mira was still dawning on them. As Nightingale switched on the jeeps engine, revving the engine and putting the vehicle into gear, she felt her mobile vibrate in her jacket pocket. " Nadja, get that will you. It might be news on Mira and Lupa. Let's hope their safe." Vesper reached into Nightingales pocket and answered " Who is this? How did you get this number? Alright I will put you on speaker." As Vesper held out the phone, they heard a voice that they would never have expected to hear again. " Nightingale, Vesper. I wish this was under better circumstances, but you are in danger, assassin are after you." Came the voice of Darkwatch's deadly assassin, Agent 94. " 94! What the fuck is this? Do you know what Cross as done? New York is gone, our people are dead. And you have the nerve to call us. Why should we trust you?!" Nightingale shouted at the phone, keeping her eyes on the road. " Look, Miranda. I don't have time to debate this now. I'am half the world away in Southern England. I will tell you everything, when you reach London, your SI's European Headquarters. You have my word. Cross as betrayed us both, and it will take all of us to take her down. For now, live. I will see you soon." Nightingale laughed darkly. " You make it sound so easy." She could hear the smirk on 94's face. " It will be, these are Darkwatch thugs, If I was on you arse you would never see me coming. Now get to London." With that she hung up. Vesper turned to Nightingale. " I think we can trust her. If what she says is true, we cannot go to Tel Aviv station. They will be laying in ambush, and we will be cut to ribbons before we get even close." An idea just came into Nightingale's head. " The airport, I have an idea and I think you will like it, love." Before Vesper could ask her to elaborate, she saw a motorcyclist in dark leathers, pull up beside the driver's side door her face obscured by the crash helmet she wore. Vesper reacted instinctively, she drew her MK 2 shock pistol and shot the biker twice in her chest before she could draw her TMP. The biker gave an agonising cry as electricity coursed through her body, causing her to hit the tarmac as she crumpled off her bike. " That's my girlfriend, bitch." Nightingale who saw the biker fall, laughed. " That's why I love you, so that's the MK2, I really need to give mine a go." The new MK2 shock pistols were a less bulky package then compared with the Mk1's, they were sleeker smaller and easily concealed. They were made from a poly carbonate, undetectable by modern biometrics and easily dissembled. It was also said they were far more potent then the first generation MK1, they were the cutting edge of non-lethal technology. Vesper smiled as she blew the top of the barrel, but reacted quickly when she saw another biker shooting at them head on. She leant out of the passenger window, and aimed squarely for his chest. She fired once, hitting the assassin square in his chest, the man spilled off his bike hitting a lamppost with a loud clang. Before the operatives could celebrate, Nightingale could see a SUV full of armed hostiles, in her rearview mirror, she could sworn one of them had an RPG-7 launcher. " We still have company, my love. Those guys behind us have an RPG." Vesper turned around, then turned and smiled at Nightingale, squeezing her hand. " Don't worry my heart. We are nearing the central market, beyond that is the Airport. We can lose them in there. It's practically a maze." Miranda returned the squeeze, then returned the road. " How do you know this?" Vesper turned to face her, eyes full of mischief. " This is my home, I grew up on these streets. I know them better then any Darkwatch thug."


Using Vesper's knowledge of the streets of Tel Aviv, Nightingale was able to lose their tail, the idiots had driven straight into an IDF patrol, forcing the Darkwatch out of the vehicle as they surrendered at gunpoint. Nightingale laughed as she saw the predicament of their assassin's in her rearview mirror. " I would have given a thousand quid, to see the look on their drivers face as he crashed into that tank." Vesper laughed with her " Merkava tanks have that effect on most people." Her face turned serious. " That has neutralised their first team, but they have no doubt a secondary team. Let's get to the airport, my heart." They drove through the market to the airport, an imposing glass terminal with the name of the airport spelt out in both English and Hebrew on the front above the entrance. IDF troopers lined the approach to the airport, guarding against any attack from suspected insurgents. Nightingale and Vesper parked the jeep and got out. Vesper turned to her lover. " A good choice, they won't be able to get through the IDF. So what's this plan my heart, and how will I like it?" Nightingale flashed a mischievous grin. " Flight Attendants, we find a couple of trainees who are on the next flight to London. We stun them, take their uniforms. Get a free all expenses paid flight to London." She rubbed her hands together, looking expectantly at her lover. Vesper smiled widely. " Your right, I like it. You did say you wanted to test your MK2. But we do have to actually play the part once we are on the flight. We don't have the mimic guns this time." Nightingale put her arm around Vesper, as the walked to the terminal. "Between us we could outact Hollywood. Or have you forgotten the data hub, my love." Vesper laughed and kissed Nightingale on the lips. " Your finest performance, I was moved beyond words." She joked as the two of them walked into the terminal.


