Destiny Calls Chapter 1:- Of Drug Dealers and Country Clubs

[Stormtrooper1990]

Now introducing a new character to the Stormyverse. Meet Destiny Harrelson, a former paratrooper, New Yorker and veteran of Afghanistan. By day she's a security consultant for the private security company, Athena International. But by night, she's a vigilante who cleans up the streets of New York and protects her home borough of East Harlem. In her first outing, Destiny has been tasked with testing the security of Mason and Lowe Insurance PLC in Midtown, who have hired Athena to run a security audit on its servers. However, after work when she hears that her local convenience store has been taken over by a gang pushing drugs, Destiny springs into action….


Mason and Lowe Insurance PLC, W 44th Street, Midtown Manhattan, New York City, Thursday 8th April 2026, 11:35am

“New York. The Concrete Jungle where dreams are made of…” Sang Destiny Harrelson softly as she stood across the street, observing the front of Mason and Lowe Insurance PLC. The building was somewhat modest, with 4 floors and dwarfed by the soaring skyscrapers of Midtown. She noted the presence of white uniformed security officers and CCTV cameras. At least they have the front covered. But from my experience, there's always more than one way to get into a building. She thought, crossing the busy West 44th Street and heading into a side alley, her favourite song flowing into her ears.

To the casual observer, Destiny was a 26 year old, beautiful African American woman. Striking in her appearance with smooth ebony skin, oval features and high cheekbones with deep big brown eyes that her ex-girlfriend Terri had once called ‘soulful.’ Framed by jet black raven haired cut into a practical bob. Her toned, athletic figure was hugged by a nondescript grey hoodie, over which she wore a black leather jacket. With black denim cargo paints, matching army surplus boots and rucksack sling across her back.

But she was so much more. Destiny was a former paratrooper with the 101st Airborne and had served her country with 3 tours of Afghanistan. Topping out at Corporal, she had won a purple heart after a Taliban bullet had glanced her shoulder and once she was honorably discharged, Destiny went into the private sector. Now she was a security consultant with Athena International, a private military and security company often hired by the elite of New York to test their security measures, using her particular set of skills. Getting into secure places was her speciality.

And she was very good at her job.

Mason and Lowe Back Bays, 11:44am

Destiny followed the back alley around to the back of the insurance company, coming to a low wall with no spikes and a CCTV camera facing it that had no blinking light and wasn't even connected.

Destiny smiled. That's a mark down for Mason and Lowe, probably switched the thing off to cut costs. Stupid, stupid thing to do… Hopping the low wall, she dropped into what appeared to be a back bay. A loading dock with wooden crates scattered about, a shuttered loading dock and service entrance with a key card lock.

From the left, Destiny heard a collection of male and female voices. Crouching low, she took cover behind a crate and peered around the side.

It was three cleaners on a smoke and vape break leaning against; two young latino men and one young woman in her early to mid twenties, all speaking in rapid Spanish. Naturally, only the woman was of interest to Destiny. She was a pretty, sultry latina; with oval shaped features, shallow cheekbones, light brown skin and almond shaped bright hazel eyes. The dark brown hair underneath her green baseball cap was short and tied into a practical, but cute ponytail looped through the back. She lent against the dumpster taking a deep puff of her atomiser.

Like her colleagues, she was wearing a tight fitting green boiler suit that flattered her tight figure, with black laced work boots and a white undershirt. On the right breast was the logo of ‘Midtown Cleaning Solutions’ (red text with the NYC skyline above), that was repeated on the baseball caps and the back of the boiler suits. While on her left breast, the name “Carmen” was stitched in on a white oval.

And hanging around her lovely neck, was the important key card. Destiny smiled. That sweet latina’s uniform is exactly my size and that card will get me inside. I just need these guys to leave and I'll relieve her of both.

After five more minutes both of the men had finished their cigarettes and were making it to the service door. One of them, named José, called back after her.

“¿Carmen? ¿Vienes o no?” (“Carmen? Are you coming or not?”) He asked in a strong Puerto Rican accent.

Shaking her head, Carmen took another puff. “No, me quedaré aquí cinco minutos más. ¿Me cubres, José?” (No, I'm going to stay out here for an extra five minutes. Will you cover for me, José?”)

Scanning his card, José rolled his eyes and opened the door for his friend.

“Claro, pero algún día, Carmen, nos vas a meter en problemas.” (“Sure, but one of these days, Carmen, you'll get us into trouble.” )

Laughing, the two men disappeared into the building, leaving Carmen all on her lonesome.

An easy target.

“It's just you and me, chica…” she whispered, taking out a double sided silver dollar from her hoodie's pocket, a lucky charm given to her by her father. “...let's get you looking the other way, babe.” Leaning around her hiding place, she threw the coin just over Carmen's left shoulder, where it landed with a suspicious jangle.

“What the hell was that?” The girl said in smoky accented English, blowing out a stream of vapour and looking to her left, turning her back on Destiny.

Not wasting the opportunity, Destiny crouched low. Advancing quickly and stealthily on the distracted girl, taking the time to appreciate the delicate curves of her hips and plum shaped ass through her uniform.

“Is that a coin?” Was all Carmen managed before Destiny had clamped a strong hand around the latina’s mouth, muffling her cry of surprise and making her drop her atomiser.

“Time for you to take a nap, Carmen.” Destiny whispered into the struggling latina’s ear, as she placed a finger and thumb at the right-side joint of her neck and shoulder, right above the vagus nerve and pinched.

Carmen let out a muffled, aroused squeak into Destiny's hand before slumping unconscious with a low moan into her arms. “Man, I love it when they do that.” She quipped, laying Carmen down onto the concrete to retrieve her coin.

Looking down at the pretty latina, Destiny grinned.“Now, let's get you out of those clothes sweetie.” Taking the girl under the shoulders, she dragged the body around to her hiding place.

Stripping off her clothes, Destiny reflected that the Vagus Nerve was probably her most favourite technique. She hadn't learnt it in the Army but rather when she had joined Artemis. Her female instructor had told her that it's the best way to take out a woman, exploiting that weak spot unique to the gender to essentially ‘switch off’ a female target without long-term injury. A fact Destiny herself wasn't even aware of.

Now in her underwear, Destiny turned her attention to Carmen. Propping up the latina’s sleeping form against the crate, she first took off Carmen's baseball cap, and hair tie, adopting the style. After yanking off the access card lanyard from around Carmen's neck, reading the name ‘Carmen Rivas’, Destiny unlaced the girl's boots, pulling them off to reveal white lace trim ankle socks.

Unzipping Carmen's boiler suit, which exposed Carmen's generous C-cup breasts underneath the undershirt and white lace trim panties, Destiny gently felt the girl's crotch getting a little aroused. “Good, you didn't soil yourself or the suit. Not like the last girl I pinched.”

Ignoring the smell of bubblegum that clung to Carmen's boiler suit, Destiny peeled the latina out of her uniform before whipping off the undershirt up over her head. This left Carmen dressed only in a cheap white lace trim camisole and matching cheap panties.

