The SI Season 4 Episode 1:- On Harper's Trail

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following on from Miranda and co's Christmas mission, PMC Artemis International have dispatched an assassination team from it's illicit "Special Operations" Detachment to find and eliminate retired SI Director General Harper Rasinski. Meanwhile Miranda and Nadja have been sent to bring Harper in for her own safety to SI Headquarters. However, as both sides are about to learn Harper is a force to be reckoned with, and Artemis are about to learn the hard way...



Montana Woodland 2km from Harper's Cabin and 6km from Great Falls 18:00pm 15th January 2024


"This was a good idea, Gracie. To come out here for our winter break, to be amongst nature instead of a noisy club full of rowdy boys. Just the two of us." Said Candice Jones as her best friend Grace Kissinger sat next to her with a plate of sausages, touching shoulders. "Well there is no-one else I would rather spend time with then you, babe." Grace gently stroked Candice's hand, which made the young student smile. At 19 and 20, respectively Grace and Candice were students from California studying Law at UC Stanford they were inseperable since they met, but Gracie wanted to be more than just friends with the pretty brunette. Grace was the picture of the all American girl, with shoulder length ash blonde hair cut into a bob that framed a cute rounded face high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a designer blue and grey jacket with a salmon pink top, designer stone washed blue jeans and black converse trainers. While Candice, with her slender diamond shaped face big pretty green eyes and long dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, was dressed in a matching designer blue denim jacket, jean shorts combo with white tank top underneath and white adidas trainers. Their clothes may have been expensive but worth every penny. Grace turned to Candice after sharing a sausage with her. "Candy, remember when I dumped Parker for cheating on me with that slut Fiona." Candice smiled as she snuggled closer to her friend. "I always told you that prick wasn't right for you, that should open your eyes and noticed those who really cared for you, Gracie." The brunette gently caressed Grace's cheek, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde who noticed how much Candice's eyes twinkled in the firelight. "Well the other day, after gym practice when we were all wet, sweaty and naked..." Candice took her hand, squeezing it. "You mean when we kissed and made out in the cubicle. That was wonderful, we were amazing." Grace blushed growing a bright shade of red, but grinned. "I think I'am falling for you, Candy. That's why I brought us here, I know you love nature and I thought it would be romantic..." Her voice trailed off as they leant in to kiss.



The sound of a twig breaking in front of them made them look up. Emerging from the tree line, were two young women both dressed in camouflage clothes. One was holding the other arm over shoulder. The first a square jawed but pretty African American with cornrows called out to them. "Please you have to help, my friend here. We were out hunting and she stepped on a bear trap..." She gestured to her limp friend, a tanned skinned Latina with short jet black hair. "Oh my god! Quick, Gracie call 911" Candice said as she rose from their camp stools. Grace took out her phone, holding it high. "Damn I can't even make an emergency call, no service hold on.." Candice approached the black woman. "Is she alright?" Suddenly the Latina's head shot up with a grin. "Oh I'am fine, you though..." she pulled out a suppressed Beretta 92FS, shooting Candice point blank in the forehead, the girl collapsed without a sound. "...are dead." Grace looked up, tears streaming down her face as she saw Candice's murder. She held up her hands "No Candy! Please I'am only nine-ugh!" Was all she could manage, before the black woman drew her suppressed handgun shooting her once in the head, the Tuf! sound the final thing she heard as she fell back over the camp chair. Artemis assassin Helena Turnbull touched her ear. "Alpha's 01 and 02 reporting, students neutralised. Stripping the bodies now, over." A southern female US accent replied. "Copy that Alpha 01. Take what you need from them, a full strip if it sells the disguise. Then when you're finished break down the camp and dispose of the evidence, we were never here. Understood?" Helena smiled looking down at the blonde she just murdered. "Roger that, Artemis actual. Alpha team out."



