An Unexpected Development.:- A 94 story
Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2023 11:43 pm
After the framing of the SI in the assassination of Aleksandr Nylström, Darkwatch believes that they have the SI in their knees. They have dispatched 94 and her handler Fairchild, to Chongqing China. Here 94, must infiltrate a hidden SI facility to access the SI mainframe and release a computer virus, that will cripple the SI worldwide. However, unbeknownst to 94 and Fairchild, a new enemy is waiting to reveal itself. No without any further ado...
94, dressed in a black trenchcoat, under which she wore a simple blouse and skirt with high heels, stood on the street corner opposite the "Happy Crane" restaurant, it's neon sign burning into her retinas. She heard the now pleasing crackle in her ear. It could only be her handler, Calista Fairchild. " Welcome 94, to Chongqing, a seemly non-descript street in a quiet part of China. But not everything is as it seems, under that restaurant is the SI's intelligence database, your target for tonight. Your assignment is to infiltrate the facility and release the computer virus we provided, into their mainframe. This will bring the SI to its knees and force them to the bargaining table. However, the mainframe itself can only be accessed with two key cards. They are kept by two targets, one is the head of this facility, Frank Darabont, he can be found in the Level 2 admin area. The second is carried by Chief Engineer George McAdams, he can be found in Level 3" 94 nodded " Sounds straightforward." Fairchild's reply was one of mocked outrage" Oh, 94, will you let me finish. There are free levels of security, level 1 is reserved for the cover staff in the fake restaurant across from you, that should get you through but you will have to get through a checkpoint first. Level 2 is reserved for analysts, they have access to the administration wing and your first target. Level 3 is reserved for engineer's and elite SI troopers." 94 creaked her neck. " So this place is like an onion, with many layers." Fairchild laughed, a sound that warmed 94's heart " More like a overpriced, high tech onion but yeah, essentially." There was a brief awkward push before 94 broke the silence. " Calista, what would you say to dinner after this. Say a Chinese,to celebrate our victory against the SI?" Fairchild stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. " Y-yes, I would like that, you are buying right?" 94 smiled, she thought for minute Fairchild wouldn't accept. " Yes, it's on me, promise. Now let's got on mission." Fairchild regained her composure " Right, well good luck 94. I will be here right behind you, and... come back safe." 94 took her hand from her ear and crossed the street.
94, entered the restaurant and immediately sat down her eyes carefully scanning for a suitable female. It was curious, that while some of the waitresses were Chinese, the cook's in the kitchen, beyond were Caucasian. Undoubtedly, they were undercover SI. A Chinese waitress, sidlied up to her notepad at the ready. " Hey, you order now, yes?" She said in broken English. " I will take a spring water. Please, I'am not really hungry." The waitress looked surprised " Water, nothing else, no noodles?" 94 shook her head. " Just water, please." The waitress nodded, wrote a note on her pad and left. As 94 sat back, she heard one of the female "cooks". " I just going out back to for a smoke." She was a young woman, with soft blue eyes and a rounded pretty face. She was wearing a white short sleeved buttoned shirt, chessboard patterned trousers with white sneakers and white gloves. A black bandana, covered her head but 94 could see a few flicks of brown hair sprout from under her headgear. She left through the staff door at the back, 94 got up to follow her, leaving the waitress a tip, exiting through the front door. " Hey, you no want your water? She heard the waitress say as she left.
94, edged her way around the back, to the loading dock. She hopped the wall, to see the the "cook" lighting up a cigarette, leaning against an empty crate. She readied her needle, and swiftly crept up behind the girl, putting her left hand over her mouth and stabbing her in the side of her neck, pulling her over the side of the crate. She died instantly, without a sound. 94 put her needle in the dead woman's trouser pocket, and stripped completely naked, dumping her clothes in the crate. Kneeling beside the dead girl, 94 began to strip her. She started by removing her bandana, which revealed a brown pixie cut. 94 tied over her own head, knotting it at the back. She unbuttoned the dead woman's shirt, pulled the corpse into a seated position and slipped it from her shoulders, letting the corpse flop back to the ground. There was a pass, dangling from her neck with the legend Level 1, 94 looped it over the false cooks head and then over her own head. A plain white camisole, with lace frilled lining covered her well developed and buoyant c-cup breasts, 94 flicked the dead girl's arms up and tugged the camisole over her head. She pul!ed it over her head and over her naked breast, this revealed a pair of round, well formed breasts with rose petal red areolas. Next, she unlaced the sneakers and removed them from the dead girl's feet, also taking the white socks she wore as well. 94 then unzipped the dead girl's trousers, working them around her shapely hips and pulling them loose of her legs. The woman's modestly protected by matching bikini cut shorts, 94 pulled them off and slipped them between her legs. The girl, had small but well formed vagina, crowned by a small tuft of brown hair. 94 was impressed by the slim athletic corpse, it seemed the SI looked after it's agents. After she finished getting dressed in the rest of the dead girl's clothes, 94 scooped up the naked corpse and dropped it into the crate, along with her smokes and lighter. She entered the kitchen, keeping her head down. According to the intel provided by Fairchild, there was a button concealed as the SI sigil. 94 found it next to the shelving unit and pressed. The shelving unit swung out, revealing a hidden lift with a card reader. Entering the lift, 94 took out ther stolen pass and swiped it, giving her a green light. She pressed a buttoned marked 1 and the lift descended. She was in.