Admiring the girl's tight, slim body and the curve of her breasts through the camisole, the cool spring New York air making the nipples peek stiffly through the thin fabric, Destiny quickly got dressed in Carmen's uniform.

After pulling on the baseball cap and looping the lanyard over her head, a fully dressed Destiny retrieved cable ties and duct tape from her backpack, binding Carmen's wrists to the front and ankles tightly before taping up her mouth.

Scooping up the unconscious Carmen into her arms on a fireman's carry, Destiny carried her over into the dumpster laying her gently inside. Next to the latina’s body, she placed her folded up clothes, rucksack and tossed Carmen's atomiser inside.

“Flithy habit, but beneficial to an infiltrator…” She smirked closing the dumpster on the scantily clad Carmen.

She put her cable ties and duct tape in the uniform's deep pockets, along with an USB dongle Athena had given her to test Mason and Lowe's systems.

Rounding her shoulders, Destiny scanned Carmen's access card into the reader grinning as the little LED bleeped green. Opening the door wide, she entered Mason and Lowe's offices, the first phase of her audit complete.

Mason and Lowe Insurance PLC, 11:57am

Upon entering, Destiny had taken a janitor's cart and simply blended in by occasionally stopping to mop floors and dusting walls, as she made her way through the ground floor offices. Her target was the insurance companies secure servers on the basement sub-level, and to reach that she had to pass through company offices and backroom, places usually reserved for employees only.

Destiny smiled. Then it's a good thing that I'm dressed as an employee.

As a mistress of disguise, she knew how to get the best out of whatever she was wearing at present. A janitor's disguise allowed a woman to be faceless, to move through an area without attracting any attention, whether the person was white, black or of any race.

Keeping her head down and looking like she had right to belong, Destiny wheeled her cart past office workers, multiple security guards and even past José who was too busy mopping the floors near a storeroom to notice that Destiny was wearing his colleagues uniform.

Reaching the elevator banks in the lobby, Destiny boarded an empty lift and pressed the button labelled B1. The lift doors closed and a jaunty little jingle played over the speaker, as the lift descended deeper.


Mason and Lowe Basement Sub-level 1, 12:24pm

Creaking her neck, Destiny stepped off the elevator and made her way through the well lit corridors towards the server room, having memorised the building's layout the night before.

As she passed the server room, Destiny made a quick glance that went unnoticed by the overweight uniformed security guard sitting behind a desk, too engrossed in eating his bacon sandwich.

Making sure that the man didn't see her face, Destiny noticed a reinforced steel door bolted shut, with a card reader on the wall next to it. Wheeling her cart along, she weighed up her options Impressive set-up, it's shut up tighter than the Federal Reserve. Looks like I'll need an IT pass to get past that lock, and a change of clothes to with that.

Making her way further down the corridor, Destiny came to a slightly ajar door on her right, with the plaque that read “IT/Tech Support” sticking out above the doorframe. She raised her eyebrows. “Hmm, I wonder…”

IT/ Tech Support Office, Basement Sub-level 1, 12:30pm


Using her cart, she pushed the door gently open and went inside. What she found was a small cluttered room with four computers; three were switched off, and a fourth with a young woman sat at the far wall with her back to the world, and who was too distracted with pouring over a spreadsheet to notice Destiny's entrance.

After wheeling her cart to one side and shutting the door behind her, Destiny quickly appraised the girl. The reflection in the computer screen hinted at a cute looking woman in her early 20's, with smooth rounded features, gentle cheekbones and bright green doe shaped eyes. Framed by a silky curtain of light blonde hair that reached down past her shoulders.

She was wearing a practical, chic business outfit that consisted of a beige suit jacket, white top underneath, tight brown slacks held up by a slim white leather belt and black heels. Hanging about her neck was a silver necklace and a lanyard with the all important IT pass card.

Destiny had already made her mind up. She has what I need, perfect. This should be easy, she's got the attention span of a small snail…


Treading softly on the carpet, Destiny creeped up on the unsuspecting IT girl, her hand raised high and straight like a blade. She aimed for the small bundle of nerves at the nape of the woman's neck, the brain stem.

As soon as she was standing over the IT girl, Destiny swiftly chopped her neck. “Argh!” The cute blonde squeaked with pain as she folded like paper, slumping over her desk unconscious.

“You look like you could do with a break, sweetie.” Destiny quipped to the sleeping blonde as she stripped out of Carmen's uniform.

Leaning the blonde's body back into her chair, she took a look at the IT pass around her neck. “Britney Sullivan, that's a pretty name…” She muttered, looping the pass and the girls necklace over her head and setting them on the desk.

Slipping off Britney's shoes, Destiny slid the blonde's jacket off her shoulders before unfastening her belt and unbuttoning the trousers. She worked the slacks around the hips and pulled them down Britney's long divine legs, exposing a black lace thong protecting her modesty.

After pulling the white top up over Britney's head, revealing a matching black lace wonderbra, Destiny pulled on Britney's clothes, finding them a decent fit and more comfortable than Carmen's boiler suit.

Looping both the necklace and IT pass over her head, Destiny bound Britney's wrists and ankles with cable ties and her mouth with tape. “There you go babe…” she said tapping the unconscious girl on her cheek “...now lets tuck you in.” Putting her hands under the blonde's shoulders, Destiny dragged her over to a nearby cabinet and tucked the scantily clad girl in with her head laying on her knees.

“Night, night, sweetie.” She smiled, placing the discarded janitor's uniform next to Britney before closing the cabinet door.

Placing her duct tape, cables and dongle in Britney's handbag, Destiny looped it over her shoulder and left the small dingy office, shutting the door behind her.

Mason and Lowe Basement Sub-level 1, 12:35pm

Destiny flashed the overweight security guard a smile, as she arrived at the secure server room door. The man paused as he lifted his last bacon sandwich, returning the smile.

“Hey, are you new? I don't think I've seen you before?” He asked, more curious than suspicious.

She nodded, taking out her stolen IT pass and scanning it. “Yeah, the name's Destiny. I've been here only a couple of days but this is the first time I've been to the server room.”

As the lock pinged open, she gestured to the guard's sandwich. “That's a lot of calories you're shoving in your mouth, pal.”

The guard shrugged. “Now you sound like my wife.” He said indignantly to Destiny's disappearing back.

Waiting for the door to automatically shut, Destiny approached the central terminal connected to four servers stacked, and put in the USB dongle into a spare port.

She then touched her ear piece on her right ear. “Destiny here, boss. The package has been delivered. I'm standing by, over.”

The deep voice of her boss, Preston Sweetwater, the head of Athena’s Private Security and Outreach Department, answered. “Excellent work as always, Destiny. Now come up to Mr Mason's office on the third floor, our client wants a word.”

Destiny smiled. “Five by five, boss. I'm on my way.” She replied, closing the channel before taking out the dongle and sweeping from the room.

