The Long Haul: - A Valentina Timoschuck USB Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

In Valentina's latest adventure, she has been hired by MI6 to assassinate a Russian FSB operative, masquerading as a diplomat, and retrieve sensitive information from her before it's handed over to the Chinese during a Sino-Russian security summit What makes this mission unique is the operative is due to fly The Residence, an exclusive First Class service from Etihad Airways for VIP clients, from Abu Dhabi to Beijing and Valentina must also utilise a prototype masking system developed by MI6 to aid in her infiltration. Can Valentina succeed in her mission and enjoy the pleasures of First Class travel at the same time?


Zayed International Airport, United Arab Emirates, Wednesday 16th August 2024, 17:00pm


Leaning into the back seat of her limousine, Valentina Timoschuck sweltered in her violet pantsuit, the summer blazing Arab sun far too warm for her Ukrainian blood. Wafting herself with a fan in a vain effort to keep herself warm, the Ukrainian mercenary recalled her mission.


Following her successful contract to the US Embassy in March, Valentina had been contacted by MI6 for a sensitive mission vital to both the national securities of Great Britain and the Ukraine. Her assignment, worth a cool £20 million was to intercept Katya Suvarova, a FSB operative carrying information sensitive to both the UK and the Ukraine stolen from the MI6 headquarters three days ago. The woman was due to fly on The Residence, a luxury first class experience provided by Etihad Airways, from Abu Dhabi to Beijing on Flight EA-2491 at 18:30 hours. Once there Suvarova was to hand over the information to her superiors during the Sino-Russian security summit. Her objectives were to kill the operative and retrieve the information for the British.


To that end, MI6 had provided her with a prototype masking kit that they wanted her to use and report back any field data. I always did enjoy a good masquerade, even though I find such things make the game too easy. Valentina thought as her limousine pulled into the road that accessed the departure terminal. According to the MI6 tech that explained it to her, all she needed to do was to spray it onto a mark’s face and the foam would harden taking a likeness of the woman's face. Then all she needed to do was to steal the uniform. I look forward to giving this a whirl.

She had also done her homework on both Etihad Airlines and their exclusive service, knowing that they utilised in-flight butlers and some were women. This she decided was the best means to get close to Suvarov. “Excuse me ma'am?” The voice of the male emirati driver snapped her back to the present. “We've reached the departure terminal.” Feeling the car come to a stop, Valentina thanked the man and slipped out, slamming the door behind her before approaching the glass facade of the terminal.

Valentina looped her handbag, containing her garrote, supply of sedatives and masking spray over her shoulder as she approached the terminal.

Zayed International Airport, Departure Terminal, 17:30pm

During the walk through the bustling terminal towards the elevators leading up to the private lounge, Valentina noticed Etihad flight attendants wearing two types of uniforms. The first worn by checkout services; a black uniform jacket and matching below the knee skirt, accented orange along the collar, cuffs and centre seam of the skirt, with black high heels. Tied around the neck was an orange accented patterned scarf. The second style were worn by flight attendants, similar styled uniforms except theirs were accented purple with matching berets and patterned scarves. With some women wearing trousers instead of skirts.


Boarding the elevator, Valentina quickly popped open the maintenance hatch and climbed through the open hatch before flipping it shut. This is my best chance to secure a uniform and face from one of the check in staff, so I can get into the private lounge. Placing her handbag to one side, Valentina bided her time for a suitable mark to appear.

5 minutes later

24 year old French Etihad Airways check in girl, Gabrielle Rénard, entered the elevator in a hurry. She had barely 25 minutes until The Residence's latest client, a female Russian diplomat, would be entering the terminal. Everything must be perfect, Russians can be so fussy about everything. She thought as the elevator doors closed and the lift doors closed, affording her a glimpse of her reflection . She was young and pretty, with gentle rounded features, high cheekbones and pale slightly freckled skin with pleasing doe shaped turquoise eyes, highlighted by her dark makeup. Her light chestnut hair was tied into an elegant bun underneath her black pillbox hat.


Despite her stress the young French girl couldn't help checking herself out. Looking good, Gabby. You'll win employee of the month twice in a month at this rate. Let's hope the Russian gives me a good rating. Behind her, Gabrielle didn't notice the maintenance hatch behind her opening.


Smiling, Valentina lowered herself down above the unsuspecting Gabrielle, before quickly wrapping her left arm under her small B-cups and gently gripping the check-in staffer around her throat to prevent her screaming for help. “You'll do nicely, love.” Valentina hissed into Gabrielle's ear, hoisting the girl up through the vent and pinching the vulnerable nerves on either side of the girl's neck, with her finger and thumb. Letting out a cute surprised squeak, Gabrielle was unconscious as soon as Valentina had pulled her body through the hatch and laid her out on the elevators roof. “Right, sweet thing. Let's get to know you a little better.” The Ukrainian giggled as she flipped the hatch shut.