When the doors opened, she came out to a security checkpoint. It was manned by two armed guards, both masked and covered head to toe in black tactical gear, with the SI insignia on the right shoulder. They both were equipped with Glock 17 sidearms and CTAR-21 assault rifle. " Finally got tired on playing the cook, huh?" It was the guard on the left, who spoke with a female voice beyond her face mask. 94 smiled, rubbing a hand behind her neck. "There is only so much noodles you can look at before you it drives you crazy." The two guards laughed " Alright, hold out your hands and your pass, let me scan you." 94 complied as she held her arms and was scanned, after a few minutes the guard seemed satisfied. " Yep, your free to go. Go grab a shower, a change of clothes perhaps." 94 suppressed an ironic chuckle " You bet, thanks." The guards let her through, to a two storey large room with the SI insignia to front of her, it reminded 94 of the vastness of some cathedrals. It was littered with sofas, chairs arranged in what looked like a social space and foyer to other areas of the facility. She saw a door off to her right, with " Administration- Level 2 above it." As she sat down, 94 scanned the room for an analyst with level two clearance. Sure enough, walking towards the ladies she found a young female analyst with a pass clipped to her jacket pocket. She was a pretty redhead, with her ginger hair done up in a short ponytail at the base of her neck. Her face was slightly freckled, with green almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones, with a slight angular face. She was dressed in a black suit jacket with matching knee length skirt and black high heels. Under her jacket she wore, a mustard coloured blouse. Her legs were coated in black stockings. 94 smiled, she was exactly her size. 94 got up to follow her into the ladies bathroom.
94 quietly entered the ladies toilet, locking the door behind her. She waited until she heard flush, and the woman emerged from the stall. After she placed her handbag on the sink, 94 crept up behind the woman and with her well honed technique, stabbed the girl in the back of her neck. She was dead before she hit the ground. 94 lowered the dead woman to the ground, and stripped off her first disguise. Naked, she begun to strip the dead analyst. She first worked the woman's hair tie free, and copied her ponytail. 94 unfastened the dead woman's jacket, and slipped it off her shoulders, unbuttoning the dead woman's blouse. She turned the corpse on her side and unzipped the skirt, pulling it loose of the waist and down her long black stocking covered legs. She slipped off the girl's high heels and pulled off her lacy black thong panties, revealing a trimmed strip of red fuzz crowning a red, well developed vagina. 94, one leg at a time, gently rolled off the matching stockings from the dead woman's legs and up her own legs, using the toilet for support and pulled up the lace panties around her vagina. Hoisting up the half naked corpse, 94 finished unbuttoning the blouse, slipping it loose off the woman's shoulders, then unclasping her lacy black wonderbra, removing it from the body, letting the now naked corpse fall back onto the bathroom floor. She put the bra over her own bare breasts and clasped it. The girl had nice well rounded, slightly pointed breasts with light pink roundel areolas. 94 finished dressing in the dead analysts suit, helping herself to her watch and small heart chain that was around her neck. She put her needle in the jackets right pocket. She hoisted the dead woman, by her shoulders and dragged her into the stall, depositing the naked corpse on the toilet bowl. She closed the behind her, scooped up her handbag. 94 had found an out of order sign, in the attendants cupboard. She walked out of the ladies toilet, putting the sign over the door. She checked her level 2 pass, attached to and proceeded into the administration wing.
