SI:- S2 Ep6 Project Thanatos

[Stormtrooper1990]

Following the success of Operation Swordfish, the SI begins to analyse the bioweapons seized by Group 6 to ascertain it's origins and to put the final piece of the puzzle in project Thanatos. Meanwhile, Operatives Nightingale and Vesper are celebrating their union at SI London, finally getting a brief calm moment. But the happy couple are unaware of the danger in their midst. Now without any further ado...


" Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this evening to celebrate the union of this loving couple Nadja Gadot and Miranda Croft." Came the voice of the registrar as she started the ceremony, in the SI's bullring all the tables and chairs had been pushed back to make room for guests and fellow operatives, with white rose garlands hung from lights and wound around bannisters. Both lovers were dressed in white wedding dresses, as they faced each other with huge grins across their faces. Nightingale had never seen just how beautiful Vesper was, in a dress, her bare shoulders exposed. She scanned the crowd seeing 94, wearing a strapless black dress, standing next to Fairchild dressed in a stunning red dress. Nightingale suppressed the urge to stare, it was unusual to see Fairchild with her hair up. " Do you have the rings?" Said the registrar, as Reynolds dressed in a blue sequin dress walked up with the rings. The registrar turned back to the happy couple, smiling. " Nadja Gadot, do you take this woman, Miranda Croft, to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love her? Honour her? Keep her under your protection? For the rest of your days?" Tears of joy welled in Vesper's eyes. " Absolutely." The registrar turned to Nightingale. " Miranda Croft. The same?" Nightingale was never more sure of anything in her life. " Yes!" They both took their wedding rings, slipping them over their left hands. The registrar turned the crowd. " With the power vested in me by the City of London, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the--" Before she could finish the line, the couple launched into a passionate kiss, as the crowd clapped and cheered. " So what do we call ourselves, my heart? Gadot- Croft or Croft- Gadot." Smiled Vesper, as she pulled out of the embrace. Nightingale laughed as she led Vesper down the stairs to the crowd. " Let's just carry on as we always have. Besides we have these, what's in a name?" She held up her ring finger. Vesper kissed her on the cheek. " That works for me, my heart." Mira and Lupa, walked up to them both dressed to the nines. Mira in a beautiful crimson dress that brought out her hair, while Lupa wore a pink silk dress that did wonders to her petite frame. " You have should have seen this one. Crying through the entire ceremony, she was." Mira joked, as Lupa went a bright side of red. " I'am just so happy, you two are my best friends. I'am just so happy for both of you." Lupa gave them both kisses on the cheeks, followed by hugs. Mira, rolled her eyes and smiled then gave the happy couple each kisses on the cheeks. " Right, Lupa. Let's leave the happy couple. This is a party, and that means we need to get shitfaced. Come-on." Mira dragged a reluctant Lupa away, as the couple were approached by 94 and Fairchild. "Congratulations, sister. You both look very beautiful, you will make a fine couple." Said 94 as she gave each woman a kiss on the cheek, Fairchild did the same. "94, it's good to see you. How was Argentina?" 94 took a glass of champagne from a passing waitress. " Very productive, Miranda. We have crippled Darkwatch's drug running operation. If they weren't on the ropes now, they will be soon." Fairchild had also helped herself to a glass of bubbly. " If only we knew if the bioweapon was the same from Sapienza. 94 as been on edge since Argentina." She shared a kiss with the assassin. " Well Reynolds told us that we should have the results back tomorrow morning." Said Vesper. 94 took another sip of champagne. " We shouldn't talk business here, not on your happy day. We shall take our leave. Calista, would you care for a dance?" She held out her arm to Fairchild, who took it with enthusiasm. " Wouldn't mind if I do." She finished her drink and walked arm in arm to the dance floor, laughing." Vesper, held out her arm. " So, Mrs Croft. Would you care to have a dance." Nightingale passionately kissed her, before taking her arm. " Let's go Mrs Gadot, let me show you how we Brits have a dance." She dragged Vesper to the dance floor, both women giggling as they took to the dance floor.


