Cold War Stories:- Chasing a Phantom Part 2:- Questions and Answers

[Stormtrooper1990]

A day following her reunion with her best friend Célia Tákacs, Bianka Mészáros is being held captive awaiting her friends judgement after saving her life from KGB spy killer Natalia Borisova. Meanwhile, Natalia is facing tough questions from the local communist police which is impeding her hunt for the Phantom of Pécs. Will Bianka and Célia be able to rekindle their friendship and combine their skills to outsmart a greater enemy? This is their story...


The Caves Beneath the Mountains of Mecsek, Thursday 13th May 1957, 09:45am


Still dressed in the border guard uniform she had stolen the day earlier, Bianka with a black cloth over her head was seated roughly into a chair. The light came rushing into her eyes as the cloth was removed. "I have had gentler invitations." She blinked Célia coming into focus her arms folded across her breasts. "Leave us." She commanded the men who had brought her in who saluted her fist over heart before leaving the two of us alone. Bianka sighed into her binds. "Used to be you liked my sense of humour. Please, Célia. All this is unnecessary, I'am on your side." Célia shook her head approaching her. "Nobody's on our side, B. Not the Ivan's and certainly not the bloody Americans. Was it they who sent you? Let me guess? That buffoon Robbins wasn't it? That asshole always got our names wrong." Bianka nodded looking her best friend in the eye. "Yes. The CIA sent me to kill you-" "What?! Why does the CIA want me dead? My fight is not with them and I certainly didn't kill any CIA agents."


Tears swelled in Bianka's eyes. "Killing that KGB assassin, Sofia, has opened up a whole can of worms and set the region on edge. Robbins and the CIA want to close. You are a loose end that they want to tie off to avoid embarrassment." Célia sighed kneeling beside her. "And you chose to defy your orders? To save my life? I'am not ungrateful and it's good to see you again but you risked everything for me. Why?" Tears began to stream down her eyes as she smiled. "Because we are friends, Célia. I could no more kill you then my own mother. I owe you that much and I'm sorry I ruined your operation." Taking a deep shuddering breath, Célia hugged her before standing up. "I have missed you, B. So who was that ÁVH bitch in the square? Is she a damn red? I caught her accent."


Bianka nodded. "We believe she's KGB, one of their so called 'spy hunters'." Chuckling she shook her head. "Looks like you really pissed them off." Walking around behind her Célia took out her knife. "What else is new? If this bitch is after me then we need to work together. I know you're a good agent and still a good shot but I need to know that I can trust you." Looking over her shoulder, Bianka fixed her friend with an unblinking stare. "I swear on the lives of my family, that you can trust me. My friend." Cutting her binds, Célia helped up her up as Bianka massaged her wrists. Before either of them could speak, Mónika came rushing in. Her eyes widening at Bianka.


"So we are letting the CIA agent go now? Is that a good idea, boss?" Célia and Bianka swapped glances. "She's an old friend, Mònika. And one of us now. You don't have to worry about her, I can vouch for her character." Mònika sighed narrowing her eyes at the newcomer. "Alright boss, if you say so. But I will be keeping an eye on her all the same." Célia glanced at the paper clutched in her seconds hand. "So you have something to tell me, Mónika? News from Budapest?" Monika's face turned grave. "It's Barbeta. She was attacked in her home by some bitch disguised as an ÁVH officer. The poor woman was almost garroted to death." Célia gasped covering her mouth. "Oh my god!? Is she going to be alright?" Mònika nodded. "The resistance got to her after she sent an SOS via morse code and are treating her wounds in secret. She's been in and out of consciousness and her necks broken. But she did manage to utter one word 'KGB' " Célia breathed a sigh of relief before turning to Bianka.


Sharing knowing glances, the two women nodded. Mónika flung out her arms. "You already knew? Of course you did, your friends with a CIA agent." Taking hold of Bianka's hand, Célia lead her from the cave with Mónika trailing behind. "Come B, we have much to talk about. I have a bottle of Unicum I haven't opened yet." Bianka returned her friends squeeze. "Unicum? I haven't had a taste for a couple of years. All we had in the states was that tepid American swill." Laughing the two women clutched it other as Mònika looked Bianka up and down. "And we should get her some clothes at least. That border guard uniform will come in very handy for us."

Communist Police Headquarters, Széchenyi Square, Pécs, The same moment


"For the hundred time my name is Natalia Borisova and I'am a Senior Sergeant with the KGB, the women I was tracking were dissidents, who have gotten away no thanks to you." Snorted Natalia as she sat opposite a bald male HPA officer, the rank on his shoulders indicating a lieutenant, in a dingy and dark interview room in the bowels of the police headquarters. The man who had identified himself as József Nágy leaned back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face. "We know your not Enikó Geró, ÁVH officer. Since her corpse was found in a dumpster in Budapest, throat slit and her uniform and credentials missing. Then you show up in my town wearing a dead woman's clothes shooting your gun off. With the murder weapon in your pocket!. Do you know what the penalty is for murdering let alone impersonating a member of the secret police?" Natalia sighed her top lip curling. "No where near as severe letting two dissidents loose and impeding me in my duties, lieutenant." She replied snarling his rank like an insult. The man leaned forward, clasping his hands on the table.


"Does the name Ilona Tamási mean anything to you?" Natalia shrugged her cuffed hands in her lap. "Am I supposed to know who that is?" The lieutenant narrowed his eyes. "She's my niece, my sister's girl. A good officer. Up until the point she was found naked just outside of town with a pile of loose clothing, shivering and bound like a roast chicken, her uniform and credentials also missing. Do you have anything to do with that?!" He roared as Natalia shook her head. "No! That must be the dissidents I'am hunting. For the last time! I'am KGB!" She said through gritted teeth. Lieutenant Nágy rose up from his chair. "Do you know what I think, ' Senior Sergeant Borisova'?" He jabbed an accusing finger at her. "You are an American spy! And you're going to be locked away and then executed by firing squad. The Hungarian People's Army will search for your 'dissidents' in the hills. Commissar Becskei!" Natalia rose from the chair as the pretty female commissar entered the room.


The woman that entered was an attractive ginger haired woman in her late twenties, with short combed over hair, freckled squared features and emerald green eyes under her olive green peaked cap the Hungarian communist party symbol pinned at the top. Her matching uniform which displayed her athletic figure consisted of a matching jacket with stars on her epaulettes, crossed swords on her collar, red and gold star stitched on the left shoulder and matching trousers ending in brown leather jackboots. Her Tokarev holstered at her waist with a brown leather belt crossed over her right shoulder, where the keys to her cuffs dangled. Natalia sized her up. These fools have forced my hand. I will need to take this woman's uniform and teach them a lesson. "Commissar..." Nágy turned to the woman. "...please take our American guest here to the presidential suite. Make her comfortable while I prepare the execution detail."