They looked at the departures board, the names of cities and flights changed constantly. " There" Nightingale pointed " British Airways flight BA3945, Tel Aviv to London leaves in 20 minutes." Vesper nodded in the direction of two trainee BA stewardesses. " There are our uniforms."Nightingale glanced at the women, they were young and very attractive. They were wearing a blue uniform blazer with their BA trainee badge above their nameplate on their left breast, under which they wore a white shirt, a red and blue scarf about their necks. A short matching pencil skirt that came just above the knee, their long divine legs covered by dark black tights, ending in smart black dress pumps on their feet. A blue hat, with matching badge perched on their heads completed the uniform. One was blonde, with a rounded face, high cheekbones, lovely tanned skin and blue eyes. She had a petite figure and B-cup breasts, the other a brunette with shallow cheekbones, hazel eyes and a heart shaped face. She had more athletic figure, with C-cup breasts. Both women had their hair done up in buns at the back of their heads. There travel suitcases trailing behind them. " You take the blonde, my heart. She is definitely your size." Nightingale chuckled " You are lucky I have a liking for blondes, Israeli blondes that is." Vesper kissed her lover on the cheek. " The brunettes mine, I can fit myself into that skirt, easy." Upon seeing Nightingales mock expression of scandal, she grinned. " Don't worry. I have a thing for British redheads." They both laughed under their breath, as they followed the two women into the ladies bathroom.

They discreetly locked the door, behind them as they approached the trainee stewardesses who were in the middle of applying make-up. Vesper spoke first, as they readied their pistols behind their backs. " Excuse me, ladies. Are you on flight BA3945. By any chance?" The blonde stewardess, didn't turn but regarded Vesper's reflection in the mirror. " Yeah, What's it to you love?" She said, her voice full of condescension, her brunette friend laughed. It was Nightingale who answered next. " A great deal actually, you see. We are your replacements." The two stewardess turned around. " Fuck off, love. You're not serious." Said the brunette, her confidence a poor mask for her fear. Both operatives drew their pistols simultaneously, and fired. The two stewardess, slumped to the ground unconscious, both stunned by the blasts. Nightingale blew her the guns barrel. " You have no idea." She turned to Vesper. " A definite improvement on the MK1, almost no recoil anymore." Vesper and Nightingale walked towards the sleeping women. " Ok my heart, let's get them out of those uniforms." Nightingale knelt by the unconscious blond woman, stripping down to her underwear, then she began to undress the stewardess. Nightingale removed the pillbox hat, placing it on her head, then removed the woman's scarf from her neck. She unbuttoned the blondes blazer, then hoistered the sleeping girl into a seated position, removing the garment from around her shoulders and letting the sleeping woman flop back down onto the bathroom floor. Rolling the unconscious blonde onto her side, Nightingale unzipped the pencil skirt, working it off her hips and down her long legs. The blonde was wearing a white lace thong under her tights. " It's too bad we don't have the mimic gun, Nadja. I like her panties." Vesper who had stripped off the brunettes skirt laughed. " We can settle for their tights, part of the uniform, my heart." Getting back to the unconscious blonde, Nightingale gently pulled the tights from around the woman's waist, being careful not to damage them, she removed them from the girl's legs one foot at a time, and pulled them up her legs, over her blue panties. She then unbuttoned the white shirt, peeling off the garment from around her shoulders. As she stood over the underwear clad unconscious blonde, she buttoned up the shirt. " Nice matching set, white lace. Must have her cost her a fortune." Nightingale finished getting dressed in her stolen uniform, putting the hat on at a jaunty angle. She had noticed the unconscious brunette, was wearing a matching black lace wonderbra and G-string throng. " Nightingale let out a small whistle. " Talk about racy, You think she had a hot date lined up." Vesper who was busy, working the brunettes hair loose smirked. " Now I really wish we did have the mimic gun, this set would cost me at least three missions alone." Nightingale knelt by her lover. " You look good in anything, but better when you are naked." She reassured her. Vesper laughed at the compliment, as she finished copying the brunettes bun, as an afterthought they also stripped the woman of their jewellery and watches. When they were finished, they dragged the unconscious, underwear clad stewardesses into the attendants cupboard, Vesper retrieving an "out of order" sign from a trolley. Nightingale closed the door, breaking off the knob, tossing it into a corner. " Well that will teach them for being so stuck-up. It looks like I'am a 'Amelia'." She added as she checked her stolen nameplate. Vesper kissed her lover. " That makes me a 'Megan' " she said with approval checking hers. They dissembled their shock pistols, placing the parts into the stewardesses travel trolleys, along with their clothes. Using the make-up from the stewardesses handbags, the two agents applied a little makeup. Satisfied they looked the part, they shared a loving embrace before exiting the bathroom, with their stolen handbags and trolley bags. Vesper putting the sign on the door as they left.