Waitress Samantha Guthrie, had sneaked out of the party for a crafty cigarette in the SI car park. At 24, she had been to many such events similar to this, well except from the fact it was at the infamous Shadow Initiative. She caught her reflection in a car window, she was pretty with light brown hair done up in a ponytail at the back of her head, with high cheekbones with almond shaped blue eyes and an angular face. She was dressed in her company uniform, a long sleeve white shirt, over which she wore a black waistcoat, with her nameplate on the left breast, with a black dickie bow clipped to her throat. Long black slacks covered her legs, which ended with sensible black pumps. Samantha had spotted a nice dark spot, a blue dumpster, where she could smoke in peace. She walked behind the dumpster, trying to light her cigarette, but before she could light it she felt a warm hand grip her mouth stifling her cries then a strange sensation of something sharp penetrating the back of her neck, then she knew nothing at all.

Samantha's killer was Agent 101, a clone of the traitor 94. She lowered the dead waitress to the ground, then stripped off her clothes. Naked, she knelt by Samantha's corpse and started to strip her. She started by unclipping the bow tie from around the woman's neck, then removed her black pumps from her small feet. 101 then unfastened the woman's waistcoat removing it from her body, then unbuttoned her uniform shirt, pulling up Samantha's corpse into a seated position, and slipping the shirt from around her shoulders. She then reached around Samantha's back, unclasping the plain white underwired bra pulling the garment from the dead woman's body, letting the half naked corpse fall back onto the pavement. Her well rounded, firm C-cup breasts with light pink rose areolas wobbled at the impact. 101 clasped the bra behind her back, then unzipped the uniform slacks, working them off the hips peeling them down her long legs and free from the body. A plain white thong was all that protected the woman hood of the former waitress, 101 whipped them off in one swift motion, pulling them over her vagina, and stopped to admire the dead woman's small vulva crowned with a small trim of light brown pubic hair. 101 finished getting dressed in the dead waitresses uniform, putting her needle in her pocket and vial of poison in her pocket. She then took a mimic gun, taken from Operative Vesper when she and her target had been captured by her, and after taking a sample of the dead woman's blood, assumed the form of Samantha Guthrie. After the change, she worked the scrunchie from the dead woman's hair, copying her ponytail, then scooped up the naked corpse of the waitress throwing her into the dumpster, along with her clothes and the mimic gun. 101 proceeded into the SI European Headquarters, Dr Cross had ordered the death for Miranda Frost, she could not be allowed to interfere in tomorrow's operation, and Cross also wanted revenge.


94 felt conflicted as she danced with Fairchild, she should be happy at Miranda's union with Nadja but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. If she knew Cross, then a retaliation was all but inevitable. " 94! 94! Are you okay? You like totally far away, is everything alright." 94 had been so into her thoughts, that she didn't hear her lover call her. " Sorry, Calista. It's just I have a bad feeling, I cannot shake it." Fairchild sensing her lovers discomfort, caressed her arm." 94, there is nothing to worry about. Come on. Let's enjoy the party. Darkwatch can wait one more day." 94 shook her head. If she was Cross, this would be an ideal opportunity to strike at the SI and group 6. She kissed Calista. " I will be back, love. I just need to check, that Cross didn't send that clone." Fairchild gave 94 a worried look. " Ok but I'am going with you, and before you tell me no, I'am still your handler. I still have your back. Anyhow two eyes are better then one." 94 caressed her cheek,she knew better then to argue with her lover. With Calista in tow, she scanned the crowd looking for an assassin. 94 realised that had Cross sent one of the clones after Miranda, she would need to disguise her face, then dawning realisation came to her. " Calista, remember when we rescued Miranda and Nadja, their gear was missing." Calista put her hand on her mouth. " Shit! The mimic gun. She could be any woman here." 94 saw a young brunette waitress enter the bullring, she had picked up a platter with two champagne glasses. " Not just any woman, a waitress. It's how I would do it, kill one of the waitresses take her clothes, poison Miranda." 94 left to follow the waitress, watching her every move. In a corner of the dance floor, she saw the woman discreetly lace the champagne glasses with Digitalis, then make a beeline for Miranda and Vesper. 94 reacted quickly, she pulled her needle from her garter, then tackled the waitress to the ground, stunning her. 94 didn't give the assassin time to recover, she stabbed the woman in the back of the neck. The commotion had brought the started couple over, along with Fairchild.