As she entered the level two area, a large room with suited men and woman buzzing around like a hive of bees, around a honeycomb of cubicles in the centre of the room, 94 scanned the area for her first target, Frank Darabont the head of station. It seemed he wasn't on the floor, but there looked to be offices around the back behind the row of cubicles. As she walked towards the area, she overheard two office workers beside a water-cooler. " I swear if that asshole, Darabont touches my ass one more time, I will be putting in for a transfer. I don't care how lucrative this position is." The second woman sneered " You know he does it to all the pretty girls right, especially the new ones. We should report his ass." The first woman shook her head. " What good would that do? He's too well connected. If we say anything, it will be us busted down to level 1. Counting noodles for the rest of our tour." 94 grinned, so he likes to take advantage of his female employees, a perfect opportunity. She grabbed some files from a nearby empty cubicle, and walked to the back offices, he stolen heels clacking on the laminate flooring. 94 found his office, under his name it had a sign which said "no admittance, unless urgent." 94 knocked on the door and let herself in. " I thought I said... Well hello sweetheart." Darabont was a balding man with a thin black moustache, he had a look of a man who once may have been fit but had gone to seed. 94 suddenly felt very dirty. " I don't think I have seen you here before, beautiful. Are you new here?" 94 placed the files on his desk, and battered her eyelashes. " Yes, I just got my level 2 pass, and I just wanted to introduce myself to the boss." 94 flashed her sweetest smile as she walked near. " Well, you come to the right place, honey." He moved around his desk, and pulled the drawstring on his blind. " We want our privacy, you know how fast tongues wag around the water cooler." She smiled as he walked near her, his eyes fixed on her electric blue eyes. Unaware that she had readied her needle. As he got closer, 94 could feel the tobacco smell from his breath on her cheek, his hand riding up her stolen skirt, 94 clamped her hand on his mouth and stabbed him in the back of the neck with her needle. She lowered, his corpse to the floor, and opened his suit jacket. Rummaging through his jacket pockets, and found his access key card. 94 grinned, target one down. She hoisted his heavy corpse, into a empty cabinet, shut the door and snapped off the lock. She put the access key in her stolen handbag, repocketed her needle, and left the dead man's office.
94 found her way, back to the foyer and scanned the area looking for a female engineer with level 3 clearance. She soon spotted one, walking towards a door, she was dressed in a black hooded jumpsuit, with the SI insignia on her left breast. With blue gloves and matching blue work boots. She had hazel eyes, with a round face, shallow cheekbones. She was attractive, and 94's size. She was carrying a blue tool box. 94, saw the woman scan her access card, the door opened into a darkened secluded corridor lined with pipes. Which she walked on through. 94 follow her tracks, and scanned her own pass on the reader. The door opened with a bleep, 94 walked on through and hugging the shadows followed the engineer. After 5 minutes, the engineer stopped and knelt at a loose vent cover. Unscrewing it with her screwdriver, 94 readied her needle and crept silently behind the woman. She clamped the woman's mouth with her left hand, and stabbed her in the front of her throat with her needle. She died without a sound, 94 lowered the corpse to the ground and stripped off her analyst disguise. Now naked, she began to strip the dead engineer. She pulled off the woman's gloves and boots and laid them to one side, then pulled the dead woman's hood down, revealing black hair tied up in a small bun at the base of her head. 94 unzipped the woman's jumpsuit and peeled it off her corpse, revealing a white tank top and a black hipster thong. 94 pulled off the tank top, over the dead engineers head and slipped it over her own naked chest. The engineer had full round C-cup breasts, with dark medium rounded areolas. 94 slipped off the black panties from around the dead woman's hips and pulled them on between her thighs. The dead woman was clean shaven, with small but cute vagina. After 94 dressed in the engineers jumpsuit, she flipped the naked corpse onto her front and slid her into the vent, placed the vent cover in place and screwed it shut. 94 placed her needle in the toolbox, along with the access key. She picked up the toolbox and made her way to level 3.
Now disguised in the engineers jumpsuit, 94 scanned her stolen level 3 and entered the engineering section, descending the metal staircase. She walked pass similarly dressed men and women going about their business. As she walked further down the corridor, she overheard two engineers walking towards her " You know that McAdams, is still working on that electrical fault in section C right?" The second engineer laughed " Yeah, he tried to ask some of the guys to help him. He's a fucking joke, can't even screw on a lightbulb right. I could his job better." Seeing an opportunity when she saw one, 94 made her way to section C. When she arrived, she came to a barely lit room, the only light source a a fluorescent lamp. She found a harried looking man dressed in the same engineer outfit as her. " Finally, someone comes to help me. I thought I was going to be all day." 94 noticed her wasn't wearing his gloves. " I could hear you all the down the corridor, thought needed a hand." McAdams put his hands on his hips. " Well have a couple of problems, a AC unit backing up here and this busted wiring right here. If you take a look at that, I will handle the AC unit." He retreated to the top left corner of the room, and knelt by the AC unit. 94 looked at the wiring. It was an easy fix, one that a rookie engineer could do. But, could be turned into a deadly trap with the right amount of copper wire. 94 rummaged around her toolbox and found a spool, using wire cutters, she cut the copper wire and wound it into the snapped wires, creating a circuit. All see needed to do was to flick the switch. " I think I fixed that wiring." She said as she made her way to the light switch. " Really that was quick, what are you a savant?" McAdams walked up to the wires and touched them. " Hang on, who put this copper--" 94 flipped the switch, McAdams screamed as 25'000 volts ran through is body. 94 quickly, grabbed his access card from his toolbox and picked up own then promptly left, as McAdams fell to the ground, smoking. She passed crowds of engineers running the other way, with everything she needed to access the mainframe.
