The SI:- S2 Ep2 The City of Light
Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2023 12:01 am
After escaping the deadly Darkwatch ambush, Operatives Vesper and Nightingale barely have a moment to breathe. News of the survival and subsequent reunion with their friends and fellow operatives Mira and Lupa the only good news in a dark period for the SI, and Nightingale has been rocked by two sudden revelations. But soon Group 6 must ready themselves, to begin the hunt for Dr Cross and Darkwatch in earnest. Now without any further ado...
"You expect me to trust Darkwatch's secret weapon, who as killed who knows how many innocents and as even struck against our interests! Out of the question, Operative Nightingale." Came the voice of London section head Alastair Montague, a middle aged man with balding blonde hair and square frame wire spectacles, over his pale blue eyes. They were in his office, a glass room overlooking the London stations bullring. 94 merely crossed her legs. " I have killed over 40 people if we are keeping score, but we have a more pressing matter. Cross and Darkwatch have to die, they are threat to you and I, maybe the world itself. We need each other." She concluded by throwing the section head a sassy look. It was Nightingale who spoke next, still dressed in her stolen BA uniform, she could feel the makings of a headache coming on. " You don't have to approve of her methods, I know I don't but 94 is right. We need to bury the hatchet, and work together. Cross cannot be allowed to get away with this, she attacked us almost killed my... I mean Mother. We need all the help we can get." She finished, massaging her temples with her fingers, Vesper seeing her lover's distress, took her hand and squeezed it. Montague sighed, he got up from his desk looking out into the bullring. " As the acting head of the SI, following the incapacition of Mother. I would be foolish to look a gift assassin in the mouth. Very well, I approve 94's and Fairchild's requests to be granted unofficial SI member status. You are not beholden to the Marrakech Proclamations, and nor will you be part of the chain of command, but you will receive your missions from me. Do we have an agreement." He held out his hand. 94 shook it and nodded in agreement. " But if you as much put a toe out of line, or you threaten our interests again. I will hold Operative Nightingale personally responsible. Clear." If the look 94 gave him could kill, he would dropped dead on the spot. Vesper shot out of her seat. " You bastard! How dare you! 94 is not her responsibility, she came in good faith, fuck she saved our lives in Tel Aviv. You have no right to judge her." Montague turned to Vesper " May I remind you are talking to a superior officer, Operative Vesper. We haven't even begun to discuss your relationship with Operative Nightingale." Suddenly Nightingale shot up and walked out of the office, she could no longer bear the sound of that bureaucratic asshole. Vesper shot Montague a deathly stare, before she followed her lover. Nightingale stood outside the office, tears welling up in her eyes. " I needed some air, I cannot be in there listening to that bastard." Tears begun to fall from her eyes. Vesper pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead. " Shh my heart. It's ok come here. Whatever you have to tell me you can in the morning. I will always be here, Miranda." Nightingale pulled out softly, looking into Vesper's eyes. She let out a weak laugh. " Let's go find a bed, I have terrible jetlag." Vesper chuckled kissing her softly on on the lips. " You and me both replied.
Nightingale woke up, looking at the clock on their bedside table, it read 07:33. She was naked laying next to Vesper, her arm around her midriff. They had made love three times in the night, Nightingale felt better for Vesper's loving touch. She got up silently, not having the heart to wake her lover, she always looked so beautiful when she was asleep. Walking over to the window of their shared quarters, Nightingale watched the sun rise over the Thames, she glanced across the river. It felt strange, looking over to Whitechapel, the place were she and Steph had grown up. First in the orphanage, in Smithfields then with their foster family, the Crofts. Nightingale sighed, Steph, she wondered what she would make of having another sister and a mother. " My heart your awake. How are you?" The sound of Vesper's beautiful voice returned her to the present. " A lot better, for seeing you naked, my love." She said as she saw Vesper's naked body reflected in the window. Vesper encircled her arms around Nightingale's naked body, nuzzling her neck. " You have something on your mind, don't you Miranda?" As Nightingale, leant into her lover she told her everything. About Mother and 94. When she was finished, Vesper led her to the bed, sitting down. " Mother's your actual mother, and 94's your sister." She gently put her arm around Nightingale. " How do you feel about that?" Nightingale shook her head. " She wasn't my mother, she abandoned Steph and I. We had a mother, our foster mother she was good to us both, raised is right. Mother obviously valued her career more then us." She felt a pit in her stomach as she said that. " As for 94, I really cannot see the resemblance, she doesn't even look like me." Vesper touched her forehead to Nightingales. " Well neither did Mother, 94 though, dye Mother's hair black the resemblance is uncanny." Nightingale kissed her lover on the cheek. " I must take after my father, whoever he was." A knock at the door shifted their attention, it opened revealing the blonde pixie cut head of Reynolds. " Oh excuse me." She didn't turn away. " You guys have a briefing with me in 10 minutes. We have got a lead on Darkwatch." As she closed the door, her head shot back in " Don't forget to grab breakfast, see you in ten." The door closed. Vesper turned to Nightingale. "No rest for the wicked." She laughed as they both got dressed.