"Yes sir!" Commissar Dominika Becskei, saluted the man, picking up Natalia roughly under her right arm. "Come along American or I will have to drag you there by your ankles if I have to." Letting the woman man handle her out of the room, Natalia glared at the Lieutenant all the way. "You're making a big mistake, Lieutenant. No prison can hold me!" She hissed as the Commissar slammed the door behind them.


The Prison Cells, 10:00am


Has she was led towards the nearest open cell, Natalia sprang her trap stopping just as they came near an empty cell. "Keep moving, American!" Natalia balled her fists. "How many times do I have to tell you..." She span around hitting the commissars throat with her fists, sending the woman reeling with a choked cry stunning her. Snatching the keys from her belt and quickly loosening the cuffs from her wrists sending them clattering to the ground, before pinning the Commissar to the wall with her forearm. "...I'am a fucking Russian!" She snarled clamping her palm over the woman's mouth, muffling her cries. There was fear in the woman's pretty green eyes as Natalia leaned in close like a lover. "You know Commissar? Security in this pathetic little dump is woefully inadequate. I hope your death will serve to remedy that, comrade." With that she pulled the woman's head sharply to the right breathing with satisfaction as she heard the crunch of bone that snuffed out the career of Commissar Dominika Becskei. Seeing the light leave those big green eyes, Natalia caught the woman's dead weight under her shoulders, dragging her into the waiting cell.


Laying the cooling corpse onto the cot, Natalia put on the woman's cap before tearing off her drab prison dress. Then sitting next to the Commissar, she pulled off the dead woman's boot, along with her black socks and unstrapped the holster pulling it free of the corpse. After slipping off the former Commissars jacket off her shoulders, Natalia unbuttoned the woman's white undershirt revealing a hint of small but well formed breasts hidden by a black lace trim cotton slip, the nipples peaking under the thin fabric. Unfastening Dominika's trousers she worked them loose off her slender hips, whipping them down her long legs revealing matching high waisted briefs covering her modesty. After quickly dressing in the commissar's uniform, Natalia cocooned the dead woman into the sheets before locking the cell door and tossing the keys inside. "The party appreciates your sacrifice for the greater good, comrade commissar." She quipped as walked out of the cell block, boots echoed from the concrete.


The Prison Yard, 10:25am


Following the sounds of idling truck engines, Natalia emerged to the smell of diesel fumes as she found three GAZ trucks loaded with male and female soldiers from the Hungarian People's Army in the rear flatbeds. Approaching the nearest truck she saw two female soldiers sat in the rear; both attractive. One, a young girl in her early twenties, armed with a PPSh-41 that made Natalia feel nostalgic had pretty heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and big blue eyes her short auburn hair tied into a ponytail under her soviet pattern helmet with the crest of the Hungarian Communist Party stamped on the front. While the other, a corporal with a folded stock AKS-55 looped over her shoulder, looked to be around thirty with rounded slightly lined features, gentle cheekbones and pleasing pale green eyes her honey blonde hair tied into a bun under her helmet. Both were wearing the dark green fatigues of the HPA; crossed swords on the collars, belted at the waist by beige soviet issue ammo webbing and black jackboots. They both saluted her. "Comrade commissar? Will you be joining us?" Asked the blonde corporal offering her hand which Natalia accepted.


"Yes, corporal." She grunted as she was pulled onto the truck, taking her seat. "I'am here to make sure we all do our duty for the motherland, in catching these dissidents." The young auburn haired soldier cocked her head. "Comrade commissar? You're accent is most unusual where are you from?" The blonde corporal also looked curious, Natalia acted quickly using the authority her stolen uniform gave her. "Did I ask you where you are from soldier?" She said imperiously the girl looking down shaking her head. "No. So focus on your duty to the motherland and nothing more! Are we clear?" The blonde soldier rolled her eyes, laying a consoling hand on her privates soldier. Natalia noted the woman's wedding ring. A foolish connection I broke off years ago. Love is merely distraction from one's duty to the motherland. Hearing the sharp bang of the trucks tailgate she leaned back feeling the familiar tug behind her navel when the truck pulled out of the yard to join the convoy. For just a second, Natalia was taken back to the Seëlow Heights during the Great Patriotic War. How I missed the simple soldiers life. Much better then chasing after rats in this fleapit of a backwater.


The Caves underneath the Mountains of Mecsek, 10:45am


"Why didn't you tell me about your sister, Célia? You only told me you were born in Lipótváros and said your parents were killed during the war." Asked Bianka as she finished off the last of the Unicum, savouring the sweet taste of home sitting next to her friend. Célia sighed taking a measure of her beverage smacking her lips. "It was a painful memory leaving Hanna behind, the last time I saw her we had a stupid argument. Me the capitalist seduced by Elvis Pressley, she this brave beautiful woman who wanted to make our nation better. She bade me to join her and I young and arrogant spat in her face. Then she gets murdered and I wasn't there to help her..." Bianka reached over squeezing her hand. "We're Hungarians, Célia. We have suffered so much under the reds, both during the war and after. It's why we left to join the Americans to make things better, to free our people." Rising from her chair, Célia shook her head. "The Americans?! They are no better than the reds they just have deeper pockets. Besides, they want me dead too! You said so yourself. No, I'am done being their pawn, B."


Getting up, Bianka laid a hand on her friends shoulder. "Célia they hate the reds as much as we do and want a better world. Don't you want to hear Elvis in the streets of Budapest?" Turning Célia sighed gently holding Bianka's arms. "Do you know what Robbins said to me the day I left the Athens field office? When I asked him why the US never intervened during the revolution?" Bianka shook her head. " 'It's commies killing commies, Teketch. Why should we stop them thinning out their own herd.' The Americans don't care about the fate of our people, they only care about dead communists it's their bottom line. Come on B, you must have known." Bianka pondered for a moment. "Sure, Robbins is an asshole. But they can't all think like that." Célia's look turned dark. " It wasn't just the reds who bombed us during the war..." Before Bianka could answer, Dóra Juhász came running in out of breath.


