SI:S2 Ep5 Operation Swordfish
Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2023 1:50 am
Following their successful escape from Darkwatch Headquarters, Operatives Nightingale and Vesper return, alongside 94 and Fairchild, to SI London. They will first expose the traitor Montague, then using the Mercer files they hope to plot their next move against the Darkwatch. Now without any further ado."
" That's twice in two weeks, you have to stop doing this to us." Came the voice of Operative Lupa as she gave her friends, Nightingale and Vesper huge bear hugs. Mira rolled her eyes behind her back. " I kept on telling her, they will escape and come back to us. I mean you two are our power couple, the devil himself couldn't cage you, but you know Lupa, forever the worrywart." Lupa went bright red with embarrassment. The group were in the lobby of SI London, alongside 94 and Fairchild. " We will go to Reynolds, and get the Mercer files to her. There is an audio file on there that will make Montague pucker up something royally. " Vesper and Nightingale were still dressed in their stolen Darkwatch uniforms, they hadn't the time to get changed during the ride home. " I think me and my lover will pay Montague a little visit." Said Nightingale as she cracked her knuckles. " Do you guys have your MK2's with you?" Mira and Lupa handed them their shock pistols. " Can we come and watch? I want to seem him squirm as you shock him." Asked Lupa. Vesper turned to her lover. "What do you think my heart? The more the merrier?" The lovers lent in to share a passionate kiss. " The more the merrier." Repeated Nightingale as they pulled out. The group laughed as they walked into the elevator. Nightingale could feel the anticipation of confronting that bastard Montague surge in her breast, next to Vesper bounced on heels. " Then after Montague, we have so much sex." Despite the fact they were in a crowded elevator, Nightingale passionately kissed her lover. " Like you wouldn't believe, my love." She answered. as they came up for air.
Nightingale and Vesper stalked through the bullring, towards Montagues office, with Mira and Lupa in tow. The sound of Montagues incriminating audio recording blearing out across the tannoys. They were drawing looks from analysts and operatives alike, as they approached armed towards the stairs that lead to Montague's office. There are squad of SI troopers carrying shock rifles, were waiting for them. Nightingale addressed the Sergeant leading them. "Unless you are here to get shot, get out of our way." The Sergeant shook her head. " No ma'am. We are here to assist you. As soon as we heard the recording, we thought you could use the back up." Nightingale took a deep breath. " Sorry, Sergeant. We have had a really long day. We appreciate the assist, Vesper and I will subdue the traitorous bastard. Then he his all yours." The Sergeant smiled beneath her balaclava. " Works for me, squad fall in." The SI squad fell in behind the four operatives, as they made their way up to Montagues office. The squad took up position outside the office, as the four operatives entered the traitors office. Montague did a double take when saw Nightingale and Vesper. " What?! It cannot be, you were supposed to be.." The two operatives raised their weapons, aiming squarely at his chest. " ... Dead, captured. Dropped the face of the Earth." Nightingale cut across him. " Me and my lover were captured, forced to endure the deluded rantings of a fanatic. Now we have come to collect." Snarled Vesper, Nightingale loved it when she got angry. Instead of cowering Montague stood his ground. " Yes I sold you out. I have spent 40 years in the SI, pandering to those above me, appeasing the bureaucrats that run this world into the primordial muck, and what did I get for it? Nothing. Only to see cocky young agents like you four , swagger in take all the glory while distinguished agents like me are left to fly desk." Nightingale and her lover snorted in derision. " So you got passed over one too many times, my heart fucking bleeds." Vesper snarled. Montague sat in his chair, smugly checking his cufflinks. " I found Darkwatch, they recognise my talents my commitment. They will rise, cleansing the Earth of the bureau-- ah!" Vesper and Nightingale leant into a passionate kiss, at the same time they shot Montague twice in the chest with their shock pistols, he tumbled off his chair hitting the floor unconscious. " That was so fucking hot." Squealed Lupa as the two lovers pulled out. " I have heard that bullshit before, once is enough." Vesper laughed as she kissed Nightingale again. " He's all yours Sergeant. Give him the penthouse suite." The Sergeant saluted Nightingale as the four walked out of the office. She had Vesper held hands as they turned to their friends. " Now if you will excuse us. Vesper and I are going to bed. We have had a bloody long day." They handed the shock pistols back to Mira and Lupa and bade their friends farewell.
The next morning, Vesper and Nightingale lay naked intertwined on their double bed. They had made love five times during the night, working off the stress of their ordeal at the Darkwatch platform. Nightingale woke first, running her fingers through Vesper's blonde hair taking care not to wake her lover. She looked so beautiful when she slept. A few minutes later, Vesper stirred smiling as she awoke to her lovers face. " Morning, sleepyhead. Last night was amazing. I never knew we had such stamina." Vesper placed her hand on Nightingales ass, caressing it. " You were amazing. We were close yesterday. Too close." Nightingale caressed her lovers arm, drawing soft sigh of arousal from her. " When I saw you drop, after the bullet hit. I don't want to see that again." Vesper drew her lover closer into a loving embrace. " Be we got out, we were magnificent. We escaped, they couldn't break us. I'am not going anywhere, neither are you." Nightingale felt her doubts fade away at her lovers determination, they lent in and kissed passionately. " Nadja, Let's get married after the next mission. I don't want to wait, not anymore." Vesper smiled, gently caressed Nightingales ass. " Nothing would please me more, my heart." Suddenly, the door to their room opened , it was Reynolds. " Oh! Excuse me. Descartes wants to see you." Nightingale rose out of bed. " Descartes, the Paris station head?" Reynolds nodded. "Uh-huh. She was next in line after Montague. We have found something on the Mercer files it's big, don't forget to--" Vesper through a pillow at the door. " Grab breakfast, get out of here. Reynolds." She laughed as she closed the door behind. Vesper turned to her fiancée, shaking her head. " Didn't that girl's parents teach her to knock before entering." Nightingale laughed as she kissed Vesper on the cheek.