They grabbed a quick breakfast, two sausage sandwiches each, as they made their way to the Tech labs. There they were greeted by Carrie Reynolds, sporting an SI polo shirt and black cargo pants. " Miranda, Nadja good to see you both. We will have to catch up later, we have a mission for you."She slid them a dossier. " Our techs worked through the night, trying to piece together evidence from the bombing when they caught a break. They found bomb fragments, and explosives that could only be the signature of one man, Connor O'Reilly." Both women looked at their dossier and found his picture, he was a ginger man with a pockmarked face and a boxers noise. " It says here he used to be Provisional IRA, before he began turning tricks for the Darkwatch." Nightingale said as she gave the file to Vesper. " Ugly bastard isn't he." Reynolds smiled. " That he is. The stupid bastard, got himself caught in Paris by the Gendarmes. He flagged a terror watchlist, they will be extraditing him to the UK tomorrow. We want you, to intercept the prison transport, replace the two female officers and extract O'Reilly from the Gendarmes custody into ours." Vesper nodded. " You wish to make him talk, spill information on the Darkwatch cell that targeted New York, maybe even get us lead on Cross herself." Reynolds walked over to the tech table. " That's the hope, now. Operatives Lupa and Mira have both been briefed and will be going with you. They will assist you in setting up an ambush." She glanced to down to the table, where two pairs of black gloves lay on the table. Nightingale picked one up. " Are these what I think they are?" Reynolds grinned as she caught the eyes of the two operatives. " Oh yes. R&D have just cleared these for general issue. The new shock gloves, they are the hand-held version of the venerable shock pistol. Just one nerve pinch, shuts off the CNS. Paralyses the subject for up to twelve hours." Vesper raised her eyebrows "How do you know they work?" Reynolds flashed them a mischievous grin. " One of the tech guys in here, tried to hit on me. I tried to tell him that he's not really my type, but he couldn't take the hint. So I just touched him with the glove. That was 8 hours ago, he is still in the back sleeping it off." They all burst out laughing. When they finished, Nightingale smiled. " Good on you, Sparks. Have 94 and Fairchild already left?" Reynolds nodded her head. " Yeah. They left an hour before you did. Colorado I believe." Nightingale frowned, a little disappointed. There was so much she wanted to ask the mysterious assassin. Vesper, seeing her distress caressed her arm. " Not even a goodbye." She shook her head. " Well Paris. I have always wanted to go to Paris."
The Morning after, group 6 found themselves in a secluded back alley in Paris. " This as a certain feel of déjà vu about it, doesn't it?" Said Operative Lupa, as Vesper applied makeup to Nightingale, making it look it she had been the victim of a hit and run. " Operation Windfall, our finest hour. " She said as she looked at her lover Vesper, leaning in to share a kiss. The first phase of the plan were to acquire the uniforms and identities of two french paramedics, for Mira and Lupa. Using these to ambush the prison transport with a fake accident. Vesper and Nightingale had equipped the shock gloves, eager to put them to the test. Mira was busy reporting their 'accident'. As Vesper applied the finishing touches to a particularly nasty laceration to Nightingales forehead, Mira hung up. " Our uniforms will be on their way in five minutes, impressive response time." Vesper clapped her hands " Ok everyone let's hustle. Miranda, try to look, well dead." Nightingale shot her lover a mock look of outrage, as she lay prostrate on the floor. " Only for you my love." She said as she closed her eyes. The rest of them took their positions, as Vesper playing the distraught driver, the other two witnesses. Five minutes later, an ambulance entered the alley. As the vehicle pulled up, two female paramedics got out. They were both wearing wearing navy jumpsuits with the Asclepius on their left shoulders, with red lining on their epaulettes and pockets, with white visibility strips on their arms and legs. There feet covered with black work boots, and hands covered with blue surgical gloves. The letters EMT writ large on their backs. They were both young and attractive, the brunette, who was running up to a prone Nightingale, had high cheekbones with narrow brown eyes and a heart shaped face. Her long brown hair, done up in a ponytail that hung over her right shoulder. The other, who approached Vesper had short blonde shoulder length hair, with slender cheekbones, blue eyes and a rounded face. The blonde EMT walked up to Vesper, who did her best to act the distraught driver. " She just came out of nowhere, I didn't see her I swear." Mira shook her head pointing an accusing finger at her. " Bullshit, I saw everything. The bitch was on her cell. Just bowled her over, didn't look up." Vesper swore at her. The paramedic looked at all of them. " We all need to calm down. Madame, I think we need to call the police, this is a hit and run." As the brunette paramedic began to examine Nightingale, she flicked her eyes open. " Would you believe it, I'am alive, must be a miracle." She said as she gave the woman a nerve pinch to the neck with the shock glove, after a brief electric shock, the paramedic fell on her side unconscious. At the same time, Vesper merely smiled. " I don't think that will be necessary, my dear." She said as she gave the blonde a nerve pinch, she fell to the ground unconscious. " Nightingale got up looking at the glove in awe. " Wow, Sparks wasn't kidding. She just went down like a sack of spuds." As Mira and Lupa rushed to the fallen EMT's, Vesper went up to Nightingale. " Ok, get those uniforms on, we need to hit the prison van in 30 minutes. Ok Miranda, let's prepare the gas grenades." Nightingale nodded as gave Mira and Lupa their space.