"94! What the fuck is this?! Why are you murdering waitresses at our wedding?" Cried a started Nightingale. 94 rummaged through the waitresses pockets, when she had found what she was looking for, she tossed it her sister. It was a needle, Identical in every way to 94's. " Darkwatch! They tried to kill us! At our wedding! Damn them, damn them all! That bitch Cross, I'am going to kill her!" Vesper drew into her into a hug." It's ok my heart. They will not get away with this. Oh my god, Miranda. Look" She pointed to the face of the waitress, it was slowly changing back, to the face of 101. Nightingale took a deep breath. " That's out tech. Dammit. We forgot our gear, when we escaped. They just used it against us." She massaged her temples, 94 laid her hand on her shoulder, Nightingale turned to her sister. " Thank you 94. We owe you our lives, if you weren't here..." 94 squeezed her shoulder, a strange familial look passed over her eyes. " No thanks are necessary, sister. You are both my family. You would have done the same for me and Calista." Fairchild walked to her lover, passionately kissing her. " I want a full security sweep, how did this assassin slip through the net using one of our mimic guns?" Descartes had dismissed a SI Sergeant, then walked up to the couple. " I' am sorry about this. This should have been a day of Joy, but Darkwatch. Merde!" She swore. " You two you should get to bed. By tomorrow we should have our answers as both the decryption of Mercer files and the biohazard analysis will be complete." As she left the couple, Descartes pointed to a passing SI soldier. "You get this body down to medical, I want an autopsy ASAP."


The next morning, Miranda and Nightingale lay naked intertwined on their bed. They had not been able to get much sleep, the assassination attempt had left them both shaken, so they had made love 5 times over the course of the night. Despite of everything, Nightingale felt safe in her wife's loving arms, nothing not even Darkwatch could tear them apart. She gently caressed Vesper's bare ass. " I want them gone, Nadja. I want to be able to spend time with you, like this without having to look over my shoulder." Vesper kissed her wife on the lips, as she caressed her forearm. " We will, my heart. It will be over soon, I can feel it. Then we can finally go on our honeymoon." She reassured her lover. " Without having to mug a couple of flight attendants on the way." Nightingale joked. Vesper laughed. " We could do, it might be fun. We could save a packet on air travel." Both women laughed, then leant into kiss, before can excited Reynolds burst into the room." Guys get up, we h-" They both threw pillows at her. " Sparks! For fuck's sake. Knock!" They both yelled at her. Reynolds held her hands up, and left the room closing the door. Then she knocked, after inviting her in she stuck her head from behind the door. " We have Darkwatch by the balls! Get up." As she closed the door. Vesper raised her eyebrow. " Weird, she didn't even tell us to grab breakfast."


After they got dressed, the couple grabbed a quick breakfast and made their way to the bullring, there they found Descartes around the holotable with 94 , Fairchild and Reynolds. Descartes cleared her throat. " We managed to find out how Agent 101 slipped past security. We found the dead body of a waitress outside in a dumpster, she had been stripped naked and her identity stolen with the mimic gun. If it wasn't for Agent 94's intervention, the SI would be mourning the loss of two of its finest operatives." 94 nodded to Nightingale and Vesper, they flashed smiles back. Descartes turned on the holotable. " We have just finished the result of the analysis of the bioweapon. It seems it was the Sapienza strain, the Darkwatch either stole it or traded with the SEB." 94 shook her head. "It doesn't matter, either way Cross lied to me, to us all." Reynolds nodded. " This strain is particularly virulent, it's based on the weaponised anthrax the SEB used in the Congo." She took a deep breath, Nightingale could see tears in her eyes. " It's the strain that killed my wife, when i was deployed there, they called it the Thanatos strain." She wiped the tears from her eyes, as she collected herself. Descartes switched the image, to that of the Shard. " We also know their plan. The G20 summit is being held today, in about 3 hours from now, at the Shard. Most of the world leaders, will be in attendance. Darkwatch plans to enter the Shard and deploy the bioweapon using the buildings ventilation system." Nightingale folded her arms. " A decapitation strike on the free world. It will cause chaos, allowing Darkwatch to emerge out of the shadows." Descartes nodded gravely. " Your mission is to infiltrate the Shard, evacuate the building and disarm the bomb. If any Darkwatch get in your way, subdue them." Nightingale drummed her fingers on the desk. " We will disguise ourselves as firefighters, it's the best way to evacuate the building without raising suspicion, anyone that doesn't leave is probably Darkwatch. Reynolds? Can you hack the fire control system, once we have our uniforms? Reynolds nodded. " Certainly, should be a walk in the park." Descartes smiled, raising her eyebrows. "All of you are a credit to this Organisation." She turned to 94. " Would you and Fairchild mind staying here? We could use your tactical support in case Group 6 run into any more surprises." 94 nodded. As they filed out, Reynolds stayed behind. " Come with me, I might have something to help you with those firefighters." They followed her into the tech lab, she bent under a desk and placed a box of small round balls in a crate on the table in front of them. Reynolds took two and tossed them to the couple, they were round grey spheres the size of cricket balls with a glowing blue strip around the middle. " Say hello to the MK1 sonic grenade. It's designed to incapacitate a group of subjects, who may be wearing gas masks or respirators. You press the top, you have three seconds to hurl it. It emits a sonic pulse, that overloads the CNS. It knocks out the targets for 8 hours. R&D have just cleared these for general issue. Have fun, consider it my wedding present."