The Office of Aaron Mason, Third Floor, 12:40pm

“Had Miss Harrelson been a real thief, Mr Mason, then all the personal data of your clients would be all over the dark web, or on sale to the highest bidder.” Said Preston Sweetwater as he sat opposite an embarrassed sixty year old Aaron Mason, a man who was literally swimming in his suit.

Destiny enjoyed working with Preston, he wasn't a bad guy, for a jarhead. He was in his forties, with a bald head and black hair still clinging on for dear life on the sides of his head, and deep blue eyes. He walked with a right limp after his leg caught a piece of shrapnel from an IED in Tikrit, during Iraqi Freedom that ended his career as a USMC Lieutenant. He had been working for Athena for the past 15 years and had been Destiny's boss for 5 years.

Mason went bright red and wrung his hands in embarrassment. “You clearly weren't overstating Ms Harrelson's skills, Mr Sweetwater. “So what improvements would we need to make to ensure we aren't caught out again. And most importantly: How much will it cost the company?” He eagerly asked.

Preston smiled. “You should be getting Artemis’ full assessment and quote in the next few days. But there are a few things our specialist could recommend right off the bat.” He turned to Destiny

She crossed her legs. “ If I were you, sir, then I would definitely invest in more biometric security measures. More CCTV cameras, maybe a fingerprint or even a facial scanner for the server room…” she said counting off her fingers. “...and further specialist training for all your security personnel is a given.”

Preston looked back at Mason. “Which Athena is ready to supply at an additional, but affordable, price.”

When Mason looked hesitant, he lent forward like a shark sensing blood. “ I assure you, Mr Mason, that Ms Harrelson knows her craft. Not only is one of the top security professionals in the country but like me she's a veteran, a decorated Corporal from the 101st Airborne who's been to hell and back. You can trust her word.”

Mason appeared humbled and respectfully bowed his head to both of them. “Then I thank you for your service.”

Destiny blushed slightly. “It's what I do best sir.” She replied, modestly. “By the way, could you see to it that Ms Carmen Rivas and Ms Britney Sullivan get a raise? I hope that it will go some way to make up for me attacking them and stealing their clothes.”

Mason looked a little perturbed by the thought of her attacking two of his employees. “W-what? Oh y-yes of course. I will see that they get compensated for their trouble.”

Preston rose from his seat. “Well, I think that concludes our meeting…” he than shook Mason’s hand “...I look forward to hearing from you, Mr Mason and our future business relationship. Good day.”

Destiny then followed suit before following Preston out of the office.

Apartment 232, Waterstone Heights Apartment Block, East 118th Street, East Harlem, NYC 13:45pm

“Desi! Little sis! How have you been?” Said Robert Harrelson over the phone as Destiny prepared herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Oh you know, Robbie? Living the dream. I’ve just got back from a job in Midtown, had a shower and now I’m munching on a PB and J.” She replied, taking a bite. Now dressed in her own clothes.

Robert laughed. “I wish I could say the same. I'm still on my break. You want to change jobs? Keeping the subway from falling apart is harder than it seems.”

Destiny laughed, taking a bite out of her sandwich and swallowing it. “Nah, I'm good but thanks for the offer, big brother.”

When Destiny had enlisted into the US Army, her older brother by four years had taken the relatively safer career path of civil engineer for the Manhattan Transit Authority.

She could hear the smile in his voice. “Well, it was worth a shot. So are we still on for dinner at my place tonight. 9 o'clock? Keisha and the kids are looking forward to seeing you and she's cooking her world famous Jamaican jerk chicken.”

Nodding, Destiny finished off her sandwich. “Wouldn't miss it, Robbie. I'll bring a six pack.”

From downstairs she heard a cluttering sound and a familiar female voice cursing.

“Alright Desi, see you tonight. Take care.”

Bading her brother farewell, Destiny secreted her phone into her pocket and left her apartment. She took the stairs down two at a time, until she saw Old Lady Jackson, her neighbour in apartment 234, in the ground floor lobby struggling with bags of groceries, and swearing loudly.

“Hey, Old Lady Jackson? Do you need help with that?” She asked, standing on the stairs.

Old Lady Jackson, a small, stout old black woman of 85 years turned to face her. She was a sweet old widow who had never said a bad word about anyone and was well known in their tower block.

“Oh no Destiny, I couldn't ask you to do that for me, child. It would be imposing on you”

Destiny smiled, taking up both bags of groceries in her arms. “It's no trouble, Mrs Jackson, really.” She started up the stairs with Jackson right behind her.

“Well, look at you girl. You are a credit to your parents. They must be very proud that you turned out decent.”

Destiny couldn't help but feel a little pride well in her chest. “I'm just doing what anyone else would've done, Mrs Jackson.”

Jackson smiled. “Well, my dear Zachariah, he would've liked you. On account that you are - or in his case were - a soldier. I miss him still, even after all these years.” The old woman stopped briefly, looking away wistfully.

Destiny knew that her husband, Zachariah had died during the Vietnam War and Jackson had never remarried since.

Continuing up the stairs, Destiny changed the subject. “So how have you been Mrs Jackson?”

Catching her breath on the first floor, Jackson sighed and shook her head. “That's nice of you to ask, child. I’m fine but not exactly a spring chicken anymore. But it's not myself, I'm worried about. If you ask anyone in this block, they’ll tell you that the neighbourhood is going down the drain.”

Destiny raised her eyebrows with interest. “Oh? What makes you say that?”

Jackson shrugged with weariness. “It's all the drug pushers moving in and getting kids hooked on their poison and terrorising the neighbourhood. I mean I know we've had our share of problems before, but these guys are a step above.”

Destiny stopped on the second floor landing to shift the weight of the bags. “So what makes these guys so special?”

“You know the convenience store on the corner of East 115th Street and Lexington Avenue?”

Destiny gasped as they reached the door of apartment 230. “You mean Mr Kim's store? I remember that place from when I was a little girl. He used to give all the neighbourhood kids free sweets.”

Jackson nodded gravely, looking each of her 85 years. “Mhmm. The assholes have taken it over as a base to peddle their ‘merchandise.’ Poor Mr Kim is now a prisoner in his own store.”

Destiny felt her temperature rising. “Has anyone gone to the police about this? Reported them?”

Jackson looked at her, brown eyes full of sadness. “The police? Oh child, the NYPD are just as useless as they were in my day.” There was an edge of bitterness to her voice that wasn't like her. “There ain't no justice for us black people. Besides, those drug pushing bastards scare good honest people into silence, threatening to burn them in their homes for talking.”

She sighed, opening her front door. “Anyway, having the fuzz around here would just make things worse. You know how heavy handed they can be in Harlem. Now if you ask me, what we need is some good old fashioned vigilante justice to teach them a lesson.”

Destiny handed her back her groceries. “It sounds like a horrible situation, Mrs Jackson. And I agree that something has to be done.”

