Shadows Reunited

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following their escape from the trap set by the consortium and subsequent alliance with the Darkwatch, Shadow Intiative operatives Vesper and Nightingale must launch a rescue operation to liberate their comrades, Mira and Lupa, from a SEB base outside of Madrid. Only with the whole of group 6 reunited, can the SI begin their campaign against the Silver Eagle Battalion in earnest. Now without any further ado...


As Vesper and Nightingale, entered the armoury Vesper stopped and looked at Nightingale. " Before we go any further, Miranda I want to tell you something. Back on the Chopper during the last mission, you asked me why I am so cynical." Nightingale took a shock pistol from the rack and sighted it before she turned to Vesper. " I remember that you promised you would tell me everything, once we escaped from the manor, Nadja." The use of her name caused a shiver to run down Vesper's spine as she turned to take her dart gun from the rack. " After what we have been through, you deserve to now the truth. You have to bear in mind that I have not told anyone this, and it is difficult for me to talk about after so long." Nightingale nodded and laid a hand on Vesper's shoulder with a gesture of encouragement "Believe me I know, Nadja. I now that sort of pain. Take your time." After she took a pair of binoculars from the rack, she took a deep breath. " Well in Israel, we are used to pain on a daily basis but I had it in spades. When I was eight years old, a HAMAS rocket hit my home, while my parents and I were sitting down for dinner. I was lucky, I was saved by the fucking table but my parents died in front of me crushed by the ceiling. I was sent to live with my Aunt and her family." Vesper paused, thinking about the past. Nightingale could see her eyes were glistening. After taking another deep breath she continued. " I wasn't what you called a model Jewish girl, I was angry smoking hash and treating my Aunt and her family like shit. I kept on running away and the police kept on dragging me back. The day came when I received my draft notice into the IDF, they had to drag me kicking and screaming to the bus." Vesper smiled as she recounted that memory, she continued. " At first, I tried to do everything to get booted out, but then I met her. My dear Gallia. She helped me to get used to army life, and we became friends, then we fell in love." Nightingale could see how difficult this was for her, it was strange to see this strong violent woman so vulnerable. " We kept our relationship secret, from everyone. We would be risking court martial and disownment from our families, but none of that mattered to us. We were in love." Vesper turned around, her back to Nightingale. Her hands gripping the desk. "We were out on patrol, when we got captured by militants. They took us to an abandoned warehouse, stripped us of our weapons and uniforms , then tied us to chairs." Vesper started to shake and rock backwards and forwards." They tortured her, to get me to talk. My darling, Gallia. Tied to a fucking chair, beaten and burned, and I couldn't lift a fucking finger to save her. I gave them out-of-date intel, hoping that would be enough to get them to stop. The bastard's just smiled and blew her brains out, right in front of me. Then they beat me to a pulp, and dumped us on a landfill." Vesper turned around, tears streaming down her face. " We were found by an IDF patrol, naked and broken. I later learned that a string of IDF checkpoints in the West Bank, was attacked by female fighters, wearing our uniforms. I was later transferred to the Mossad, but by that point I was broken. Drinking, roughing up prisoners, depressed. They kicked me out after a couple of years, but I didn't care my reason for living was dead. I was approached by Mother, who recruited me into the SI. But before I left, I hunted the cell who tortured and murdered my Gallia and I killed them all. Very very slowly. They soon regretted letting me live." Nightingale drew Vesper into a hug, which lasted for what seemed like forever before they pulled out. Vesper wiped her eyes " You asked me why I'am so cynical. My humanity died the day the love of my live died." Nightingale held Vesper by her shoulders " I was just like you, I hunted the men who raped and murdered my sister, making them feel excruciating agony before I ended them. But afterwards, I felt hollow. It would not bring her back, and that's what I wanted more than anything." Vesper nodded, an understanding passed between them, but as they looked at each other deeper, they felt more then just an understanding. After a long awkward silence, Vesper turned and readied her pack. " Come on, Miranda. Mira and Lupa are not going to rescue themselves."