The four woman Darkwatch assassin squad led by Sergeant Sonya Grayson, waited for the maintenance crew that was scheduled to run repairs to the Shards ventilation system in preparation for the summit later today, to drive past this secluded road leading to London. Graysons team had tried and failed to kill Operatives Nightingale and Vesper in Tel Aviv. Cross had given her team this one chance to redeem themselves, or face a firing squad. Grayson was eager not only to serve her mistress, but to even the score with those SI scum. As the maintenance transit van neared their position, Sonya ordered her team, to block the road with their SUV's. The van screeched to a halt. Her team levelled their suppressed Vectors at the vehicle. " Get out now or we open fire!" She shouted. Four young women emerged from the van, two brunettes and two blondes, with their hands, wearing blue jumpsuits, underwhich they wore white undershirts with black work boots, gloves and toolbelts around their waists. " Please don't kill us. What do you want?" Said the leader, a pretty raven haired girl with a pixie cut. " All of you, to the side of the road. Come on move it." She gestured with her SMG, as they complied terrified for their life's. " Get on your knees, now or you catch a bullet each." As the terrified young women complied, each member of Graysons team picked one, readied their needles and summarily dispatched each woman with a stab to the back of the neck. Grayson tore off her balaclava, revealing her shoulder length ash blonde hair, high cheekbones with narrow green eyes and a slightly square jaw. " Take their uniforms and passes, put the bomb in the back of their van, and clear the road. She ordered her subordinate corporal Lydia Graves, a young auburn haired woman. After five minutes, Graysons team now wearing the stolen uniforms of the workers they had murdered, got into the van and drove to London, leaving the four dead workers in the road ditch, wearing nothing but their underwear.

" You know, we seem to spend a lot of our time in alleyways these days." Said Lupa as she set a small fire in a dumpster near SI headquarters. " It's the best place for ambushes, Lu. Says it right there in the SI playbook." Replied Nightingale after she pulled out of a passionate kiss with her wife. The four of them had set a small but convincing fire, enough to make their call seem real. " Ok, our uniforms will be on the way in 10 minutes or so. Compared to Paris, that is a shit response time." Joked Mira as she hung up her phone. Nightingale shrugged. " It's the UK, what do you expect?" Vesper turned to her wife, kissing her cheek. "At least their not on strike. Alright let's get into cover, they should be on their way."

Team leader Kirsty Jones and her three woman team of apparatus 2 of the City of London Fire and Rescue Service, sped towards the latest emergency call out. At 24, Kirsty was the youngest Team Leader in the Service and had just got her promotion. She caught her reflection in the wing mirror, she was very attractive, with dark brown hair, done up into a small ponytail behind her head, shallow cheekbones, brown almond shaped eyes and a heart shaped face. She was dressed in a matching beige fire retardant jacket and trousers with high visibility strips on her chest, legs and arms, a small yellow torch attached to the jacket. A large white helmet with the fire service logo at its centre, was perched on her head, with flame retardant boots on her foot. Under her fire retardant gear, she wore matching uniform navy polo shirt, with the fire service logo on her left breast, with navy cargo pants. Her team was similarly attired, with the exception that they wore yellow helmets. Her team was made up of Alison Wilkinson was the baby of the team, at 21, with a fair haired pixie cut, high cheekbones with hazel open eyes and a rounded face. Nicola Kingsman, was 23 with shoulder length ginger hair, almond shaped green eyes, slender cheekbones with an angular face covered with a smattering of freckles, that only enhanced her natural beauty. Finally Audrey Cunningham, 22, Nicola's girlfriend, who had dark raven coloured hair braided into pigtails that hung down her shoulders, with high cheekbones, narrow grey eyes and a rounded face. Alison, who was behind the wheel turned to Kirsty. " Another dumpster fire, that's the third one this week. Damn kids, having a lark." Kirsty looked to Audrey and Nicola, who were trying to sneak in a kiss, despite the fact that they were on duty. " It gets us out of the station, and keeps these two lovebirds hands off each other, at least until their shift is over." Kirsty had raised her voice, to stop the couple from kissing. " Alright, here we are." They filed out of their engine, with hoses at the ready, it didn't take them long to douse the flames. But before they could return back to their engine, they heard something being thrown in their direction. " Fucking kids." Kirsty swore but it was not a rock, it was a strange cricket ball like object. Before the four women could react, the ball flashed blue, causing all Firefighters to crumple unconscious to the floor.