"Did you see the looks on their faces, fucking priceless!" Cried Abby Garcia was she knelt over the body of Candice Jones, rolling her over stripping out of her catsuit. "You know we should have let them kiss, before we iced them. They made a cute couple." Already naked Helena rolled her eyes, as she unlaced Grace's converse trainers. "This isn't one of your mexican telenova's, Garcia. This is the real world. Now get to stripping. And don't get any blood on our new outfits, we don't want Rasinski getting suspicious." Abby paused as she stripped off Candice's jacket. "You're teaching me to suck eggs, Chica. This isn't the first time I stripped a corpse, you know." She said unlacing the brunette's trainers. "You think command will let us keep their clothes afterwards, this is some expensive gear way beyond our pay grade." Candice pulled off the blondes white ankle socks then her jacket. "Well it's not exactly protocol, but fuck protocol. I needed some new jeans anyway and it's not like these bitches need their clothes anymore, besides were taking the evidence with us." Abby laughed at Helena's reply as she unbuttoned the brunettes shorts. Helena unfastened Grace's jeans, working them off her slender hips peeling them down her long toned legs exposing a white lace trimmed thong protecting her modesty. The 28 year old former soldier reflected that while she was a Sergeant in the 1st Infantry Division in Afghanistan, she had murdered an entire family and looted their bodies afterwards but never thought about stripping the women of their clothes. Helena's time with Artemis had taught her much, in that regard she would always be grateful to Artemis for getting her out of the stockade and allowing her to fulfill her true potential. But she could have done without Garcia as a partner, the mexican girl was a psychopath who loved to kill and strip girls just for a new wardrobe. Of course her Cartel didn't care if she murdered a few clueless tourists but when she started to target fellow cartel members, Artemis swooped in and recruited her. Helena whipped off the dead students panties, revealing a small cute clit a tuft of trimmed ash blonde hair crowning it. Helena pulled up the stolen underwear as she heard a whoop from behind her. "A solid red G-string! I have been looking for one of these!" Garcia quickly pulled off the skimpy underwear, exposing her fuller vagina with a trimmed triangle of dark brown hair topping it. Helena flicked the girl's arms up pulling the pink top over the dead girls head, taking care to follow her own advice. Rolling the half naked corpse onto her side, Helena pulled off the matching lace cropped camisole revealing well formed C-cup breasts with pink full perky areolas. The two assassins got dressed in their stolen clothing, including their jewellery. Helena felt nothing as she glanced over the naked toned corpses, the brunettes B-cups with puffy rounded areolas stood out, but to Helena they were just collateral damage, nothing more. When they were finished Helena turned to her partner. "Bury these bitches and pack away their camp, they were never here." It took them half an hour to bury the bodies of the naked murdered students and to clear their camp. "So let's go over the plan again?" Garcia said as they tossed the naked corpse of Candice next to Grace. Helena tutted shaking her head. "Don't you listen. We kill these two, take their clothes. We go up to Rasinski's cabin, pretend to be little lost students. Harper being a doddering old broad, let's us in. Bang! She's dead, then we blow up her cabin by faking a gas explosion. Old woman dies in a gas explosion, these kids get lost in the woods and none of this gets linked back to Artemis. The SI are clueless, so are the authorities. Got it?" Garcia let out a low whistle as they shuffled dirt on the graves of the students. "Pretty clever huh? I love working with Artemis." Stupid bitch thought Helena as they finished their disposal. "Now it's the old woman's turn." She said as they got into the girls hire truck. Garcia rubbed her hands together. "More killing? I can't wait."



The Cabin of Harper Rasinski 5km from the town of Great Falls Montana 20:30pm



Harper Rasinski poured herself a measure of Jack Daniels from her liquor cabinet. As she took a sniff of the amber liquid, savouring the aroma Harper glanced at her photographs on her mantle. It was hard to believe that the young redheaded woman, standing in the photograph dressed in white next to Caroline, was her. But Harper remembered that day as if it was yesterday, she remembered marrying the love of her life soon after they had formed the SI alongside Anastasia, Vittoria and Katrin they were all there the original SI. Just the five of them against the world. How she missed those heady times, stealing clothes from various beautiful women and sex with Caroline hell she missed Anastasia's level head, their constant bickering. Now, Harper had sought nothing but her own company ever since the SI turned it's back on what it was supposed to be. Harper took the photograph looking at the both of them caressing Caroline's face as took a sip of her Jack. Despite being 65 years young, Harper had never felt better she had retained her youthful figure through daily runs, hunting and aerobics along with a healthy balanced diet. She was very spry for a supposed old woman. Her mind was as sharp as ever before. Granted she had more lines in her face, more grey in her braided auburn hair but her grandmother had once told her, Cossacks are like wine they get better with age. Seeing her reflection, Harper could believe old Nana Anya. I miss you, Carol. But I had to do this, I couldn't stay... A knock at the door snapped her thoughts back to the present. Curious, Harper put down the portrait resting her hand on her sheathed afghan dagger on her jeans. Strange, I don't usually get visits and the park rangers come in the morning I don't like this. Advancing on the door, Harper cautiously opened it.



