The city of Love

[Arc]

Hello all,

I'll link my third story. It pauses a bit the Monteleone stories and follows Jane and Kate during a regular mission.

Classified location, The Organization’s headquarters, March of 20//

“Bzzz” “Please Emily, show TL 1903 and her team inside” said LaVille, looking at the documents on the dossier that had been delivered from the director’s office, detailing the next mission that Kate and Jane were to complete. The documents were signed by an “Albert McKenzie”, the “assistant to the Director”. An old timer, LaVille thought to himself, who was working in the Administrative Division since Director Carter and had achieved what by most could be the epitome of a career. Not LaVille. He had made a meteoric rise inside the Supervision and Control division, was named team supervisor and stayed in that comfortable position ever since. He liked his job, and had seen his fair share of Icarus be too ambitious and burn themselves so…
As he was still lost in his thought, Kate and Jane made their entrance. “Ah Kate, Jane” said the man “First of all you did a bloody good work in Venice. Especially you Jane” and, as Jane blushed and Kate gave her a little nudge, he continued “I have a new mission for you. You know about the Virgin of Morcassio” “The long-lost XV century masterpiece?” asked Jane, who then said to Kate “I’ve got a bachelor’s degree in Fine Arts” “Yes, exactly. Only it’s not that long-lost, because you have to steal it from the Louvre’s storage area” said LaVille “And then you are to destroy it” And, because Jane was looking at him indignantly, he added “Do not worry Jane, it’s a fake. In fact, we were actually commissioned by the Louvre’s chief evaluator. She messed up, and in the joy of having found a long-lost masterpiece bought a fake, making the museum loose a very large sum at the auction. However, the piece is insured, so if someone was to stole it…” The two operatives nodded understanding. “You are dismissed ladies; Emily will give you any other information you may need” finished the burly supervisor. As the two women exited the office, Kate told Jane “Didn’t you want to visit Paris Newbie” “Yes boss, but I meant…” “Something more relaxing? Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for sightseeing” said that, Kate sprinted ahead, leaving Jane asking herself if her boss was joking or not.



Sometimes later, Paris, an alley near the Louvre


“Do I look Parisian to you boss” “I don’t know Newbie, and besides it doesn’t really matter considering we are dressing as tourists” The two were in fact dressed in plain clothes: Jane wearing a turtle neck with white and black stripes, a black miniskirt, a nude pantyhose, a pair of black riding boots and a red beret hat, while Kate was wearing a white turtleneck, black trousers, black pantyhose and a pair of black flat tops, as well as a little purse containing, among other things, “their” tickets to the museum. “
Their” because of course the ticket, and indeed the entire ensemble, didn’t really belong to them, but to the scantly-glad women who were tied up and gagged with tape at their feet, hidden behind a dumpster. At 23 and 25, the two beautiful Li and Min had decided to treat themselves with a trip to Paris. In reality, it was mostly Li’s idea, but in the end Min decided to cave in to her friend and joined her in that trip. Now she probably wished she hadn’t. Li, after a little “face-to-face” with Kate and Jane, was now only wearing her green panties and bra, her short black hair all messed up, while Min was only clad in her cream underwear, her long black hair loose around her shoulders, before tied in a chignon which was undone by Jane, looking to complete her disguise as Min.
Leaving the area, Kate dressed as Li and Jane as Min, the two operatives finally reached the museum, passed the security check and lost themselves in the crowd of visitors.

Louvre, Italian Wing, sometime later


“Oh Anne, sometimes I wish I did not take this job” Saying that to her companion was a tall white woman with curly brown hair, about Kate’s size “I agree Marie, it can be tyring, but it sure does have it’s moment of glory” Answering to her companion was a platinum blonde woman, with her hair in a ponytail, about Jane’s size. The two pretty women were Louvre’s museum guides, wearing each a black jacket, black trousers, a white shirts, dark brown pantyhose, black high-heeled shoes and most importantly a keycard, hanging around the neck. Marie would probably have answered her colleague in French when a young woman with ash blonde hair, clearly a tourist, came close to them and asked in English: “I’m really sorry but I think that my friend is not feeling very well. She is in the bathroom and has lost consciousness” The two women looked at each other in their face and Marie asked Anne “Should we call for an ambulance” “No don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. Remember, I was training to become a nurse before I fell in love with Art. Now let’s hurry, there is no time to waste”. The three women hurried to the ladies bathroom. Inside, they found Kate, who was smiling at them “Hey, you aren’t unconscious” said Anne “No, but you’ll soon be” said Kate, as Jane shut the door behind her.