“You're a pretty little thing aren't you…Gabrielle Rénard? I look forward to becoming you for a spell.” Valentina grinned while reading the girl's ID. Replacing the ID in the attendant's handbag, Valentina took out a sedative full of Midzalom, her drug of choice for neutralising civilians. “Just something to help you sleep my love. Should keep you in dreamland for at least 10 hours.” She said, flicking the needle before sticking it into Gabrielle's carotid. The cute french girl shuddered as the drug entered her system, making a low sigh as she slumped into an even deeper sleep. After disposing of the needle, Valentina began to strip off her suit.

Now dressed only in her underwear, Valentina got to work stripping the peacefully snoozing Gabrielle. She first removed the woman's hat, scarf, heels and gloves before unbuttoning Gabrielle's jacket and opening it out to reveal pretty B-cups enveloped by a black french lace push up wonderbra. “Cute undies Gabrielle.” Valentina quipped, slipping off the check-in girls jacket off her slender shoulder.”Did you have a hot date lined up, tonight? Perhaps a young pilot. Well he or she isn't going to miss out on the action.”


Ignoring the comings and goings of the elevator, Valentina rolled the half naked girl onto her side, and unzipped her skirt from the rear, whipping the garment from around her hips, and down her long stocking covered legs in one smooth pull. “And would you look at that? You've got matching. It must have cost you a fortune my dear.” Valentina said as she admired the matching black lace thong that protected Gabrielle's modesty. “Sorry girl, but I'll be taking your stockings. It's nothing personal.” The Ukrainian whispered, pulling off the stockings one leg at a time. The people below in the elevator, oblivious to Gabrielle's plight.

Once she had finished dressing in Gabrielle's uniform, a perfect fit including her stockings, Valentina took out the masking spray, shaking it once. “Well here goes nothing.” She gently sprayed the beige foam over Gabrielle's face, where it hardened in thirty seconds. “Hmm, fast acting but a one shot deal?” Valentina shook the empty can against her ear, sighing. “Oh well, looks like I'll be doing things the old fashioned way. So much for gadgets.” Shrugging she replaced the can into her handbag, then gently peeled the mold from Gabrielle's face, leaving her cute sleeping face devoid of make-up. “Huh?! It even copied her make-up? They really think of everything.”

Taking her new mask, Valentina put it over her face and gently smoothed down the edges around the eye sockets and nose. When she was finished, Valentina took out Gabrielle's black scrunchie and loosened her hair adopting the prim bun. Glancing down at the unconscious scantily clad french attendant, Valentina caressed her cheek. “Thanks for your uniform, ma cherie. Now I have a plane to catch, salut.” She quipped in a coy french accent. Peeking through the hatch to check that the coast was clear, Valentina flipped it open and dropped through the open hatch before closing it behind her.


Looping her handbag over her shoulder, Valentina pressed the first floor button checking her reflection in the doors. Her hair was of a darker shade than Gabrielle's but enough to pass muster, if no one noticed. With a ding the elevator doors opened, she strode through heading towards the Private Lounge, stolen heels clacking off the polished floor.

Etihad Airlines Private Lounge, 17:44pm

As she approached the opulent Private Lounge Valentina was greeted by an attractive, small and petite Korean woman in her late twenties. “Gabby, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” The grinning young woman strode towards her, allowing Valentina to get a better look. She was a cute woman with heart shaped tanned features, high sculptured cheekbones and big dark brown almond shaped slanted eyes with dark raven coloured hair tied back into an elegant knot with a pair of Korean binyeos. Her petite frame was hugged by a smart airline butlers uniform that consisted of a black bell bottom jack, underneath which was a cream coloured waistcoat over a buttoned white dress shirt, black tie, matching trousers and black flat shoes. Pristine white gloves completed the look.

Valentina scanned her up and down sighing. So she's the in-flight butler? Damn, she's smaller than me. But if her uniform gets me to Suvarova, then I need it. It won't be fun squeezing into that however. “Um, Gabby? Have you done something to your hair? It's darker.” The girl's gentle melodic accent shook Valentina from her thoughts. She cleared her throat. “Oui, I went to the barbers and had it darkened during my break. What do you think?” Valentina replied in her best French accented English.


The Korean woman looked appreciatively. “Well it suits you. Anyway, that issue we've got. Follow me.” Falling into step beside the butler, Valentina followed her into a well appointed bar. “Sorry for being a pain, Gabby. But you've forgotten my name.” She said opening the bar's cabinet with a hurt expression on her face. Valentina decided to humour her while looking for an opening. “Sorry, what was your name again?” She asked, leaning against the bar.

The young Korean sighed reaching for a bottle. “We've been friends for three months. It's Kim Sun-Jung, remember?” She placed a large bottle of Bollinger champagne on the top before turning to retrieve two champagne flutes. “And we always have a glass of the good stuff before the client arrives.”

Valentina shrugged playing her role as Gabrielle. “What can I say, Sun? I haven't been myself lately.” She smiled at the irony as the comment went over Sun's head. “Come to think of it, you do sound a little different.” Taking that as her cue, the Ukrainian gently hopped over the bar and advanced on the pretty Korean, wrapping her arm around the smaller woman's neck and placing a hand gently behind her head.