"What's the matter, Dóra? You look pretty much done in." The young pigtailed blonde stopped to take a deep breath. "I-its the reds! There's a convoy of trucks with at least a platoon strength of HPA grunts heading straight for us!" Breaking out of the embrace, Célia strode up to her. "Get Mónika to move Jozsó to the secondary reserve base, and burn anything we can't carry." Dóra glanced to Bianka. "What about the CIA rat?" Célia shot her a disapproving glare. "Bianka and I will find a way to slip past the HPA lines and reach you. Now get moving, on the double!" Dóra nodded running back out the briefing room. Célia then turned to her friend. "Up to putting our training to use and relieving some HPA girls of their uniforms?" Bianka fell in beside her as they left the cave. "I thought you never ask." She said flashing Célia a puzzled look behind her back.


The Woodlands of Mecsek, 10:55am


Hopping off the trucks flatbed, Natalia looked up at the wooded hills overlooking the parked convoy. Finding two women in this forest will be like looking for a needle in a stack of needles, but I always did like a challenge. Distancing herself from the redheaded soldier and her blonde corporal friend, who were shooting her suspicious looks, the KGB assassin weaved her way through the assembled throng of soldiers approaching a mixed squad of troops led by a male sergeant. "Comrade sergeant. I'am to accompany you and provide much needed support in tracking these dissidents. I assume you have no objections?" The man glanced back at his squad who looked nervous for her presence before they saluted. "Of course, comrade-commissar. We wish to serve the glorious motherland, lead on." Drawing her pistol Natalia urged them on into the tree line, rolling her eyes. Hmph! Just local trash I wouldn't trust them with state secrets. I would sooner have a squad of Red Army troops at my back. But if the shooting starts, then they could make themselves useful and soak up the fire.


Further up the Trail, 11:06am


"You see those two soldiers down there, B?" Said Célia handing over the binoculars to Bianka as they lay hunkered down overlooking a dell. "You mean the pretty blonde and redhead? Yeah. What's the plan?" Célia smiled. "I will teach you a little trick they didn't show us in spy school. We sneak up behind them and choke them out with their helmet straps, I've done it a few times before. We take their uniforms and slip right past their cordon." Bianka nodded handing her back the glasses. "So you've stripped a few HPA grunt's in the last four months, I take it?" Célia winked in reply. "It's been known to happen. So any preference?" Bianka glanced down at the chatting women. "The blonde is definitely my size." Packing away the binoculars, Célia tapped her shoulder. "Then the redhead is mine. And Bianka..." The red head turned as they reached the foot of the bank. "...let's keep this clean. We are not murderers and we don't want to draw the entire army on our heads, understood." Sighing Bianka nodded falling into step behind her friend, flanking the unsuspecting soldiers.


"That fucking bitch commissar. Just another reminder of how much I hate working for the fucking reds, Helga." Swore Corporal Kriszta Sváby as she and her friend Private Helga Baranyi walked their patrol grid. Behind her Helga clutching her PPSh-41 tight nodded. "I remember you told me once about your village after the war. What was it called?" Stopping Kristza turned and sighed. "Pécsvárad. Where I met my dear sweet Zoltán. The red bastards roll in and deported most of it's population after the war. All because of our German heritage. And now we are working for the same regime that jumped into bed with the Ivans." She spat angrily onto the ground. "Fucking national disgrace. I didn't need this job to provide for Zoltán and my little Imré than we would have defected years ago." Helga smiled shaking her head. "I wouldn't say that anywhere near the sergeant, Kristza. The prick bleeds the hammer and sickle." Has the women burst out laughing, they felt their legs being kicked from under them and their helmets being drawn behind their necks. Their laughter turning into choking, the two soldiers dropped their weapons hands shooting up trying in vain to pull off their attackers.


"Good. Now pull tight to cut the blood flow to the brain, but not too tight or you will break her neck." Célia glanced at Bianka as she choked out the blonde while she took care of the little struggling redhead. Until she heard the telltale pops of the blondes vertebrae. "God damn it, Bianka! Ease off! You're going to kill her!" She cried looking into her friends blue eyes, recognising the same killer instinct that she knew only too well. Feeling the redhead's struggles going limp and hearing the telltale low rattle of breath as she slumped unconscious, Célia dropped the young Private shoving Bianka off the crying blonde. "I said non lethal only, Bianka! You don't need to kill her!" Bianka reared back indignantly as the blonde corporal looked up at them on her knees, massaging her throat tears streaming down her lined but attractive face.


"P-please don't kill me!" She glanced over to the unconscious redheaded soldier. "I h-have a husband! A s-son..ugh!" Célia quickly snaked her arm around the woman's throat, lowering her struggling form legs kicking to the ground applying pressure. "I'am sorry, mother. You will get to hold them again I swear it. Now rest, the nation appreciates your small sacrifice." Letting out a choked strangled gurgle the corporal slumped unconscious in Celia's grip. Setting the woman down, she rounded on Bianka as she began to undress.


"I told you we were going non-lethal, Bianka. No killing." She walked over in her underwear to the redhead soldier rolling her body over and unclipping her webbing. "Believe me I have killed and once you cross that line, you'll be seeing her face everywhere for a long time to come." Looking down she pulled off Helga's boots, before unbuttoning her tunic as Bianka removed Kristza's helmet, boots and webbing. "You won't be able to sleep. Just remember who the real enemy is. It's not these girls." She said removing the soldiers tunic, getting a glimpse of a cream satin slip covering lush B-cup breasts with a matching bra underneath. "B-but they are the enemy, Célia. They trained us to kill the enemy." Bianka stammered whipping off the corporals tunic, exposing her peach lace bullet bra enveloping her larger C-cup breasts. " Who says they are? You or the CIA? They don't care about you or I, or the plight of our people. We are just tools to them to be used and discarded. You are no killer, Bianka. Don't become one for them." Célia replied yanking down the privates trousers, revealing her modesty protected by low waisted matching panties.


Bianka shot her friend a puzzled look, working the corporals trousers from her hips. "But you killed the red woman that murdered Hanna, your sister. You had every right to." She said pulling down the woman's trousers down her long legs, glancing at her matching high waisted briefs. Célia sighed as she quickly dressed in the privates uniform, standing over her scantily clad sleeping form a bruise around her pretty neck. She shook her head. " And it left me scarred for the rest of my life with a bounty on my head." She strapped on the girl's helmet. "Every mirror I look into, I see her face laughing at me. I pray to God every night for forgiveness for breaking his law. Take a look at the corporal's finger, the one you wanted to kill..." Bianka glanced down at the scantily clad corporals body as she got dressed. She breathed noting the gold band across her index finger. "She's a wife. A mother and I could have killed her..." Kneeling by Helga's body, Célia nodded binding the girl's limbs and gagging her with her torn discarded clothes. "Our decisions have consequences, B. You kill her and you leave a widower angry and distraught. A son without a mother..." Dragging the unconscious redhead into the bushes, she clapped a hand on Bianka's shoulder. "...these are our people, Bianka. Our blood. They may be wearing the uniforms of the regime but they are innocents. Under different circumstances they could have been us." Squeezing her friends hand, Bianka looked down ashamed. "I'am so sorry..." She gasped.