Mira and Lupa stripped off their clothes, both completely naked. Mira turned to Lupa, " I will take the brunette, she's close to my size. You ok with the blonde, Lu." Lupa put a thumbs up. " It worked for me at Kestrel." Mira knelt beside the brunette paramedic and began to strip her. She started by unlacing the work boots, pulling them off her feet one at a time, slipping off the girl's ankle socks and putting them on her feet. Next, Mira, unzipped the jumpsuit, pulling the unconscious paramedic into a seated position, slipping it loose from her shoulders she let the body fall back to the ground, as she peeled off the jumpsuit from her body. She flicked the unconscious woman's arms up, as she pulled off the white undershirt, over her head. Mira's eyes widened as she saw the paramedics underwear. She was wearing a lacy one-piece white undergarment, as she started to peel the lacy underwear from the unconscious woman, Lupa looked over jealously " How come you always get the girls with the best underwear." She was already wearing the white camisole and solid black thong of the blonde paramedic. " Mira merely shrugged "Good old fashioned Russian luck, my friend." She teased as she worked the lacy garment from the brunettes body. Lupa merely snorted. When Mira was finished, she stepped into the lacy one-piece admiring the brunettes taste in underwear. She glanced down at the naked woman's body, she was athletic, slim with a lovely pair of well rounded firm C-cups with dark pink slightly pointed areolas, and small vulva crowned with a small tuft of brown pubic hair. Mira and Lupa finished getting dressed in their stolen uniforms, Mira glanced at the blonde she had small but firm pair of B-cup breasts, with circular light pink areolas, with a fuller vulva, crowned with with a trimmed triangular fuzz of golden pubic hair. Mira took out the mimic gun, taking a sample of the brunettes blood. After she became a carbon copy of the naked brunette, she tossed the gun to Lupa who assumed the form of the blonde, Mira knelt beside the naked brunette working her scrunchie out of her hair, copying her ponytail. When they were finished, they scooped up the naked women putting them into a nearby dumpster. They both walked towards Vesper and Nightingale. " So you went for the brunette, good choice." Said Nightingale approvingly, she turned to Lupa. " Blonde again, Lupa?" Lupa rubbed the back of her neck. " Don't get her started, Miranda. She will start going on about the girl's underwear next." Her voice sounded strange with the French accent. " Here I think you guys will be needing this." Mira handed the mimic gun to Vesper. " Alright, get in the ambulance. Everyone." Vesper said as she and Nightingale got into the back. " We hit the prison van next." Nightingale looped the Milcor MGL with the Morpheus grenades around her shoulder.
Officers Gabrielle Dubois and Marie Jurard, of the Gendarmes were already running behind schedule, as they decided to take the back alleys as a shortcut to the central prefecture. They were both young and fresh out of the academy. They both were attired in the same uniforms, a blue short sleeve shirt with their badges and nameplates on their left breasts, over which they wore a black Kevlar vest with "Police" on their backs. They each had gun belts around their waists with Glock 17's, pepper spray, handcuffs and baton equipped. Black uniform trousers, covered their legs ending in uniform black pumps. A blue forage cap, with the gendarme badge, perched on their heads completed the look. Gabrielle looked at herself in the side mirror, she was very beautiful, the talk of the station, with high cheekbones, almond shaped blue eyes, an angular face with auburn hair cut into a pixie style. Her partner, Marie was also attractive with shallow cheekbones, big brown eyes and a rounded face. She had her black hair done up in a short bun at the base of her neck. Gabrielle was also wearing her best black lace underwear, hoping that at last Marie would notice her, when they got back to the station. A strange site up ahead, threw Gabrielle back to the present, there was an ambulance up ahead. One paramedic was helping a blonde woman into the back. The other, a brunette in a ponytail flagged them down. Gabrielle winding down her window. " What's going on here, an accident?" She said. The paramedic smiled. " No my friends just need your truck and uniforms." Before the gendarmes could react, two gas grenades flew in flew in through the window. The two officers coughed and sputtered, as the white gas took hold. They both collapsed unconscious in their seats. Operative Nightingale, tore off her gas mask. " I fucking love those grenades."