Nightingale turned to her wife. " I fucking love our job." Vesper gave her wife a passionate kiss full on the lips. "Alright, pick one strip one we don't have much time." She said after she pulled out, clapping her hands. " Can I be the team leader, my love? You were a Chief Petty Officer, last time." Nightingale teased. Vesper rolled her eyes and smiled. " Go on my heart." Nightingale blew a kiss at her wife as she began to strip the unconscious firefighter. She started by removing her fire retardant gear, boots gloves and helmet. " Looks like I'am going dark this time. What about you, Nadja?" Vesper removed her mark's helmet. " Short this time, with pretty eyes, not as pretty as yours though, my heart." Nightingale flicked up the woman's arms, and pulled off her polo shirt, exposing a white lace trim crop camisole "This is fun, it's like peeling on onion." Said Lupa as she pulled off the red heads shirt, exposing a black lace bra. " Wow, talk about racy." The team laughed as they stripped the unconscious Firefighters. Nightingale, pulled off the woman's camisole exposing a small but firm pair of B-cups with slightly pointed dark pink areolas. " Not bad, but as I always say, you cannot beat the wife." Vesper held out her hand and squeezed Nightingales in thanks, then she unclasped the white lace bra of the chestnut pixie, exposing her well rounded C-cups with roundel shaped light pink areolas. Nightingale pulled on the camisole over her head, then unbuttoned the cargo pants working them off the hips, peeling them down her long toned legs and off her body. Her eyes widened when she saw the matching white boy shorts. " For fuck's sake, not boy shorts. Dammit." Vesper turned and laughed at her wife's displeasure. " Your the one who wanted the white hat. Who's the unlucky one now?" Nightingale held her arms up. " Alright, I deserve that one." Mira chuckled as she pulled off the red lace thong of her mark, exposing her full vulva crowned with a small tuft of black pubic hair. " Completely walked into it, I'd say." Making mock vomiting noises as she pulled off the white boy shorts, Nightingale stopped to admire the unconscious woman's small vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair, then shook her head. " Not a patch on you, my love." Vesper blew her a kiss, as she pulled off the pixies white lace thong, exposing her small shaved vulva. Nightingale pulled up the awful underwear between her legs. Vesper then passed around the mimic gun, each assuming the form of their chosen Firefighter. Nightingale, Mira and Vesper also copied the hairstyles of their naked mark's. When they were finished, they got dressed in their stolen uniforms, picked up the naked unconscious women and tossed them into a dumpster. " Damn, i 'am hot in this thing. How do they move in these things." Said Lupa, as they got into the fire truck. As Vesper got behind the wheel, Nightingale kissed her. " You know, I actually wanted to be a Firefighter." Vesper returned the kiss. " Well you have already saved me, my heart." She said, as she reversed the fire truck out of the alley.

Nightingale pressed her earpiece. " Sparks, we are nearing the Shard. Can you hack those alarms now, maybe turn the sprinklers on, for dramatic effect?" She could here Reynolds typing away. " It's done, you have 45 minutes to clear the building before first responders arrive. When you are clear, call in. We will pick up any Darkwatch you put down." As they neared the Shard, their Sirens blearing, they were flagged down by an armed police officer. " Thank god, your here the alarms have just gone off." Nightingale approached the man. " Sergeant, I need you to evacuate the building now. We have been called out for a possible gas leak and electrical fire on the upper maintenance levels." The officer shook his head. " But there is already a maintenance team up there right now." Vesper shot a glance at her wife. " How long have they been up there?" Asked Nightingale. " About some time this morning, there were four of them carrying a large box heavy and sealed." Nightingale nodded. " Alright, you and your team evacuate the principles here, we will go upstairs and fetch the workers." The officer nodded, and walked back to the skyscraper. Nightingale turned to the group. " Okay, 6's. Let's do this. We have Darkwatch to hunt." They followed her into the building, taking the lift to the upper maintenance levels.