After they got dressed, and grabbed some toast from the canteen, the lovers made their way into the bullring. There 94 was in a meeting with Descartes whose face was on the large screen. " Operatives Nightingale and Vesper, I'am pleased to see you both unscathed from your recent capture. I was just discussing the findings from the Mercer files, and it is most troubling." 94 uncrossed her arms. " I think might recognise the bioweapons we discovered at the Darkwatch platform. During our anti-consortium operations, I was sent to Sapienza to eliminate a consortium member and his bioweapons programme. I destroyed the virus myself, or so I believed." Descartes shifted in her chair. " Yes, I have the report here. But you cannot be sure." 94 shook her head. " If we were able to retrieve samples of the weapon, then we can be sure." Descartes nodded. " I agree. Thank you, Agent 94. I have a mission for you and Fairchild. Go to Argentina, we believe the Darkwatch are trafficking drugs to found their operations. It's high time we put a stop to that." 94 nodded in agreement. As she turned to leave, she leant into Nightingales ear. " When we get back. We should have that talk, sister." She laid a hand on Nightingales shoulder, and nodded to Vesper then left. Descartes turned to the two operatives. " Now then, let's discuss Operation Swordfish."
Descartes pressed a button on her keyboard. Next to her came the satellite image of a container ship, in the Atlantic ocean. " This is the SS Northern Star according to the ship's registry she operates out of Dublin, but actually it's a Darkwatch transport ship. According to Mercer's files, this and four other ships are responsible for the transport and delivery of the bioweapon. Your objective is to board the vessel, subdue the Darkwatch personnel abroad the ship and seize the bioweapon, we count 4 Darkwatch troopers plus one officer, all female, and the civilian bridge crew. We then analyse it, to see if 94's hunch was right. The ship is currently bound for New York harbour, intercept it before it docks." Nightingale nodded. " I have an idea, where is the nearest US Coastguard station, relative to the ship?" Descartes looked to her monitor. " Our intel says a small outpost near Coney Island, an all female crew of four with one cutter. Tell me you plan Operative Nightingale." Vesper smiled at her, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze. " Group 6 will subdue the Coastguard stationed there, steal their uniforms, identities and cutter. Then we board the ship under a fake inspection. But we will need assistance, in subduing the Darkwatch crew." Descartes smiled. " The 1st squad of the 3rd IRT, have just returned from an operation in Stockholm. I will send word ahead, they will be happy to assist you. I can see what Evelyn saw it in you. You are a credit to the SI, good luck and be careful in New York." The two operatives saluted the screen, then it went black.
The four operatives, exited their zodiac near the coastguard station, under the cover of night they were hidden in the rocks below. Nightingale felt her earpiece crackle. " Operative Nightingale? This is Sergeant Pavlova, 1st squad 3rd IRT. It's an honour to be working with the legends of group 6. I have Donnelly, Foley, Tanaka and Vanderbilt with me. We are on the other side of the station. Over. Nightingale glanced in the direction of the amusement park, a beacon in the darkness. " Roger that. Stay in cover. Once we have secured the station and acquired the uniforms, we will signal you to move in. Copy?" Pavlova answered in the affirmative. Nightingale turned to her lover, who was scanning the base with her Night Vision binoculars. " So my love, what have we got?" Vesper passed her fiancée the field glasses, followed by a kiss on the cheek. " One guard on the gate, Lu. She is your just your size. Even without the mimic gun." Nightingale focused on the sentry walking the perimeter. " A sexy Latina, that's new. Mira she's all yours." Mira took the binoculars to take a peak. " She is cute, very nice tits." She handed them back to Nightingale. " That leaves the two Caucasians in the radio shack, one brown haired beauty, the other blonde. Interesting, the brunette is an officer, a CPO. She's mine." Vesper laughed " Come one, heart. You were the officer last time. Besides you like blondes." Nightingale put down the binoculars, and shot her lover a mock look of outrage. " Israeli, blondes remember. Alright." She held out her hand. " Best of three." Vesper shook her head, and smiled. " Prepare to lose, sweetheart." The first round went to Nightingale, scissors against paper, but Vesper hit back with Scissors and finally rock. " Dammit, ok you win, only because I let you." Nightingale said defensively as her lover laughed in triumph. They lent in to kiss passionately. " Ok, let's go get our uniforms." Nightingale said as Vesper readied the Grenade Launcher loaded with Morpheus gas grenades.
For Able Seaman Anna Gutierrez, this was just another boring night in a boring posting. She thought that being posted to Coney Island, would mean she could jump on the amusements or maybe grab a cute guy and get lucky, but no she was on sentry duty while everyone else was having fun. At 23, she thought that joining the USCG would mean all the men would flock to her, after who doesn't dig a chick in uniform. A uniform, that hugged her slim athletic figure perfectly consisted of a blue uniform short sleeve shirt and pants, with black sensible shoes and black socks on her feet, under which she wore a navy blue undershirt, with solid black bikini cut shorts, she elected to go braless. Her name displayed proudly on her left breast and the name of her service on the right, her rank on her lapels. A baseball cap with the legend " US Coastguard" stitched in gold thread and her deployment location perched on her head. She could a glimpse of her reflection in the bunkhouse window, liking what she saw. She had high cheekbones, big brown almond shaped eyes and a heart shaped face, with lovely tanned skin, her long black hair, done up in a ponytail looped through the back of her baseball cap. Gutierrez yawned in boredom as she looped her M16 assault rifle over shoulder, was unaware that an intruder had rolled under the perimeter fence behind her. Quickly she felt the sensation of her feet being kicked out from under her, stunned by the sudden fall, Guiterrez felt a brief electric shock as her Vagus nerve was pinched, she let out a brief quiet sound of arousal before she fell unconscious. Mira, got up taking off her shock glove, as she signalled Nightingale. "Mira, here. The Latina is sleeping like a kitten."