“Wha-oohh?” Sun squeaked in surprise as Valentina gently squeezed her throat and pushed forwards with her other hand, cutting off the blood supply to her brain. “Shh, Sun. Just relax, easy does it…” The mercenary cooed into the Korean's ear, lowering her to the floor behind the bar. A low strangled sigh told Valentina that Sun was out for the count, arms dangling limply on the floor.

Fishing around her handbag, Valentina retrieved another syringe of sedatives. After pulling off the plastic cap with her teeth, she flicked the needle before plunging it into Sun's tender neck. “Night-night, sweet Sun.” She giggled as the butler shuddered slightly than slumped into deeper unconsciousness with a low moan. Rolling the woman's unconscious form off of her, Valentina wasting no time in peeling off her mask and stripping off Gabrielle's uniform. She wasn’t relishing putting on the tight looking uniform.


“Figures. The one woman with the uniform I need and I pick a petite one two sizes too small.” Valentina sighed as she struggled to fasten the jacket. At her feet lay a scantily clad unconscious Sun, who was laying on her side, arm draped over her trim tummy, wearing only a pretty white lace one piece undergarment, the nipples of her small but pert A-cups peeking through the thin fabric.

Overall the outfit was uncomfortable on Valentina's taller, more athletic frame; she had to breathe in to fasten the trousers which were so short it showed off her ankles, and the buttons of her waistcoat and shirt straining against her larger bust. And these shoes are hell on my feet. Bloody twinkle toes Shrugging at her predicament, Valentina dragged the underwear-clad Sun over to a cupboard underneath the bar by her ankles, stashing her in a foetal business. “Sweet dreams, Sun…” She winked sliding shut the door on the girl.

Wincing in pain and cursing her luck, Valentina swept from the Private Lounge and back into the elevator, heading down back into the departure terminal.

Approaching Gate 4, Departure Terminal, 17:59pm


Ignoring the looks and jitters from passing travelers, Valentina stalked towards departure gate 4 her too small stolen shoes pinching her feet and the trousers chafing her privates. Ahead of her, she spotted another female Etihad butler waiting by the gate who flashed her a quizzical look. Valentina could have facepalmed at that moment. There's two of them? This must be THE in-flight butler. Ugh, how come I didn't know that before? It would have saved me a whole load of trouble. She sighed then smiled sizing up the woman. Well no use crying over split milk. Besides, she's my size. Every cloud has a silver lining. I've just got to get her alone and take her uniform to get on the flight. . The woman was attractive; late twenties with slightly tanned oval features, high slender cheekbones and pale green eyes. Her golden blonde hair was knotted up elegantly and her ears decorated with pearl silver studs.

Shaking her head the blonde approached Valentina. “What on earth is wrong with your uniform?!” She exclaimed in a clear British accent, caressing Valentina's too small jacket which had already given up the ghost. “It's way too small for you? And we've got half an hour before the next client.”

The Ukrainian shrugged. “Well this is my first day on the job and the airline sent me this uniform. Only, I didn't realise it was two sizes too small until I put it on.” She lied, pulling a distressed frown. “Today's been a real nightmare.” The blonde smiled sympathetically. “Tsk. The same happened to me when I first started, only mine was too big.” She then glanced at the clock on the departures board. “Look, we have a client coming and you can't be wandering around in a short uniform, making the airline look bad. I could take you to the staff area and find you a spare uniform that fits?”


Valentina couldn't believe her luck. “Would you? That would be great, these trousers are pinching my lady parts something awful.” The blonde smiled, gently taking her in the crook of her arm and leading her down a staff only corridor. “Think nothing of it. My name is Leanne by the way.” Valentina nodded. “Lyuda. It's a pleasure to meet you. And thank you so much.”

Staff Corridor, 18;04pm

As they approached a broom cupboard halfway down the deserted corridor, Valentina made her move. “You know, Leanne? You've been a great help but I don't think we need to go to the staff room for a uniform. I'll just take yours if you don't mind?” Leanne suddenly stopped in her tracks and spun round to face her. “Lyuda? What are you talking about? I don't under-mmmph!?”


Valentina clamped a hand around Leanne's mouth to stifle her screams, pinning her to the wall. “Sorry, Leanne. One good turn really does deserve another…” She quipped pinching the struggling blonde's vagus nerve. The woman let out a muffled aroused squeak, her big green eyes fluttering as she slumped unconscious against the wall. Letting her fall onto her shoulder, Valentina opened the broom cupboard door and carried the limp form inside.


The Broom Cupboard, 18:10pm


“Now that's more like it. Much better.” Valentina smiled as she pulled on Leanne's jacket and fastened it. She had even helped herself to the Englishwoman's ear studs. At her feet was sprawled the unconscious scantily clad form of the in-flight butler, dressed only in her pink with white lace trim cropped camisole and matching bikini low panties. Valentina had been sure to dose her with 10cc's of Midzalom to keep her sleeping for at least 10 hours.

