A Heart of Darkness

[Stormtrooper1990]

This the first of my prequel stories covering Nightingale and Vesper before they joined the Shadow Intiative. First up is Vesper, at this point in time Nadja Gadot is young 20 year old IDF Corporal, she is currently engaged in a loving but secret relationship with her first love, and fellow soldier Corporal Gallia Sayer, also 20. The couple met four years ago, when they had both been conscripted for national service, but must keep their relationship secret to avoid censure and disownment from their families. Today seemed like any other on the West Bank, but both are unaware that events will be set in motion that will send Nadja down a dark path...

Jerusalem 05\10\2015

Corporal Nadja Gadot watched as her lover, her heart Corporal Gallia Sayers, slept after their intense session of lovemaking throughout the night, both intertwined naked on the hard mattress in a dingy Jerusalem hotel room. She didn't have the heart to wake her, she just marvelled at her beauty. Gallia had a heart shaped faced face, with almond shaped hazel eyes and perfect high cheekbones, all formed by long dark brown hair that fell around her naked shoulders. Nadja gently stroked her lovers hair taking care not to wake her, she gently sighed with contentment, she was a lucky girl indeed. The two had met, 4 years ago at boot camp, both conscripted in the IDF for compulsory national service. Nadja was a troublemaker, she had pulled night sentry duty for refusing to do push-ups as instructed by her drill sergeant, she had already called the man an arse hole. Gallia had stood up for her and ended sharing the punishment, they both started to talk about their lives, and gradually it turned first into friendship and later love. Nadja smiled as her lover stirred, her big beautiful eyes blinking open. Gallia flashed her a smile. " Good morning, beautiful. How long have you been awake?" Nadja caressed her lover's arm, eliciting a soft purr of arousal from Gallia. " At least ten minutes, my heart. I didn't want to wake you. I love watching you sleep." Gallia kissed her lover, on the lips. " Nads, I have been thinking. I don't want to have keep sneaking off base to spend time with you, we have been doing this for four years. I want our relationship to be open." Nadja, drew her close encircling her petite waist with her arms. " I know, but with the army forbidding our love and and our families disowning just for who we are, there isn't much we can do, I love you, Gal I want you so badly." Gallia caressed her lover's face, gently kissing her cheek. "Why don't we just leave, tomorrow. We can go to somewhere like the UK, where nobody cares who you love." Nadja took her hands in Gallia's. " You want to leave Israel, but what would we do? We are both soldiers, could you see us doing honest jobs?" Gallia took Nadia's hand, kissing it. " Anything that doesn't involve killing. You could get a job in a lab, researching medicines, you have that chemistry degree you worked hard for. As for me, I have my first-aid certificate, I could train to be a nurse, I always wanted to help people not shoot them. We are both orphans, Nads, there is nothing for us in this sandpit. I want to be with the woman I love, I want you." Nadja lent in passionately kissing Gallia. " I love you Gallia Sayer. Ok, we will go to the British Embassy tomorrow. We will apply for asylum, and !eave this hellhole for good." She said as she pulled out, catching a glimpse of her watch on the bedside table. " Shit, it's 07:30. We have a briefing in half an hour." Gallia cursed under her breath, as both women hurriedly pulled on their standard issue olive vests and shorts. Over which they wore their matching green battledress, a loose uniform shirt and trousers, their rank epaulettes on their shoulders, with blue braids descending over their right soldier and their names in Hebrew on their right breasts, black combat boots on their feet. When they finished getting dressed, they placed their blue berets and fastened their watches on their wrists, with their unit insignia on their heads. Gallia tied her hair into a long ponytail, Nadja smiled " I love it when you put your hair up." Gallia smiled a beautiful smile. They came together, taking their hands in each others. " One more day of this shit, Gal. Then we are free." Gallia leant into kiss her lover, the sun glinting off the star of David she wore around her neck. They both wore matching, Nadja had bought a pair, a declaration of their bond. " One more day, Nads" As they pulled out. Squeezing hands, they left their hotel room.


Nadja, drove the couple in their hummer towards the Jerusalem outpost past crowds of early morning hawkers and patrolling IDF soldiers. She glimpsed her reflection in the wing mirror, she had sharp but beautiful features, with high cheekbones, narrow piercing blue eyes and an angular face, all trademarks of her Hungarian heritage. Her light brown shoulder length hair, was done up in a short ponytail that hung from the back of her neck. Gallia had called her classically beautiful, and Nadja understood completely. They looked at each other, gently squeezing each others hands it would be their last intimate contact, they couldn't risk it close to the base. As, they neared the checkpoint into the base the couple prepared their passes. An IDF private saluted them. " Morning, Corporals. You are just in time for the morning briefing. Thank you, Ma'am." He said as he handed them their passes, they returned the salute as he lifted the barrier. Nadja drove past and parked their hummer in the motor pool, then the couple walked into the base.