After binding and gagging the unconscious Corporal Sváby, Bianka dragged the woman into the bushes laying her beside Private Baranyi. Leaving the two scantily clad soldiers to their rest, the two women blending in and using their disguises weaved their way through the search cordon. Saluting officers and exchanging words of greeting with other soldiers. Reaching the road side staging area, Bianka and Célia climbed into a waiting GAZ-69 truck. With Célia getting behind the wheel, Bianka turned to her. "Célia? Back in the caves you said that the reds weren't the only ones who bombed Budapest. What did you mean by that?" Sighing, she switched on the engine. "When we first met, you told me you grew up on Castle Hill across the river in the shadow of the Budavári Palota?" Bianka nodded her head. Flashing her a sympathetic look, she took Bianka's hand. "I'am sorry to say this but the Americans bombed Castle Hill and District 1 heavily." Bianka just leaned back in her seat tears streaming down her face. "They lied to us! During training they told us the rumours weren't true. The bastards!" Célia pulled her into a hug. "We will be free, B. Free of the reds and free of the Americans. Free to chart our own course. Our people deserve nothing less." Pulling out of the embrace, she put the GAZ into gear driving towards the reverse base deeper into the hills.


11:26am


At the head of her squad, Natalia picked her way through the dell seeing no sign of her prey. Damn it! They must have slipped past me, but how? I would have seen them... Suddenly a young soldier to her left, a pretty brunette held up her hand. "Sergeant! Comrade Commissar! I think I heard something, coming from those bushes in front of us!" She hissed pointing to the bushes. Straining her ears, Natalia could hear the sounds of muffled feminine moaning and the rustling of leaves, evidently so had the sergeant. "Squad spread out cover our perimeter! Commissar! Private! You're with me." Gesturing to the bush he ordered the young brunette to part it with her rifle. Doing as she was bid, the young soldier gasped glancing down at the source of the sounds.


Natalia facepalmed as she recognised the blonde corporal and the redheaded private bound and gagged wearing only their underwear, the torn discarded clothing of Natalia's quarry scattered around them. "Oh my god sergeant?! What happened?" The brunette private cried kneeling at the struggling women, working off their gags. Snarling with rage, Natalia drew her stolen pistol aiming at the two naked women who whimpered in fear. "I'll tell you what happened, cretin! The dissidents attacked these two soldiers and stole their uniforms, slipping past all of you imbeciles! And I'am going shoot these two for incompetence!" The blonde corporal croaked shaking her head frantically. "N-no please! Don't kill us! W-we were taken by surprise. Comrade Commissar, I have a f-family." While the redhead looked up at her pleading. "And I-I have a boyfriend..." she squeaked in a strained voice as Natalia cocked her Tokarev but before she could fire the sergeant stood in front of her. "You go beyond yourself, comrade Commissar. If you shoot these women, you'll have go through all of us!" Looking around she could see the squad were pointing their weapons at her. She stamped her foot in frustration holstering her stolen pistol. "You're all weak and incompetent! Each and every one of you are disgraces to the motherland!" Storming off furious, Natalia left the HPA incompetents to care for their soldiers.


The Staging Area, 11:33am


Damn this phantom and her lackey! They are making a fool out of me, but they cannot evade me forever! Natalia thought as she reached the staging post discovering that one of the jeeps had gone missing, fortunately droplets of oil indicated that her prey were heading deeper in the hills. Suddenly from behind her, she heard two HPA officers one male the other female approaching from the treeline towards the trucks. Ducking behind the last remaining jeep, Natalia caught the back end of their conversation.


"Didn't you hear? They found Commissar Becskei dead back in the jail at the police station. Her neck had been snapped and her uniform was missing! Stolen most likely!" Said Lieutenant István Vargas as the pair rounded the GAZ-51 truck. Lieutenant Csenge Lakatos gasped shaking her head. "Damn it! It was our cards night tonight as well. So we have an imposter in our midst! The CIA agent they brought in! The blonde who says she's KGB!" Istvan nodded. "Orders are to shoot her on sight. No way are we letting a murderous American go free!" Csenge creaked her knuckles. "Just let me at the capitalist bitch. I'll make her sorry for defiling Dominika's corpse!."


Rolling her eyes, Natalia watched the two officers retreat further from her. Damn these foolish incompetent idiots! They still think I'am CIA. Well I must find a way to get them on side or they will only hinder my search. And it seems I also need a change of clothes, hopefully I can find a suitable female and take hers. I still have my garrote after all... Realising she had outstayed her welcome, the KGB turned into the direction of the oil spots following the trail up the road away from the HPA cordon.


1km from the Reserve Base, 7km Northeast of Pécs, The Mountains of Mecsek, 11:45am


"Right, first things first." Célia said rubbing her hands as the two pushed the GAZ-69 into the ditch. "We will need to get a change of clothes soon. We aren't far away and I have deployed forward scouts in this valley to warn of enemy approach, trained them myself. If they see us dressed like this..." She left the word hanging gesturing to their stolen army fatigues. Bianka nodded up the path behind them, starting up it. "B, wait." She stopped her friend with a gentle hand turning her around. "Are you alright? You've been quiet since the road." Bianka sighed pinching her noise. "I-don't know, Célia. I nearly killed an innocent woman, a mother! And everything I thought I knew has been turned on it's head. I just don't know how to deal with all this. It's all being too sudden." Célia drew her into a hug. "It's okay, I now how you're feeling, trust me. I will help you through this, my dearest friend i promise. But we have a long road to walk and I need you focused, okay?" Bianka squeezed her tight before gently withdrawing. "You got it. Lead the way, Célia." Falling in behind her best friend, Bianka followed her up the mountain.


Further up the path, Célia held up her hand pulling Bianka into cover behind a fallen log. "Look there, B. Do you see those sandbags ahead of us past the defilade?" Following Celia's finger Bianka spotted a small emplacement, covered from the sky by a camo net. Inside it were two attractive young female Invisibles manning a radio set, chatting and enjoying a smoke. One was a tomboy with smooth rounded features, slender cheekbones and big blue doe shaped eyes, her brown hair cut short in a pixie style under her black leather peaky cap that matched her leather jacket, under which was a red flannel shirt, blue denim jeans and laced combat boots. A scoped M1898 Moisin Nagant looped over her shoulder, leaning against the sandbags. While sitting at the radio set was a pretty blonde with heart shaped features, prominent cheekbones and pale green eyes framed by shoulder length ash blonde hair. Slender body hugged by a black and white polka dot dress, over which was a repurposed soviet military jacket with black laced ankle boots. Her AK-55 leaning against the table.