Has 94 made her way towards the mainframe, she heard her ear piece crackle. It was Fairchild and she sounded panicked. "94, we have a situation. Soldiers have just stormed the SI facility, I cannot identify them but they are assaulting in force, it's a massacre. I'am scrubbing the mission, get your ass out of there, now." Before 94 could say anything else she could hear gunfire and the sound of boots running behind her. She grabbed her needle from the toolbox, as she darted into a store room and hid behind a crate. 94 heard tne door open and close, she peered over the edge off the crate. She saw a soldier, garbed in urban camouflage fatigues, with a black tactical vest, tactical helmet and combat boots. A balaclava covered the figures face, but 94 could make out narrow eyes under a smooth forehead, a woman. Their was a unit insignia on her left shoulder, an eagle swooping in flight clutching a sword. 94 didn't recognise it. The woman swung her M4 rifle, checking her corners 94 crept behind the woman and quickly lunged, placing her left hand on her shoulder and stabbing her with the needle in the back of her neck. The rifle dropped to the floor, as 94 caught the woman's corpse and lowered it to the floor. She stripped naked, and started to strip the dead soldier. She started by removing the soldiers tactical vest, helmet, boots and balaclava. The woman looked to be in her late twenties, she had the features of a combat veteran, weathered and lined but it didn't detract from her natural good looks. She had blonde hair cut into a close cropped military style buzzcut and blue eyes. 94 unbuttoned her uniform shirt and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a sheer black vest that showed off her rounded breasts, and nipples peaking through the fabric and toned midriff. 94 pulled off the woman's vest and slipped it over her head. The soldier was well toned, with subtle muscles on her arms and defined abs, with small rounded light pink areolas. 94 unzipped the dead woman' combat trousers, working them past her athletic hips past her toned legs and off her body. The dead soldier, wore sheer black shorts that covered her womanhood, 94 pulled these off and slipped them over her arse. The soldier had a small strip of golden hair crowning her full vulva. When 94 finished getting dressed in the dead woman's uniform, she scooped up the naked toned corpse and threw it into the crate, put needle in her trouser pocket. She then shouldered the the M4 rifle and walked out of the room.
As she neared the exit, she could see signs of combat, bullet ridden corpses all over the place. Mostly civilians and elite troopers who fell protecting them, there were some corpses of the unknown hostiles strewn around. She saw a team of troops storm the admin section, gunning down those in their path. As she neared the lift, she saw a soldier standing near the bodies of the guards that waved her through earlier. " You there, trooper. Get your ass topside, Captain Farrell needs this report. ASAP." He handed her a slip of paper. " Remember, you need to rappel back up." 94 saluted him "Yes sir." The soldier nodded her through, as she attached herself on the rappel line and traversed upwards. 94 found herself, back in the restaurant. Soldiers were busy searching the dead, 94 saw the body of the waitress who had served her earlier. She walked over her, and out of the restaurant.
Once she was out of sight of the corden, 94 pulled off the helmet and balaclava, and dumped them in a trash bin. She, walked into a darkened alley, until she found the tech van. 94 knocked three times, and there stood a relived Fairchild. She had shoulder length curly blonde hair, with turquoise eyes and high cheekbones, on which rested a pair of wire-rimmed oblong spectacles, which complemented her natural tan. To some many dismissed her as a geek, but to 94, the glasses served to enhance her beauty. 94 walked in as she closed the door. Fairchild then hugged her, the sensation while not unwelcome, felt alien. Fairchild quickly pulled out looking awkward " When I saw those troops go on, I feared the worse. But then I remembered that it's you, so I knew you would make it." 94 looked incredulous " I can't believe you doubted me." As 94 shrugged, Fairchild did a double take, when she saw the unit patch. She leant forward, close to 94 and caressed it. " The Silver Eagle Battalion, impossible." Seeing the look on Fairchild's face, 94 frowned " Are some kind of PMC?" Fairchild nodded "They are the cream of the crop. They don't fuck around. You were very lucky to get out of there." They both suddenly become aware of how close they were to each other, they both lent in together, lips brushing when the computer in front of them started to ring.
They both pulled away, as 94 connected the call. It was Dr Cross " 94, Fairchild. We have a situation, the same group that attacked the SI, attacked us. They are calling themselves the Consortium." 94 scoffed " Do they know we are an offshoot, and their enemy." Dr Cross cocked her hand and tented her fingers " They don't seem to care, it looks like we will have to call a truce with the SI." 94 took a deep breath and sighed "The enemy of my enemy..." Dr Cross untented her fingers. " So it would seem, come on home both of you and its a good thing you didn't upload that virus ." Dr Cross hung up. 94 turned to Fairchild "This just got complicated." Within looking at her, Fairchild replied " Yes, so a raincheck on dinner then?"