Jackson smiled. “Well thanks for helping me with my shopping, Destiny, and for hearing out this tired old woman. You take care now, girl. They don't make them like you anymore.”

Saying farewell to Old Lady Jackson, Destiny clenched her fists with cold rage and gritted her teeth. She walked back into her apartment and fetched her bag full of duct tape and cable ties, throwing it over her shoulder.

“Selling drugs to kids, and terrorising my neighbourhood? Not on my watch…” She said to herself, putting up her hood and locking up her apartment.

Corner of East 115th Street and Lexington Avenue, East Harlem, 14:15pm

Across the road from Kim's convenience store, Destiny sat on a bench, hood up and pretending to play on her phone as she spied on the store's front.

The front entrance was flanked by two burly looking Hispanic hoods, heavily tattooed and packing TEC-9's, stuffed in the waistbands of their jeans. They were busy frisking junkies, skinny and desperate young men and women, then letting them into the store.

Destiny sighed. This confirms what Old Lady Jackson was saying. It looks like these punks use Kim's store as both a stash house and where their boss holds court. Now I could just walk in as a client and recon the place, but the guards will remember my face later. No, I need a more subtle approach…

Putting her phone into her front pocket, she crossed the main road towards the store but turned left and lent against an alley wall, close enough to eavesdrop on the two gangbangers.


“You know, Raul? I almost feel sorry for the junkie bitches that come in here.” Said the left hand hood, a tall well built man with a crucifix tattoo on his neck.

Raul, a muscled hood with his arms covered in gang tattoos, shrugged. “ Why? Is that because the boss likes the ladies, Ramon? Or that he likes to charge the bitches extra for the product? If you know what I mean.”

Ramon laughed. “Both. The guys like a fucking sexual tyrannosaurus. I mean what's his secret, hermano?

Raul shook his head. “Like the fuck he's gonna tell you, cabrón? Besides, he also likes his hoes too. Black ones in particular.”

Ramon whistled low. “Man, I've gotta get me a piece of that ass.

Having heard enough, Destiny had an idea. So the boss likes his hookers, does he? Well as it happens the street further down is lousy with them. I'll just find one and take her clothes, that's my ticket in She thought, rolling her shoulders and kicking herself off the wall.

East 115th Street, Near Park Ave, East Harlem 14:25pm

Strangely enough, Destiny found the area practically empty of street walkers especially for a Manhattan afternoon.

“Just my luck that there's not a prostitute around when I really need one…” she muttered to herself.

She was just about to give up and head further down the street when she glanced at the mouth of an alley between a townhouse and a closed vape shop.

There stood a young attractive prostitute wearing a blue denim jacket, matching miniskirt, red boob tube top that showed off her ample B-cup breasts and slim pierced navel, and high heels. She was of mixed race; black and caucasian with silky caramel coloured skin, heart shaped features, slightly prominent cheekbones and big brown eyes. Head covered by a small black afro and ears pierced with large hooped earrings. A small red leather purse was slung over her shoulder. Destiny put her age around late twenties.

“Well, well. The outfit is frightful but shows off plenty, just what I need.” She smiled, crossing the street.

As she approached the hooker, the woman flashed Destiny a suggestive look and a wink.

“Heya, honey. Are you looking for something more gentle than a man can give you?” She flirted.

Destiny smiled back. “I actually prefer the softer touch of other women, babe. What's your name?”

The girl grinned widely, like a cat sizing up its next meal. “This is why I prefer girls, they always want to know the name of who they are going to be fucking. Call me Crystal, honey. So what are you looking for?” She said gently caressing Destiny's cheek.

“How much for ten minutes of your time, babe?” Destiny asked, stroking Crystal's forearm eliciting a purr from the hooker.

“I give a 25% discount to girls, FYI. So 50 bucks gets you a snog and mild petting. But 75 and you can kiss and finger me, maybe get to second base.”

Destiny pulled out a crisp 100 bucks. “What does this get me?”

Crystal quickly snatched it from her hand. “That will get you to third base, honey. Follow me for a real fun time.” She cooed coequettishly, flicking her head to the alley behind her.

Once they had reached deeper into the alley next to a dumpster. Destiny passionately kissed Crystal on her lips, pinning her to the wall. The prostitute, unaware of what was about to happen next, returned the kiss with lust, and wrapped her arms around Destiny's back.

Destiny worked her hands down the girl's waist, and tweaked her abdominal nerve. Crystal let out a gasp of betrayal and panicked when she couldn't move her limbs.

“W-what have you done to me?” She breathed, unable to move or scream.

Destiny caressed her face. “Sorry sweet Crystal, it's nothing personal. I tweaked your abdominal nerve, so you'll be paralysed for about another minute. So that means I have to act fast. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy this.”

Putting a hand around Crystal’s mouth, she gripped the girl's slender neck and with her finger and thumb pinching both sides, compressing the vagus nerve.

Crystal let out a muffled high pitched cry of arousal and bucked before she slumped against the wall, big brown eyes fluttering closed.

Feeling a pang of arousal herself, Destiny guided the unconscious girl down the wall causing her miniskirt to ride up, exposing a fluorescent red g-string thong covering her sex.

She began to strip off her clothes. “Sorry, Crystal. In another life I would have loved to spend more time with you. But I’m still getting over a bad break up.”


10 Minutes Later

Destiny shucked on Crystal’s denim jacket, finding it a decent fit but the boob tube top, complete with her bra was squeezing her boobs. She had even stolen the hooker's earrings.

But she flat out hated the girl's high heels.

At her feet lay the unconscious bound Crystal, wrists and ankles cable tied, mouth sealed with tape and completely naked save for the red g-string that left little to the imagination. Her silky caramel skin and small but perky breasts, with puffy dark brown areolas making Destiny's nipples perk up.

She scooped up the half naked bound girl into a fireman's carry and opened the dumpster, putting her inside. “Thanks, for your help Crystal. Know that this is for a good cause.” She said to her before placing her clothes inside the dumpster before closing it.

Picking up Crystal’s bag she searched it to find a few dollars. She then put her ties and tape inside and looped the bag over her shoulder.

Rounding her shoulders, she gently trotted out of the alley and down the street. “God damn it! I hate heels!” She grumbled.

Outside Kim's General Store, Corner of East 115th and Lexington Avenue, 14:45pm

Smiling, Destiny trotted over to Ramon who was too busy staring at her boobs. “Hey baby. Are you looking for a good time with some brown sugar?” She said suggestively cupping her breasts and feeling dirty all at once.

Ramon looked her up and down, grinning. “Well, it must be my lucky day. What can I do for you, chica?”

Next to him, Raul narrowed his eyes. “Not so fast, cabrón? I believe the chica was talking to me.”

Destiny giggled. “Well.both of you look like really big strong boys, with large cojones.” She said, falsely batting her eyelids and lighting the fuse.

Ramon cocked his head. “Cajones? This cabrón doesn't have any and his pecker's the size of a little rat. You want a real man, chica? Look no further.” He raised his voice and spread his arms.