Bianca smiled. "You mean the two girls too busy smoking and not busy keeping a lookout?" Leaning forward Célia groaned. "Ugh! It's Margit Kanizsai and Piroska Boros! I warned them before about shirking on watch and they never listen. Right, I think a little training session is in order for them." She whipped around with a mischievous grin on her face, something Bianka hadn't in a while and it warmed her heart. "We sneak up on them, knock them out and steal their clothes. That should teach them a lesson they won't soon forget." Bianka laughed as she nodded. "It's good to see you smile again." Turning she was stopped by Celia's gentle hand on her shoulder. "And B? Please be gentle, these are my girls after all." Flashing her friend a wink she smiled. "Don't worry, Céli. The blonde won't see me coming." Chuckling the two split up silently approaching the observation post.


"So Margit? Who do you think will win in a fight? Célia, the Phantom herself? Or Doc Mónika?" Asked Piroska Borosi has she learned against the sandbags, blowing out a steady stream of blue smoke. "The boss all day long." Replied the blonde Margit who was busy fiddling with the knobs of her radio set, headset over her ears, cigarette dangling from her mouth. "She's the Phantom after all, the Doc won't see her coming." The brunette shrugged, tapping the ash from her cigarette. "Well the doc can just dose her tea and she's off to dreamland. Problem solved." Margit glanced sidelong at her before returning to the radio. "Bet you wouldn't see her coming." Piroska folded her arms laughing. "Margit. I'am a sniper, I can see anyone com-!" Suddenly the young sniper felt an arm snake around her neck, yanking her over the sandbags then a hand clamping over her mouth to silence her. "Well you certainly didn't see me coming did you, Piroska?" The brunettes eyes widened as she heard the voice of her commander, the Phantom hiss in her ear. Her legs kicked as Célia tightened her arm around the girls neck. Finally, seeing little black spots on her vision Piroska let out a muffled rattle of breath slumping unconscious into the crook of Célia's arm. "Stupid girl..." She whispered loosing her grip.


Hearing the sounds of a struggle, Margit tore off her headset. "Piroska?! W-where are you?" She stammered reaching for her rifle, gasping as her hand picked up only air. "W-what the he-ugh!" She choked feeling the cold steel of her AK-55 pressed against her windpipe, cigarette dropping to the ground rolling under the table. "Sorry, honey but Piroska is having a nap right now, perhaps you would like to join her?" Whispered a young female voice into her ear as she was hoisted into the air, feet dangling off the ground. The blondes hands desperately tried to pull the rifle from her neck but is was to avail, all her training going out the window whimpering with fear. Letting out a cute strangled choke, Margit's arms fell limply to her sides as she loss consciousness pretty green eyes rolling into the back of her skull." You should have been more alert, my dear." Bianka said lowering the unconscious blonde to the deck.


"The good old rifle choke, eh Bianka? I've found it useful myself even taught it to my platoon." Célia winked hopping over the sandbags with Piroska's sleeping body flung over her shoulder. Kneeling over the stricken Margit, Bianka stripped off her corporals uniform returning a grin. "Ha! Robbins would be shitting hedgehogs if you told him that." Propping up Piroska's body against the wall, Célia also undressed. "That's a pleasing mental image. Right let's get these two stripped before they wake up, I want this to be a particularly harsh lesson." After removing the snipers hat and jacket, Célia unlaced the girls boots pulling them off a foot at a time.



A Few Moments Later


"In future, ladies be more alert or the next enemy that comes across you won't be as merciful." Célia said as she deposited a note on the unconscious scantily clad bodies of Margit and Piroska propped up shoulder to shoulder against the sandbags bound and gagged with duct tape. Margit wearing only her pink padded bra and matching panties while Piroska was wearing only a white vest and solid black lace trim briefs, the nipples of her buoyant C-cup breasts peaking through the fabric. "Do you think these two will learn that lesson, Céli?" Bianka appeared by her shoulder dressed in Margit's outfit and not liking it one bit, like her Bianka always was a bit of a tomboy. Shrugging Célia turned from the underwear clad women of Joszó Platoon. "I hope so. They are good girls and passionate about the cause but have stew for brains." Bianka looked her friend up and down.


"You look good in Piroska's clothes. Suits you better than her." She nodded approvingly Blushing Célia gestured to Bianka's stolen dress. "Never thought I see in a dress, B." Bianka glancing down also went bright red. "You tease. You know how much i hate dresses." Laughing, the two women tucked the HPA uniforms under their arms walking away from the Observation Point and further up the mountain.


The Entrance to the Reserve Base 12:00pm


As the duo finally entered the mouth of the cave, a relieved Mónika came running over. "Finally your both here. I was getting wo-wait a minute? Whose clothes are these?" She asked after giving Célia a hug. "We encountered Piroska and Margit on the way up." She answered pulling out as the doctor pinched her nose. "Where those two slacking off and smoking again?" Glancing at Bianka ,Célia nodded. "Mhm. We had to...teach them to be a little more observant." Sighing Mònika shook her head. "The stupid girls. I wish had deployed Luca and Réka instead but I couldn't spare them." Célia nodded falling into step beside her as the group walked deeper into the caves. "Has everyone in the Platoon made it back yet?" Mónika stopped as they moved to let two Invisibles carrying a Degarteyev machine gun walk past. "No not yet we are still waiting on Férenc's group to return from their scouting run, they are still on the valley floor."

Célia and Bianka held out the HPA uniforms. "We come bearing gifts. There were a couple of HPA grunts who didn't need these anymore." Mónika smiled taking the proffered uniforms. "Does this mean there's a couple of HPA laying naked in the bushes somewhere? Well these will come in handy for plan B, come on." Walking deeper into the cave Bianka turned to Célia. "Plan B? What's she talking about?" Célia stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Remember the operation you interrupted yesterday? This is the back up plan. Come, let's get a bite to eat and I will tell you everything." Nodding she followed her friend deeper into the gloom.