As the team, got out of the elevator they drew their shock pistols, checking their corners. " Ok, Mira and Lupa sweep left. Call out when you bag one. Remember there are four hostiles." Ordered Vesper, as Mira and Lupa peeled away., she turned to her wife. " You with with me, my Heart." Nightingale passionately kissed her. " Always, my love." She said as she pulled out. Side by side the lovers drew their shock pistols, as they advanced up the corridor.


Mira and Lupa sweeped the left hand side of the maintenance level, occasionally stepping over the corpses of innocent maintenance workers gunned down by the Darkwatch thugs. " These bastards really went room to room." Said Mira as she closed the eyes of a worker, who been gunned down while she had been drinking her morning coffee. Lupa found a worker slumped over his desk. " Right through the back of his head, didn't even have a chance to run. Despicable.' She said her voice trembling. As they entered, what appeared the be a workers cantina, they were met with a hail of bullets from two Darkwatch assassins dressed in maintenance worker uniforms, both female one with dark black hair in a ponytail the other a blonde with close cropped hair, taking cover behind a overturned table. Mira and Vesper, dived for cover. " Suppressed Vectors, high rate of fire, they could keep us pinned here for a while." Lupa smiled. " We will see about that it." She had taken out the last of the sonic pulse grenades, from the pocket of her stolen flame retardant pants. Mira grinned. " Eat this, you Darkwatch bitches." Lupa yelled as she pressed the button, hurling the Grenade at the Darkwatch assassins at chest height. The two women, stood transfixed by the Grenade, as it let out its pulse, they fell to the floor like puppets with their strings cut. Mira patted Lupa on the shoulder. " Well done, Lu." Mira activated her earpiece " Mira reporting, two targets subdued. Those pulse grenades, are as you British say, the tits."


" Roger that, Mira great work. Two down, two to go." Nightingale closed the channel. Vesper turned to her. " I remember in your file it said, you specialised in ordinance disposal while you were in the service, my heart." Nightingale nodded. " That's right, Afghanistan was a difficult tour. IED's all over the place. I haven't disarmed a bomb in a while, so I may be a little rusty" Vesper squeezed her wife's shoulder. " I have faith in you, heart. There is nothing you cannot do." A hail of bullets caused them to seek cover, as two Darkwatch assassins barred their passage to the central ventilation, one had auburn hair, the other was ashen blonde. The blonde spoke. " Disguising yourselves as Firefighters, smart SI, real smart. You may have evacuated the building, but this bomb is going off, nothing you do will stop that." Another hail of bullets. " So you are just going to throw your life away, for Cross. You stupid insane Bitch." Snarled Nightingale. " What the fuck do you know Si? I give myself to a higher purpose." Vesper and Nightingale had heard enough. The redheaded assassin stopped to reload, but forgot to take cover, seizing the opportunity, the lovers leaned out, from behind cover shooting her twice in the chest. The girl suffered two brief electric shocks, before she crumpled to the ground unconscious. Seeing her friend cut down, the blonde leader jumped out of cover enraged. " You SI bitc--uhh" Nightingale sighted her before she could get a shot off, hitting her square in the chest. She felt a brief electric shock, before she crumpled to the ground unconscious. Both operatives, blew the barrels of their pistols. " Vesper and Nightingale, here. All targets down. Proceeding to the bomb." Closing the channel, she shared a passionate kiss with Nightingale before they proceeded into Central ventilation.


They found the bomb deployed next to an open vent, three gas cylinders marked with the biohazard sign, tied to a digital clock and C4 detonator. Nightingale knelt by the bomb, Scrutinising it. " This shouldn't be to difficult, a child could diffuse this. I was expecting something a little more sophisticated, being Darkwatch and all." Vesper squeezed Nightingales shoulder as she worked to diffuse the bomb. After about 10 minutes, she got up, rubbing her arm across her forehead. " Easy-peasy. Like I said a child could do it.' Vesper kissed her full on the lips, when they pulled out, Nightingale opened the comm channel. " Sparks, four targets down in need of processing. And their is a bomb for you to collect. I would recommend that the clean up team, come disguised as paramedics, over." She could hear the grin on Reynolds' face. " I will pass the word along, impressive work as always 6's. Sparks out." Nightingale then reopened the comm bead. " Mira and Lupa, mission accomplished. Rendezvous back at the elevator. Let's get out of here."