Now dressed in their stolen stewardess uniforms, Nightingale and Vesper walked towards gate three. A harried looking red haired stewardess,with the name 'Corinne' according to her nameplate, looked relieved as they approached. " Finally, there you are. I was going to send out a search party." She laughed. " You must our trainees, Amelia-" she pointed at Miranda, who nodded. "- and Megan. Yep that's right." Vesper smiled. " Excellent, now this way ladies. Let's get on board." The group walked towards the waiting A380 airbus, with BA livery splashed across the side. As they walked up the boarding steps, Corinne gave them the heads up. " You won't be expected to give the safety talk, but you must observe the cabin crew. Learn the proper technique." They walked into first class, already filling up with passengers. " You can stash any luggage, in the staff lockers up in the galley." Corinne pointed to a pair of curtains beyond first class. " You two will be working here in first class, so whatever the passengers ask for you get, and you flash them your best smile.Any questions?" Vesper held up her hand. " Quick question, what happens if one of them gets a little too friendly." Corinne laughed. " Then you let me or one of the other cabin crew know, we pick them up and toss them out of the plane." Both Nightingale and Vesper laughed. Corinne's face turned serious. " Unfortunately, we cannot do that. Can you imagine the lawsuits. Just let me know, and I will take care of it. No-one touches my girls." With that she patted them both on the shoulder and retreated back up the plane. As the rest of the passengers finished boarding, they heard the captain's announcement. " Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Peter Farrell, and I will be your Captain for this flight. Welcome to BA flight 3945, Tel Aviv to London, non-stop. Flight time is 5 hours 30 minutes. So sit back, I will be switching on the seatbelt sign now, please listen to the inflight safety demonstration. We hope you will enjoy the flight." Nightingale sighed turning to her lover. " This is going to be a long flight."


At 3 and a half hours in, somewhere over Poland, Nightingale thought she would make a passing Stewardess. She had smiled, fetched drinks and even had to deal with a passenger who did try to make a grab for her arse. It took all of her military discipline not to break the pricks arm, Instead she sought out Corinne, who promptly had the guy manhandled to downstairs to 2nd class. The woman was good as her word. She chanced a glance at Vesper, who looked like she was enjoying herself. Nightingale smiled, despite the stress they had both been under, and the uncertainty of the life's of their friends, it made her spirits soar to see the love of her life happy. Vesper caught her eye she made a gesture to the galley with her head, Nightingale followed her in drawing the curtains. Once they had a little privacy, they locked their lips together in a brief but passionate embrace. When they pulled away, Vesper sighed. " I don't know how they do it. I feel glad that we are private espionage contractors, we do things, see things these people can only dream about." Nightingale caressed Vesper's arm. " Tell me about it, some guy made a grab at me. No, it's ok Nadja, Corinne took care of it. The pricks munching on sawdust flavour plane food by now." Vesper relaxed a little. " Speaking of dreams." She gestured to the staff only toilet. " Have you ever wanted to make out 30,000ft up." Nightingale turned to look. "You mean the join the mile high club?" Vesper's raised her eyebrows suggestively. " I have thought about it, but we risk blowing our cover." Vesper held took Nightingale's hand in hers. " What are they going to do? They cannot arrest us, or fire us, they will probably fire the real attendants though. Come on, heart. We have been shot at, you nearly died today. We don't know if our friends are alive or dead. Let us have this." Nightingale flashed a suggestive grin." Fuck it, I love you so much. Remember only foreplay, we don't to ruin the uniforms." They locked in a passionate embrace, as Nightingale opened the door pulling Vesper inside. "I love you too, Miranda." She said as she locked the toilet door. As they both kissed passionately, exploring each other under their stolen uniforms. Despite everything, Nightingale felt content, at peace under Vesper's loving arms. She gently moaned Vesper's name as they both entered a state of bliss.