Further Down the Valley, the Same Moment


Natalia Borisova was seething has she followed the oil drops and tire tracks roaring with rage as discovered the abandoned truck in the ditch, feeling the great beast that she had caged for so long rear it's primal head inside her. It wasn't since Stalingrad when her beloved Alina had died in her arms in the ruins of the Department Store, her sweet beautiful face pierced by a German bullet that she had felt this primal rage. It was Alina's tender touches and kisses, the silent sex in the barracks that kept Natalia's hope alive, her great beast caged and that in an instant sweet Alina had been snuffed out by a filthy nazi savage. Natalia had taken up Alina's rifle and winged the bastard, watching him tumble from the first floor balcony from across the street his back broken. And like a hunter from her native urals, Natalia approached her kill. The man pleaded for his life but she full of rage had struck the man with Alina's rifle then carried on hitting until the skull was wine. That was the first time she had killed a man, the first time she had let the beast out. Hearing voices nearby she ducked into some bushes. Drawing her garrote she peered over the foliage.


It was a group of these so called 'invisbles', a mixture of armed men and thankfully women milling about near a stream. One a young man who Natalia took to be the leader stood on a small rock. "Alright everyone. We are the last scouting group take five minutes to take on water or take a leak. I'am speaking to you, Réka." There was laughter as a young dark haired girl, long sable coloured hair braided into a ponytail under a matching beret, armed with a PPSh-41, blushed. Natalia did a double take she was the image of her lost Alina, the same aquiline features taped cheekbones and big almond shaped blue eyes. The girl was wearing an old red army padded jacket under combat webbing, and long black skirt with buckled shoes. Feeling a sudden fire in her loins, Natalia lowered her garrote has the girl approached her position peeling off to the left. A wicked thought born of primal desire entered her mind. I will take her clothes, then I will have her sex. She will serve as a message to those local party thugs as to my intentions. But first she is mine, I must sate the beast before it consumes me and endangers the mission. Watching the girl called Alina, no Réka squat in a bush and hike up her skirt before whipping down her blue panties, Natalia stalked towards her like a hungry wolf.


Creeping up silently on the girl like a hunter stalking a skittish doe, Natalia waited for the pretty little thing to finish with her water before pouncing. Clamping a hand over the girls mouth to stifle her screams, Natalia pulled her out of sight of her friends into the foliage pressing her arm straight across the brunettes windpipe in an air choke. "Shut up you little bitch! Or I swear I'll crush that pretty little neck!" She hissed appling pressure, the girl squealing with pain her long legs kicking her panties coming off in their struggle. "Shh! Alina, you're all mine now. I have got you." Cooing into the squirming girls ears, Natalia felt tears in her eyes as the painful memory resurfaced. Then hearing the girls muffled pained rattle her back arching, Natalia smiled her warm body slumping beside her as unconsciousness took hold. Breathing with barely contained lust, she rolled the girls body off of her and hurriedly stripped out of her commissar's uniform.


It had only taken Natalia five minutes to strip and then don the pretty little brunette's clothes, the young half naked girl wearing only her blue pastel with white lace trim camisole, cute little pink pussy decorated with a thinly trimmed strip of black fuzz warm and inviting completely at her mercy. First taking the girls combat knife, she cut the camisole from her lithe body exposing her small but youthful breasts with puffy dark pink areolas. Clamping one hand on the sleeping girls mouth, Natalia fondled and cupped the warm flesh, tweaking the nipples eliciting moans of pleasure from her captive. Feeling her nipples prick under her stolen jacket, Natalia's hand traced the slim midriff down to the soft warm folds of her labia probing but not to deep, she didn't want to bring the girl to orgasm after all. She herself suppressed her own moans of pleasure. Yes! It's been so long since Bogdan's secretary which led to our divorce. These locals my be doltish but their women are mighty fine. Taking out her fingers she licked Réka's juices from them, savouring the sweet taste and finally caging the beast back in its cage. "Thank you, my dear girl." She gently caressed the girls face, so very much like her long lost Alina. "But I'am not finished with you yet."


Tearing up Réka's camisole, Natalia looked briefly up to see that the dissidents where beginning to reform before binding the naked brunette's limbs then gagging with her own panties. Flipping her on her front Natalia caught a glimpse of a tight smooth and pert plum shaped ass. After gently groping the soft warm flesh, she parted the cheeks inserting a broken twig into her rectum. Snatching up the commissar's bag Natalia wrote a quick message on the notepad identifying herself as a KGB officer and Reka as a dissident they should question thoroughly. Pinning the note on the twig she concealed the naked violated body of young Réka in the bushes before walking back around the tree, PPSh in hand blending into the other resistance fighters.


"Okay. Looks like we've got everyone, let's get back to base. The first bottle of Unicum is on me!" Said patrol leader Ferenc as the group made it's way up through the valley towards the reserve base. At the rear of the group, Natalia Borisova bowed her head her disguise working perfectly. Feeling the reassuring weight of her best and only friend, her trusty piano wire she grinned. Soon my friend, I will loop you over the pretty head of Célia Tákacs and we will have done our duty to the motherland. Feeling her rage, her great beast retreat for now Natalia relaxed. Her time was almost at hand.

[hshws]

Another day, another banger in the adventures of Célia!

Honestly I can't pick my favourite moment as they all had their special flavor.

I kinda feel bad for the Comissar girl. I'm sure she had her fair share of evil deeds, but knowing Natalia this is hardly a "justice is served" situation.

The double chin strap choke was incredible! I appreciate the the deep, meaningful dialogue as well, but it was also really hot. For our concerned readers, no need to worry about Mrs. Sváby, her neck will be a bit more flexible in the coming days, but nothing serious. Also that was an interesting twist, Natalia trying to execute them, certainly fits her profile.

Same goes for our impromptu training session, but it was already elevated by the fact that one of the victims was a tomboy, and any takedown featuring them will be glorious.

Great job once again! Here are the references: https://imgur.com/a/yBNvDJg

[Stormtrooper1990]

Another day, another banger in the adventures of Célia!

Honestly I can't pick my favourite moment as they all had their special flavor.

I kinda feel bad for the Comissar girl. I'm sure she had her fair share of evil deeds, but knowing Natalia this is hardly a "justice is served" situation.

The double chin strap choke was incredible! I appreciate the the deep, meaningful dialogue as well, but it was also really hot. For our concerned readers, no need to worry about Mrs. Sváby, her neck will be a bit more flexible in the coming days, but nothing serious. Also that was an interesting twist, Natalia trying to execute them, certainly fits her profile.

Same goes for our impromptu training session, but it was already elevated by the fact that one of the victims was a tomboy, and any takedown featuring them will be glorious.