Raul got into his face. “A real man? This hijo de puta wouldn't know what to do with a woman, since he still lives with his madre.”

“You insult my madre?” Fuck you, pendejo!” Ramon sneered, headbutting the smaller Raul and knocking him back.

Clutching his head, Raul let out a bark of rage, punching Ramon in the face. As the two began fighting, Destiny took a step back, playing the distressed woman. “Somebody help me! They’re going to kill each other!” She said with false panic.

Suddenly, the little bell above the shop's door rang announcing the appearance of a tall hispanic male, his whole body was covered with tattoos. Even his bald head was covered by a massive spider tattoo.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” He roared seeing Raul on top of Ramon punching him repeatedly. The two hoods did double takes and immediately jumped off each other.

“El jefe! We were just -” Raul began before being silenced with a hiss and bared finger from his boss.

Ramon's mouth flopped open as if he was going to say something but thought better of it.

“Were the two of you useless pendejos fighting again? Huh?”

The two hoods shrank under their bosses gaze and only nodded.

He then caught sight of Destiny, who flashed him a wink and blew him a kiss.

“Fighting over this exquisite chica?” Destiny could feel his eyes all over her.

The two hoods glanced at each other before answering “Yes, jefe.”

The boss rolled his eyes and slapped both of their heads.

“Why don't you two useless cabrónes cool off here while I see to our lovely guest. And while you two are about that, perhaps think about what is meant by the term possession being nine-tenths of the law.”

The gangbangers rubbed the back of their heads and stepped aside grumbling.

Destiny stepped up to him. “Thanks for pulling them off each other, you're my hero!”

The boss smiled. “Don't mention and please call me Enrique. Don't let these pendejos drive you away, chica. I would be happy to keep you company. Do you want to come inside and…step into my office?”

And he fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. Destiny thought as she nodded eagerly. “I would like that. Perhaps I can…reward you for your chivalry.”

Enrique laughed, taking her by the hand and leading her inside the store

Kim's General Store, 14:56pm


As Enrique led her through the store, Destiny caught sight of old Mr Kim behind the counter. She gave him a wave and he returned a relieved but quizzical look.

When they reached the door to the back office, Enrique opened the door for her like a perfect gentleman. “Ladies first.”

Destiny flashed him a wink. “Why thank you, handsome.” Walking through the door, she found a small back office with a single desk and chair, and on almost every surface was stacked bricks of heroin and crack cocaine or thick wads of dollar bills.

Enrique closed the door behind them. “ Go on, make yourself at -Ugh!?” Destiny kneed him in the groin bringing him to his knees and before he could react, she got him in a rear naked choke, her hand around the back of his head, and the other cupping his chin.

“W-what the fuck? Are you a fucking pig, huh? ¡Tú negra perra!”

“More like a concerned citizen. Now shut the fuck up, pendejo. I'm going to talk and you're going to listen.” She snarled, squeezing his face.

Enrique tried to shake his head. “Do you even know who you're messing with, perra?”

Destiny pressed his head forward making him squeal in pain.

“I served in Afghanistan for three tours and I know your type. You don't scare me, little man. But you know what the Army taught me?”

Enrique shook his head frantically. “W-What did they teach you?” He asked, his confidence a poor mask for his fear.

Destiny smiled. “They taught me how to snap a man's neck with just one twist. Believe me, I could kill you right here, right now and all it would take is one little twist. And I wouldn't feel bad about it.” She twisted his head ever so slightly to the right to emphasise her point.

“Ow! That hurts, tu perra loca.” He whimpered.

Destiny grinned widely. “Now just looking at you, Enrique, I can tell that you're a man who puts self preservation over profit anyday. So I have a proposition for you. You promise to take your crew, leave East Harlem for good and pay Mr Kim for his trouble. If I see you around here pushing your shit or even if I catch you with your hand in the cookie jar, you're a dead man. What do you say?”


Enrique nodded his head frantically. “ Alright, alright. We have a deal. But there's something you should know, chica. I'm just a middle man here, a small fish. You throw me back, another will just take my place. But I can tell you how to nail the big fish. Interested?”

Destiny thought for a moment then nodded. “I'm interested, but make it snappy and if you try anything, I will break your neck.”

Enrique sighed. “Right. Look, I just work supply and distribution. I'm not elgrande jefe. Besides, the pendejo is about to have me replaced.,”

“Have you got a name, Enrique? Or are you just gonna talk my ear off?” Destiny asked impatiently.

“Harvey Proctor. He's some big shot white defense attorney from New Jersey, who made a name for himself defending heavy hitters in the supreme court. Now, Proctor has real close ties with the Saladino family and is a smooth talker. Hell, he got the don’s nephew, Giovanni, off a murder charge.”

Destiny pushed his head forward. “Are you going to tell me what he has to do with your operation? Or are you going to carry on with his life story? I don't have all day.”

“Ow! Did anyone ever tell you're one impatient bitch! Anyway, Proctor got greedy and decided that he wanted a slice of the cake so now, he pushes drugs for Giovanni and has built an impressive operation. But if Proctor is taken out the whole operation falls apart. He's the big fish, he's the one you want.

Destiny laughed. “Was that so hard? One more thing; You don't happen to know where I can find Mr Proctor at this time of day?”

Enrique nodded. “Yeah sure. You can find the prick at the Edgewood Country Club, about an hour north from Manhattan in New Jersey near the town of River Vale. It's a rich white folks joint Proctor is Club President of. He always meets his clients and homies there.”

“Thank you, Enrique. You've been very helpful.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever. Just don't tell him that I was the one who ratted him out. Now are you going to let me go? We have a deal.”

Destiny smiled. “Sure, but first you're going to take a little nap.” Before he could react, Destiny pressed his head forward and squeezed the blood vessels in his neck. Enrique choked and squirmed as she applied the chokehold, cutting off the blood supply in his neck. Then letting out a low sigh, he slumped unconscious in her arms.

Laying the man's body on the floor, she tapped his cheek and searched his pockets finding a set of car keys. Getting to her feet, Destiny stopped to pick up a brick of heroin, putting it into Crystal’s handbag before leaving the room.

“Oh Destiny, thank God you're alright.” Mr Kim said with concern. “I'm not going to ask why you're here or dressed like that but thank you. Should I call the police?”

Destiny shook her head. “That won't be necessary Mr Kim, I made an ‘arrangement’ with Enrique back there. He and his thugs will compensate you and get the hell out of East Harlem.

He shrugged. “That's excellent news; But what should I do about the drugs and money?”

“Donate the money anonymously into St Mary's orphanage and burn the drugs. Sorry, Mr Kim but I've gotta go, take care.”

After saying a quick farewell, Destiny left the store where Raul and Ramon still stood guard. They looked up.

“Your boss didn't have much stamina, he couldn't keep up with me.” She laughed disappearing down the street.