She and Vesper, dragged the unconscious officers out of the van. " Looks like I'am going red this time." She said as she glanced at the sleeping french cop. Nightingale smiled. " Well you do like redheads. It's the brunette for me, it's been a while since I went brunette." They both stripped off their clothes, now completely naked Nightingale began to strip the unconscious gendarme. She started by removing the gunbelt and Kevlar vest, along with the black pumps, then unbuttoned the woman's shirt, pulling her up into a seated position she slipped the shirt from around her shoulders. Nightingale then reached around the brunettes back, unclasping the white floral lace bra, slipping it loose from the girls shoulders, she let the half naked body fell back to the ground, as she clasped on the bra over her breasts. The cop had a nice pair of well rounded, firm C-cup breasts with dark pink roundel shaped areolas, they were nice Nightingale thought, but Vesper had better. She moved on to the trousers, unbuttoning them working them past the officers shapely hips, peeling them off the body. She looked at the matching white floral lace shorts, that covered the officers modesty. "I love Paris." She said as she pulled off the underwear with one pull, exposing the now naked cops small vulva, crowned with a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Nightingale pulled the lacy underwear over her arse, feeling sexy. She finished getting dressed in the stolen Gendarmes uniform, putting the hat on head, Vesper who already assumed the form of the redheaded cop, and fully dressed, handed her the mimic gun. Nightingale took a sample of the brunettes blood, as she glanced at the naked redhead. She had a well rounded and buoyant pair of C-cups with red areolas, with a clean shaven vulva, both women were athletic and had taken good care of their bodies. As Nightingale, assumed the form of the brunette cop, she knelt by the naked woman working her scrunchie loose, and adopting her bun. Vesper walked over to her. " I must have a thing, for guards wearing racy underwear, more black lace." She smiled suggestively. Nightingale took her hands in hers. " You going to show me later? I will show you mine if you show me yours." She flirted as both women kissed passionately. When they pulled out, they dragged the naked unconscious officers to a nearby dumpster and threw them into it. After closing the lid, they walked back to Mira and Lupa who still were still the paramedics from earlier. " Ok, Mira and Lupa. Take the ambulance, meet you back at Paris station." Vesper said as the two operatives said their goodbyes, and drove away in the stolen ambulance. Nightingale and Vesper got into the prison truck. " Okay, let's go get our prisoner." Nightingale said as she drove the truck out of the alley.
They drove into the police prefecture, Vesper flashing the transfer order to the officer at the gate. " Be careful." He said. " He's Irish, so you can't get him to shut the fuck up." Vesper flashed him a wry smile. " Thanks for the heads up, I'am sure he will be the a perfect gentleman around us." The officer laughed as he removed the barrier, waving them through. Nightingale parked up the van, then both operatives got out. They saw the prisoner dressed in a orange prison jumpsuit, his arms and legs in chains. A french officer led him out flanked by two gendarmes armed with FAMAS rifles. " Okay, Irishman. Enjoy England, they are not as hospitable as we French." He laughed. The prisoner spat at his feet. " French pig." He grumbled, as Nightingale opened the back of the prison van, the two officers chaining him up inside. The French cop turned to Vesper. " It will be a long drive to Calais, if he gets to fresh or doesn't shut up, use your pepper spray." Vesper gripped her gunbelt. " Don't worry, he will be as gold with us, sergeant." He held out his hand. " Safe travels officer." Vesper shook his hand and saluted him, he returned it and walked away. Both operatives got into the prison truck, Nightingale drove the truck out of the prefecture, and drove towards the Ile de Cite, where the Paris Station was located.
It them 15 minutes to drive to the SI Paris station, their prisoner started to shout. " Wait your not cops, your SI. Fucking hell." Vesper squeezed Nightingales hand as they laughed at their prisoners utter confusion. As they drove into the underground parking lot, Mira and Lupa were already there, a squad of SI troopers, one armed with a shock rifle walked to meet them. Both operatives got out of the truck, as Nightingale opened the back of the van and lead the troopers to their prisoner. " He's all yours" She said, as she opened the cell door. The ginger Irishmen shouted " Long live Dar--" He didn't get chance to finish, as the trooper shot him with her shock rifle, and he was dragged out by two other soldiers. The French section head, Emmanuelle Descartes, who had dark raven hair and wore a trouser suit, walked up to both operatives. " Well done, Operatives. We will send word to London, and arrange a transfer in the morning. Get a shower, and perhaps a little alone time." She smiled as she walked away. Vesper span Nightingale around and kissed her passionately, ignoring the fact that Mira and Lupa were both watching. The two lovers, pulled out. After a short awkward silence, Mira spoke up " I like Descartes, can we swap Montague for her." They all laughed, as they walked up to the elevator.