“Thanks again for being a dear and allowing me to ‘borrow’ your uniform, it fits me like a glove.” Valentina said to the naked Leanne, dragging her body out of sight behind boxes of bleach along the far wall before tossing the discarded remains of Sun's too small uniform on top of her. “Now if you’d excuse me, Leanne. I have your plane to catch, dasvidanja .” With a smile, the Ukrainian swept from the broom cupboard leaving Leanne in darkness.


Gate 4 Departure Terminal 18:20pm


Valentina arrived just in time to see her target, Katya Suvarova striding towards her with a stressed looking young emirati check-in girl. The Russian was a strikingly beautiful woman around 29 years old, her dossier picture really didn't do her much justice but she carried herself arrogantly as she berated the staffer. She had slightly squared slavic features, sharp cheekbones and pale porcelain skin with piercing ice blue eyes, long dark brown hair hanging in curls off her shoulders. For her flight, Katya was wearing a crimson dress with matching heels, under a white suit jacket, looping earrings and a dress watch on her left wrist. Looped over the FSB agent's shoulder was her black purse, no doubt containing the USB dongle with the stolen data. Standing professionally with her hands behind her back and back straight, Valentina caught the back end of their conversation.

“...I expected better of an exclusive service that cost my employers $20,000. You can't seem to keep track of your staff, it's very disappointing.” Suvarova sighed as the smaller check-in attendant struggled to keep up. “I'm sorry ma'am, we are usually a lot more ordered than this but we will make it up to you.” Suvarova shook her head. “Really? How do you propose to do that, girl? The private lounge decided to take a break when I showed up. I wonder did your airline do this deliberately because I'm Russian?”

The young emirati girl stammered. “N-no! I assure you that Etihad Airways caters for all our customers, no matter their nationality. And I'll be sure to contact my supervisor to make sure you get a complimentary flight, to make up for our poor service today.” That seemed to placate the Russian. “Oh very well, but you'll still be getting a negative rating on Trustpilot.” Valentina flashed the poor emirati a sympathetic look.

She made eye contact with Suvarova holding out her right hand. “Ms Suvarova? I'm Leanne and I'll be your in-flight butler tonight.” Valentina said in her best British accent, with barely a hint of her Ukrainian accent. Suvarova shook it with a firm grip. “I hope your service is better than these fools, who don't seem to know what they are doing.” Valentina could have sworn the check-in attendant rolled her eyes before stalking off a little too eagerly. “I assure you, ma'am, that this flight will be the best you've ever flown.” Valentina swept her arm across the boarding tube. “Now, if you'd permit me,allow me to get you settled into your own private cabin.” The Ukrainian lead the Russian down the boarding ramp towards the waiting flight.


Airbus A380, Flight EA-2491, Private First Class Cabin, 30'000ft above Iran, 19:30pm


An hour into the flight, and Valentina had been playing the dutiful butler all the while waiting for her opportunity to strike, her garrote feeling heavy in her stolen coat pocket. Katya Suvarova sat in her black leather armchair, casually flicking news channels with the remote.

She suddenly snapped her fingers.“You, Leanne, isn't it? It occurs to me that I haven't had dinner yet. Does your airline serve caviar and pierogi?” Valentina smiled, passing her the menu. “Of course ma'am and might I recommend the Bollinger Vintage 1990 champagne, to compliment the mild spiciness of the pierogii?” She grinned a toothy grin, inwardly cursing having to bow and scrape to a Russian.

Suvarova scanned the menu before handing it back to her. “I'll take the caviar starter with wafers, beef rib pierogi, and fudge. Washed down with that Bollinger champagne.” Valentina bowed low. “Very good, ma'am. I'll just get for you. All you need to do is sit back and relax.” She turned to leave the cabin. “And be quick about it! I'm starving!” The Russian called over Valentina's shoulder. “...Bitch.” the Ukrainian said under her breath. I'm looking forward to slipping my wire around her neck.

20:00pm


“Here is your meal, Ms Suvarova, courtesy of our resident chef…” Valentina said, serving the FSB agent's meal on a silver platter. “...and your Bollinger 1990, a superior vintage.” She showed the woman the label before popping the cork and pouring the sparkling alcohol carefully into the flute.


Suvarova nodded, tucking in her handkerchief. “Very good, now leave me to my meal. I can't have you gawking at me while I eat.” She sneered, looking away to scrape caviar onto a waver. Using the opportunity, Valentina moved behind her, taking out her garrote and flexed it.

“In fact, Ms Suvarova. I have something else for you, a little gift from London…” Suvarova paused holding the wafer to her mouth. “How did you kno-ugh!?” She choked as Valentina looped the aluminium fibre wire over the Russian's head and pulled tight, the Russian agent dropped her caviar wafer.


“...MI6 sends its regards, bitch.” Valentina hissed into Suvarova's ear, as the struggling woman tried in vain to pull the wire loose. She tried to scream but only ragged choking came from her throat. “Not long now, my dear.” The Ukrainian whispered, pulling hard on the wire, hearing the satisfying crunch of the Russian's hyoid bone. Katya Suvarova expired with a low strangled sigh, her hands falling limply to her sides.