There stood two young women, one an African American wearing a blue grey designer jacket the other a latino wearing a denim jacket and jean shorts. "Hi, my name is Helena Turnbull and this is my friend Abby Garcia. We are students from UC Stanford, on a camping trip but we have become dreadfully lost. Might we come inside and trouble you for a map?" Harper took a good look at these two, there was something off about them their clothes seemed a little too young for them and didn't exactly suit them. But that wasn't necessary suspicious...much. "Of course, please come in. I haven't had any visitors in a while." Harper said playing the doddering old woman. The two walked in as Harper opened the door for them, but keeping her eyes fixed on them one hand on her knife. "It's real nice place you have here, ma'am." Remarking the latina as Harper closed the door behind them. Taking a closer look at them, Harper noted some dried blood on the collar of the black girls pink top and the latinas tank top. I thought so, those clothes don't belong to them looks like they stripped them from corpses . Plus there was dirt on their trainers Someone's been digging. "So you two girls are from California? Stanford wasn't it? What are you studying?" The two women suddenly tensed as if they were preparing for something, combat perhaps? "Uh, no we are studying medicine. We wanna became doctors." Replied Helena who glanced nervously at the latina, Abby, who nodded without conviction. Lying rats, they don't teach law at Stanford, idiots... Suddenly the latina stretched impatiently, and Harper noticed the bulge under her jacket a 9mm Beretta suppressed, in fact they were both armed, that was all Harper needed. She got close to them. "You know it's always nice to have the young around to visit." The two women flashed her confused looks, but before they could draw Harper whipped out her dagger. In a flash of steel her dagger opened up a wide gash in Helena's throat, her face a mixture of confusion and surprised as she collapsed trying to staunch the blood flow from her rent throat. Abby, shocked at the violent death of her friend froze giving Harper a split second to reverse her grip plunging the dagger into the latinas heart between her breasts. The girl coughed up blood as Harper twisted the knife then yanked it out, the latina collapsed onto her back blood pooling around her. After wiping her dagger on the latinas jacket, Harper sheathed it. As Helena still twitched, the last of her lifeblood forming a small lake Harper searched her pockets "Grace Kissinger, 19 years old." She read a Student ID card seeing a pretty blonde face look back at her, she then searched the latinas pockets finding another card. "Candice Jones, 20. Much too young." She sighed. "You bitches murdered and stripped two innocents just to get to me. But why?" Harper then noticed an ear piece in Helena's ear, taking it out she popped it in. " Artemis Alpha team, report? This is Beta team, is Rasinski dead? We saw you go in but then nothing? What's going on?" Artemis? Who the fuck are they? Well it doesn't matter who they are. They will all die. And not just for me, these girls deserve justice Harper thought as she put the IDs back, before turning off the lights. Bring them on Harper crouched into the shadows, drawing her knife. Feeling the killing rage she hadn't felt in 40 years.



Beta leader, Janice Harker grew nervous as she heard nothing from Alpha team, as she watched the cabin from her hide in the treeline with her three woman team. Had those rookies screwed it up? Well if assassin's in disguise won't cut it , then good old fashioned firepower can do the trick Janice turned to her team, beta team. "Alright, Ladies. Stack up sweep and clear, you see Rasinski put her down." One woman, Beta 03 Amy Brannigan held up her hand. "And Alpha team, boss?" Janice shook her head. "They are secondary, if they are dead. Doesn't matter, the mission matters. Move out!" The team echoed her as they advanced on the cabin door. Beta team, where all former LAPD SWAT fired for embezzlement and taking bribes from street gangs. Artemis later extended them an offer and they accepted relishing the prospect of killing without the red tape. They were all dressed similarly, wearing black tactical jumpsuits with tactical vests with laced combat boots, helmets their faces covered by balaclavas. Their Artemis insignia removed for covert action. They were all armed with M4A1 carbines, with laser pointers, flashlights and holographic sights. And carried USP .45s for sidearms. Stacking up by the door, Janice gave the order for Beta 02 to kick open the door. "Sweep and clear, keep it tight ladies." Janice said as they stormed the cabin rifles raised.


As Janice along with Beta 02 sweeped the room, their flashlights found the bloody corpses of Alpha team. "My god. They have been butchered, did Rasinski do this? She's just an old woman." Janice suddenly felt a chill go down her spine, in all years she had never seen such savagery. "Fan out! Old woman my ass! A professional did this! Stay alert check those corners." Which wasn't something Amy Brannigan did as she entered the bedroom, her flashlight hit the bed but she didn't see the shadow behind her. Harper clamped a hand over her mouth, then stabbed her in the back of her neck at the brain stem. The former cop slumped into Harper's arms, letting out a short death rattle. Harper gently laid the dead woman against the wall, as she tossed a glass into the next room. The three ex SWAT turned towards the sound of breaking glass. "What the fuck was that!" Beta 02 cried as Harper advanced into the room, slitting the throat of Beta 04 gently lowering the dead woman to the floor. Before Beta 02 could turn around, Harper crouched low lunging forwards stabbing the dagger into her neck. Hearing the woman's cry of pain, Janice turned around. "No! Rebecca! You will pay for that bi- " She was cut off mid sentence as she heard a dull wet thunk hit her throat. She looked down in horror to see a curved dagger lodged in her throat. Harper having thrown her knife, stalked forwards, pulling it out sneering as the former LAPD cop slumped choking on her on blood. Giving one final twitch before she expired.