Petty Officer Chloe Hinada, was busy flicking through a copy of playboy monthly, as she was manning the guard post at USCG Coney Island. As she looked at the nice figure of the centrefold girl, marvelling at the natural C-cups she possessed. Whoever said playboy was just for men was being anti-lesbian. She put her magazine down, briefly to drink her coffee, catching her reflection in the window. She had the high cheekbones, rounded face and slanted brown eyes, common to most Japanese-American women, along with chestnut coloured pixie cut hair. Features that she had used to hook up with many a girl, who digged her exotic looks. She went back to her magazine, unaware that she was being stalked. Out of nowhere, she felt an electric shock pinch at her Vagus nerve from behind, having the tiniest of orgasms before she slumped into her chair unconscious. Agent Mira, slipped off her shock glove. " This is Lupa. Checkpoint clear." She stopped to to take drink from the guards coffee, as she glanced at the fallen magazine, her eyebrows rising in appreciation.
For CPO Sharon Drake and PO Fiona Dietrich, this was just like any other poker night. At 23 and 24 respectively, they didn't mind being posted here, it was uneventful boring even, but it meant that Fiona could take Sharon to the cleaners every Saturday. Sharon was pretty, with her dark brown hair done up in a curled ponytail that looped through her baseball cap, with shallow cheekbones, narrow blue eyes and a slightly squared chin. Fiona was a blonde haired, blue eyed all American girl, her long locks done up in a bun at the base of her skull, with open doe eyes, high cheekbones and angular face. She managed to win a straight hand yet again, her suspicion that Sharon let her win again only grew. "Seriously, no one is this bad at card's. I think you are letting me win." Fiona said as she dragged the pot towards her. Sharon crossed her legs, smiling widely. " Why would I do a thing like that?" Always the tease. Fiona got up and sat next to her. " You know why, Sharon. We haven't talked since we kissed in the shower." Sharon caressed her forearm, stirring feelings of arousal in her subordinate. " What's there to talk about, we have liked each other since basic training. We shouldn't have to hide our feelings." Fiona turned away angry. " There is plenty, to talk about. What if our superiors find out. It's fraternisation, we could get kicked out, besides you are my superior." Sharon gently pulled Fiona's face to look at look. " Come on, Fifi where is your sense of adventure. You want this, I now you do." As Fiona and Sharon, surrended to their desires they lent into kiss. But before their lips could connect, two gas grenades sailed through the radio shack door. The two women coughed and spluttered, as the white gas took hold, collapsing on top of each other. As the gas cleared, Vesper and Nightingale tore off their gas masks. "For fuck's sake, if you going kiss her, do it, don't sit there talking about it." Quipped Nightingale as Vesper sniggered lowering the launcher and pulling her lover into a kiss.
With the station secure, Mira and Lupa brought their marks, laying them down next to each other. Nightingale rubbed her hands together. " Ok ladies, here comes the fun part." After stripping off their catsuits, now naked, group 6'began to strip the unconscious women. Nightingale, started by removing the woman's hat from her head, then unlaced the woman's shoes, revealing small feet covered by black socks, Nightingale slipped these over her feet. She unbuttoned the woman's uniform shirt, pulling her up into a seated postion slipping it off her shoulders. Flicking the woman's arms up, Nightingale pulled off the undershirt, over the woman's head, revealing a racy black lace wonderbra covering her B-cups. " Hey Nadja, black lace again. It's been a good week for me first Greene, now this Dietrich bird." Nightingale said as she reached around the unconscious woman's back, unclasping her bra. Vesper raising an eye brow. " Kinky, you can tell she had the hots for Drake. Ok what do we have under your hood." As Vesper removed the officers undershirt, she cursed under her breath, causing Mira and Lupa to look up. " No, not again. Standard, fucking, Issue." The unconscious officer was wearing a long black vest. " Damn conservative bitch." She swore as the group laughed at her expense. Nightingale slipped off Dietrichs' bra, letting her half naked corspe fall back to the ground, her small but buoyant B-cups, with small pink rose petal areolas, wobbling under the impact, Nightingale, clasped the bra over her bare breasts. She then unbuttoned the woman's trousers. " Hey mines wearing a white lace bralette and thong, you can practically see right throught them." Said Lupa, as Vesper rolled her eyes, stripping off the officer's trousers. Nightingale worked the trousers from around Dietrich's hips, peeling them off her long toned legs, freeing them from her body. " You have my sympathies, Vesper, mines wearing standard issue too. No bra though, very nice." Vesper turned to her lover. Grinning broadly. " That's ok, Miranda is the only woman for me." They reached out and squeezed hands, before Nightingale pulled off Dietrichs black lace thong, exposing a small vulva crowned with a small trimmed strip of golden pubic hair. She then pulled on the racy undergarment over her bare vagina, then got dressed in the rest of her stolen uniform. Vesper, passed around the mimic gun, each woman assuming the form of their chosen marks. Nightingale then removed Dietrich's scrunchie, assuming her blonde bun. Vesper had copied the officers curled ponytail and Mira the Latinas ponytail. When they were finished, they picked up the naked unconscious women carrying them outside to a dumpster, and tossed them in one at a time. As Lupa closed the dumpster, Nightingale signalled Pavlova. " Station secured, disguises acquired, proceed to phase 2.
Pavlova gripped Nightingale's wrist. " That was some fine work, we saw it from here. Those mimic guns are something else." Nightingale held it out " Do you want to try, you actually get used to it. Myself it makes me feel a little aroused." Pavlova waved it off. " Not for me or my girls, we are fine with just stealing uniforms." Vesper walked to her lover. " Ok everyone, onto the cutter. We have an inspection to perform." She said but paused when she two familiar faces amongst Pavlova's team. Nightingale raised her eyebrows, seeing her lover's expression. As the team walked towards the cutter, Nightingale fell in beside her fiancée. " What's up with you, love? You look like you seen a ghost." Vesper whispered into her ear. " You see those two, there. Remember them, Chestnut and her girlfriend." Nightingale looked at them. " Bloody hell, it's them. From Ireland. There on our side now. " Vesper nodded. "We should meet them, couple to couple. Hear their side of the story." Nightingale kissed her lover on the cheek. "Good idea, I did feel like shit after for shocking them before they made out." They got on the cutter, hiding 1st squad under a blue tarpaulin, then put on life jackets and armed themselves with M16 rifles with sell their disguises. Vesper switched on the boats engine, revving the engine and pulling free of the dock.