Panting from the adrenaline of the kill, Valentina unlooped her garrote from around the dead woman's neck, admiring the thin bloodied cut around the Russian's throat. “Dasvidanja, my dear Katya. You won't be threatening my nation again.” She quipped, closing Katya's cold dead blue eyes, before turning to the agent's handbag.

“Bingo, here’s my paycheck.” Valentina smiled, pulling out the USB dongle and replacing it into her own bag. She then turned back to the dead Russian and her uneaten meal on the coffee table, an idea coming into her mind. “You know that's a nice dress, Katya, just my size. And it's not everyday I get to eat caviar and fresh hot pierogi, while travelling first class. It would be a shame to waste both...”


Taking the cooling corpse of Katya Suvarova off the leather armchair, Valentina dragged the dead woman under her shoulders over to the adjoining bedroom. After laying the body down on the luxury bed, she stripped out of Leanne's butler uniform, folded it up and tucked it beneath the bed.


After removing Katya's jewellery, heels and jacket, Valentina rolled the corpse onto her side, unzipping the dress from the rear and peeling it from the former Russian agent's slim athletic body. “Even your choice in underwear is expensive. Just how much do they pay you FSB girls these days?” Valentina said as she pulled on Katya's clothes and clipped on the jewellery, admiring the woman's red lace wonderbra, covering ample C-cup breasts and matching lace shorts. “Well, you can keep those dear I'm already covered. Besides, your dress looks better on me.”


When she was finished, Valentina pulled on the white suit jacket, let her hair down then tucked Katya into the bed, concealing her body. Leaving the small bedroom, she sat in the armchair tucked in a napkin and took a measure of the champagne. “That really is an excellent vintage.” Smacking her lips together, she took a bite of Katya's dropped wafer. “Mmhmm. This tastes so good, far too good for the likes of her.” Finishing off the wafer, Valentina took up a pierogi, leant back and bit into it, savouring the spicy beef and enjoying the lap of luxury.

21:00pm

Valentina dabbed her mouth with her napkin, having left an empty plate. She had savoured every bite of the caviar and pierogi. I haven't had a meal that good for a long time. It reminded me of the way my mother made them. Leaning back into her chair, she took her champagne flute and finished off the rest of her champagne. Then a sudden unexpected knock at the door made her freeze.


Flight Attendant Casey Ryeback, a pretty 24 year old Canadian, waited at the door of the Residence private suite. She had been sent by the chef to see if the client, Ms Suvarova, had enjoyed her meal and to ask the in-flight butler to return the tray. Having only been working at Etihad for six months, Casey wasn't as acquainted with her crew as most but had seen both the butler and client board the plane. She was a cute girl next door with gentle heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and soft grey-blue doe shaped eyes. Her slim, athletic figure was hugged by her uniform; black jacket with purple accents on the collar and cuffs, black leather gloves, matching trousers with purple piping down the seams and black heels. Tied around her neck was a patterned purple tie, and perched on top of her auburn hair, tied into a ponytail, was a purple pillbox hat. As the door opened, Casey smoothed down her uniform jacket and smiled. I hope I remember the butler's name. She thought nervously.


Valentina opened the door to reveal an attractive young redheaded flight attendant, who bore a passing resemblance to her. The girl blinked in surprise. “W-Wait a minute? You're the in-flight butler; Why are you wearing the clients clothes? I-I don't understand.” She stammered raring back as Valentina grinned, opening the door wide.


“You're a nosy one aren't you, my dear?” Valentina quipped, straightening her right hand, thin as a blade before bringing it down swiftly down on the side of the pretty stewardesses slender neck in a backhanded chop,on the sweet spot of her nerve cluster. The redhead let out a pained, surprised squeak before falling forwards unconscious into Valentina's waiting arms. Catching the stewardesses limp body, she checked that the coast was clear before dragging the body inside and closing the door.


Taking out her last sedative, Valentina jabbed the unconscious Casey in her carotid, the cute stewardess shuddered and sighed as the last of the Midzalom into her system, ensuring she'd be out for at least twelve hours. Rolling the girl onto her back, Valentina sighed. “Looks like I'm not going to be flying in the lap of luxury after all, thanks to you. You'll be missed if don't take your place.” She then began to strip off Katya's clothes, an idea entering her mind. “Lucky for me that you're my size and that we look alike, we might as well be sisters.” Chuckling, Valentina untied the scarf from around the stewardesses neck pulling it loose. “Funny, I always wanted to be a flight attendant. Now here's my chance.”


Kneeling next to the sleeping redhead, Valentina removed her hat, gloves and heels before unbuttoning her uniform jacket, folding it open to reveal a purple lace plunge bra enveloping pleasing B-cup breasts. “Hmm, what a lovely colour. Might get a pair myself…” the Ukrainian mused, slipping the jacket from Casey's shoulders, one arm at a time.