"You expect me to trust Darkwatch's secret weapon, who as killed who knows how many innocents and as even struck against our interests! Out of the question, Operative Nightingale." Came the voice of London section head Alastair Montague, a middle aged man with balding blonde hair and square frame wire spectacles, over his pale blue eyes. They were in his office, a glass room overlooking the London stations bullring. 94 merely crossed her legs. " I have killed over 40 people if we are keeping score, but we have a more pressing matter. Cross and Darkwatch have to die, they are threat to you and I, maybe the world itself. We need each other." She concluded by throwing the section head a sassy look. It was Nightingale who spoke next, still dressed in her stolen BA uniform, she could feel the makings of a headache coming on. " You don't have to approve of her methods, I know I don't but 94 is right. We need to bury the hatchet, and work together. Cross cannot be allowed to get away with this, she attacked us almost killed my... I mean Mother. We need all the help we can get." She finished, massaging her temples with her fingers, Vesper seeing her lover's distress, took her hand and squeezed it. Montague sighed, he got up from his desk looking out into the bullring. " As the acting head of the SI, following the incapacition of Mother. I would be foolish to look a gift assassin in the mouth. Very well, I approve 94's and Fairchild's requests to be granted unofficial SI member status. You are not beholden to the Marrakech Proclamations, and nor will you be part of the chain of command, but you will receive your missions from me. Do we have an agreement." He held out his hand. 94 shook it and nodded in agreement. " But if you as much put a toe out of line, or you threaten our interests again. I will hold Operative Nightingale personally responsible. Clear." If the look 94 gave him could kill, he would dropped dead on the spot. Vesper shot out of her seat. " You bastard! How dare you! 94 is not her responsibility, she came in good faith, fuck she saved our lives in Tel Aviv. You have no right to judge her." Montague turned to Vesper " May I remind you are talking to a superior officer, Operative Vesper. We haven't even begun to discuss your relationship with Operative Nightingale." Suddenly Nightingale shot up and walked out of the office, she could no longer bear the sound of that bureaucratic asshole. Vesper shot Montague a deathly stare, before she followed her lover. Nightingale stood outside the office, tears welling up in her eyes. " I needed some air, I cannot be in there listening to that bastard." Tears begun to fall from her eyes. Vesper pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead. " Shh my heart. It's ok come here. Whatever you have to tell me you can in the morning. I will always be here, Miranda." Nightingale pulled out softly, looking into Vesper's eyes. She let out a weak laugh. " Let's go find a bed, I have terrible jetlag." Vesper chuckled kissing her softly on on the lips. " You and me both replied.
Nightingale woke up, looking at the clock on their bedside table, it read 07:33. She was naked laying next to Vesper, her arm around her midriff. They had made love three times in the night, Nightingale felt better for Vesper's loving touch. She got up silently, not having the heart to wake her lover, she always looked so beautiful when she was asleep. Walking over to the window of their shared quarters, Nightingale watched the sun rise over the Thames, she glanced across the river. It felt strange, looking over to Whitechapel, the place were she and Steph had grown up. First in the orphanage, in Smithfields then with their foster family, the Crofts. Nightingale sighed, Steph, she wondered what she would make of having another sister and a mother. " My heart your awake. How are you?" The sound of Vesper's beautiful voice returned her to the present. " A lot better, for seeing you naked, my love." She said as she saw Vesper's naked body reflected in the window. Vesper encircled her arms around Nightingale's naked body, nuzzling her neck. " You have something on your mind, don't you Miranda?" As Nightingale, leant into her lover she told her everything. About Mother and 94. When she was finished, Vesper led her to the bed, sitting down. " Mother's your actual mother, and 94's your sister." She gently put her arm around Nightingale. " How do you feel about that?" Nightingale shook her head. " She wasn't my mother, she abandoned Steph and I. We had a mother, our foster mother she was good to us both, raised is right. Mother obviously valued her career more then us." She felt a pit in her stomach as she said that. " As for 94, I really cannot see the resemblance, she doesn't even look like me." Vesper touched her forehead to Nightingales. " Well neither did Mother, 94 though, dye Mother's hair black the resemblance is uncanny." Nightingale kissed her lover on the cheek. " I must take after my father, whoever he was." A knock at the door shifted their attention, it opened revealing the blonde pixie cut head of Reynolds. " Oh excuse me." She didn't turn away. " You guys have a briefing with me in 10 minutes. We have got a lead on Darkwatch." As she closed the door, her head shot back in " Don't forget to grab breakfast, see you in ten." The door closed. Vesper turned to Nightingale. "No rest for the wicked." She laughed as they both got dressed.