Great job once again! Here are the references: https://imgur.com/a/yBNvDJg

Cheers my friend I'am glad you enjoyed the story and I appreciate the review. It's been a pleasure working with you to bring Célia's adventures and world alive.


Yeah, Dominika was no saint in serving the regime but she didn't deserve the quick brutal death that Natalia bestowed upon her. Natalia killed her not for her service but simply because she needed a suitable disguise.


Indeed, I remember when we discussed it that the chin strap choke was new to me and it was so much fun in bringing it to life in this scene with Kristza and Helga. Thanks, not only did I want to present Mrs Sváby as more sympathetic but also develop both Célia and Bianka's characters and their relationship. That Célia is still reeling from killing Sofia, dealing with not just the mental anguish of taking a life, no matter how deserving but also the personal consequences as well. And I can confirm my friends statement, Mrs Sváby will indeed have a very sore and more flexible neck but otherwise fine.

Yeah, I wanted to show that not only is Natalia a cold bloodied and ruthless assassin but also a sociopathic one obsessed with duty to the motherland. Even at the expense of personal freedoms. She's got no qualms in killing those she deems as unworthy or incompetent, even if they are fellow commies. Or taking her frustrations and rage on a young resistance fighter like poor Réka.


Indeed, you have to love it when a tomboy like Piroska gets taken out by another more skilled tomboy like Célia. I think this was my favourite takedown to write in this story but honestly I had fun writing them all! But this one felt special.


Thanks again my friend! I appreciate the compliment and I thank you for putting up those references!

[meditions142]

What an absolutely amazing chapter!

The Kriszta and Helga scene I have to say was so intriguing with so many touches. First off, they are portrayed as ordinary women, totally outmatched. And we get a nice little back story including Kriszta being very disgruntled. And of course we get the fun concept that the women are so engrossed in their conversation that they make themselves easy targets.

And we get the wonderful scene of Célia and Bianka discussing the attack while the two unsuspecting women casually walk their patrol. And Celia instructing Bianka is great: "I will teach you a little trick they didn't show us in spy school. We sneak up behind them and choke them out with their helmet straps, I've done it a few times before. We take their uniforms and slip right past their cordon." Then the great discussion of which woman they would each take.

Then love the idea that as they are attacking the women Celia is still providing instructions: "Good. Now pull tight to cut the blood flow to the brain, but not too tight or you will break her neck." Love the idea that as they are knocking the women out Celia is still providing instructions. And of course the idea of as soon as Helga has based out she has to pull Bianka off Kriszta as Bianka was about to kill her.

Then the amazing discussion between them while stripping the two women. Also interesting is how Bianka's training made her not at all worried about killing. At least until Celia helped her think about it.

It is also interesting how close Kriszta came to being killed. First when Bianka almost broke her neck and then when Natalia wanted to she her and Helga.

Just such an deep, and involved scene.

The scene with Réka was certainly hot! I like the fact that since she reminds her of Alina Natalia decides that instead of killing her she will have some fun with her! Then very sexy description of Natalia pleasuring both herself and Réka

Very, very fun and well written chapter!

[Stormtrooper1990]

What an absolutely amazing chapter!

The Kriszta and Helga scene I have to say was so intriguing with so many touches. First off, they are portrayed as ordinary women, totally outmatched. And we get a nice little back story including Kriszta being very disgruntled. And of course we get the fun concept that the women are so engrossed in their conversation that they make themselves easy targets.

And we get the wonderful scene of Célia and Bianka discussing the attack while the two unsuspecting women casually walk their patrol. And Celia instructing Bianka is great: "I will teach you a little trick they didn't show us in spy school. We sneak up behind them and choke them out with their helmet straps, I've done it a few times before. We take their uniforms and slip right past their cordon." Then the great discussion of which woman they would each take.

Then love the idea that as they are attacking the women Celia is still providing instructions: "Good. Now pull tight to cut the blood flow to the brain, but not too tight or you will break her neck." Love the idea that as they are knocking the women out Celia is still providing instructions. And of course the idea of as soon as Helga has based out she has to pull Bianka off Kriszta as Bianka was about to kill her.

Then the amazing discussion between them while stripping the two women. Also interesting is how Bianka's training made her not at all worried about killing. At least until Celia helped her think about it.

It is also interesting how close Kriszta came to being killed. First when Bianka almost broke her neck and then when Natalia wanted to she her and Helga.

Just such an deep, and involved scene.

The scene with Réka was certainly hot! I like the fact that since she reminds her of Alina Natalia decides that instead of killing her she will have some fun with her! Then very sexy description of Natalia pleasuring both herself and Réka

Very, very fun and well written chapter!

Cheers mate, glad you enjoyed it!


Indeed, I have to say that between this scene with Helga and Kristza and the training session for Margit and Piroska, I enjoyed writing both and this was the centerpiece of the chapter. I wanted to show that Kristza despite being a soldier of the communist regime is just a mother and wife who has had a difficult time and only wears the uniform to feed her family. That these girls are ordinary women just following orders but are about to be outmatched by our heroines because they are too distracted by their small took.


I wanted to develop the friendship between Célia and Bianka has one of master and apprentice but Bianka almost defaults to her CIA training and tries to kill poor Kristza, whether out of instinct or hatred of the regime is something I will leave for the reader to decide. It was good that Célia was there to save both Kristza's life and her friends as well. The CIA trained them both to kill but Célia herself ( thanks to the spirit of her sister) rebelled against her training when she was ashamed by the act of killing Sofia. She doesn't want her friend to go through that same ordeal and torment.


Célia has learned so much during her time with the Invisibles and in the next chapter we will meet the man who was her teacher. I'am glad at how this scene turned out and I appreciate the compliments.


With Natalia, I will honestly say that I enjoy writing villains more than heroes and she is definitely fun to write, her fall will be most satisfying in the final chapter. Natalia's whole behaviour culminating in her attack of Réka underpins how much of a sociopath she is. She has no qualms about killing those who are supposed to be allies and stripping them, using soldiers as human shields and trying to shoot poor Kristza and Helga for incompetentence. She is frustrated and enraged that Célia has fallen from her grasp again and that she couldn't kill those soldiers. Then along comes poor Réka, she has a flashback to Alina and decides to take all her frustrations, particularly sexual out on the girl.

I'am glad you enjoyed the scene! I had a lot of fun writing Natalia pleasuring herself and Réka which was pretty risky considering her squad wasn't that far away. And you know me, I love it when my girls (good or bad) mix a little business with pleasure!


Thanks again for reading, reviewing and your kind words my friend! It's always appreciated!