As the SS Northern Star came into view, Vesper took up the ships loudspeaker. " SS Northern Star, this the Coast Guard cutter Spirit of Liberty, heave to immediately and prepare for routine inspection." Vesper commanded in her most authoritative voice. The ship cut its engines, as their stolen coast guard cutter pulled up alongside. The four operatives, climbed aboard the Darkwatch vessel, met by a particularly harried looking young female officer with auburn hair. " What's this about, we are private operation." Vesper tapped her clipboard. " Ma'am, this a new policy change. There as been a marked increase in drug trafficking in these waters. Now why don't we take this up to the bridge, and allow us to do our jobs. We can start with your manifest." The officer flustered a little before she gave in. " Right this way, Chief Petty Officer." She said as she lead them towards rhe bridge.
As she walked her regular patrol route on the starboard side, Darkwatch Sentry Kelly Vickers, a pretty dark haired sentry with shoulder length black hair, thought she saw a shadow from the direction of the docked USCG cutter, as she prepared to unsling her CTAR-21 rifle to investigate, Kelly was hit in the chest with a shock round. After a brief electric shock, and a small sigh of pain she fell forward onto the deck, out cold. A black clad figure, a member of the 1st squad hopped over the side of the ship. Holstering her Mk2 shock pistol, she rushed over to the fallen sentry, stripping off her wetsuit. " This is Tanaka, sentry one down. Conducting Disguise." She said into her earpiece, as stripped the unconscious sentry out of her uniform. She quickly got dressed, picking up the sheer black underwear clad body of the sleeping sentry, and tossing her onto the coast guard cutter.
Sentries Diana Morrision and Maria Del Monte, one with ash blonde hair the other a dark haired latina, had decided to stop on their patrol for a crafty cigarette each at the bow, unaware as two members of 1st squad crept up behind them. The last thing they registered was brief electric shocks, as their Vagus nerves were pinched with shock gloves, both women let out brief sounds of arousal before they collasped unconscious. Siobhan Donnelly and her girlfriend Annabeth Foley, kissed each other passionately, before stripping out of their wetsuits. " Donnelly and Foley here. Sentries 2 and 3 out for the count. conducting disguise. Both women stripped the downed Darkwatch sentries down to their black sheer regulation underwear. When they finished getting dressed, they stashed the two sleeping women into an open crate and closed the lid.
At the stern of the ship, sentries Claudia Jeffries and Julia Kerrigan, decided it was the best time, to sneak in a kiss while LT Harrison was busy with rhe Coastguard. As the dark haired Claudia locked her lips with her ginger partner Julia, they were both shot from behind by shock rounds, experiencing a brief moment of pain, then ecstasy both Sentries collasped with groans of arousal onto the deck. 1st squad leader Ivana Pavlova and her XO Katrina Vanderbilt, holstered their Mk2s. " Pavlova here, lovebirds down stern side. That's all Sentries accounted for." As the two women stripped off their wetsuits, they heard their earpiece crackle. " I thought Ana and I where the lovebirds." Came the dry Irish lilt of Siobhan Donnelly. Pavlova liked the couple, despite being former Darkwatch, their escape story was something else. Pavlova and Vanderbilt quickly stripped the two Darkwatch sentries down to their sheer black underwear, then dressed in their uniforms. When they were finished, they tossed a tarp over the sleeping women. " Ok squad. Head to the bridge. Let's wrap this up."
" For the last time, we are not smuggling drugs. Those cylinders contain butane gas." Vesper smiled she loved pressing this woman's buttons. " Ma'am please calm down, I assume you have this in writing. Suddenly, five Darkwatch sentries walked in. The officer did a double take when she saw them. " Wait, you are not my squad? I have five soldiers on these vessel." She cried Pavlova moved forwards, grinning. " I assumed they were dressed like this. Ship and Cargo secure, Operatives." The officer looked dumbstruck, she held her hands up. " Fuck, me your SI. Shit. Please, I'am only doing my--uuh.' Pavlova shot the officer in the chest with the shock pistol. " The amount of times I heard someone say that line, it's still bullshit." Nightingale turned to Pavlova. " Absolutely, let's redirect these ships to the SI dock in Boston. Radio head let them know we are coming." The dark haired Russian nodded " A pleasure working with you group 6, let's do it again sometime." With that her and her term filed out. Nightingale looked down at the unconscious officer. " You know, Nadja. It would be a shame to waste that uniform. She won't be needing it anymore. And crimson is your colour." Vesper give her lover a passionate kiss." You just want to see me strip her right, I love it when you get kinky" Nightingale kissed her lover on the cheek. " You now me so well, my love." Vesper laughed as she knelt down, stripping the unconscious officer out of her uniform. When she was done, she got back up. " Still wearing standard issue, it's not my day" Vesper said shaking her head.
After they stashed the underwear clad officer next to her squad, on-board the cutter, Vesper now dressed in her new officer uniform, they were approached by Donnelly and Foley. " Excuse but I have a feeling we have met before." Said Donnelly. There was no hiding the fact, their disguises had faded. Nightingale looked at Vesper, then told the couple about Ireland, everything from beginning to end. When they were finished. Donnelly eyes widened. " So that's what happened? Thank you for putting our minds at ease." She and Foley held our their hands. Vesper and Nightingale shook them in turn. " So no hard feelings?" The couple smiled at them. " In fact, when we get to Boston. I would like to buy you two a round. If it weren't for you two putting us in that hospital, I would never had the chance to run away with the love of my life here." The couple turned and kissed each other, passionately. Nightingale smiled, her heart lifted. " So you guys sound like you had quite the adventure. Feel like sharing." Donnelly and Foley laughed. " Well its a doozy, and it's starts like this..." The couple filled them in on their dramatic escape as the ship sailed in the sunrise.