They grabbed a quick breakfast, two sausage sandwiches each, as they made their way to the Tech labs. There they were greeted by Carrie Reynolds, sporting an SI polo shirt and black cargo pants. " Miranda, Nadja good to see you both. We will have to catch up later, we have a mission for you."She slid them a dossier. " Our techs worked through the night, trying to piece together evidence from the bombing when they caught a break. They found bomb fragments, and explosives that could only be the signature of one man, Connor O'Reilly." Both women looked at their dossier and found his picture, he was a ginger man with a pockmarked face and a boxers noise. " It says here he used to be Provisional IRA, before he began turning tricks for the Darkwatch." Nightingale said as she gave the file to Vesper. " Ugly bastard isn't he." Reynolds smiled. " That he is. The stupid bastard, got himself caught in Paris by the Gendarmes. He flagged a terror watchlist, they will be extraditing him to the UK tomorrow. We want you, to intercept the prison transport, replace the two female officers and extract O'Reilly from the Gendarmes custody into ours." Vesper nodded. " You wish to make him talk, spill information on the Darkwatch cell that targeted New York, maybe even get us lead on Cross herself." Reynolds walked over to the tech table. " That's the hope, now. Operatives Lupa and Mira have both been briefed and will be going with you. They will assist you in setting up an ambush." She glanced to down to the table, where two pairs of black gloves lay on the table. Nightingale picked one up. " Are these what I think they are?" Reynolds grinned as she caught the eyes of the two operatives. " Oh yes. R&D have just cleared these for general issue. The new shock gloves, they are the hand-held version of the venerable shock pistol. Just one nerve pinch, shuts off the CNS. Paralyses the subject for up to twelve hours." Vesper raised her eyebrows "How do you know they work?" Reynolds flashed them a mischievous grin. " One of the tech guys in here, tried to hit on me. I tried to tell him that he's not really my type, but he couldn't take the hint. So I just touched him with the glove. That was 8 hours ago, he is still in the back sleeping it off." They all burst out laughing. When they finished, Nightingale smiled. " Good on you, Sparks. Have 94 and Fairchild already left?" Reynolds nodded her head. " Yeah. They left an hour before you did. Colorado I believe." Nightingale frowned, a little disappointed. There was so much she wanted to ask the mysterious assassin. Vesper, seeing her distress caressed her arm. " Not even a goodbye." She shook her head. " Well Paris. I have always wanted to go to Paris."
The Morning after, group 6 found themselves in a secluded back alley in Paris. " This as a certain feel of déjà vu about it, doesn't it?" Said Operative Lupa, as Vesper applied makeup to Nightingale, making it look it she had been the victim of a hit and run. " Operation Windfall, our finest hour. " She said as she looked at her lover Vesper, leaning in to share a kiss. The first phase of the plan were to acquire the uniforms and identities of two french paramedics, for Mira and Lupa. Using these to ambush the prison transport with a fake accident. Vesper and Nightingale had equipped the shock gloves, eager to put them to the test. Mira was busy reporting their 'accident'. As Vesper applied the finishing touches to a particularly nasty laceration to Nightingales forehead, Mira hung up. " Our uniforms will be on their way in five minutes, impressive response time." Vesper clapped her hands " Ok everyone let's hustle. Miranda, try to look, well dead." Nightingale shot her lover a mock look of outrage, as she lay prostrate on the floor. " Only for you my love." She said as she closed her eyes. The rest of them took their positions, as Vesper playing the distraught driver, the other two witnesses. Five minutes later, an ambulance entered the alley. As the vehicle pulled up, two female paramedics got out. They were both wearing wearing navy jumpsuits with the Asclepius on their left shoulders, with red lining on their epaulettes and pockets, with white visibility strips on their arms and legs. There feet covered with black work boots, and hands covered with blue surgical gloves. The letters EMT writ large on their backs. They were both young and attractive, the brunette, who was running up to a prone Nightingale, had high cheekbones with narrow brown eyes and a heart shaped face. Her long brown hair, done up in a ponytail that hung over her right shoulder. The other, who approached Vesper had short blonde shoulder length hair, with slender cheekbones, blue eyes and a rounded face. The blonde EMT walked up to Vesper, who did her best to act the distraught driver. " She just came out of nowhere, I didn't see her I swear." Mira shook her head pointing an accusing finger at her. " Bullshit, I saw everything. The bitch was on her cell. Just bowled her over, didn't look up." Vesper swore at her. The paramedic looked at all of them. " We all need to calm down. Madame, I think we need to call the police, this is a hit and run." As the brunette paramedic began to examine Nightingale, she flicked her eyes open. " Would you believe it, I'am alive, must be a miracle." She said as she gave the woman a nerve pinch to the neck with the shock glove, after a brief electric shock, the paramedic fell on her side unconscious. At the same time, Vesper merely smiled. " I don't think that will be necessary, my dear." She said as she gave the blonde a nerve pinch, she fell to the ground unconscious. " Nightingale got up looking at the glove in awe. " Wow, Sparks wasn't kidding. She just went down like a sack of spuds." As Mira and Lupa rushed to the fallen EMT's, Vesper went up to Nightingale. " Ok, get those uniforms on, we need to hit the prison van in 30 minutes. Ok Miranda, let's prepare the gas grenades." Nightingale nodded as gave Mira and Lupa their space.