Harper, felt good as she wiped the blood of her knife on the team leaders uniform. She had dispensed justice on these animals, they had deserved it. She turned the light on, impressed by her handiwork, 6 of these "Artemis" lay dead for their hubris. Hearing the sound of the team leaders radio crackle, Harper cocked her head. It seems my work is not yet done she picked up the walkie from the woman's corpse. "Beta team? This is Artemis Actual? Come in? We haven't received any word from any callsign please advise? Over." Came a pretty southern female voice. Fucking handlers, they are no better than the tools Harper took the radio, pressing send. "Artemis Actual?" She mimicked the team leaders accent easily, as an idea came to her. "This is Beta Leader. Rasinski is dead, but my team is shot she got them all. Request evac, over?" There was a slight pause. "Damn it! Request granted, we will send a car for you. ETA 15 minutes. We need to debrief, understood?" Harper smiled "Roger that, Beta lead out." She looked around, all she needed was a uniform. It was too bad all these were too bloody, but she remembered Beta 03 in the bedroom. Rear neck stab, not much blood. Walking to her bedroom, Harper found the dead woman were she left her. She quickly stripped out of her clothes, down to her underwear then got to work stripping the corpse. Harper removed the woman's boots, gloves, helmet and balaclava revealing a pretty diamond shaped face with high cheekbones, her light brown hair cut into a cropped pixie cut. Her cold dead blue eyes staring in shock, blood trickling from her mouth. Harper stripped off the dead girls tactical vest, then unzipped the jumpsuit peeling it off her toned athletic body. Harper stood over the dead Beta 03, dressed only in her olive green undervest and black hipster shorts, quickly dressing in her uniform. When she was finished, Harper hid her knife behind her back then looped the M4 over her shoulder leaving the corpse of Amy Brannigan behind. She placed an emergency call using a phone from one of her assassins. "Yeah. I heard loud voices over at the Rasinski cabin. I think they were carrying guns, I head some gunshots." She fired a couple of shots with her handgun before the operator asked her name, then hung up. Walking out of the cabin, it didn't take long for Harper to find the main road where a pair of headlights were coming towards her, it was a black hummer. She flagged down the vehicle, walking towards the passenger side. "You Beta leader?" Asked the masked man behind the wheel, Harper nodded. The man gestured for her get in, gunning the engine as soon as leaned back in the seat.



Artemis Forward Camp 15 minutes later



"Hey, how did some old woman take out your team? I thought you guys were all former SWAT, what gives?" Asked the Artemis goon as they parked the hummer near the command tent. Harper, still playing the part of Beta Leader shook her head. "She took us by surprise, Rasinski gutted my entire team with just a dagger. I only just got her with a three round burst from my rifle." The masked man patted her on her shoulder. "Well, shit. Come on you can fill command in with your debrief." They got out of the truck, walking up to the command tent where there were three other Artemis personnel one middle aged man and two young women, all dressed in the company uniform of black suits, ties the Artemis pin on their lapels (a greek letter A super intertwined with a longbow.). The man turned to face her. "So what news, Beta Leader? You said Rasinski wiped out your team." Without saying a word, Harper unsheathed her dagger slashing the man behind her in his throat before drawing her handgun, shooting both staffers in the head with practiced shots as the third surrendered. "No wait, don't shoot I'am unarmed!" The young woman with dirty blonde hair cried as she raised her hands. Harper trained her pistol on the girl. "Wait, I recognise that sweet voice. The girl on the radio. Tell me sweet voice, do the names Grace Kissinger and Candice Jones mean anything to you?" The staffer relaxed slightly, a look of confusion on her face. "Who?" Harper gripped her pistol. "Who?! The two innocent women your two friends murdered!" The woman blinked, a look of detachment on her face. "Oh, the students? Well I suppose they were just collateral damage. Why do you even ca-ugh!" With a sneer of contempt, Harper double tapped her in the head. Staffers, just as guilty... She stepped over the woman's corpse searching the tent for any information. Finding an interesting file and USB dongle, Harper pocketing these before picking up a flare. Pulling the cord, she tossed the flare into a corner leaving the guilty to burn as she walked away.



Access road 2km from Harper's cabin. The same moment


"Have you read her file? The woman is practically a legend! Harper built the SI from the ground up." Miranda said as she and her wife Nadja sped down the access road towards Harper's cabin. Nadja turned to her squeezing her hand. "She didn't do it alone, she had team. Much like us my love." Miranda returned the squeeze as she reviewed the mission on her phone. It had been a month since their mission to Cash's mansion at Christmas, the man having since turned himself in with no where else to go. However, they weren't entirely successful the whereabouts of Rasinski had been leaked to Artemis International, the SI's immediate competition and a bunch of cruel feckless amateurs if you asked anyone in the SI. Their orders were to bring Harper to safety. But what interested Miranda were the details of Harper's mission to Afghanistan in 1985. "You know CIA sent her to kill her girlfriend because of her defection but she didn't even know. Fucking bastards, Nads. I can't imagine what she must have went through." Without taking her eyes off the road, Nadja nodded. "Neither can I, but I know I could never hurt you Miranda. Wait, look Miri. The door..." She pointed to the door of the cabin, kicked off his hinges. "Shit! Looks like Harper's had guests! I hope we are not too late!" Jumping out their unmarked SI sedan, the two senior operatives drew their shock pistols and approached the door stacking up either side. Giving her wife a nod, Miranda followed her into the cabin shock pistols raised.