They found the briefing room a hive of activity, as the men and women of the Jerusalem border guard took their seats awaiting their daily patrol routes. Within ten minutes, they were both called by Sergeant Eli Nethanu, their squad commander. A middle-aged man with a bald head and ice-blue eyes. The two women saluted him, which he returned. " Gadot, Sayer. Good morning, you two have pulled a patrol into Ramallah." Nadja crossed her arms. " Sergeant, Ramallah as been quiet for the last two weeks. All the reports say, that HAMAS are massing in Jericho." Nethanu shook his bald head. " As of yesterday, you would have been correct, Gadot, but last night HAMAS fired rockets from Ramallah at the Northern Checkpoint, three wounded." The couple swore under their breath. " So what are our orders Sergeant? A reconnoitre of the area?" The Sergeant pointed at the map. " Partly, Sayer. Command wants you two on the ground as a show of strength, scare the locals. Maybe seeing two heavily women will get them talking." It took a lot of effort for Nadja not to call the Sergeant on his bullshit. He looked at the couple. "Any questions?" Nadja cocked her head. " Will we have any support, or is it just us two?" Nethanu crossed his arms. " Like you said, Gadot. Our units are tied up in Jericho, so you two are all we could spare." Nadja sighed, glancing at her lover. Seeing their doubt, the Sergeant clapped his hands on their shoulders. " Look I know this is a shit assignment. I don't like it either, if you run into trouble do not engage. Call on the radio, help will come." Then couple reluctantly nodded, they saluted the Sergeant. " Gear up, Corporals. Good luck out there, dismissed." He said after he returned their salute.

Ramallah District- later that morning.


Now equipped with with their tactical vests, helmets and CTAR-21 assault rifles, their berets stowed through their right epaulettes, the couple drove past the Ramallah checkpoint. A pretty female private waved them through with a 'good luck' as they drove into the predominantly Palestinian sector of Ramallah. Their uniforms drawing cold stares from passing locals, Nadja drove towards the start location for their foot patrol. Gallia turned to her lover. " I have a bad feeling, Nads. They are sending us into a powder keg, without any back-up and they expect us to be a show of force. Fat chance of that, my love. We all know how these people treat women , and we are lesbians. To them that's the ultimate evil." Nadja had stopped the hummer, at their start point. She couldn't deny that something felt wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She cupped Gallia's face with her hand. " I know what you mean, my heart. Still this will be our last patrol, in the morning we go to Colonel Vasser and give him our notice. Hell I will snog you in front of him. Then, it's the British Embassy." Gallia leant her head into her lover's hand. " A new life, with you. I cannot wait." They drew in and passionately kissed on the lips, then after they pulled out, got out of their hummer on what would be their last patrol.


After about an hour of pointless foot patrol, enduring the cold stares from passing locals with kids hurling abuse and rocks at them, the couple turned around to look at each other, stopping in the middle of the dusty street. Gallia let out a huge sigh. " What did I tell you, Nads? Show of force my ass. Let's go back to the base. I feel like someone's watching us" She said frustrated. Nadja had to agree with her lover. " We could call it in that we found nothing. I' am getting tired of being pelted by kids, co-" Before she could say anything else, one of the kids grabbed her water bottle and took off down the adjacent alley. "Hey, you little shit. Get back here." Nadja took off after him, with Gallia in tow. " Wait, Nads, it's just water. We've got mine. He's just a kid." The couple ran after the kid, he stopped in the middle of the alley a huge grin on his face. Nadja approached him, taking her helmet off. " Come on, kid. Give it back to me, I won't tell anyone." She held her hand to her chest. " What's your name kid? I'am Nadia" Gallia had caught up to her. " Nads, we should go. Something's not right here. Please, my love." She pulled desperately on her lover's arm. Nadja nodded, as they turned to leave, figures appeared from the shadows clutching AK47's pointing at them, they were surrounded by militants their faces covered by head scarfs. " Maybe you have listened, to your lover. Jew bitch." Said their leader, a swarthy skinned man with deep brown eyes. " Both of you, drop your weapons. You are now prisoners of HAMAS, my Jewish friends." As the couple disarmed, they held their hands up. " Please, let my Gallia go. You only need one of us, take me." A HAMAS militant had restrained Gallia with a plastic tie. " No, Nadja. I won't let you sacrifice yourself for me. Take me--uhh!" The militant had struck her on the back of her head with his rifle, knocking her unconscious. " No, Gallia. You bastard, you fucking bastard I will ki-- ugh!" Nadja doubled over, after a militant shoved his rifle butt into her stomach. Winded she looked up at him. " No, I think I will take the both of you. We need your uniforms and your weapons. We also have questions, Jew girl. And you have the answers." Before she could spit at him, she felt a sudden pain in the back of her head. She fell forwards into the sand, knowing only black. Hearing only the sounds of laughter.