Mira and Lupa stripped off their clothes, both completely naked. Mira turned to Lupa, " I will take the brunette, she's close to my size. You ok with the blonde, Lu." Lupa put a thumbs up. " It worked for me at Kestrel." Mira knelt beside the brunette paramedic and began to strip her. She started by unlacing the work boots, pulling them off her feet one at a time, slipping off the girl's ankle socks and putting them on her feet. Next, Mira, unzipped the jumpsuit, pulling the unconscious paramedic into a seated position, slipping it loose from her shoulders she let the body fall back to the ground, as she peeled off the jumpsuit from her body. She flicked the unconscious woman's arms up, as she pulled off the white undershirt, over her head. Mira's eyes widened as she saw the paramedics underwear. She was wearing a lacy one-piece white undergarment, as she started to peel the lacy underwear from the unconscious woman, Lupa looked over jealously " How come you always get the girls with the best underwear." She was already wearing the white camisole and solid black thong of the blonde paramedic. " Mira merely shrugged "Good old fashioned Russian luck, my friend." She teased as she worked the lacy garment from the brunettes body. Lupa merely snorted. When Mira was finished, she stepped into the lacy one-piece admiring the brunettes taste in underwear. She glanced down at the naked woman's body, she was athletic, slim with a lovely pair of well rounded firm C-cups with dark pink slightly pointed areolas, and small vulva crowned with a small tuft of brown pubic hair. Mira and Lupa finished getting dressed in their stolen uniforms, Mira glanced at the blonde she had small but firm pair of B-cup breasts, with circular light pink areolas, with a fuller vulva, crowned with with a trimmed triangular fuzz of golden pubic hair. Mira took out the mimic gun, taking a sample of the brunettes blood. After she became a carbon copy of the naked brunette, she tossed the gun to Lupa who assumed the form of the blonde, Mira knelt beside the naked brunette working her scrunchie out of her hair, copying her ponytail. When they were finished, they scooped up the naked women putting them into a nearby dumpster. They both walked towards Vesper and Nightingale. " So you went for the brunette, good choice." Said Nightingale approvingly, she turned to Lupa. " Blonde again, Lupa?" Lupa rubbed the back of her neck. " Don't get her started, Miranda. She will start going on about the girl's underwear next." Her voice sounded strange with the French accent. " Here I think you guys will be needing this." Mira handed the mimic gun to Vesper. " Alright, get in the ambulance. Everyone." Vesper said as she and Nightingale got into the back. " We hit the prison van next." Nightingale looped the Milcor MGL with the Morpheus grenades around her shoulder.
Officers Gabrielle Dubois and Marie Jurard, of the Gendarmes were already running behind schedule, as they decided to take the back alleys as a shortcut to the central prefecture. They were both young and fresh out of the academy. They both were attired in the same uniforms, a blue short sleeve shirt with their badges and nameplates on their left breasts, over which they wore a black Kevlar vest with "Police" on their backs. They each had gun belts around their waists with Glock 17's, pepper spray, handcuffs and baton equipped. Black uniform trousers, covered their legs ending in uniform black pumps. A blue forage cap, with the gendarme badge, perched on their heads completed the look. Gabrielle looked at herself in the side mirror, she was very beautiful, the talk of the station, with high cheekbones, almond shaped blue eyes, an angular face with auburn hair cut into a pixie style. Her partner, Marie was also attractive with shallow cheekbones, big brown eyes and a rounded face. She had her black hair done up in a short bun at the base of her neck. Gabrielle was also wearing her best black lace underwear, hoping that at last Marie would notice her, when they got back to the station. A strange site up ahead, threw Gabrielle back to the present, there was an ambulance up ahead. One paramedic was helping a blonde woman into the back. The other, a brunette in a ponytail flagged them down. Gabrielle winding down her window. " What's going on here, an accident?" She said. The paramedic smiled. " No my friends just need your truck and uniforms." Before the gendarmes could react, two gas grenades flew in flew in through the window. The two officers coughed and sputtered, as the white gas took hold. They both collapsed unconscious in their seats. Operative Nightingale, tore off her gas mask. " I fucking love those grenades."