Turning the half naked stewardess onto her side, Valentina unfastened the woman's trousers working them off her hips and down her long legs in one smooth tug. “ Well, well you have a cute ass my dear.” She quipped appreciatively at Casey's pert plum shaped ass, emphasised by the matching purple lace g-string that barely protected her modesty.


After getting dressed in Casey's uniform and adopting the girl's ponytail, Valentina took the scantily clad stewardess by her ankles and dragged her into the bedroom. “Here's a little reward for being nosy.” She said pulling the bed sheets to reveal the corpse of Katya. Smiling, she tucked Casey next to the dead Russian woman before draping her arm over Casey and placed their lips together as if they were kissing. “Well, don't you two make a cute couple?”


Concealing their bodies with the bed sheets, Valentina folded up Katya's clothes and slid the pile under the bed. Then, taking the empty tray in her hands she swept from the private cabin locking it behind her.


Flight EA-2491 First Class Galley, 21:30pm


“Ah Casey, there you are. You sure took your time with the private client. How did they like their meal?” Asked a female American accent, which made Valentina turn from returning the tray and disposing of the empty champagne bottle. She came face to face with an attractive dark haired middle-aged woman, a woman she surmised was the senior attendant. Valentina moved into the low overhead lighting, to better shroud her face and let her disguise do the work.

“She seemed satisfied enough but didn't want to be disturbed.” Valentina replied, mimicking Casey's Canadian accent perfectly. The senior attendant rolled her eyes. “I feel sorry for the butler, it's going to be one long night for her.” She ended with a chuckle which Valentina parroted.

“Well Casey, our other passengers are a little more needy. I need you to serve champagne in first class until midnight. Then you can get some sleep when Maddie relieves you. Understood?”

Valentina nodded her head. “Serve champagne to the first class passengers. Consider it done.” The brunette senior smiled. “I like your enthusiasm, Casey. Keep it up and you'll go far.” She then left Valentina alone in the Galley. Turning back, she retrieved a couple bottles of Bollinger and champagne flutes, placing them on a tray before leaving.

Steadying herself along the gangway, Valentina came to her first passenger; a well dressed Chinese businessman using his laptop. “Excuse me sir?” The man turned to look up at her, smiling. “Would you like some complimentary champagne? Courtesy of the Airline.” The man nodded. “Yes, that is most kind.” After popping the bottle and serving Champagne, she moved onto the next. This seems quite easy, but I wouldn’t give up being a mercenary. She thought as she served an elderly rich lady.


The Stewardesses Cabin, Deck 2 Portside, 12:05am

After two hours of non-stop serving and smiling, Valentina was rushed off her feet. She was quite relieved when a young pretty brunette attendant came to relieve her. She had asked the woman for directions to the stewardesses cabin.

Now she found herself rifling through Casey's wardrobe and found a pair of her crew pyjamas, along with the girl's hand luggage They weren't the most flattering of garments; a grey top with CREW in big bold letters on the back and matching long johns. “Ugh! So drab but I shouldn't have been expecting silk. Still, it might be fun to try them on.” Shrugging she stripped off Casey's uniform and pulled on the pyjamas before climbing into bed and closing her eyes. Sleep finding her quickly.


10'000ft above Beijing International Airport, 06:55am


Valentina awoke having only 6 hours of sleep but it was enough, she had got by before on less. Looking out of the window, she could see the A380 circling towards the main runway of Beijing International Airport. Snatching up her phone, Valentina texted her MI6 contacts number

Target neutralised and package secured. Please advise on the next cause of action.

Then came the reply

Congratulations: Return to London for debrief and payment.


Secreting her into her handbag, Valentina quietly got dressed in a black leather jacket, skinny blue jeans, tanktop and boots she had stolen from Casey's hand luggage. Making sure not to wake a sleeping stewardess in the next bunk.


When she was finished, Valentina packed away the crew pyjamas and Casey's stewardesses uniform into the hand luggage before leaving the stewardesses cabin. She had already decided to use the woman's cash to purchase the first flight to London.


Walking back into first class, Valentina packed away the hand luggage in the overhead compartment before sliding into an empty seat. Letting her hair down and sliding on sunglasses, she made sure to avoid the gaze of the senior attendant.

“Where is Casey? We are due to land at Beijing and we need her for the landing procedures.” She heard the woman say to another stewardess who shrugged. “Uh, never mind. It's been a long flight and the girl deserves a lie in.” Smiling, Valentina settled into her seat and clipped on her seat belt as the light flicked on.


Beijing International Airport, Departure Terminal 07:20am


Valentina had blended into the passengers as they boarded the shuttle to the departure terminal. Entering the busy terminal, she quickly scanned the departure boards. There, a Virgin Airways flight VA-3792 to London, leaves in 30 minutes. That's my best bet .


Valentina approached the Virgin Airlines desk, where she was greeted by a pretty Chinese attendant. “Good morning. I would like a ticket on the next flight to London? The one leaving in 30 minutes.” She said, sliding Casey's credit card over the desk. The red uniformed girl nodded after quickly checking her computer. “Ah yes. You're lucky madam, we have a few seats left. You'll be paying by card, I assume?” Valentina nodded as the check in staffer scanned the card.