[meditions142]

I wanted to show that Kristza despite being a soldier of the communist regime is just a mother and wife who has had a difficult time and only wears the uniform to feed her family. That these girls are ordinary women just following orders but are about to be outmatched by our heroines because they are too distracted by their small talk.

You really did a magnificent job with Kriszta and Helga. You set them out as just ordinary women totally outmatched. We get some back story on them, especially Kriszta, and see them as ordinary women in a extraordinary situation they are lucky to survive.

[Stormtrooper1990]

I wanted to show that Kristza despite being a soldier of the communist regime is just a mother and wife who has had a difficult time and only wears the uniform to feed her family. That these girls are ordinary women just following orders but are about to be outmatched by our heroines because they are too distracted by their small talk.

You really did a magnificent job with Kriszta and Helga. You set them out as just ordinary women totally outmatched. We get some back story on them, especially Kriszta, and see them as ordinary women in a extraordinary situation they are lucky to survive.

Thank you, I'am glad you like them Kriszta in particular. They represent our favourite kind of sentry that we've discussed; ordinary but pretty women thrust into a situation and events beyond their control, totally outmatched by two superior skilled women. They were indeed lucky ( especially Kriszta) that Célia didn't have any personal grudge with them and was on hand to make sure Bianka didn't cross that line. She represents my favourite kind of heroine; brave, beautiful but prepared to make the hard decisions, a true leader who doesn't resort to murder to bring about change.

[meditions142]

They represent our favourite kind of sentry that we've discussed; ordinary but pretty women thrust into a situation and events beyond their control, totally outmatched by two superior skilled women.

Indeed they were the perfect outmatched sentries. As I mentioned before, I love how Celia is basically instructing and training Bianka during the attack. Still love the comment "Good. Now pull tight to cut the blood flow to the brain". Something really fun about her basically giving instructions as they two women struggle to no avail against the attack. Neither woman ever stood a chance.

[Stormtrooper1990]

They represent our favourite kind of sentry that we've discussed; ordinary but pretty women thrust into a situation and events beyond their control, totally outmatched by two superior skilled women.

Indeed they were the perfect outmatched sentries. As I mentioned before, I love how Celia is basically instructing and training Bianka during the attack. Still love the comment "Good. Now pull tight to cut the blood flow to the brain". Something really fun about her basically giving instructions as they two women struggle to no avail against the attack. Neither woman ever stood a chance.

Yeah, Célia is trying to impart her wisdom as the two women struggle but Bianka doesn't seem to be listening and almost kills poor Kristza if not for Célia's intervention. With this scene and the one that follows it, it opens up a new and interesting variation in USB that intrigues me: the training montage.


You certainly picture a scene where an agency or guerillas like Célia are training its infiltrators. One the master, the other the apprentice and their task is to infiltrate the position guarded by sentries and either steal an object or sabotage. In order to do so, they must incapacitate two of the sentries and steal the uniforms to succeed and be convincing. So not only do you steal the woman's uniform and identity but you have to act the part as well. And to make things more interesting, the 'sentries' haven't been told to expect this, as far as they know they are guarding this location.

[meditions142]

You certainly picture a scene where an agency or guerillas like Célia are training its infiltrators. One the master, the other the apprentice and their task is to infiltrate the position guarded by sentries and either steal an object or sabotage. In order to do so, they must incapacitate two of the sentries and steal the uniforms to succeed and be convincing. So not only do you steal the woman's uniform and identity but you have to act the part as well. And to make things more interesting, the 'sentries' haven't been told to expect this, as far as they know they are guarding this location.

What a great scenario. You can picture the scene.

Late at night two sentries stand at their post next to each other. Both women are of medium height with sexy bodies. They both appear to be in their mid-20s.

The one guard is Stephanie according to her name badge. Stephanie has raven colored hair that reaches just to the top of her shoulders. She has a really cute slightly square face with big dark brown eyes. She has nice perky B Cup breasts.

Her colleague is Michelle. Michelle is also a brunette but her hair is more of a medium brown. Her hair hangs almost to the middle of her back. She has pretty hazel green eyes. Her boobs are little bit bigger than Stephanie's but still perky. She has really cute face with a girl next door look to her.

The women wear black pants with a grey security shirts. The have a belt with their radio and gun.

Both women seem alert but have made a token "dumb guard" mistake of leaving their backs to a place they don't expert an infiltrator to come from.

Behind some bushes to women crouch. The one woman speaks quietly to the other.

"Okay, like we discussed, we take them out with a Vagus Nerve Pinch. Just like we practiced on the mannequins. Cover her mouth. This will keep her quiet but will also allow you to hold her neck in the right place. Now remember she will not go out instantly but assuming you did it right the effect on her nervous system will prevent her from struggling much. She will be basically paralyzed. However, she should pass out pretty quickly."

"Okay, and I think I have an idea of just the right pressure."

"Yes, it's a hard pinch but not all your might. Too hard could actually damage the nerve and potentially cause death." See continued: "Unfortunately, these two bimbos decided to leave there hair down. It is always a bit easier when they have their hair in a ponytail or bun. However, you can do it. Just make sure you get the fingers fully through the hair and on the skin. Okay, let's go. You take the darker haired one and I'll take the other one."

The women then break cover and silently sneak up behind the two sentries. They pause for a moment behind the two women as they remain unaware of what is about to happen to them. The teacher and student share a glance and then a nod and strike. They grab each woman over the mouth simultaneously and muffle their gasps of shock.

The teacher's attack his perfect. Michelle's eyes go wide with shock as they glaze over. She goes motionless and soon her eyes roll back, her eye lids flutter shut and with a muffled moan she slumps back into her attacker's arms, unconscious.

The teacher looks over to see that her apprentice is having less luck with Stephanie. While the pinch has seemingly somewhat subdued her, she is still conscious and has some movement available to her. However, instead of doing the smart thing like trying to get to her gun or radio, she has reached up and grabs both wrists of her attacker. However, she is having no success in fighting back over the woman who is overpowering her.

The teacher lays Michelle's limp body on the ground and walks over to her student. Poor Stephanie is winching and moaning from the pain of the pinch but is still conscious. She is moving as much as she can but not enough to fight back.

The teacher takes her students hand and moves it slightly. "Here, you are just off the nerve so you are not fully pinching it. Move it just to here and pinch down just a little bit more." With this movement, Stephanie lets out a muffled gasp, then moans as her eyes flutter shut and she stops moving.

The student lowers sleeping beauty to the ground.

"There you go. See, not so hard? Now, lets strip these two and inject them with the sedative to keep them out for the rest of the night."