Pressing the fob on Enrique's car, Destiny was answered by a “wab wab,” from a silver Infinity convertible in front of her.

“Figures. That car just screams drug dealer.” She said, hopping into the driver's seat and switching on the engine.

Pulling out she took Lexington Avenue North, following signs for the Hudson River Bridge.

The Edgewood Country Club, New Jersey, 15: 50pm

Destiny had parked Enrique's car on the hard shoulder on Riverdale Road after taking a quick look at the front entrance. It was a large site with a respectable golf course. The front entrance was guarded and busy with rich patrons going to and fro. She knew that there was no way they would let a Manhattan hooker inside, so first she needed a new disguise.

Standing at a wrought iron fence that didn't look above four feet, Destiny kicked off Crystal’s heels with relief before she began climbing the fence.

Hopping over, she landed in a green area with plenty of bushes in what she surmised was a corner of the golf course. Taking cover in the bushes to hide her garish clothes, Destiny scanned the area.

The golf course was busy, too busy for her to simply sneak up to the country house in broad daylight. There were a number of female golf caddies in uniform chasing after rich people's golf balls. She shifted her feet and felt an object brush against her heel. Destiny looked down to find a golf ball.

She smiled. Just my luck, somebody's going to come looking for that. And hopefully it's a woman .

Sure enough not five minutes later, a young female caddy came wandering towards her hiding place, speaking on her phone.

The girl was a pretty little brunette, slim, petite and compact; with smooth pale diamond shaped features, slender cheekbones and bright big blue eyes. Her long dark brown hair was looped through her white baseball cap in a ponytail tied by a blue scrunchie, the letters “EWCC” were stylishly embroidered at the centre of the cap. Destiny put her age at nineteen.

Her uniform, which was a little small for Destiny, consisted of a light blue short sleeve polo shirt that hugged the caddy’s tight body, and emphasised her cute B-cup breasts. On the left breast was the club logo and the opposite side was a nameplate that read “Peyton.” Peyton’s hips were caressed by a pair of tight white shorts that came to her knees, with matching ankle socks and blue and white Nike laced sneakers. Over her shoulder, she carried a small black duffel bag which Destiny presumed she kept golf balls.


Destiny smiled. The polo shirt looks a little small but I can make it work and the waistband of those shorts looks stretchable. Either way, she'll do nicely. That's it, come closer, sweetie…” She thought as the girl drew near, talking on her phone.

“Look, Steve, I don't get off until around half seven tonight. You know how much these rich assholes love their golf…”

Destiny coiled like a snake waiting for its prey, she could smell Peyton’s cheap lavender perfume.

“Yeah, alright. Pick me up around nine o'clock tonight, just down the road from my house. And don't knock on the door, I'll sneak out my room. I don't want my parents to know I'm breaking curfew. Okay, see you later. Love you, bye.”

Hanging up her phone, Peyton slipped it into her shorts pocket and approached Destiny's bush.

“Alright, you little fucker? Where did you get to?” The young caddy said crouching by the bush and looking around when she came face to face with Destiny holding the golf ball.

Peyton gasped in shock.

Destiny winked at the girl. “Hi, were you looking for this?” She asked before grabbing the caddy by the scruff of her neck and pulling her into the bush.

The girl let out a surprised squeak as Destiny pulled her onto her back and embraced her. She coiled her arm around the girl's slender neck and locked her legs around Peyton’s hips to pin her legs in place.

“Shh! Don't fight it sweetie. That's it, nice and easy.” She hissed into Peyton’s ear, as she applied pressure to her neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain.

The caddy tried to scream but instead let out a gentle sigh. “Uhhh…” She groaned, big blue eyes fluttering shut as her limps went slack, slumping unconscious on top of Destiny.

Taking a deep breath from the exhilaration, Destiny rolled the sleeping brunette's weight off of her.

“I'm sorry, Peyton but no date night for you…” She quipped, pulling off the girl's baseball cap “… at least not tonight. Besides, a girl like you is wasted on a man.”

Chuckling, she stripped out of the clothes she had stolen from Crystal before unlacing Peyton’s sneakers pulling them off along with her socks.

5 Minutes Later

“Well, the shirt's a little tight but at least the sneakers fit…” said Destiny as set the caddy's baseball cap on her head.

“Sorry, for inconveniencing you like this Peyton…” She looked back to the unconscious scantily clad girl bound with cable ties and silenced with duct tape. The caddy was curled up at her feet, and was only dressed in a short white vest and blue and white striped bikini cut panties. Peyton’s trim tummy with a navel piercing was exposed, and the cool spring air caused the nipples of her cute little breasts to peak under her vest.

Feeling aroused at the sight of Peyton’s half naked form, Destiny emptied the caddy’s duffel bag of golf balls transferring over her remaining cable ties, roll of duct tape, brick of heroin and her smart phone before zipping it up and looping it over her shoulders.

“Thanks for the outfit, kid. See you around.” She quipped, leaving Peyton’s stirring form concealed in the bushes.

16:01pm

Dressed in Peyton’s uniform, Destiny walked through the golf course towards the large clubhouse which was fashioned off an old English country house. To the golfers teeing off, she was just another caddy returning to the clubhouse to meet her golfer, and the other caddies a fellow employee.

With her disguise, she was able to blend in and enter the clubhouse without anyone asking her what was in the bag, nor even looking at the nametag on her stolen uniform.

The Edgewood Country Club House, 16:16pm

Destiny entered through the open double glass doors that lead into a bar, where two rich golfers enjoying a three martini dinner.

Ignoring them, she headed through the bar and out through another set of double doors out onto a well furnished corridor, lined with wooden walls, chandeliers and landscapes of country scenes.

Destiny scanned the walls, looking for a floor plan and after ten minutes she found the clubhouse's directory on a wall opposite from a staircase.

“Right. Club President's office? Where could you be?” She said pouring over the floor plans. “A-ha! There you are! The second floor.” She snapped her fingers in triumph and memorised the route.

“I hope you're not looking to get into the Club President's office?” Asked an enquiring female voice that made Destiny spin around.

It belonged to a young blonde caddy, who was a little older than Peyton. Her nametag read ‘Jennifer’.

"I am actually. I have a message for him from one of the guests.” Destiny lied, keeping her face straight.

Jennifer shook her head and put her hands on her hips. “I'm sorry…Peyton,” She said, reading Destiny's stolen name. “But the president banned any caddies from going anywhere near the second floor and his office. So you'll have to leave that message at the front desk.”

Destiny frowned. “Why did he ban us from the second floor? Did someone take a piss in his coffee or something?”

Jennifer laughed and relaxed her shoulders. “You must be new around here, huh?”

Destiny nodded, gesturing to her to continue.

“Well, a caddy tried to break into his office to steal his hooch. So Mr Proctor had him fired and banned the rest of us from accessing the top floor.”

Destiny leaned against the wall. “That's a little drastic isn't it? I mean what about the maids? The place has to be cleaned, right?” She asked innocently, pumping Jennifer for information.