Virgin Airlines Flight VA-3792 07:50am


With the stolen information, boarding pass and ticket safely in her handbag and Casey's hand luggage stowed in the overhead compartment, Valentina clipped on the seat belt. She leaned back into her seat, feeling the inertia as the plane shot down the runway and lifted gently into the air, leaving Beijing behind. She relaxed, looking forward to the payoff from MI6 for a job well done. The jetlag she would no doubt receive as well, being an acceptable trade-off.

[meditions142]

Wow, what a fun story!

You had to know I would love it. All those lovely women being put to sleep with pinches or chops to the neck and drugged.

Love the image of the Gabrielle scene. Love to imagine Valentina lowering herself down while Gabby remained unaware and then as she lifted her up pinching the nerves in her neck to knock her out. Love to dosing her with Midzalom to keep her asleep.

The copying of her face was a nice touch. Kind of fun you had mentioned Gabrielle had makeup on and the mask actually took to leaving her face unmade up.

Then we get a sleeper on Sun. Love the description "Valentina gently squeezed her throat and pushed forwards with her other hand, cutting off the blood supply to her brain."

And then the fun idea that Sun's uniform was too small but thankfully Leanne happened by. A wonderful Vague Nerve pinch. Followed of course by a nice drugging to keep the pretty blonde asleep. Then great description "The woman let out a muffled aroused squeak, her big green eyes fluttering as she slumped unconscious against the wall. Letting her fall onto her shoulder, Valentina opened the broom cupboard door and carried the limp form inside."

Then we get the wonderful take out of Casey. With a great description "straightening her right hand, thin as a blade before bringing it down swiftly down on the side of the pretty stewardesses slender neck in a backhanded chop,on the sweet spot of her nerve cluster."

And of course another wonderful use of Midzalom.

Not sure however I agree with the rather dark humor of Valentina snuggling Casey up with the corpse.

Thanks for a wonderful, wonderful story.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Wow, what a fun story!

You had to know I would love it. All those lovely women being put to sleep with pinches or chops to the neck and drugged.

Love the image of the Gabrielle scene. Love to imagine Valentina lowering herself down while Gabby remained unaware and then as she lifted her up pinching the nerves in her neck to knock her out. Love to dosing her with Midzalom to keep her asleep.

The copying of her face was a nice touch. Kind of fun you had mentioned Gabrielle had makeup on and the mask actually took to leaving her face unmade up.

Then we get a sleeper on Sun. Love the description "Valentina gently squeezed her throat and pushed forwards with her other hand, cutting off the blood supply to her brain."

And then the fun idea that Sun's uniform was too small but thankfully Leanne happened by. A wonderful Vague Nerve pinch. Followed of course by a nice drugging to keep the pretty blonde asleep. Then great description "The woman let out a muffled aroused squeak, her big green eyes fluttering as she slumped unconscious against the wall. Letting her fall onto her shoulder, Valentina opened the broom cupboard door and carried the limp form inside."

Then we get the wonderful take out of Casey. With a great description "straightening her right hand, thin as a blade before bringing it down swiftly down on the side of the pretty stewardesses slender neck in a backhanded chop,on the sweet spot of her nerve cluster."

And of course another wonderful use of Midzalom.

Not sure however I agree with the rather dark humor of Valentina snuggling Casey up with the corpse.

Thanks for a wonderful, wonderful story.

Thanks my friend I'm glad you enjoyed the story.


The Gabrielle scene was my personal favourite to write, as it was inspired by that exquisite artwork "Suspension of Disbelief" . When I saw that artwork, and I mentioned that I hoped the officer had been neck pinched I knew I had to jump at the chance to include an homage in my lastet story.


Yeah, the masking foam was inspired by a USB scene in chinese movie which is in the board. There it was a lethal scene but I felt inspired to do ny own non-lethal twist. And I thought it would be a fun detail for the mask to take Gabrielle's make-up, as well as being a one shot gadget.


The scene with Sun was an opportunity to explore a variation you don't often see in USB; the ill fitting uniform. Luckily for Valentina, the actual in-flight butler - the most unfortunate Leanne - wasn't far away to provide Valentina with a uniform that fit. Poor Leanne was unlucky since our heroine was in a real hurry.


And last but by no means least cute little Casey. I couldn't resist having the neckchop as the icing on the cake and poor Casey learned the hard way that she shouldn't be nosy and interrupt an international mercenary while she's living the high life.


When was researching sedatives for Valentina to use, I discovered Midzalom thanks to Google search. It's actually a real-life strong sedative used in medicine and typically lasts for anywhere between 10-12 hours. With memory loss being one of the side effects.


The snuggling up of Casey next to Katya was partly dark humour and partly Valentina's way of concealing two bodies in the same space since on a plane, its difficult to hide a body at the best of times. I accept that it may not be to everyone's taste.


Your very welcome meditions, it was a pleasure to write and I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

[micpop2]

as always, a wonderful story, thank you for your contribution.

[Stormtrooper1990]

as always, a wonderful story, thank you for your contribution.