94, dressed in a black trenchcoat, under which she wore a simple blouse and skirt with high heels, stood on the street corner opposite the "Happy Crane" restaurant, it's neon sign burning into her retinas. She heard the now pleasing crackle in her ear. It could only be her handler, Calista Fairchild. " Welcome 94, to Chongqing, a seemly non-descript street in a quiet part of China. But not everything is as it seems, under that restaurant is the SI's intelligence database, your target for tonight. Your assignment is to infiltrate the facility and release the computer virus we provided, into their mainframe. This will bring the SI to its knees and force them to the bargaining table. However, the mainframe itself can only be accessed with two key cards. They are kept by two targets, one is the head of this facility, Frank Darabont, he can be found in the Level 2 admin area. The second is carried by Chief Engineer George McAdams, he can be found in Level 3" 94 nodded " Sounds straightforward." Fairchild's reply was one of mocked outrage" Oh, 94, will you let me finish. There are free levels of security, level 1 is reserved for the cover staff in the fake restaurant across from you, that should get you through but you will have to get through a checkpoint first. Level 2 is reserved for analysts, they have access to the administration wing and your first target. Level 3 is reserved for engineer's and elite SI troopers." 94 creaked her neck. " So this place is like an onion, with many layers." Fairchild laughed, a sound that warmed 94's heart " More like a overpriced, high tech onion but yeah, essentially." There was a brief awkward push before 94 broke the silence. " Calista, what would you say to dinner after this. Say a Chinese,to celebrate our victory against the SI?" Fairchild stammered, caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. " Y-yes, I would like that, you are buying right?" 94 smiled, she thought for minute Fairchild wouldn't accept. " Yes, it's on me, promise. Now let's got on mission." Fairchild regained her composure " Right, well good luck 94. I will be here right behind you, and... come back safe." 94 took her hand from her ear and crossed the street.
94, entered the restaurant and immediately sat down her eyes carefully scanning for a suitable female. It was curious, that while some of the waitresses were Chinese, the cook's in the kitchen, beyond were Caucasian. Undoubtedly, they were undercover SI. A Chinese waitress, sidlied up to her notepad at the ready. " Hey, you order now, yes?" She said in broken English. " I will take a spring water. Please, I'am not really hungry." The waitress looked surprised " Water, nothing else, no noodles?" 94 shook her head. " Just water, please." The waitress nodded, wrote a note on her pad and left. As 94 sat back, she heard one of the female "cooks". " I just going out back to for a smoke." She was a young woman, with soft blue eyes and a rounded pretty face. She was wearing a white short sleeved buttoned shirt, chessboard patterned trousers with white sneakers and white gloves. A black bandana, covered her head but 94 could see a few flicks of brown hair sprout from under her headgear. She left through the staff door at the back, 94 got up to follow her, leaving the waitress a tip, exiting through the front door. " Hey, you no want your water? She heard the waitress say as she left.
94, edged her way around the back, to the loading dock. She hopped the wall, to see the the "cook" lighting up a cigarette, leaning against an empty crate. She readied her needle, and swiftly crept up behind the girl, putting her left hand over her mouth and stabbing her in the side of her neck, pulling her over the side of the crate. She died instantly, without a sound. 94 put her needle in the dead woman's trouser pocket, and stripped completely naked, dumping her clothes in the crate. Kneeling beside the dead girl, 94 began to strip her. She started by removing her bandana, which revealed a brown pixie cut. 94 tied over her own head, knotting it at the back. She unbuttoned the dead woman's shirt, pulled the corpse into a seated position and slipped it from her shoulders, letting the corpse flop back to the ground. There was a pass, dangling from her neck with the legend Level 1, 94 looped it over the false cooks head and then over her own head. A plain white camisole, with lace frilled lining covered her well developed and buoyant c-cup breasts, 94 flicked the dead girl's arms up and tugged the camisole over her head. She pul!ed it over her head and over her naked breast, this revealed a pair of round, well formed breasts with rose petal red areolas. Next, she unlaced the sneakers and removed them from the dead girl's feet, also taking the white socks she wore as well. 94 then unzipped the dead girl's trousers, working them around her shapely hips and pulling them loose of her legs. The woman's modestly protected by matching bikini cut shorts, 94 pulled them off and slipped them between her legs. The girl, had small but well formed vagina, crowned by a small tuft of brown hair. 94 was impressed by the slim athletic corpse, it seemed the SI looked after it's agents. After she finished getting dressed in the rest of the dead girl's clothes, 94 scooped up the naked corpse and dropped it into the crate, along with her smokes and lighter. She entered the kitchen, keeping her head down. According to the intel provided by Fairchild, there was a button concealed as the SI sigil. 94 found it next to the shelving unit and pressed. The shelving unit swung out, revealing a hidden lift with a card reader. Entering the lift, 94 took out ther stolen pass and swiped it, giving her a green light. She pressed a buttoned marked 1 and the lift descended. She was in.