6 hours later, both women were on board a SI stealth Blackhawk, dressing in black catsuits Vesper held out a tablet with a satellite image of the SEB. " This is Camp Kestrel, formerly SAF San Domingo, used to be an airfield for the Spanish Air Force, until it was mothballed and sold to the SEB for chicken feed. It is the second largest SEB Forward Operating Base in Western Europe. Intel from Darkwatch, suggest that Mira and Lupa, are being held here." She enlarged the image, to a small detention camp, on the far side of the base. " What we need to do, is steal some uniforms, break our people out and find transportation for extract." Nightingale nodded " I assume that the chopper cannot make a return trip." She pointed to small dots spread all around the camps. "Bloody hell, Anti- Air and SAMs all around." Vesper looked at her and smiled " You British, so pessimistic. Their choppers have IFF systems, Mira flew helicopters for the Russian Army in Syria. You get her to one of those Choppers, she will fly us right out." Nightingale, saw a road that connected the base to a nearby village. "I will bet you, on that access road, we could ambush a patrol. Take their uniforms." Vesper clapped her on the back. " Now you are thinking like a SI operative. Pilot, land us out of sight near the access road." The pilot, a woman with her head covered by her flight helmet, turned the chopper around. " Roger that, good luck operatives. Bring our people back." She gave a thumbs up, as she gently brought the Blackhawk into land. " Okay, get ready for dust off." Nightingale opened the side door, as Vesper jumped out of the chopper first, followed by Nightingale. They both tucked and rolled to land smoothly. When got up, Vesper waved to the Chopper and it took off into the Spanish evening.

Vesper and Nightingale, crawled up to the lip of an embankment, Vesper pulled out her scope and grinned, she offered Nightingale her binoculars." Look down there, they look like officers. Not grunts." Nightingale looked through them. There were two women, they both were wearing what answered for officers uniform in the SEB. They each wore a black field tunic, buttoned to their breasts, with the SEB insignia on their left breasts, their rank displayed on their epaulettes and lapels, with black trousers ending in knee length jackboots. Under their tunics, they wore a white shirt with a black ribbon pinned under their collars. Their hands were covered with leather black gloves. A black forage cap, perched jauntily on their heads, with a SEB pin in the centre completed the look. They both had USP .45 pistols holstered to their thighs. The one kneeling, changing the tire had her black hair down up in a ponytail at the back of her head, while her irate colleague had shoulder length ginger hair. To Nightingale, they looked more like Nazis from WW2 then officers of a modern military force. " Looks like they are changing a tire on their hummer, and failing miserably" Vesper scoffed " Officers, always so fucking superior but useless in a fight. What do say to relieving them of their uniforms, Miranda." Nightingale handed her back the binoculars. " I like the way you think, Nadja." She drew her shock pistol as they both slid gently down the bank, using the long grass to close in on their prey.

" How long is this going to take, you said you knew how to change a tire." Lieutenant Holly Kaminski said to her partner Lieutenant Francine Rènard. " It will take as long as it will take. You American's, you like to rush. You should look at life like we French do." Holly folded her arms across her B-cup breasts. "That's easy for you to say, Francie. I don't like this, I feel like we are being watched, we could be attacked at any minute. Those SI bastards could be out there at any minute, just waiting in the grass." Francine swore under her breath and threw her tire iron to the ground. " Who will be stupid enough to break into the base? There are dozens of troopers there." Francine never got an answer to her question, as they were both hit by shock bullets to their backs knocking them out cold.