The sight that greeted them was one of carnage, there were a total of five corpses in the front room all female all with knife wounds. Some dressed in tactical gear and strangely two dressed in plain clothes. "What the fuck?! Nads, have you seen anything like this? There is blood everywhere." To Miranda's surprise, her wife nodded. "Do you remember when I told you about the night, I avenged Gallia? I did something similar, but this is a whole another level. This is focused rage." Miranda nodded having flashbacks to New York. "How old did you say, Harper is?" Nadja knelt by the two plain clothes corpses. "65 but age doesn't matter. This was all muscle memory, impressive." She searched the two women, finding their IDs. "Candice Jones and Grace Kissenger? Well they look nothing like their photos." She handed them to Miranda. "Looks like Artemis beat us to it. These two murdered these poor innocent girls and stripped them. Fucking amateurs, killing kids." She handed the IDs back. " Even I didn't kill the young, before we met. This lot were the back up team." Nadja looked around at the dead soldiers. Miranda smiled "Then Harper kills them, tough break for Artemis. Looks like the bastards deserved it. But where's Harper? Let's have a look around. Maybe we can pick up her trail." The couple looked around the cabin, Miranda taking a glance at her wedding photos smiling at the memory of her own wedding as she walked into the bedroom. She nearly tripped up the scantily clad body of a young woman, dressed only in her standard issue underwear, propped up against the wall. "Nadja, love you need to come see this." Nadja appeared behind her crouching by the corpse, smiling. "Rear neck stab, old school. There wouldn't be much blood, she strips this one puts on her uniform goes after their command and control." Miranda patted her on her shoulder. "Exactly what we would've done, I like her." The flashing of blue lights from the window dazzled her. "Look, Nads. The fuzz, damn it we need to leave." Nadja put her pistol back in its holster nodding. As they left the bedroom, they came face to face with two female sheriff deputies who trained their pistols at them. "Freeze! Don't move you're under arrest for suspected homicide!" The first said a lithe pretty easy Asian girl. While her partner, a pretty brunette looked around. "Fuck me?! It's a bloodbath!" Miranda turned to her wife, their hands up. "Well, shit!"



Harper looked down on her cabin, from the hide that was once occupied by Beta team. She sighed, she knew that the two women, one blonde the other a redhead being led out by the Great Falls deputies were SI operatives judging by their training and weapons. Definitely Special Operations. Harper felt guilty, the cops were only meant to discover the bodies. But she had lead those agents unwittingly into a trap. I have to free them, never leave an operator behind. It's the right thing to do But first she needed transportation and a change of clothes. Harper smiled in her experience, both were never far away. She scrambled from the overlook, approaching the main road.



The main road into Great Falls



23 year old Britney Wallace, sang along to "You're Only Human After All." as she drove home from a particularly gruelling days work at Ten Acre Ranch 5 km outside of town, where she worked as a farmhand. She caught her reflection in the rear view mirror liking what she saw. Britney was a beautiful girl with heart shaped features sculptured cheekbones and long light brown hair. She was dressed in a short sleeve red and white checkered shirt with black belted denim jeans, with black leather ankle work boots. As see began to hit the chorus, her lights picked up a darkly dressed vaguely feminine figure standing in the middle of the road waving it's arms. Gently bringing her VW Golf to a halt, Britney pressed her window down as the figure approached her. "Hey there. Why are you dressed like that? Are you Army or something?" The woman smiled under her mask. "Something like that. You know I really like your outfit." Britney felt a little bit confused, was this woman drunk? "I...er..thanks I guess." The woman reached behind Britneys head. "Hey what are you..? Ugh!" Britney was unprepared as the woman in black smashed her face into her steering wheel, knocking her unconscious the horn sounded as her head impacted the horn. "But it will look better on me dearie." Harper said pulling off her mask.


It didn't take long for Harper, to strip out of her tactical gear and dress in the clothes of the unconscious girl who was now safely bound and gagged with duct tape, wearing only her matching solid white plunge bra and bikini thong, her youthful toned body on display. "Thanks...Britney." Harper read off the girls driving licence which she tossed onto her scantily clad body. " Its nothing personal, I would recommend some aspirin for the pain when you wake up." With that she snapped shut the trunk, and got behind the wheel. Now she just needed a deputies uniform. Gunning the engine she drove towards town.