When the doors opened, she came out to a security checkpoint. It was manned by two armed guards, both masked and covered head to toe in black tactical gear, with the SI insignia on the right shoulder. They both were equipped with Glock 17 sidearms and CTAR-21 assault rifle. " Finally got tired on playing the cook, huh?" It was the guard on the left, who spoke with a female voice beyond her face mask. 94 smiled, rubbing a hand behind her neck. "There is only so much noodles you can look at before you it drives you crazy." The two guards laughed " Alright, hold out your hands and your pass, let me scan you." 94 complied as she held her arms and was scanned, after a few minutes the guard seemed satisfied. " Yep, your free to go. Go grab a shower, a change of clothes perhaps." 94 suppressed an ironic chuckle " You bet, thanks." The guards let her through, to a two storey large room with the SI insignia to front of her, it reminded 94 of the vastness of some cathedrals. It was littered with sofas, chairs arranged in what looked like a social space and foyer to other areas of the facility. She saw a door off to her right, with " Administration- Level 2 above it." As she sat down, 94 scanned the room for an analyst with level two clearance. Sure enough, walking towards the ladies she found a young female analyst with a pass clipped to her jacket pocket. She was a pretty redhead, with her ginger hair done up in a short ponytail at the base of her neck. Her face was slightly freckled, with green almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones, with a slight angular face. She was dressed in a black suit jacket with matching knee length skirt and black high heels. Under her jacket she wore, a mustard coloured blouse. Her legs were coated in black stockings. 94 smiled, she was exactly her size. 94 got up to follow her into the ladies bathroom.
94 quietly entered the ladies toilet, locking the door behind her. She waited until she heard flush, and the woman emerged from the stall. After she placed her handbag on the sink, 94 crept up behind the woman and with her well honed technique, stabbed the girl in the back of her neck. She was dead before she hit the ground. 94 lowered the dead woman to the ground, and stripped off her first disguise. Naked, she begun to strip the dead analyst. She first worked the woman's hair tie free, and copied her ponytail. 94 unfastened the dead woman's jacket, and slipped it off her shoulders, unbuttoning the dead woman's blouse. She turned the corpse on her side and unzipped the skirt, pulling it loose of the waist and down her long black stocking covered legs. She slipped off the girl's high heels and pulled off her lacy black thong panties, revealing a trimmed strip of red fuzz crowning a red, well developed vagina. 94, one leg at a time, gently rolled off the matching stockings from the dead woman's legs and up her own legs, using the toilet for support and pulled up the lace panties around her vagina. Hoisting up the half naked corpse, 94 finished unbuttoning the blouse, slipping it loose off the woman's shoulders, then unclasping her lacy black wonderbra, removing it from the body, letting the now naked corpse fall back onto the bathroom floor. She put the bra over her own bare breasts and clasped it. The girl had nice well rounded, slightly pointed breasts with light pink roundel areolas. 94 finished dressing in the dead analysts suit, helping herself to her watch and small heart chain that was around her neck. She put her needle in the jackets right pocket. She hoisted the dead woman, by her shoulders and dragged her into the stall, depositing the naked corpse on the toilet bowl. She closed the behind her, scooped up her handbag. 94 had found an out of order sign, in the attendants cupboard. She walked out of the ladies toilet, putting the sign over the door. She checked her level 2 pass, attached to and proceeded into the administration wing.