“Oh he still lets the maids up there, all right. I find it ironic that they aren't banned but are always stealing stuff. They just do a better job at not getting caught.”

Destiny smiled. “Thanks for the heads up Jennifer. See you around.”

Jennifer flashed her a wink and touched Destiny's arm. ‘Don't mention it. Have a good shift and see you around.” She said before disappearing down the corridor and into the bar.

Taking a quick look up and down the corridor to check that the coast was clear, Destiny walked across to the stairs and took the stairs up two at a time.

Country Club 2nd Floor, 16:30pm


She crept silently around the corridors of the richly appointed second floor. Her first priority was to acquire a maids uniform. With one she could search the second floor with impunity.

Rounding a corner, Destiny ducked back round quickly as she noticed a young African American maid busying herself dusting the paintings. Luckily, the girl hadn't noticed her.

Peeking around the corner, Destiny got a good look at the woman. She was attractive; with squared features, ebony skin, high cheekbones and hazel eyes. Her jet black hair tied into a corn row bun. Destiny put her age as 26 or 27.

The maid had a slim figure, hugged by a traditional light blue maids dress complete with frilly white lace apron and matching cap, and black pumps. Embroidered in gold on the apron were the initials EWCC. On her right breast was a nametag but Destiny couldn't make out her name. She smiled. She'll do just nicely…


Inching out around the corner, Destiny crouched and crept up on the maid willing her not to turn around. The woman then stopped dusting and tilted her head slightly to the left, exposing her right hand side.

That was all the invitation Destiny needed.

She pounced quickly, clamping her left hand around the woman's mouth to muffle her cry of surprise and gripping her throat with the other.

The feather duster dropped from her hand in shock.

With her finger and thumb, Destiny pinched the woman's vagus nerve. The maid let out a muffled aroused squeak before slumping unconscious in Destiny's grip.

“I’m really sorry about this…Joy.” She said reading the maids nametag. Putting her hands underneath Joy’s shoulders, she dragged her into a nearby empty bedroom.

Laying the sleeping woman on the bed on her belly, Destiny stripped out of Peyton’s uniform and folded it underneath.

She then unlaced the maid's apron, pulling it off her slim waist, before rolling her onto her back and unbuttoning the uniform dress. Taking the garment from the shoulders, Destiny peeled it down Joy's slim body, revealing a white lace bra covering buoyant C-cup breasts and matching white lace shorts.

Removing Joy's shoes, Destiny stopped to admire the maid's attractive figure emphasised by the white underwear on black skin.

After she got dressed in the maid's uniform, Destiny secured her hands and wrists with cable ties and gagged her with tape before picking her up under her shoulders, and stashing her under the bed along with Peyton’s duffle bag.

She put her two remaining cable ties, duct tape, phone and heroin brick inside the maids apron.

Walking back out to the corridor, Destiny picked up the feather duster and then made her way to the Club President's office.

The Club President's Office 16:42pm

After five minutes, Destiny had located Proctor's office, if the two large wooden doors, with his name on a brass plaque, at the end of the hall were anything to go by.


As she approached, the doors opened to reveal a harried looking bespectacled man with balding brown hair, stone grey eyes and an expensive suit. Destiny took this to be Harvey Proctor, he was younger than she expected and was busy talking on his smartphone. She busied herself with dusting a fake ming vase to look the part of an innocent maid.

“… Don't say anything to the cops, Vito. Just plead the 5th and stall until I get there…”

She heard him say to a client as she shot past her and around the corner without a second glance.

Smiling, Destiny looked around to check that the coast was clear before entering Proctor's office. She entered to find a well appointed room with a grand wooden desk with a closed laptop, behind which was large window that afforded a generous view of the golf course.

And beside a minibar to the right of the window was an open safe.

Destiny chuckled without humour. “Huh? He's either got to be in a hurry, overconfident, or a little of both…” She crouched down and took a look inside. “Let's see what we have here.”

She found over $500,000 in variable bonds just lying in the open, giving Destiny a sudden brainwave. Well this place is probably insured to the hill, and I have evaded security. Besides, once the police are combing over this place, they'll find the stripped women. Stealing these bonds will indicate theft as the motive. Anyhow, I'm sure this will be better off in the orphanage's hands. Shrugging, she took the variable bonds folding them into the maids apron and swapped them with the block of heroin.

She wiped her prints off the drugs and left the safe door how she found it.

“Let's see you wriggle your way out of this one, councilor.” Destiny quipped on the way out.

Country Club Ground Floor 17:01pm

“Hey! Watch where you're going? You stupid bitch!” Exclaimed a woman’s voice as Destiny had bumped straight into her in her haste on the first floor landing.”

She irritably turned to face the voices owner. It was a pretty, slim rich blonde woman with a tanned haughty demeanour and squared features, high cheekbones and blue eyes covered with expensive mirrored shades. A red sun visor was perched over her head over her loose strawberry blonde curls. Destiny put her age at around 32.

She pointed her finger viciously at Destiny.“Ugh! First my useless Gen Z caddy runs off and now you rush in to me and crease my outfit which is worth more than you make in year, bitch!” She narrowed her eyes. “Well don't stand there slack jawed?! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't get your ass fired!”

Destiny sized her up. She was wearing a white tank top that showed off her ample cleavage, matching pleated skirt with a red sweater tied around her slim waist and red Adidas sneakers with pink ankle socks. She was also garishly adorned with a gold necklace, ear studs, bangles and a fit bit watch on her left wrist. A red leather Gucci handbag was looped over her right shoulder.

It was the type of outfit opinionated rich white girls like the blonde wore to pretend to play golf but actually wanted to pull guys with. And she's just my size, lucky me that she came by.

The blonde grew impatient. “Why are you looking at me like that? I demand you answer me, bitch!” She said, impetuously stamping her foot like a spoilt girl.

Destiny smirked. “Cute outfit. Red's just happens to be my colour…”

The blonde blinked in surprise and reared back. “W-what? Get away from m-ugh!?!” She cried as Destiny punched her in the gut making her double over in pain before finishing her off with a well placed swift neck chop to the brain stem.

The blonde let out a soft grunt as Destiny caught her unconscious body before it hit the ground. “...And it will look better on me.” She muttered, taking off the woman's shades and putting them on. She glanced over to a cupboard under the stairs. Laying the blonde over her shoulder, Destiny walked over to the cupboard and climbed inside.

Five Minutes Later


“Like I said, this looks better on me, babe.” Destiny said, smiling into the mirror as she set the sun visor on her head and admiring herself in the rich blonde's clothes.

The outfits original owner, whose name was Kelly Delaney according to her drivers licence, was hidden at the back of the cupboard, unconscious, cabled tied, and gagged with duct tape wearing only a pink cross back sports bra and matching thong.

Destiny had even taken her jewellery, reasoning that they would look better dropped into the orphanage’s collection box and in the short term sell the disguise.