Outside Great Falls Montana


Deputy Patricia Kennedy sat in her black and white, sipping at her triple pump low fat mocha as she sat on the outskirts of town near the town sign, bored out her skull. At 23 Patricia had been a deputy sheriff in Great Falls for a couple of years now, but found the job rewarding enough, although on nights like tonight she wished she was at home snuggled up with her girlfriend Lynn and their cat, she was practically freezing in this car. Patricia cut an attractive figure in her uniform, which consisted of a black puffer jacket with her badge and nameplate the badge of the Great Falls Sheriff's Department on her left shoulder, the Star Spangled Banner on her right. Underwhich was her beige uniform shirt and white undershirt. Black trousers help up by her equipment belt, which contained her .357 Smith and Wesson revolver, torch, pepper spray and night stick and matching black shoes. Yawning widely, Patricia caught her reflection in the wing mirror. If you asked Lynn, she was the prettiest girl in the station with a rounded face, smooth cheekbones and pale green eyes her short raven coloured hair combed into a lazy fly away, below her brown wide brimmed sheriffs hat.


A knock at her window, caused her to nearly drop her coffee. Patricia pressed her window down to see an elderly woman, with short auburn hair streaked with grey hair, who looked youthful for her age. "Sorry my dear officer. I didn't mean to startle you. I hope your not too busy." The woman asked in a sweet local accent. Patricia looked up smiling at her. "It's alright ma'am, it's been a long night. How can I help you?" The old woman stooped slightly, wincing in pain as she pointed up to her car. "I was driving into town, when I had a blow out. I would usually do it myself but my hips been acting up. Could you be a dear and help me with it, please?" Patricia fixed the sweet old dear a sympathetic smile, why she reminded her of her mom. "Of course, ma'am. Lead the way. " She got out of her patrol car following the old redhead. "I'm so sorry to be a burden on the young." The old woman said leading her around to the trunk, standing behind her. "It's no trouble, ma'am it's my civic duty after all." The elderly woman flashed her a warm smile. "Of course, my dear. Well I will need a little help getting the tire out the trunk, I'am not as young as I once was." She said popping the truck open. Patricia's eyes widened as she saw a young brunette woman dressed only in her underwear, tied up with duct tape. Tears were streaming down her face, as she screamed in her gag a red bruise on her forehead. "What the-ugh!" Patricia felt a blow on the back of head knocking her unconscious. Harper tossed her tire iron back into the truck. "Youth is wasted on the young, eh Britney?" The girl just screamed more into her gag. "Well that's enough out of you little girl." Harper punched Britney in the face, putting her to sleep once again. "Let's get you out of that uniform, Deputy Kennedy." She said stripping off Britney's clothes.


"Well it isn't the first time I have stripped law enforcement, but your uniform is quite snug deputy compared to others I have worn ." Harper set the deputies hat on her head, before she taped the unconscious deputy binding and gagging her. Deputy Kennedy was dressed only in her matching blue and white striped bra and low cut tanga briefs. "There you go, deputy. I hope you two are nice and cosy in that trunk, you do make a lovely cute couple." She said stuffing the scantily clad deputy into the cramped VW Golfs trunk with the equally scantily clad Britney before slamming the trunk shut locking it. After rolling the car off the road into the tree line, Harper walked back to the patrol car getting in. Igniting the engine she drove into town, looking for the sheriff station.



Great Falls Sheriff Station 15 minutes later



"Look, my wife and I are SI, the Shadow Initiative. If you call the number on our ID, that will direct you to our legal department. We had nothing to do with these murders." Miranda said as she and her wife languished in their large cell. The first deputy, an attractive blonde with strawberry blonde hair tied into a bun shook her head, the nameplate on her shirt read "Burrows" " We haven't heard of you or this SI? Are you CIA?" Nadja rolled her eyes. "Seriously? What about the war in Ukraine? The PMC crisis? Surely Operation Windfall?" The second deputy a pretty east Asian with shoulder length light brown hair called "Chan" snorted. "We really don't get much news here, it's a quiet town." Miranda walked up to the bars, leaned against them. "More like a dull town. Shoot me if I ever was born here." She smirked as Nadja laughed. "Knock it off, you smart ass limey. The FBI will be here in the morning to take your statements, then we will call your fancy lawyers. Come on Vicky, let's grab a coffee leave these two lovebirds." Burrows said walking towards the exit. "Right you are Catherine." Vicki replied falling in behind her. "Well we won't be here in the morning, officers! You follow me! Damn American hic cops!" Miranda turned to her wife, who passionately kissed her. "Come on, my heart. We have gotten out of tougher scrapes then this, remember the Darkwatch rig." Miranda encircled her arms around Nadja's, giggling. "Yeah, those fine ass Darkwatch girls all naked. And the look on 94's face when we said didn't really need rescuing. Fun times." Nadja smirked kissing Miranda on the lips. "I miss Darkwatch girls, they were all so cute." Miranda smiled at the memory. "Weirdly, I miss 94 she's the only family I have left." They paused for a minute before Nadja asked. "So what's the plan then? You thinking what I'am thinking, love?" Miranda flashed a wicked grin. "Yep, we did what we do best. Call them back here, we knock them out, strip them and walk on outta here." Nadja caressed her wife's long auburn hair. "That's why I leave the plans to you, heart. You always make the best ones. Although we still need to find Harper." Miranda sighed. "First things first, now our uniforms." She said turning back to the bars. "Hey guards! What the hell...?" Miranda's voice trailed off as she sure the peculiar site of a deputy sheriff dragging two behind her. "I believe you two have been looking for me." Harper Rasinski raised her head, as she unlocked the cell door.