" That's twice in two weeks, you have to stop doing this to us." Came the voice of Operative Lupa as she gave her friends, Nightingale and Vesper huge bear hugs. Mira rolled her eyes behind her back. " I kept on telling her, they will escape and come back to us. I mean you two are our power couple, the devil himself couldn't cage you, but you know Lupa, forever the worrywart." Lupa went bright red with embarrassment. The group were in the lobby of SI London, alongside 94 and Fairchild. " We will go to Reynolds, and get the Mercer files to her. There is an audio file on there that will make Montague pucker up something royally. " Vesper and Nightingale were still dressed in their stolen Darkwatch uniforms, they hadn't the time to get changed during the ride home. " I think me and my lover will pay Montague a little visit." Said Nightingale as she cracked her knuckles. " Do you guys have your MK2's with you?" Mira and Lupa handed them their shock pistols. " Can we come and watch? I want to seem him squirm as you shock him." Asked Lupa. Vesper turned to her lover. "What do you think my heart? The more the merrier?" The lovers lent in to share a passionate kiss. " The more the merrier." Repeated Nightingale as they pulled out. The group laughed as they walked into the elevator. Nightingale could feel the anticipation of confronting that bastard Montague surge in her breast, next to Vesper bounced on heels. " Then after Montague, we have so much sex." Despite the fact they were in a crowded elevator, Nightingale passionately kissed her lover. " Like you wouldn't believe, my love." She answered. as they came up for air.
Nightingale and Vesper stalked through the bullring, towards Montagues office, with Mira and Lupa in tow. The sound of Montagues incriminating audio recording blearing out across the tannoys. They were drawing looks from analysts and operatives alike, as they approached armed towards the stairs that lead to Montague's office. There are squad of SI troopers carrying shock rifles, were waiting for them. Nightingale addressed the Sergeant leading them. "Unless you are here to get shot, get out of our way." The Sergeant shook her head. " No ma'am. We are here to assist you. As soon as we heard the recording, we thought you could use the back up." Nightingale took a deep breath. " Sorry, Sergeant. We have had a really long day. We appreciate the assist, Vesper and I will subdue the traitorous bastard. Then he his all yours." The Sergeant smiled beneath her balaclava. " Works for me, squad fall in." The SI squad fell in behind the four operatives, as they made their way up to Montagues office. The squad took up position outside the office, as the four operatives entered the traitors office. Montague did a double take when saw Nightingale and Vesper. " What?! It cannot be, you were supposed to be.." The two operatives raised their weapons, aiming squarely at his chest. " ... Dead, captured. Dropped the face of the Earth." Nightingale cut across him. " Me and my lover were captured, forced to endure the deluded rantings of a fanatic. Now we have come to collect." Snarled Vesper, Nightingale loved it when she got angry. Instead of cowering Montague stood his ground. " Yes I sold you out. I have spent 40 years in the SI, pandering to those above me, appeasing the bureaucrats that run this world into the primordial muck, and what did I get for it? Nothing. Only to see cocky young agents like you four , swagger in take all the glory while distinguished agents like me are left to fly desk." Nightingale and her lover snorted in derision. " So you got passed over one too many times, my heart fucking bleeds." Vesper snarled. Montague sat in his chair, smugly checking his cufflinks. " I found Darkwatch, they recognise my talents my commitment. They will rise, cleansing the Earth of the bureau-- ah!" Vesper and Nightingale leant into a passionate kiss, at the same time they shot Montague twice in the chest with their shock pistols, he tumbled off his chair hitting the floor unconscious. " That was so fucking hot." Squealed Lupa as the two lovers pulled out. " I have heard that bullshit before, once is enough." Vesper laughed as she kissed Nightingale again. " He's all yours Sergeant. Give him the penthouse suite." The Sergeant saluted Nightingale as the four walked out of the office. She had Vesper held hands as they turned to their friends. " Now if you will excuse us. Vesper and I are going to bed. We have had a bloody long day." They handed the shock pistols back to Mira and Lupa and bade their friends farewell.
The next morning, Vesper and Nightingale lay naked intertwined on their double bed. They had made love five times during the night, working off the stress of their ordeal at the Darkwatch platform. Nightingale woke first, running her fingers through Vesper's blonde hair taking care not to wake her lover. She looked so beautiful when she slept. A few minutes later, Vesper stirred smiling as she awoke to her lovers face. " Morning, sleepyhead. Last night was amazing. I never knew we had such stamina." Vesper placed her hand on Nightingales ass, caressing it. " You were amazing. We were close yesterday. Too close." Nightingale caressed her lovers arm, drawing soft sigh of arousal from her. " When I saw you drop, after the bullet hit. I don't want to see that again." Vesper drew her lover closer into a loving embrace. " Be we got out, we were magnificent. We escaped, they couldn't break us. I'am not going anywhere, neither are you." Nightingale felt her doubts fade away at her lovers determination, they lent in and kissed passionately. " Nadja, Let's get married after the next mission. I don't want to wait, not anymore." Vesper smiled, gently caressed Nightingales ass. " Nothing would please me more, my heart." Suddenly, the door to their room opened , it was Reynolds. " Oh! Excuse me. Descartes wants to see you." Nightingale rose out of bed. " Descartes, the Paris station head?" Reynolds nodded. "Uh-huh. She was next in line after Montague. We have found something on the Mercer files it's big, don't forget to--" Vesper through a pillow at the door. " Grab breakfast, get out of here. Reynolds." She laughed as she closed the door behind. Vesper turned to her fiancée, shaking her head. " Didn't that girl's parents teach her to knock before entering." Nightingale laughed as she kissed Vesper on the cheek.