Your welcome micpop, I appreciate your support and it's always a pleasure to share my stories with the community.

[meditions142]

The Gabrielle scene was my personal favourite to write, as it was inspired by that exquisite artwork "Suspension of Disbelief" . When I saw that artwork, and I mentioned that I hoped the officer had been neck pinched I knew I had to jump at the chance to include an homage in my lastet story.

Luckily for Valentina, the actual in-flight butler - the most unfortunate Leanne - wasn't far away to provide Valentina with a uniform that fit. Poor Leanne was unlucky since our heroine was in a real hurry.

What was interesting is how Valentina seemingly has different techniques. With Gabrielle, you described it as "pinching the vulnerable nerves on either side of the girl's neck, with her finger and thumb". With Leanne you described it as "pinching the struggling blonde's vagus nerve".

So seemingly Valentina has a couple different methods she uses to pinch a woman and knock her unconscious.

And it does seem the neck is her favorite target given that she used a sleeper hold on Sun and a chop on Casey.

[Stormtrooper1990]

The Gabrielle scene was my personal favourite to write, as it was inspired by that exquisite artwork "Suspension of Disbelief" . When I saw that artwork, and I mentioned that I hoped the officer had been neck pinched I knew I had to jump at the chance to include an homage in my lastet story.

Luckily for Valentina, the actual in-flight butler - the most unfortunate Leanne - wasn't far away to provide Valentina with a uniform that fit. Poor Leanne was unlucky since our heroine was in a real hurry.

What was interesting is how Valentina seemingly has different techniques. With Gabrielle, you described it as "pinching the vulnerable nerves on either side of the girl's neck, with her finger and thumb". With Leanne you described it as "pinching the struggling blonde's vagus nerve".

So seemingly Valentina has a couple different methods she uses to pinch a woman and knock her unconscious.

And it does seem the neck is her favorite target given that she used a sleeper hold on Sun and a chop on Casey.

Indeed, Valentina's military training allows her to utilise different methods of nerve pinches on her female targets, dependant of course on the situation. In Gabrielle's case, the upside-down angle preventing her from accessing the vagus nerve. So she used the classic finger and thumb technique.

Then in Leanne's case, it was an overt takedown and forward facing and with Leanne having her hair conveniently tied up it gave Valentina all the opportunity she needed foe the vagus strike.


The neck is arguably the most vulnerable spot on a woman's body and Valentina prefers to take out her disguise targets, as quickly as possible without much in the way of pain inflicted on the poor women. Valentina is perhaps my most varied character to date, since she can knock out women on a variety of different methods but I can confirm that the neck is Valentina's preferred target. Which women like Sun, Casey, Gabrielle and Leanne all found out to their costs.

[meditions142]

Then in Leanne's case, it was an overt takedown and forward facing and with Leanne having her hair conveniently tied up it gave Valentina all the opportunity she needed foe the vagus strike.

Valentina's take down on Leanne was indeed spectacular. Love the imagine of her pushing the blonde up against the wall, covering her mouth and then giving her the pinch! Such a great scene.

I also do like in the case of Casey it had to be quick so just a fast chop to the neck!

[Stormtrooper1990]

Then in Leanne's case, it was an overt takedown and forward facing and with Leanne having her hair conveniently tied up it gave Valentina all the opportunity she needed foe the vagus strike.

Valentina's take down on Leanne was indeed spectacular. Love the imagine of her pushing the blonde up against the wall, covering her mouth and then giving her the pinch! Such a great scene.

I also do like in the case of Casey it had to be quick so just a fast chop to the neck!

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed Leanne's scene. While Gabrielle's vertical takedown was my favourite scene to write, Leanne's vagus pinch was arguably my close second. Especially with Leanne flopping unconscious on Valentina's shoulder and being hauled inside the broom cupboard.


Indeed with Casey, our heroine had to be quick and ruthless or else Casey would have screamed the plane down, and Valentina would be in cuffs. You know how much I love my neck pinches but you just can't go wrong with a good old fashioned neck chop, for both precision and speed! Poor little Casey didn't even have time to scream and was unconscious before Valentina caught her.

[meditions142]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed Leanne's scene. While Gabrielle's vertical takedown was my favourite scene to write, Leanne's vagus pinch was arguably my close second. Especially with Leanne flopping unconscious on Valentina's shoulder and being hauled inside the broom cupboard.


Indeed with Casey, our heroine had to be quick and ruthless or else Casey would have screamed the plane down, and Valentina would be in cuffs. You know how much I love my neck pinches but you just can't go wrong with a good old fashioned neck chop, for both precision and speed! Poor little Casey didn't even have time to scream and was unconscious before Valentina caught her.

Indeed the image of Leanne slumping against the wall then falling over Valentina's shoulder is quite sexy.

As for Casey love how you describe Valentina's chop to "the sweet spot of her nerve cluster". And as you describe "Poor little Casey didn't even have time to scream and was unconscious before Valentina caught her." Thanks to Valentina's skill Casey was unconscious before she even began to drop.