As she entered the level two area, a large room with suited men and woman buzzing around like a hive of bees, around a honeycomb of cubicles in the centre of the room, 94 scanned the area for her first target, Frank Darabont the head of station. It seemed he wasn't on the floor, but there looked to be offices around the back behind the row of cubicles. As she walked towards the area, she overheard two office workers beside a water-cooler. " I swear if that asshole, Darabont touches my ass one more time, I will be putting in for a transfer. I don't care how lucrative this position is." The second woman sneered " You know he does it to all the pretty girls right, especially the new ones. We should report his ass." The first woman shook her head. " What good would that do? He's too well connected. If we say anything, it will be us busted down to level 1. Counting noodles for the rest of our tour." 94 grinned, so he likes to take advantage of his female employees, a perfect opportunity. She grabbed some files from a nearby empty cubicle, and walked to the back offices, he stolen heels clacking on the laminate flooring. 94 found his office, under his name it had a sign which said "no admittance, unless urgent." 94 knocked on the door and let herself in. " I thought I said... Well hello sweetheart." Darabont was a balding man with a thin black moustache, he had a look of a man who once may have been fit but had gone to seed. 94 suddenly felt very dirty. " I don't think I have seen you here before, beautiful. Are you new here?" 94 placed the files on his desk, and battered her eyelashes. " Yes, I just got my level 2 pass, and I just wanted to introduce myself to the boss." 94 flashed her sweetest smile as she walked near. " Well, you come to the right place, honey." He moved around his desk, and pulled the drawstring on his blind. " We want our privacy, you know how fast tongues wag around the water cooler." She smiled as he walked near her, his eyes fixed on her electric blue eyes. Unaware that she had readied her needle. As he got closer, 94 could feel the tobacco smell from his breath on her cheek, his hand riding up her stolen skirt, 94 clamped her hand on his mouth and stabbed him in the back of the neck with her needle. She lowered, his corpse to the floor, and opened his suit jacket. Rummaging through his jacket pockets, and found his access key card. 94 grinned, target one down. She hoisted his heavy corpse, into a empty cabinet, shut the door and snapped off the lock. She put the access key in her stolen handbag, repocketed her needle, and left the dead man's office.
94 found her way, back to the foyer and scanned the area looking for a female engineer with level 3 clearance. She soon spotted one, walking towards a door, she was dressed in a black hooded jumpsuit, with the SI insignia on her left breast. With blue gloves and matching blue work boots. She had hazel eyes, with a round face, shallow cheekbones. She was attractive, and 94's size. She was carrying a blue tool box. 94, saw the woman scan her access card, the door opened into a darkened secluded corridor lined with pipes. Which she walked on through. 94 follow her tracks, and scanned her own pass on the reader. The door opened with a bleep, 94 walked on through and hugging the shadows followed the engineer. After 5 minutes, the engineer stopped and knelt at a loose vent cover. Unscrewing it with her screwdriver, 94 readied her needle and crept silently behind the woman. She clamped the woman's mouth with her left hand, and stabbed her in the front of her throat with her needle. She died without a sound, 94 lowered the corpse to the ground and stripped off her analyst disguise. Now naked, she began to strip the dead engineer. She pulled off the woman's gloves and boots and laid them to one side, then pulled the dead woman's hood down, revealing black hair tied up in a small bun at the base of her head. 94 unzipped the woman's jumpsuit and peeled it off her corpse, revealing a white tank top and a black hipster thong. 94 pulled off the tank top, over the dead engineers head and slipped it over her own naked chest. The engineer had full round C-cup breasts, with dark medium rounded areolas. 94 slipped off the black panties from around the dead woman's hips and pulled them on between her thighs. The dead woman was clean shaven, with small but cute vagina. After 94 dressed in the engineers jumpsuit, she flipped the naked corpse onto her front and slid her into the vent, placed the vent cover in place and screwed it shut. 94 placed her needle in the toolbox, along with the access key. She picked up the toolbox and made her way to level 3.
Now disguised in the engineers jumpsuit, 94 scanned her stolen level 3 and entered the engineering section, descending the metal staircase. She walked pass similarly dressed men and women going about their business. As she walked further down the corridor, she overheard two engineers walking towards her " You know that McAdams, is still working on that electrical fault in section C right?" The second engineer laughed " Yeah, he tried to ask some of the guys to help him. He's a fucking joke, can't even screw on a lightbulb right. I could his job better." Seeing an opportunity when she saw one, 94 made her way to section C. When she arrived, she came to a barely lit room, the only light source a a fluorescent lamp. She found a harried looking man dressed in the same engineer outfit as her. " Finally, someone comes to help me. I thought I was going to be all day." 94 noticed her wasn't wearing his gloves. " I could hear you all the down the corridor, thought needed a hand." McAdams put his hands on his hips. " Well have a couple of problems, a AC unit backing up here and this busted wiring right here. If you take a look at that, I will handle the AC unit." He retreated to the top left corner of the room, and knelt by the AC unit. 94 looked at the wiring. It was an easy fix, one that a rookie engineer could do. But, could be turned into a deadly trap with the right amount of copper wire. 94 rummaged around her toolbox and found a spool, using wire cutters, she cut the copper wire and wound it into the snapped wires, creating a circuit. All see needed to do was to flick the switch. " I think I fixed that wiring." She said as she made her way to the light switch. " Really that was quick, what are you a savant?" McAdams walked up to the wires and touched them. " Hang on, who put this copper--" 94 flipped the switch, McAdams screamed as 25'000 volts ran through is body. 94 quickly, grabbed his access card from his toolbox and picked up own then promptly left, as McAdams fell to the ground, smoking. She passed crowds of engineers running the other way, with everything she needed to access the mainframe.