After they got dressed, and grabbed some toast from the canteen, the lovers made their way into the bullring. There 94 was in a meeting with Descartes whose face was on the large screen. " Operatives Nightingale and Vesper, I'am pleased to see you both unscathed from your recent capture. I was just discussing the findings from the Mercer files, and it is most troubling." 94 uncrossed her arms. " I think might recognise the bioweapons we discovered at the Darkwatch platform. During our anti-consortium operations, I was sent to Sapienza to eliminate a consortium member and his bioweapons programme. I destroyed the virus myself, or so I believed." Descartes shifted in her chair. " Yes, I have the report here. But you cannot be sure." 94 shook her head. " If we were able to retrieve samples of the weapon, then we can be sure." Descartes nodded. " I agree. Thank you, Agent 94. I have a mission for you and Fairchild. Go to Argentina, we believe the Darkwatch are trafficking drugs to found their operations. It's high time we put a stop to that." 94 nodded in agreement. As she turned to leave, she leant into Nightingales ear. " When we get back. We should have that talk, sister." She laid a hand on Nightingales shoulder, and nodded to Vesper then left. Descartes turned to the two operatives. " Now then, let's discuss Operation Swordfish."
Descartes pressed a button on her keyboard. Next to her came the satellite image of a container ship, in the Atlantic ocean. " This is the SS Northern Star according to the ship's registry she operates out of Dublin, but actually it's a Darkwatch transport ship. According to Mercer's files, this and four other ships are responsible for the transport and delivery of the bioweapon. Your objective is to board the vessel, subdue the Darkwatch personnel abroad the ship and seize the bioweapon, we count 4 Darkwatch troopers plus one officer, all female, and the civilian bridge crew. We then analyse it, to see if 94's hunch was right. The ship is currently bound for New York harbour, intercept it before it docks." Nightingale nodded. " I have an idea, where is the nearest US Coastguard station, relative to the ship?" Descartes looked to her monitor. " Our intel says a small outpost near Coney Island, an all female crew of four with one cutter. Tell me you plan Operative Nightingale." Vesper smiled at her, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze. " Group 6 will subdue the Coastguard stationed there, steal their uniforms, identities and cutter. Then we board the ship under a fake inspection. But we will need assistance, in subduing the Darkwatch crew." Descartes smiled. " The 1st squad of the 3rd IRT, have just returned from an operation in Stockholm. I will send word ahead, they will be happy to assist you. I can see what Evelyn saw it in you. You are a credit to the SI, good luck and be careful in New York." The two operatives saluted the screen, then it went black.
The four operatives, exited their zodiac near the coastguard station, under the cover of night they were hidden in the rocks below. Nightingale felt her earpiece crackle. " Operative Nightingale? This is Sergeant Pavlova, 1st squad 3rd IRT. It's an honour to be working with the legends of group 6. I have Donnelly, Foley, Tanaka and Vanderbilt with me. We are on the other side of the station. Over. Nightingale glanced in the direction of the amusement park, a beacon in the darkness. " Roger that. Stay in cover. Once we have secured the station and acquired the uniforms, we will signal you to move in. Copy?" Pavlova answered in the affirmative. Nightingale turned to her lover, who was scanning the base with her Night Vision binoculars. " So my love, what have we got?" Vesper passed her fiancée the field glasses, followed by a kiss on the cheek. " One guard on the gate, Lu. She is your just your size. Even without the mimic gun." Nightingale focused on the sentry walking the perimeter. " A sexy Latina, that's new. Mira she's all yours." Mira took the binoculars to take a peak. " She is cute, very nice tits." She handed them back to Nightingale. " That leaves the two Caucasians in the radio shack, one brown haired beauty, the other blonde. Interesting, the brunette is an officer, a CPO. She's mine." Vesper laughed " Come one, heart. You were the officer last time. Besides you like blondes." Nightingale put down the binoculars, and shot her lover a mock look of outrage. " Israeli, blondes remember. Alright." She held out her hand. " Best of three." Vesper shook her head, and smiled. " Prepare to lose, sweetheart." The first round went to Nightingale, scissors against paper, but Vesper hit back with Scissors and finally rock. " Dammit, ok you win, only because I let you." Nightingale said defensively as her lover laughed in triumph. They lent in to kiss passionately. " Ok, let's go get our uniforms." Nightingale said as Vesper readied the Grenade Launcher loaded with Morpheus gas grenades.
For Able Seaman Anna Gutierrez, this was just another boring night in a boring posting. She thought that being posted to Coney Island, would mean she could jump on the amusements or maybe grab a cute guy and get lucky, but no she was on sentry duty while everyone else was having fun. At 23, she thought that joining the USCG would mean all the men would flock to her, after who doesn't dig a chick in uniform. A uniform, that hugged her slim athletic figure perfectly consisted of a blue uniform short sleeve shirt and pants, with black sensible shoes and black socks on her feet, under which she wore a navy blue undershirt, with solid black bikini cut shorts, she elected to go braless. Her name displayed proudly on her left breast and the name of her service on the right, her rank on her lapels. A baseball cap with the legend " US Coastguard" stitched in gold thread and her deployment location perched on her head. She could a glimpse of her reflection in the bunkhouse window, liking what she saw. She had high cheekbones, big brown almond shaped eyes and a heart shaped face, with lovely tanned skin, her long black hair, done up in a ponytail looped through the back of her baseball cap. Gutierrez yawned in boredom as she looped her M16 assault rifle over shoulder, was unaware that an intruder had rolled under the perimeter fence behind her. Quickly she felt the sensation of her feet being kicked out from under her, stunned by the sudden fall, Guiterrez felt a brief electric shock as her Vagus nerve was pinched, she let out a brief quiet sound of arousal before she fell unconscious. Mira, got up taking off her shock glove, as she signalled Nightingale. "Mira, here. The Latina is sleeping like a kitten."