The rest of the flight, passed without incident. Whenever they caught each others eyes, the two lovers giggled, remembering their time in the staff toilet, all ten minutes of it. When the plane landed at Heathrow, Corinne approached both women. " Well done ladies, a fine showing. Expect to see a positive performance review in your emails soon. Well done to you Amelia, for dealing with that passenger. I hope it doesn't put you off flying with BA." Nightingale smiled " In fact it only strengthened my resolve." Corinne flashed a relieved smile. "Excellent, well ladies I will see you for the next flight to Lisbon in a couple of days, take time out to enjoy London. See you later." They bade her farewell, as they retrieved there stolen bags and exited the plan. They walked through terminal 4, once they were outside, Nightingale, took her phone from the luggage. " This is Operatives Nightingale and Vesper. We have just escaped a Darkwatch ambush in Tel Aviv. We request permission to enter London Station over." Both operatives voiced their serial numbers. Then another familiar voice came on the line. " Nadja, Miranda.Thank God, you two are safe." Nightingale did a double take. " That you, Reynolds? When did get reassigned?" They could her smile. " As soon as they cleared my defection valid. I'am all healed up now, I run support and logistics for group 6 now." Nightingale and Vesper exchanged smiles " Welcome to the team, Operative Sparks." Reynolds laughed " Is this an SI thing? I like it "Sparks". You guys need to get over her now. I have two very worried operatives here, who want to see you, and a very Irate section head, who wants to now why he has a Darkwatch assassin in his building." They bade Reynolds farewell, as they cried and hugged each other. " They're Alive?!" Vesper screamed " No bomb can kill Mira and Lupa." Bouncing on their feet, they flagged down a London taxi. " Canary Wharf, please." They ordered the cabbie as they got in.

It took them, 10 minutes to reach London section, the European HQ of the SI. A tall imposing skyscraper in the heart of London's financial district. As they exited the cab, paid their fair and entered the lobby, they were greeted by loud squeal as operative Lupa jumped on top of Nightingale, crushing her in a bear hug. " Lupa,you can let go now, you are crushing me." She pulled out of the embrace, slightly embarrassed. Lupa hugged Vesper in turn, as Operative Mira walked up to them, a huge grin on her face. " Flight attendants, huh? I have always wanted to steal a flight attendants uniform. You two beat me to it." They each embraced Mira in turn. " How did you get out?" Vesper said as they pulled out of a hug. Mira and Lupa shared dark looks. " We were returning from a op to Rio de Janeiro, when we saw the blast." Replied Mira, looking away. Lupa patted her friends arms. " It was horrible. Bodies and paper everywhere. Mother is alive but she is in a coma, it doesn't look good though. She might not wake up, We have only just arrived before you did." Lupa added, she looked far away. Nightingale, laid a hand on her shoulder. "Well we are here now, we will strike back." They heard the sound of clacking high heels, from ahead of them " Which is why we are here. Good to see you both." Came the voice of Agent 94, she was followed by a petite blonde woman, with glasses and long curly hair, she held a large file in her hands. " This my handler, and girlfriend. Calista Fairchild." They all raised their eyebrows but said nothing further, as Fairchild raised a hand in greeting, going a bright shade of red. Nightingale could have sworn that 94 gave her a purposeful longing. " I cannot get a world in edgeways with your section head, stubborn obstinate man. Maybe you will have better luck." To tired to argue, Vesper and Nightingale, along with their friends made for the elevator.