Thud

Smack

Urghh

After a very short and almost silent struggle, the two museum guides were unconscious on the floor, and the two started to strip them “Nice work Newbie” said Kate, as she was unbuttoning Marie’s jacket, having already removed her shoes “Thanks boss. And I can see that the age is starting to have its effects. I’m much quicker” said Jane, nodding to Anne, who now was wearing only the shirt, unbuttoned, and the pantyhose. “Are you know Newbie?” said Kate, as she finished unbuttoning Marie’s jacket, the real guide clad only in her blue bra and panties “That’s unfair boss. You distracted me” said Jane, as she was putting on Anne’s trousers while Anne was now only in her olive underwear. “I know Newbie, but life isn’t fair. Now finish dressing and give me a hand tying these two up” In no time the two real guides were each secured in a stall of the bathroom, tied up and gagged with the same tape that Kate always seemed to menage to carry with her, as the new guides hurried out of the lavatory, locking the door with one of the keys they had found on them.
“Now Newbie, let’s find this painting”


The louvre’s storage Area, sometime later, around midday


Using the credentials, they had stolen, the operatives had no problem entering the storage and restoration area, which seemed to be completely empty , and using the information received during the briefing they started navigating the labyrinthic environment . “Boss, why is no one here” “Why do you think we’ve chosen this time of the day Newbie?” “Because everyone is in lunch break?” “Exactly” “But what about the cameras?” “Well, I’m sure that our hackers in the Informatic Division are already at work to eliminate every frame with our face on it, and besides we were hired by a Louvre employee, so these cameras are probably down. In any case…” Kate suddenly stopped “According to our information, this is the crate” “Should we open it?” “No, we should carry the crate out of the museum! Newbie, open it!” Jane lifted the top of the crate, which was not close shut with nails “A courtesy of our employer” she thought to herself. Inside was the work of art, in all of it’s glory. A closer look would however have revealed that it was a fake, but a very good one to say the least. Kate took out a little knife she had for some reason menaged to sneak past security and freed the painting from it’s frame. The painting was already of small dimensions, so once folded and put inside Jane’s jacket it would have gone undetected. “We have to find a way out of here Newbie. We cannot waltz out of the main gate dressed as tour guides and besides the real ones have already woken up long ago, so it’s just a matter of time before someone will notice the closed bathroom and hear them” “Well boss, I think I’ve found our way out”.
Jane was referring to the garage they had reached, clearly to load and unload materials needed by the museum. The garage was empty, save for a French Gendarmerie patrol car, a city car with the colours of the police force, and for the two policewomen who were clearly tasked with watching the entrance to the museum.
“Nice thinking Newbie. We use the car to get out of here, and then once we are out we leave the car and continue on foot to the safehouse. The uniforms will help avoid undesired questions.”

“Camille, did you know that Pierre has just got engaged with Dominique” “Really Helene? I didn’t think she was his type!” The two policewomen, who were currently killing time by gossiping, were dressed in the standard gendarmerie uniform: dark blue uniform trousers, blue shirt, dark blue jacket with the word “Gendarmerie” on it, a dark blue military beret, a pair of black boots and at the waist a belt for the gun, baton, radio and the handcuffs. The brunette, Helene, was about to answer to the raven-haired woman, Camille, that Dominique had to be Pierre’s type because they were getting married next Easter, when a hand was pulled on her mouth and she was out of action before she could do anything about it, rendered unconscious by Kate’s neck chop. If she had looked to her right she would have seen that Camile was in a similar situation, about to enter the world of dreams thanks to Jane.


“Should I read them their Miranda rights boss?” asked Jane, already dressed in her newly acquired uniform, as she nodded to Helene and Camille, who were now only in their grey (for Helene) and white (for Camille) bra and panties, their hands tied with their own handcuffs and cramped in the back of the patrol car “Well Newbie the Miranda rights are an American thing, and they are usually read at interrogation, not detention” “Still, I’m going to help them exercise their right to remain silent” said Jane, as she smoothed some tape on Helene’s mouth having already done so with Camille.
“Let’s go Newbie” “Coming boss”


The Organization’s safe house, Paris

“Mission control” said Jane, talking in her earpiece “The mission is complete. As instructed, we are burning the fake inside the safehouse” “Well done, operatives” answered LaVille.

But Kate did not hear that, because she had already turned off her earpiece. Instead, she was talking at the phone in another room. “Boss” said Albert, clearly making a real effort calling the Director of the Organization boss “Another of the types of contract you had me select for you has come through. Do you wish to..” “Yes Albert, prepare a briefing as soon as I’m back”

The end

This is the story, I hope you've enjoyed it, and as always, feedback is welcome!

[simon4242]

arc i know there is an agreement but knocking out policewomen agreement or not is a bit dodgy other than that marvellous story tho have you thought about chloroform rather than out and out violence

[Arc]

arc i know there is an agreement but knocking out policewomen agreement or not is a bit dodgy other than that marvellous story tho have you thought about chloroform rather than out and out violence

Hello simon,

The agreement doesn’t really cover the rank-and-file, so to speak, as that would be too much of a limitation to the Organization’s operatives. A policewoman's uniform can sometimes be the only way to reach a target or achieve an objective. It also provides the advantage of a clear representation of authority, making less likely for people to question the disguise or the operative's doing. In this case the policewomen were the only way to get out of the Louvre save using their disguises, which may or may not have been compromised. Too good of an opportunity.

Regarding the use of chloroform, I'm not using it mostly because it requires quite some time to actually get the target unconcious, and also requires to constantly carry around the bottle and the pads. While I don't rule out its use altogether, in general operatives prefer to " take the matter in their own hands " so to speak

[simon4242]

fair enuff as long as its karate chops and pressure points rather than punches