“Well, I’ve gotta run Kelly. Thanks for the outfit...” she said glancing back to Kelly’s scantily clad form “...and may this be a lesson to you: treat others as you would want to be treated.”

Closing the door and looping Kelly's handbag over her shoulder, Chloe walked through the bar looking every bit the spoiled New Jersey blueblood.

Reaching the carpark and getting behind the wheel of Kelly's Lexus convertible, Destiny took out her phone and called 911.

“911 operator. How can I help you, ma'am?” Came the voice of the female dispatcher.

“Yeah, I need the police please. I want to report a break in and robbery at the Edgewood Country Club on Rivervale Road, New Jersey.”

“Alright ma'am, Police are on the way. Are the suspects still on site?”

Destiny lied, shaking her head. “No, they are long gone by now but they cleaned out the Club President's office.”

“Thank you, ma’am. Can I please have your name?”

“My name? Let's just say this is an anonymous tip.” She then hung up the phone, switched on the Lexus’ ignition and drove out onto Riverdale Road, heading south back towards Manhattan.

200 West 124th Street, Harlem, 20:50pm

“Desi! How are you doing little sister?” Cried Robert Harrelson as he pulled Destiny into a crushing hug. He was tall broad shoulded and bald with the same deep brown Harrelson eyes and a black goatee beard. “And cute outfit. When you get it?” he said looking at Kelly's outfit, minus the garish jewellery.

“I just got it this afternoon. Do you like it?”

Robert smiled. “Red always was your colour, sis. So, did you bring beer?”

She laughed, holding up a six bottle pack of Budweiser. “Was there any doubt?”

“Sweet, now come on in and tell us about your day. It can't be anymore boring than mine.” He winked standing aside to let her in.

As she walked in, Destiny smiled. How little you know, little brother.

[meditions142]

Very fun new character you have introduced! Looking forward to more chapters.

I particularly liked the opening scene with the infiltration of the Mason and Lowe office. Fun concept that is was basically a test but yet Destiny still ended up knocking two women unconscious and stealing the clothes.

Loved the scene with Carmen. Perfect Vagus Nerve pinch attack. Love her comment “Time for you to take a nap, Carmen.” And loved the discussion of the pinch "Her female instructor had told her that it's the best way to take out a woman, exploiting that weak spot unique to the gender to essentially ‘switch off’ a female target without long-term injury."

The take out of Britany was absolutely great. Perfect scene of a pretty young woman doing her job and not noticing the intruder sneaking up on her.

And love the description "Treading softly on the carpet, Destiny creeped up on the unsuspecting IT girl, her hand raised high and straight like a blade. She aimed for the small bundle of nerves at the nape of the woman's neck, the brain stem. As soon as she was standing over the IT girl, Destiny swiftly chopped her neck. “Argh!” The cute blonde squeaked with pain as she folded like paper, slumping over her desk unconscious." And then love the comment “You look like you could do with a break, sweetie.”

And the scene is so cool. Love the idea over Britany slumped over her desk and then sitting the unconscious woman up in her chair to take her pass and then stripping her.

I also loved this description "“There you go babe…” she said tapping the unconscious girl on her cheek “...now lets tuck you in.” Putting her hands under the blonde's shoulders, Destiny dragged her over to a nearby cabinet and tucked the scantily clad girl in with her head laying on her knees."

Again, a very interesting idea that the two woman were knocked unconscious and stripped for basically a test.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Very fun new character you have introduced! Looking forward to more chapters.

I particularly liked the opening scene with the infiltration of the Mason and Lowe office. Fun concept that is was basically a test but yet Destiny still ended up knocking two women unconscious and stealing the clothes.

Loved the scene with Carmen. Perfect Vagus Nerve pinch attack. Love her comment “Time for you to take a nap, Carmen.” And loved the discussion of the pinch "Her female instructor had told her that it's the best way to take out a woman, exploiting that weak spot unique to the gender to essentially ‘switch off’ a female target without long-term injury."

The take out of Britany was absolutely great. Perfect scene of a pretty young woman doing her job and not noticing the intruder sneaking up on her.

And love the description "Treading softly on the carpet, Destiny creeped up on the unsuspecting IT girl, her hand raised high and straight like a blade. She aimed for the small bundle of nerves at the nape of the woman's neck, the brain stem. As soon as she was standing over the IT girl, Destiny swiftly chopped her neck. “Argh!” The cute blonde squeaked with pain as she folded like paper, slumping over her desk unconscious." And then love the comment “You look like you could do with a break, sweetie.”

And the scene is so cool. Love the idea over Britany slumped over her desk and then sitting the unconscious woman up in her chair to take her pass and then stripping her.

I also loved this description "“There you go babe…” she said tapping the unconscious girl on her cheek “...now lets tuck you in.” Putting her hands under the blonde's shoulders, Destiny dragged her over to a nearby cabinet and tucked the scantily clad girl in with her head laying on her knees."

Again, a very interesting idea that the two woman were knocked unconscious and stripped for basically a test.

Hi Meditions

I'm glad you liked Destiny! I can confirm there will be 5 more chapters of this series run.

By day Destiny worked for Athena International which is a Private Military and Security company working out of the Manhattan area. They run security audits for the creme of the New York elite. But by night, she's a vigilante cleaning up her neighbourhood. This aspect of her character was based off a British TV show ( and later movie series starring the great Denzel Washington) from the sixties called The Equaliser.

With the first two takeouts of the story, Carmen and Britany, I wanted to showcase that Destiny has many arrows to her bow; combining US military training with elite mercenary training. And they represented my first two favourite types of victim, Carmen being distracted by a coin while vaping and Britany by her work.

In fact my favourite scene to write was Peyton’s takeout, which demonstrated my third favourite kind of victim; the one distracted by her phone and lack of attention span that results.

Either way, thanks very much for reading and enjoying Destiny's first adventure. Rest assured that there's more to come, and there might even be a cute nurse in medical scrubs futher down the line.

[elea2707]

very nice.
congrats

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thank you, that's much appreciated.

[meditions142]

By day Destiny worked for Athena International which is a Private Military and Security company working out of the Manhattan area. They run security audits for the creme of the New York elite.

As I noted in my prior post, what I found so fun about Destiny is that she is basically working for the company that hired Athena International. However, she is no nonsense and has no problems knocking out employees of the company she has been hired by.

[Stormtrooper1990]

By day Destiny worked for Athena International which is a Private Military and Security company working out of the Manhattan area. They run security audits for the creme of the New York elite.

As I noted in my prior post, what I found so fun about Destiny is that she is basically working for the company that hired Athena International. However, she is no nonsense and has no problems knocking out employees of the company she has been hired by.

Indeed, the company that hired Athena would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement to give Destiny a carte blanche but any medical fees for the treatment of the unfortunate ladies would be paid for by Athena International. In turn the women themselves would also have to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Wouldn't want Destiny or Athena to br prosecuted after all.