She and Vesper, dragged the unconscious officers out of the van. " Looks like I'am going red this time." She said as she glanced at the sleeping french cop. Nightingale smiled. " Well you do like redheads. It's the brunette for me, it's been a while since I went brunette." They both stripped off their clothes, now completely naked Nightingale began to strip the unconscious gendarme. She started by removing the gunbelt and Kevlar vest, along with the black pumps, then unbuttoned the woman's shirt, pulling her up into a seated position she slipped the shirt from around her shoulders. Nightingale then reached around the brunettes back, unclasping the white floral lace bra, slipping it loose from the girls shoulders, she let the half naked body fell back to the ground, as she clasped on the bra over her breasts. The cop had a nice pair of well rounded, firm C-cup breasts with dark pink roundel shaped areolas, they were nice Nightingale thought, but Vesper had better. She moved on to the trousers, unbuttoning them working them past the officers shapely hips, peeling them off the body. She looked at the matching white floral lace shorts, that covered the officers modesty. "I love Paris." She said as she pulled off the underwear with one pull, exposing the now naked cops small vulva, crowned with a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Nightingale pulled the lacy underwear over her arse, feeling sexy. She finished getting dressed in the stolen Gendarmes uniform, putting the hat on head, Vesper who already assumed the form of the redheaded cop, and fully dressed, handed her the mimic gun. Nightingale took a sample of the brunettes blood, as she glanced at the naked redhead. She had a well rounded and buoyant pair of C-cups with red areolas, with a clean shaven vulva, both women were athletic and had taken good care of their bodies. As Nightingale, assumed the form of the brunette cop, she knelt by the naked woman working her scrunchie loose, and adopting her bun. Vesper walked over to her. " I must have a thing, for guards wearing racy underwear, more black lace." She smiled suggestively. Nightingale took her hands in hers. " You going to show me later? I will show you mine if you show me yours." She flirted as both women kissed passionately. When they pulled out, they dragged the naked unconscious officers to a nearby dumpster and threw them into it. After closing the lid, they walked back to Mira and Lupa who still were still the paramedics from earlier. " Ok, Mira and Lupa. Take the ambulance, meet you back at Paris station." Vesper said as the two operatives said their goodbyes, and drove away in the stolen ambulance. Nightingale and Vesper got into the prison truck. " Okay, let's go get our prisoner." Nightingale said as she drove the truck out of the alley.
They drove into the police prefecture, Vesper flashing the transfer order to the officer at the gate. " Be careful." He said. " He's Irish, so you can't get him to shut the fuck up." Vesper flashed him a wry smile. " Thanks for the heads up, I'am sure he will be the a perfect gentleman around us." The officer laughed as he removed the barrier, waving them through. Nightingale parked up the van, then both operatives got out. They saw the prisoner dressed in a orange prison jumpsuit, his arms and legs in chains. A french officer led him out flanked by two gendarmes armed with FAMAS rifles. " Okay, Irishman. Enjoy England, they are not as hospitable as we French." He laughed. The prisoner spat at his feet. " French pig." He grumbled, as Nightingale opened the back of the prison van, the two officers chaining him up inside. The French cop turned to Vesper. " It will be a long drive to Calais, if he gets to fresh or doesn't shut up, use your pepper spray." Vesper gripped her gunbelt. " Don't worry, he will be as gold with us, sergeant." He held out his hand. " Safe travels officer." Vesper shook his hand and saluted him, he returned it and walked away. Both operatives got into the prison truck, Nightingale drove the truck out of the prefecture, and drove towards the Ile de Cite, where the Paris Station was located.
It them 15 minutes to drive to the SI Paris station, their prisoner started to shout. " Wait your not cops, your SI. Fucking hell." Vesper squeezed Nightingales hand as they laughed at their prisoners utter confusion. As they drove into the underground parking lot, Mira and Lupa were already there, a squad of SI troopers, one armed with a shock rifle walked to meet them. Both operatives got out of the truck, as Nightingale opened the back of the van and lead the troopers to their prisoner. " He's all yours" She said, as she opened the cell door. The ginger Irishmen shouted " Long live Dar--" He didn't get chance to finish, as the trooper shot him with her shock rifle, and he was dragged out by two other soldiers. The French section head, Emmanuelle Descartes, who had dark raven hair and wore a trouser suit, walked up to both operatives. " Well done, Operatives. We will send word to London, and arrange a transfer in the morning. Get a shower, and perhaps a little alone time." She smiled as she walked away. Vesper span Nightingale around and kissed her passionately, ignoring the fact that Mira and Lupa were both watching. The two lovers, pulled out. After a short awkward silence, Mira spoke up " I like Descartes, can we swap Montague for her." They all laughed, as they walked up to the elevator.