Petty Officer Chloe Hinada, was busy flicking through a copy of playboy monthly, as she was manning the guard post at USCG Coney Island. As she looked at the nice figure of the centrefold girl, marvelling at the natural C-cups she possessed. Whoever said playboy was just for men was being anti-lesbian. She put her magazine down, briefly to drink her coffee, catching her reflection in the window. She had the high cheekbones, rounded face and slanted brown eyes, common to most Japanese-American women, along with chestnut coloured pixie cut hair. Features that she had used to hook up with many a girl, who digged her exotic looks. She went back to her magazine, unaware that she was being stalked. Out of nowhere, she felt an electric shock pinch at her Vagus nerve from behind, having the tiniest of orgasms before she slumped into her chair unconscious. Agent Mira, slipped off her shock glove. " This is Lupa. Checkpoint clear." She stopped to to take drink from the guards coffee, as she glanced at the fallen magazine, her eyebrows rising in appreciation.
For CPO Sharon Drake and PO Fiona Dietrich, this was just like any other poker night. At 23 and 24 respectively, they didn't mind being posted here, it was uneventful boring even, but it meant that Fiona could take Sharon to the cleaners every Saturday. Sharon was pretty, with her dark brown hair done up in a curled ponytail that looped through her baseball cap, with shallow cheekbones, narrow blue eyes and a slightly squared chin. Fiona was a blonde haired, blue eyed all American girl, her long locks done up in a bun at the base of her skull, with open doe eyes, high cheekbones and angular face. She managed to win a straight hand yet again, her suspicion that Sharon let her win again only grew. "Seriously, no one is this bad at card's. I think you are letting me win." Fiona said as she dragged the pot towards her. Sharon crossed her legs, smiling widely. " Why would I do a thing like that?" Always the tease. Fiona got up and sat next to her. " You know why, Sharon. We haven't talked since we kissed in the shower." Sharon caressed her forearm, stirring feelings of arousal in her subordinate. " What's there to talk about, we have liked each other since basic training. We shouldn't have to hide our feelings." Fiona turned away angry. " There is plenty, to talk about. What if our superiors find out. It's fraternisation, we could get kicked out, besides you are my superior." Sharon gently pulled Fiona's face to look at look. " Come on, Fifi where is your sense of adventure. You want this, I now you do." As Fiona and Sharon, surrended to their desires they lent into kiss. But before their lips could connect, two gas grenades sailed through the radio shack door. The two women coughed and spluttered, as the white gas took hold, collapsing on top of each other. As the gas cleared, Vesper and Nightingale tore off their gas masks. "For fuck's sake, if you going kiss her, do it, don't sit there talking about it." Quipped Nightingale as Vesper sniggered lowering the launcher and pulling her lover into a kiss.
With the station secure, Mira and Lupa brought their marks, laying them down next to each other. Nightingale rubbed her hands together. " Ok ladies, here comes the fun part." After stripping off their catsuits, now naked, group 6'began to strip the unconscious women. Nightingale, started by removing the woman's hat from her head, then unlaced the woman's shoes, revealing small feet covered by black socks, Nightingale slipped these over her feet. She unbuttoned the woman's uniform shirt, pulling her up into a seated postion slipping it off her shoulders. Flicking the woman's arms up, Nightingale pulled off the undershirt, over the woman's head, revealing a racy black lace wonderbra covering her B-cups. " Hey Nadja, black lace again. It's been a good week for me first Greene, now this Dietrich bird." Nightingale said as she reached around the unconscious woman's back, unclasping her bra. Vesper raising an eye brow. " Kinky, you can tell she had the hots for Drake. Ok what do we have under your hood." As Vesper removed the officers undershirt, she cursed under her breath, causing Mira and Lupa to look up. " No, not again. Standard, fucking, Issue." The unconscious officer was wearing a long black vest. " Damn conservative bitch." She swore as the group laughed at her expense. Nightingale slipped off Dietrichs' bra, letting her half naked corspe fall back to the ground, her small but buoyant B-cups, with small pink rose petal areolas, wobbling under the impact, Nightingale, clasped the bra over her bare breasts. She then unbuttoned the woman's trousers. " Hey mines wearing a white lace bralette and thong, you can practically see right throught them." Said Lupa, as Vesper rolled her eyes, stripping off the officer's trousers. Nightingale worked the trousers from around Dietrich's hips, peeling them off her long toned legs, freeing them from her body. " You have my sympathies, Vesper, mines wearing standard issue too. No bra though, very nice." Vesper turned to her lover. Grinning broadly. " That's ok, Miranda is the only woman for me." They reached out and squeezed hands, before Nightingale pulled off Dietrichs black lace thong, exposing a small vulva crowned with a small trimmed strip of golden pubic hair. She then pulled on the racy undergarment over her bare vagina, then got dressed in the rest of her stolen uniform. Vesper, passed around the mimic gun, each woman assuming the form of their chosen marks. Nightingale then removed Dietrich's scrunchie, assuming her blonde bun. Vesper had copied the officers curled ponytail and Mira the Latinas ponytail. When they were finished, they picked up the naked unconscious women carrying them outside to a dumpster, and tossed them in one at a time. As Lupa closed the dumpster, Nightingale signalled Pavlova. " Station secured, disguises acquired, proceed to phase 2.
Pavlova gripped Nightingale's wrist. " That was some fine work, we saw it from here. Those mimic guns are something else." Nightingale held it out " Do you want to try, you actually get used to it. Myself it makes me feel a little aroused." Pavlova waved it off. " Not for me or my girls, we are fine with just stealing uniforms." Vesper walked to her lover. " Ok everyone, onto the cutter. We have an inspection to perform." She said but paused when she two familiar faces amongst Pavlova's team. Nightingale raised her eyebrows, seeing her lover's expression. As the team walked towards the cutter, Nightingale fell in beside her fiancée. " What's up with you, love? You look like you seen a ghost." Vesper whispered into her ear. " You see those two, there. Remember them, Chestnut and her girlfriend." Nightingale looked at them. " Bloody hell, it's them. From Ireland. There on our side now. " Vesper nodded. "We should meet them, couple to couple. Hear their side of the story." Nightingale kissed her lover on the cheek. "Good idea, I did feel like shit after for shocking them before they made out." They got on the cutter, hiding 1st squad under a blue tarpaulin, then put on life jackets and armed themselves with M16 rifles with sell their disguises. Vesper switched on the boats engine, revving the engine and pulling free of the dock.