Has 94 made her way towards the mainframe, she heard her ear piece crackle. It was Fairchild and she sounded panicked. "94, we have a situation. Soldiers have just stormed the SI facility, I cannot identify them but they are assaulting in force, it's a massacre. I'am scrubbing the mission, get your ass out of there, now." Before 94 could say anything else she could hear gunfire and the sound of boots running behind her. She grabbed her needle from the toolbox, as she darted into a store room and hid behind a crate. 94 heard tne door open and close, she peered over the edge off the crate. She saw a soldier, garbed in urban camouflage fatigues, with a black tactical vest, tactical helmet and combat boots. A balaclava covered the figures face, but 94 could make out narrow eyes under a smooth forehead, a woman. Their was a unit insignia on her left shoulder, an eagle swooping in flight clutching a sword. 94 didn't recognise it. The woman swung her M4 rifle, checking her corners 94 crept behind the woman and quickly lunged, placing her left hand on her shoulder and stabbing her with the needle in the back of her neck. The rifle dropped to the floor, as 94 caught the woman's corpse and lowered it to the floor. She stripped naked, and started to strip the dead soldier. She started by removing the soldiers tactical vest, helmet, boots and balaclava. The woman looked to be in her late twenties, she had the features of a combat veteran, weathered and lined but it didn't detract from her natural good looks. She had blonde hair cut into a close cropped military style buzzcut and blue eyes. 94 unbuttoned her uniform shirt and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a sheer black vest that showed off her rounded breasts, and nipples peaking through the fabric and toned midriff. 94 pulled off the woman's vest and slipped it over her head. The soldier was well toned, with subtle muscles on her arms and defined abs, with small rounded light pink areolas. 94 unzipped the dead woman' combat trousers, working them past her athletic hips past her toned legs and off her body. The dead soldier, wore sheer black shorts that covered her womanhood, 94 pulled these off and slipped them over her arse. The soldier had a small strip of golden hair crowning her full vulva. When 94 finished getting dressed in the dead woman's uniform, she scooped up the naked toned corpse and threw it into the crate, put needle in her trouser pocket. She then shouldered the the M4 rifle and walked out of the room.
As she neared the exit, she could see signs of combat, bullet ridden corpses all over the place. Mostly civilians and elite troopers who fell protecting them, there were some corpses of the unknown hostiles strewn around. She saw a team of troops storm the admin section, gunning down those in their path. As she neared the lift, she saw a soldier standing near the bodies of the guards that waved her through earlier. " You there, trooper. Get your ass topside, Captain Farrell needs this report. ASAP." He handed her a slip of paper. " Remember, you need to rappel back up." 94 saluted him "Yes sir." The soldier nodded her through, as she attached herself on the rappel line and traversed upwards. 94 found herself, back in the restaurant. Soldiers were busy searching the dead, 94 saw the body of the waitress who had served her earlier. She walked over her, and out of the restaurant.
Once she was out of sight of the corden, 94 pulled off the helmet and balaclava, and dumped them in a trash bin. She, walked into a darkened alley, until she found the tech van. 94 knocked three times, and there stood a relived Fairchild. She had shoulder length curly blonde hair, with turquoise eyes and high cheekbones, on which rested a pair of wire-rimmed oblong spectacles, which complemented her natural tan. To some many dismissed her as a geek, but to 94, the glasses served to enhance her beauty. 94 walked in as she closed the door. Fairchild then hugged her, the sensation while not unwelcome, felt alien. Fairchild quickly pulled out looking awkward " When I saw those troops go on, I feared the worse. But then I remembered that it's you, so I knew you would make it." 94 looked incredulous " I can't believe you doubted me." As 94 shrugged, Fairchild did a double take, when she saw the unit patch. She leant forward, close to 94 and caressed it. " The Silver Eagle Battalion, impossible." Seeing the look on Fairchild's face, 94 frowned " Are some kind of PMC?" Fairchild nodded "They are the cream of the crop. They don't fuck around. You were very lucky to get out of there." They both suddenly become aware of how close they were to each other, they both lent in together, lips brushing when the computer in front of them started to ring.
They both pulled away, as 94 connected the call. It was Dr Cross " 94, Fairchild. We have a situation, the same group that attacked the SI, attacked us. They are calling themselves the Consortium." 94 scoffed " Do they know we are an offshoot, and their enemy." Dr Cross cocked her hand and tented her fingers " They don't seem to care, it looks like we will have to call a truce with the SI." 94 took a deep breath and sighed "The enemy of my enemy..." Dr Cross untented her fingers. " So it would seem, come on home both of you and its a good thing you didn't upload that virus ." Dr Cross hung up. 94 turned to Fairchild "This just got complicated." Within looking at her, Fairchild replied " Yes, so a raincheck on dinner then?"
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