"Here, some uniforms. Get dressed. We can talk as you strip them." Harper tossed in the unconscious bodies of Deputies Burrows and Chan into their cell. "Wait how did the hell did you take these two out?" Miranda said in awe as she knelt over the body of Deputy Chan, stripping down to her underwear. Harper merely smiled, tapping the side of her nose. "Trade secrets, Greenhorn." Nadja who was already in her black underwear, looked from removing Burrows' gunbelt and shoes. " Hold on? How did you know we got caught?" Harper shifted uncomfortably as she leaned against the cell door. "That was my fault..." She told them about the attack on her cabin, the assassins and the students as the couple unbuttoned the unconscious deputies shirts. "...so no hard feelings?" Miranda, who had removed the shirt from Chan and was in the process of stripping off her undershirt smiled. "No, it's fine. We would have done the same. And those bastards they deserved to die." Harper's eyes widened in surprise. "That's not the response I always get from Greenhorn agents like you two, no offence." Nadja who had stripped Burrows down to her black sports bra, grimaced at it before continuing. "Both of us, have been in impossible situations were we have killed those who have crossed us. So we understand better than anyone." They both squeezed hands before resuming their undressing of the unconscious deputies. Harper flashed them sympathetic glances. "Then you have my condolences, no-one should have to go through something like that." There was an haunted expression behind her eyes, as the couple resumed. In 30 seconds they were getting dressed in their stolen uniforms, standing over the scantily clad athletic bodies of the deputies. Chan dressed in her sexy race lace bralette and G-string combo while Burrows was wearing her black sports bra with matching hipster shorts. "You're a lucky cow, again my love. You always get the ones who wear lace." Nadja laughed as she hand cuffed Burrows, tying her up with strips of her clothing. "And you always get sports bra's." Miranda teased as she restrained Chan. After both deputies were restrained, they laid them into the single cot throwing the sheet over them. Their joking making even Harper chuckle. "You stripped them in a minute and fifteen. Impressive. Now lets get outta here. The evidence they have on you is flimsy at best." Together they walked out of the sheriff station into the night.


5km outside Great Falls



"Thanks for the rescue Harper, but we have our orders. We need to bring you in, for your safety." Miranda said as she leaned against their hire car, her wife by her side. Harper, who was sitting in her stolen black and white door open shook her head. "I cannot go back, I have some... disagreements with the Council that are too long standing. Besides, you seen my work at the cabin. Do I look like I need mothering? I can take care of myself." Nadja crossed her arms under her C-cup breasts. "I know that, but surely you understand that the SI needs you more than ever. Come back with us! I'am sure the other founders will take you back." Harper sighed rising from the car. "There is much Caroline hasn't told you I see. Why would she? There are things you don't understand." The two agents glanced at each other. Harper relaxed slightly. "Look, you are both fine agents. You two remind me of Caroline and myself in our younger days. Here..." She handed them the USB she had taken from the command tent. "I took this from the Artemis team that tried to kill me. It may contain something useful. There is a greater threat to the SI then we realised" Miranda accepted the dongle, pocketing it in her stolen uniform. "What about you Harper?" Harper closed the door to the patrol car, starting the engine. "I will do what I do best. I will go hunting, but first I need a change of clothes and something less conspicuous then this car." Miranda walked forward. "Wait a second. Your dagger, why do you carry it with you?" Harper gave her a dark look. "It's a reminder of those I have lost and the lifes I have taken. See you around Miranda and Nadja." With that she gunned the engine, leaving them by the side of the road.