Nightingale holstered her pistol, as Vesper picked up the brunette officer and hauled her over her shoulder. Nightingale followed her, and picked up the redhead,as they carried the women into the tree line. When they laid the unconscious officers on the ground, they both stripped naked. " So your not pissed, we didn't kill them. I was expecting another lecture." Vesper gave her a strange look, and a smile. As started to unbutton the woman's tunic. " This is your show, Miranda. I follow your lead, besides the uniforms are no good to us bloody." Nightingale unbuttoned the red heads tunic, hoisted the unconscious girl in a seated position and slipped it from her shoulders. She then unpinned the ribbon from her neck and unbuttoned her shirt. Nightingale tugged off the jackboots, one foot at a time and slipped off the pink ankle socks off the unconscious girls feet, putting them on. She removed the girl's weapon and holster from her thigh and then unzipped the girls trousers, working them loose from her shapely hips and down her long dancer's legs. Revealing lace pink shorts, that protected the girls modesty, Nightingale grimaced as she pulled off the garish underwear and slipped it over her bare womanhood. The officer had a full vagina, with a tuft of red hair crowning it. Pulling the unconscious girl up, into a seated position she finished unbuttoning the redheads shirts and slipped it over her bare shoulders. Nightingale, unclasped the matching pink lace bra and removed it, letting the unconscious girl fall back to the ground, and clasping it over her bare chest. The red head had small but buoyant breasts, with pale pink roundel shaped areolas. A small smattering of freckles above her breasts, on her face, and arms, made her extremely attractive. She was slim, but not athletic, Nightingale guessed she was rear echelon. She finished getting dressed in the sleeping girls uniform, finally setting the forage cap on her head. Nightingale, looked over to Vesper who was also fully dressed in her stolen uniform. Standing over the naked brunette, who had rounded and firm C-cup breasts with small dark pink areolas and a small vagina, crowned with a strip of black hair. She had a full, shapely figure but was still slim. Vesper, took out the mimic gun, taking some of the brunettes blood from her neck and held it up to her jugular. Vesper gritted her teeth, as her facial features and figure adapted to match the naked unconscious brunette. Vesper unworked the woman's scrunchie and copied the girl's ponytail. She tossed the gun to Nightingale, who seconds later and after a little pain looked a dead ringer for the naked redhead. They stashed the naked bodies, in a nearby log and walked back to the hummer. " I guess rank does have its privileges, although I could have done without the bitch wearing pink lace." Vesper laughed darkly " Well, at least you are not stuck with this stupid accent. Although I'am keeping her underwear, white lace bra and G-string. Very French." She crouched down to fix the tire. Nightingale chuckled " I will trade you." Vesper gave her look that told her to get lost. It took Vesper two minutes to change the tire, both women got into the hummer as Vesper got behind the wheel and drove them up to the base.


As they arrived back at the base, they were stopped by a guard dressed in Mediterranean camouflage fatigues. He saluted them " Good evening LTs, had a good night out." Nightingale handed their passed over to be scanned. Nightingale smiled as the guard, handed them back their passes. " Yeah, could have done without the flat though. Good thing this one's good with cars." Vesper forced a smile. The guard laughed, as he raised the barrier. " Have a good one ma'am." He saluted, both women returned it as Vesper drove up towards the detention facility. They got out of the hummer, "So far so good. Let's go get our girls."

" Tell me Russian bitch, what are the SI planning? How many of you are there?" She punctuated each question with a fist, Mira grimaced as the second punch hit her solar plexus. It took all of her military and GRU to resist " Keep on punching me bitch, you will get nothing from me." She hawked up a ball of phlegm and spat in her torturers face. That earned her another lunch. Mira found herself, hanging from a chain dressed only in a orange bib. She glanced at Lupa, tied to a chair clad in a similar bib. Bleeding from her mouth, and a cut above her eye, where this thug worked her over. Mira regarded her tortured, she was slim, athletic, wearing SEB Mediterranean fatigues, with a matching military cap. She had short brown hair, cut into a military pixie cut with grey almond eyes, full of hate. She would have been attractive if she wasn't beating the shit out of the pair of them. " It's no good resisting, if I won' t get the information from you, then I will get it from your little girlfriend. I have been too gentle, with you cunts. I think it's time I got out the jump leads." Mira snorted "Do what you like, bitch. I will die before I tell you anything." Suddenly the cell door opened, and Mira was treated to the strange sight of two SEB officers holding a third, a petite blonde with a small ponytail at gun point. Using the torturers confusion to her advantage, Mira wrapped her legs around the Woman's throat. " Or you will." With a single twist, she snapped the woman's neck and she fell to the ground. The redheaded officer sprang forward, snatching the keys from the dead woman's belt and released Mira, catching her as she fell. " Vesper. Is that you you? She said weakly. " No it's me Miranda, Vesper's the brunette." Vesper, snapped the blonde officer's neck and tossed the corpse inside, then moved towards Lupa untying her from the car, and helped her up. " Are you two okay, can you walk?" Lupa waved Vesper off with a reassuring hand " We're fine, they just roughed us up a bit." Mira winded slightly as Nightingale helped her up. " Vesper tells me your a pilot? Are fit to chopper us out." Mira laughed " Please, I have been hurt worse fooling around in bed. If it has rotors then yes. Can we get dressed now?" Vesper tossed the mimic gun to her. "Ok we will stand guard outside. Come on Miranda, let's give them the room." Mira and Lupa, stripped off their bibs as began to undress the dead women, As Vesper and Nightingale, closed the cell door.