As they walked out the building, know swarming with police and fire engines, Nightingale was approached by the armed officer from earlier. " Is the fire out, where are the maintenance workers?" Nightingale flashed a frown . " Fires out, but the workers are unconscious from smoke inhalation. We stabilised them, and called for an ambulance. Ah that's them know." Nightingale walked towards the disguised paramedics, filling them in on the situation. When she was done, she turned back to the officer. " Are the principals evacuated?" The officer nodded. " Excellent, I will have to report back to the station to get this all in writing. My fellow fire fighters will assist from here. She bade the officer farewell, as Group 6 got back into the fire truck and drove away.


As they drove away towards SI Headquarters, in their stolen fire truck, Nightingale felt her earpiece crackle. "Sparks here, we have retrived four Darkwatch prisoners and their device. The authorities are none the wiser. Well done, Sparks out." Nightingale sat back and turned the Sirens on, making their passage home a little faster. The team laughed as they drove towards home. " So much for Project Thanatos, my heart. What's next? Nightingale smiled. " It's time to hit them where they live. It's time to snatch Cross and end this."


Epilogue:-

" This is Fiona Bruce, with the BBC morning bulletin. The Shadow Initiative, the world's leading private military and espionage contractors have just issued a press bulletin. It was they that foiled a suspected terrorist attack at the G20 summit, in London by the terror group Darkwatch, yesterday. A team of undercover agents where on site to evacuate civilians and apprehend 4 suspected terrorists, who have been handed over to the City of London Constabulary. It is believed that they are responsible for the murders of 10 maintenance staff during the course of the attack, including the death's of 4 found outside the city limits. The security services and police face tough questions on how they had no idea about the impending attack. We will have more news, on this developing story, on the hour. In a bizarre twist, the unconscious bodies of four female firefighters were found naked in a dumpster in Central London. Upon their recovery in hospital, the women have no memory on who assaulted them for their uniforms or why. "

[simon4242]

excellent story can we have a little paragraph next for the discovery of the firefighters lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thank you Simon 4242

I just written in a nice little epilogue, a small sentence about both the firefighters and the unfortunate maintenance workers.

[simon4242]

thank you

[Stormtrooper1990]

Your welcome.

[meditions142]

Love the debut of the pulse grenade. The description is so cool "It emits a sonic pulse, that overloads the CNS. It knocks out the targets for 8 hours."

Love the concept of a woman being hit with the pulse, her CNS being overloaded and then she knocked out.

What exactly do the women fell when they are hit before they are knocked out?

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks Meditions142

They would, feel a slight ringing in the ears since the Grenade is sound based, then a pop as the air pressure changes once the Grenade goes off. This causes a massive sensory overload, that overwhelms the CNS, causing unconsciousness. Essentially like all SI weapons sends the brain in sleep reset mode, also wipes the short term memory.

[meditions142]

Thanks Meditions142

They would, feel a slight ringing in the ears since the Grenade is sound based, then a pop as the air pressure changes once the Grenade goes off. This causes a massive sensory overload, that overwhelms the CNS, causing unconsciousness. Essentially like all SI weapons sends the brain in sleep reset mode, also wipes the short term memory.

Love it! Like your description that the weapons "sends the brain into sleep reset mode". The women hit with the sonic pulse are put into a very deep sleep with their CNS and most brain function switched off for a good long time.

And of course the fact it wipes the memory. Makes it convenient for the women not be able to tell anyone about the weapons.

Would love to see this cool new weapon used on some cute sentry girls in future episodes.

[meditions142]

Another comment I wanted to make.

As you know, I prefer the non-lethal to lethal stories. However, here you intertwine the lethal and non-lethal so as to really define the "good v. evil" part of the story.

We of course know Deathwatch is evil. Heck, in this story, they are about to kill a bunch of world leaders. However, with the scene with the maintenance workers you set a scene to show how cold the organization and its leaders and assassins are.

The four women had basically instantly surrendered, had put up no resistance and were doing what they were told. However, the team of evil Deathwatch assassins doesn't give it a second thought before dispatching them one by one. Really sets the evilness of the organization.

[simon4242]

yeah ruthless no mercy for these evil darkwatch ops