As the SS Northern Star came into view, Vesper took up the ships loudspeaker. " SS Northern Star, this the Coast Guard cutter Spirit of Liberty, heave to immediately and prepare for routine inspection." Vesper commanded in her most authoritative voice. The ship cut its engines, as their stolen coast guard cutter pulled up alongside. The four operatives, climbed aboard the Darkwatch vessel, met by a particularly harried looking young female officer with auburn hair. " What's this about, we are private operation." Vesper tapped her clipboard. " Ma'am, this a new policy change. There as been a marked increase in drug trafficking in these waters. Now why don't we take this up to the bridge, and allow us to do our jobs. We can start with your manifest." The officer flustered a little before she gave in. " Right this way, Chief Petty Officer." She said as she lead them towards rhe bridge.
As she walked her regular patrol route on the starboard side, Darkwatch Sentry Kelly Vickers, a pretty dark haired sentry with shoulder length black hair, thought she saw a shadow from the direction of the docked USCG cutter, as she prepared to unsling her CTAR-21 rifle to investigate, Kelly was hit in the chest with a shock round. After a brief electric shock, and a small sigh of pain she fell forward onto the deck, out cold. A black clad figure, a member of the 1st squad hopped over the side of the ship. Holstering her Mk2 shock pistol, she rushed over to the fallen sentry, stripping off her wetsuit. " This is Tanaka, sentry one down. Conducting Disguise." She said into her earpiece, as stripped the unconscious sentry out of her uniform. She quickly got dressed, picking up the sheer black underwear clad body of the sleeping sentry, and tossing her onto the coast guard cutter.
Sentries Diana Morrision and Maria Del Monte, one with ash blonde hair the other a dark haired latina, had decided to stop on their patrol for a crafty cigarette each at the bow, unaware as two members of 1st squad crept up behind them. The last thing they registered was brief electric shocks, as their Vagus nerves were pinched with shock gloves, both women let out brief sounds of arousal before they collasped unconscious. Siobhan Donnelly and her girlfriend Annabeth Foley, kissed each other passionately, before stripping out of their wetsuits. " Donnelly and Foley here. Sentries 2 and 3 out for the count. conducting disguise. Both women stripped the downed Darkwatch sentries down to their black sheer regulation underwear. When they finished getting dressed, they stashed the two sleeping women into an open crate and closed the lid.
At the stern of the ship, sentries Claudia Jeffries and Julia Kerrigan, decided it was the best time, to sneak in a kiss while LT Harrison was busy with rhe Coastguard. As the dark haired Claudia locked her lips with her ginger partner Julia, they were both shot from behind by shock rounds, experiencing a brief moment of pain, then ecstasy both Sentries collasped with groans of arousal onto the deck. 1st squad leader Ivana Pavlova and her XO Katrina Vanderbilt, holstered their Mk2s. " Pavlova here, lovebirds down stern side. That's all Sentries accounted for." As the two women stripped off their wetsuits, they heard their earpiece crackle. " I thought Ana and I where the lovebirds." Came the dry Irish lilt of Siobhan Donnelly. Pavlova liked the couple, despite being former Darkwatch, their escape story was something else. Pavlova and Vanderbilt quickly stripped the two Darkwatch sentries down to their sheer black underwear, then dressed in their uniforms. When they were finished, they tossed a tarp over the sleeping women. " Ok squad. Head to the bridge. Let's wrap this up."
" For the last time, we are not smuggling drugs. Those cylinders contain butane gas." Vesper smiled she loved pressing this woman's buttons. " Ma'am please calm down, I assume you have this in writing. Suddenly, five Darkwatch sentries walked in. The officer did a double take when she saw them. " Wait, you are not my squad? I have five soldiers on these vessel." She cried Pavlova moved forwards, grinning. " I assumed they were dressed like this. Ship and Cargo secure, Operatives." The officer looked dumbstruck, she held her hands up. " Fuck, me your SI. Shit. Please, I'am only doing my--uuh.' Pavlova shot the officer in the chest with the shock pistol. " The amount of times I heard someone say that line, it's still bullshit." Nightingale turned to Pavlova. " Absolutely, let's redirect these ships to the SI dock in Boston. Radio head let them know we are coming." The dark haired Russian nodded " A pleasure working with you group 6, let's do it again sometime." With that her and her term filed out. Nightingale looked down at the unconscious officer. " You know, Nadja. It would be a shame to waste that uniform. She won't be needing it anymore. And crimson is your colour." Vesper give her lover a passionate kiss." You just want to see me strip her right, I love it when you get kinky" Nightingale kissed her lover on the cheek. " You now me so well, my love." Vesper laughed as she knelt down, stripping the unconscious officer out of her uniform. When she was done, she got back up. " Still wearing standard issue, it's not my day" Vesper said shaking her head.
After they stashed the underwear clad officer next to her squad, on-board the cutter, Vesper now dressed in her new officer uniform, they were approached by Donnelly and Foley. " Excuse but I have a feeling we have met before." Said Donnelly. There was no hiding the fact, their disguises had faded. Nightingale looked at Vesper, then told the couple about Ireland, everything from beginning to end. When they were finished. Donnelly eyes widened. " So that's what happened? Thank you for putting our minds at ease." She and Foley held our their hands. Vesper and Nightingale shook them in turn. " So no hard feelings?" The couple smiled at them. " In fact, when we get to Boston. I would like to buy you two a round. If it weren't for you two putting us in that hospital, I would never had the chance to run away with the love of my life here." The couple turned and kissed each other, passionately. Nightingale smiled, her heart lifted. " So you guys sound like you had quite the adventure. Feel like sharing." Donnelly and Foley laughed. " Well its a doozy, and it's starts like this..." The couple filled them in on their dramatic escape as the ship sailed in the sunrise.