5 minutes later, Mira emerged dressed in her torturers uniform and Lupa in the dead officer's uniform. Both were the carbon copies of the dead women. The real torturer was slumped naked, against the wall with full, firm C-cup breasts with dark pink areolas, and a shaved womanhood. The naked corpse of the blonde officer was slumped, head on the torturers naked shoulder. She had smaller B-cups, youthful and buoyant, with small light pink areolas and a trimmed strip of golden hair between her thighs, her blonde hair loose about her shoulders. Nightingale locked the cell behind the nude corpses and tossed the keys inside, then closed the viewer. Mira creaked her neck. " That will take some getting used too. Wow, even my voice is different." Lupa fiddled with her new hair. " I was thinking of going blonde." Vesper called them together. "Alright 6 let's move. We are getting out of this dump." The four members of group 6 exited the detention wing and got into the Hummer. Nightingale took the wheel and drove towards the heliport.

It took the group, 5 minutes to drive to the heliport. The four women got out of the hummer, and using their stolen uniforms walked towards the nearest Blackhawk. They entered the chopper, and Mira quickly went through the preflight checks. " Good, we have a full tank of gas. We are we going?" Already seated in the back, Vesper answered " Fly us to the SI base, outside Bilbao, we catch a ride back to New York." Mira nodded. "That can work, ok starting engines. Please, no-one look." The chopper started to rattle, as the rotors began to turn, Mira eased the throttle up, and pulled up on the stick, flying them out of the base." As they cleared the base, Nightingale sat next to Vesper as Lupa thanked both of them and moved into the co-pilots chair. " That couldn't have gone better." Vesper sighed and rested her head on Nightingales shoulder. " We have a connection, don't we? I felt it back in the armoury." Nightingale rested her head on Vesper's " It might sound crazy, but I felt it too. We haven't even known each other for very long." Vesper looked at her, the shadows of the chopper cast her a tired look. " I know, but I don't think it's crazy. I'am just unsure of what it means." Nightingale shrugged " Me neither, but I'am willing to find out. So what's next, Nadja?" She added under her breath. Vesper looked forward, her face set. "We hit them, and we hit them, hard."

[meditions142]

I found it interesting the way they only knockout out Holly and Francine but then didn't hesitate to kill later.

As Vesper noted she was holding back and following Miranda's lead. However, Vesper doesn't mind being more extreme.

Of course Mira snapping the interrogator's neck made sense as it needed to be quick. However, they had already subdued the blonde officer and had her under control. They could have easily just knocked her out. However, Vesper just goes ahead and snaps her neck too.

Interesting dynamic.

[Stormtrooper1990]

In the next story, after their first sex scene, Nightingale asks Vesper why she did it, Vesper had a violent flashback to her past. She snapped the officers neck in a fit of rage, she later regrets it when she dreams about her past victims.

[meditions142]

In the next story, after their first sex scene, Nightingale asks Vesper why she did it, Vesper had a violent flashback to her past. She snapped the officers neck in a fit of rage, she later regrets it when she dreams about her past victims.

I actually now remember that scene! It was my error for reading out of order!

[Stormtrooper1990]

No worries mate, the fate of the officer actually serves as the culmination of Vesper's story arc where she totally mends her ways, coming to terms with her past and turning her back on killing entirely.