Epilogue, 6km outside Great Falls


Harper Rasinski stood over the half naked unconscious body of a young beautiful long haired ginger, a 23 year old named Devon Miller, according to her licence. The girl had been wearing a very sweet black leather ensemble that consisted of a leather biker jacket, tight riding pants with knee high leather boots underwhich was a white tube top. A biker helmet with mirrored aviators. Now she was just dressed in a solid black G-string her young C-cups with puffy pink areolas stiffening in the cold air, handcuffed and taped with duct tape. Harper had seen the girl pull out in front of her, in her sleek leathers astride the Harley Davidson. A biker at heart, Harper just had to steal her clothes, it had been a while since she had worn leather. Harper had pulled her up then shot her with the officers taser, easy. It made her feel young again to don these leathers. She scooped the half naked redhead up, carrying the girl towards the trunk of the patrol car tossing her inside snapping it shut. Sitting astride the motorcycle, Harper used the girls phone and dialled a number she hadn't in a long time. Giving her SI serial number to the mechanical female voice she waited as it dialled. "Harp, my love is it really you? I take it this number is not yours." Caroline said in her wonderful German accented British. Harper smiled as she heard her voice. "It's former owner was kind enough to lend it me, along with her clothes." Caroline chuckled "You haven't changed a bit, good to know." There was an awkward pause. " Carol, I met your agents they are very good but don't send anyone else after me. I need to finish this alone." Caroline let out a frustrated sigh "You are never alone, Harp. You have the SI, you have me. You shouldn't have to be alone. I miss you, love." Harper started to feel tears well up in eyes, she wiped her eyes. "I know, love. But I have to do this. For the SI, for us and for me. Besides, I have been out of the game for too long." She chuckled but still felt a lump in her throat. "Alright, Harper. I know better than to talk you out of it. It's why I married you. Just take of yourself, you hear? I will always love you, my darling wife. Come on back to me when your done." Harper repeated her words. "Count on it, babe. I love you too." Bading her farewell, Harper reluctantly hung up the phone then kicked on the ignition. She smiled as she heard "Bad to the Bone." Over the radio. The engine purring between her legs, Harper drove into the night. Her mission had only just begun.

[dummy76]

half hoping amy brannigan wore something more racy to work that day

[Stormtrooper1990]

half hoping amy brannigan wore something more racy to work that day

Hi Dummy

I'am sorry Amy was a straight up corrupt ex SWAT girl who favoured standard issue.

Rest assured, in future stories, they won't all be wearing standard issue to work...

[meditions142]

Very interesting chapter to start development of how evil Artemis is. This certainly lays the ground work for future stories.

Definitely enjoyed Harper in this chapter. It was made clear she had no qualms about killing the bad guys given how she handled the Artemis team.

However, she also clearly does't mind being rough on the innocent targets too. Particularly the way she first knocked put Britney and then punched her the second time to knock her out again.

Love the comments by Nadja and Miranda about Darkwatch particularly the comment "I miss Darkwatch girls, they were all so cute."

[Stormtrooper1990]

Very interesting chapter to start development of how evil Artemis is. This certainly lays the ground work for future stories.

Definitely enjoyed Harper in this chapter. It was made clear she had no qualms about killing the bad guys given how she handled the Artemis team.

However, she also clearly does't mind being rough on the innocent targets too. Particularly the way she first knocked put Britney and then punched her the second time to knock her out again.

Love the comments by Nadja and Miranda about Darkwatch particularly the comment "I miss Darkwatch girls, they were all so cute."

Hi Meditions

I think out of all the enemies faced so far by the SI, Artemis will be perhaps the most cruel and evil they will ever face. As they have no qualms about killing innocent kids if its just to achieve the mission. Even Darkwatch never targeted the young. I want this chapter to make SOG 6 question their beliefs that they have clung on too hus far. And ask what if Non-lethal isn't enough on the enemy this time. Since Aretmis( both their soldiers and "assassins" are trained killers with no scruples.) won't hesitate.


I'am pleased with how Harper as turned out in this chapter. I think the phrase "Force of Nature." is appropriate for her, and she goes to prove you are only as old as you feel. And never too old to steal an outfit or three. My favourite piece I wrote on Harper in this chapter was the scene in the tent, with Harper employing frontier justice. It's a lesson she learned in Afghanistan that back room staff, are just as culpable as those they command. Thus the comms tech paid for her callousness with her life. Artemis clearly underestimated Harper, and it will be a mistake they will live to regret especially in later chapters. You could also draw a lot of comparisons with Harper with both Miranda and Nadja. Each of them have been through so much and have been changed forever. And they all have emotional detachment, especially when it comes to civilian takedowns.


That's the darker aspect of Harpers character, a result of her PTSD, the mission to Afghanistan broke her humanity, making her dissociative. We first saw it when she put down Angela and Cally in A New Initiative. Harper views innocents as a means to an end, so while she doesn't kill them(she still as her code.) she isn't gentle on them either. Harper believes that what she does is for the greater good and for her survival. Putting down innocents roughly isn't personal, it's about survival and to keep moving forwards.


I think we can all agree with Miranda and Nadja here, that we all miss those loveable, cute (if slightly dumb) Darkwatch sentries. Artemis by comparison will certainly be cute, but not very loveable.