Before they got to the elevator, 94 pulled Nightingale to one side. " There is something you should know. During my last mission, before I killed Smyth he had a lot to say. You will find our all in due course, the details, but this is important. The original source of my DNA, was mother." Ignoring the incredulous look on her face 94 continued. " Cross told me that Roberta Crane had twin daughters, and she was sending assassin's after her remaining child." A startling realisation dawned on Miranda. " Are you telling me we are sisters?" After a while, she burst out with laughter, causing the others to turn to her in alarm. After she regained herself. " As if this day couldn't get any fucking weirder." Miranda said incredulously, but somehow she knew 94 wasn't lying. After a long awkward silence, they walked towards the elevator. Vesper caught her eye, full of concern. " What was that all about, my heart." Miranda squeezed her hand. " I will tell you about it later, my love." She replied as the elevator doors closed, and they ascended into the tower.

[meditions142]

Great use of the new version of the shock gun. Love them simultaneously shooting Amelia and Megan. Great imagery.

Great scene.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks meditations

I appreciate the comment.

The next mission, will feature both the shock pistols, the gas grenades and a new gadget the shock glove. A close range, melee version of the shock pistol, for agents more inclined towards physical melee takedowns. It functions much like a shock pistol, but leaves the subjects paralysed for much longer.

[meditions142]

The next mission, will feature both the shock pistols, the gas grenades and a new gadget the shock glove. A close range, melee version of the shock pistol, for agents more inclined towards physical melee takedowns. It functions much like a shock pistol, but leaves the subjects paralysed for much longer.

The shock glove sounds really cool. I know you say it more of a melee/hand to hand combat weapon. However, I could see a sneak attack with it. Like, for example the team could need to sneak into an office. They could pretend to be there on business and talk to the receptionist. They would reach out as if to shake hands but instead touch her and shock her unconscious. One could then use the mimic gun so if anyone came by it would look like she was still at her desk.

Interesting also that the effect lasts so long. The shock bullets are long lasting but if the glove is much longer it must be really powerful!

[Stormtrooper1990]

The shock glove, can be used in a multiple different ways. Say if Vesper applied a nerve pinch to that receptionist, with the glove on, it would be direct assault on the CNS. She would go down and stay down for longer, much like a shot to the chest with the shock pistol.

Like real world tasers, the shock weapons turn the bodies nervous system against the target.

I would imagine the SI could market the Shock pistols to worldwide law enforcement agencies.

[meditions142]

The shock glove, can be used in a multiple different ways. Say if Vesper applied a nerve pinch to that receptionist, with the glove on, it would be direct assault on the CNS. She would go down and stay down for longer, much like a shot to the chest with the shock pistol.

Excellent! And this also lets me know Vesper knows how to do one of my favorite knockout methods, the nerve pinch. So much looking forward to a scene where, for example, Vesper sneaks up behind a cute sentry girl who is foolishly positioned so she is exposed from behind an getting a nerve pinch from Vesper. Made even better if the shock glove is used on her too.

[Stormtrooper1990]

That will be a plan for a future episode. Plus Vesper is an expert in Krav Maga, and she is training her girlfriend Nightingale. Nerve pinches are a feature.

All the agents will get to use the glove, with Vesper and Nightingale testing it out, but eventually it will be rolled out to specialists like Lupa and Mira.

My next story, will feature a trip to Paris, in which Group 6 must snatch a bombmaker, with Darkwatch ties responsible for the New York attack, from the Paris Police. There will also be pretty french paramedics getting their uniforms stolen.

[simon4242]

i assume maintenance had to drill the hinges off cupboard the door to get them out after the knob was broken off lol its always nice to have an aftermath scene

[Stormtrooper1990]

i assume maintenance had to drill the hinges off cupboard the door to get them out after the knob was broken off lol its always nice to have an aftermath scene

Once they heard the sounds of our underwear clad stewardesses, after about 8 hours.