"Wakey, wakey. Jewish Whore." Came the laughter. She felt the sudden sensation, of being dunked into ice cold water she shot awake, and saw her beloved Gallia tied up in a chair facing her wearing only her underwear, as was Nadja. "Hello, beautiful" she said weakly. Her beautiful face, was marred her left eye was closed like a tomato, her lips split and her nose broken. Blood trickling from a cut above her right eye. She had been savagely beaten, her perfect skin pockmarked by cigarette burns all over her body. "No! NO! Gallia stay with me, my heart. You fucking savages! I will kill you!" The leader from earlier got into her face. " How touching. Not only we have two infidel bitches, they are deviants as well. Shunned by both their god and ours." The rest of his pack, laughed. Nadja could make out behind him, two female militants dressing in her and Gallia's uniforms, smirks on their faces as they caught her eye. Nadja, turned back to their leader. " Fuck your god, bastard." She spat in his face, he wiped his face then belted her across her face, breaking her nose. " Silence, fucking woman!" Nadja, still stunned by the blow caught her lovers one good eye, Gallia laughed a weak sound it broke Nadia's heart. The leader got up, he held out his arms. " Come let us start over. I believe in civilised discourse, between enemies." Another round of laughter. " My name is Malik, and you are my guests. Now Jewess, what do I call you." Nadja turned to her sweet Gallia broken and burned, she nodded. " Corporal Nadja Gadot, son-of-a-bitch!" Malik struck her again. " Now-Now Nadja, didn't your parents touch you any manners." Nadja spat out a wad of blood. " Maybe they didn't get around to it, because you blew them up, bastard!" Malik laughed,then walked over to Gallia. " You are a feisty little Jew aren't you. Here is how this is going to work. You tell me what I want to know, and I will let you both go. You don't then..." He drew his combat knife, sliding it across Gallia's right arm, drawing blood. Gallia screamed in pain, a sound that pierced Nadia's heart. " You bastard! Don't touch her again, or I will kill you." Malik laughed at their pain. " You are in no position to make threat's, deviant. Where are the locations of the Ramallah checkpoints? Troop strengths at each? Tell me or I will cut your bitch." Nadja looked at Gallia, tears streaming down her face. " Don't tell them anything, my love."Gallia coughed. Malik cut her arm again, more screams from Gallia. He repeated the question. Nadja couldn't stand to see her like this, she could feel her heart breaking. She had to say something. With tears running down her face, and before Malik could cut her again, she looked at the HAMAS leader. Her voice choked with tears. " I will tell you, everything. Just stop, hurting her please. No more. " Malik smiled sheathing his knife. " You see, just a little friendly persuasion. Fetch me a pen and paper." One of his men left the room momentarily, then returned. Over the course of the next five minutes, Nadja gave them out of date intelligence, the wrong positions and falsified troop numbers. When she was finished, she turned to her broken lover. " Gal. It's going to be alright, they won't hurt you anymore. We are getting out here, stay with me." Malik smiled, drawing his pistol. " Well one of you are..." He held up his Makarov pistol, held it to Gallia's head and pulled the trigger. For Nadja, timed seemed to stop, as she saw the bullet tear through her head. " Noooo! WHY! I told you everything. You killed her! You fucking bastard! She was innocent!" Nadja cried her heart shattered. Malik shrugged, then ripped the star of David from around Gallias throat. " One less Deviant bitch in the world." Nadja called her name again and again but she wouldn't wake. She turned to Malik. " I swear on the soul of my beloved, I will cut your throat with your own knife." She then looked around the room, remembering their faces. " You are all going to die." Malik and his men laughed. " I doubt that, highly Jewish Whore. Strip them naked. Beat her to a pulp, brothers. Then dump them in the landfill, send our Jewish oppressors a message, this is how we treat their bitches." Her tore off Nadja's star and walked away, as is men beat her into a inch of her life and tore off her underwear. Nadja screamed in pain.

The morning after

She awoke laying next to her beloved, their naked intertwined bodies on their bed. " Hello beautiful." Gallia said, smiling her beautiful smile. Nadja blinked. " Gal, my heart. I had a terrible nig-" Suddenly burns appeared on her body, another blink, her face was beaten, her left eye swollen. Gallia looked at Nadja, her beaten face full of concern, then red strips appeared across her arms. " Nads, what's wrong? Then a gunshot rang out, a hole appeared in the middle of her head, blood running down her head. " Help, me Nads." Nadja shook her head...

She awoke, laying next to her dead beloved, their naked bodies laying on a rubbish tip. Nadja looked at her beloveds face bloody, broken a ugly head hole in her forehead. " Gallia, wake up. Gal, please wake up." She cried her voice weak full of pain, she moved her broken body wincing from the pain. She cradled her dead lover in her arms, trying to rouse her. " No, Gal it can't be true. Your just sleeping." She knew that wasn't the truth, she remembered the shot, Gallia's head snapping back, their laughter, she remembered everything. Cradling the naked body of her lover, she screamed. She didn't know how long, she was there rocking the body of her once beautiful Gallia but she was soon discovered by an IDF patrol. They had been sent to look for them, it only had taken them a day to log their disappearance. Many of the troops were physically sick at the tragic site that had befallen their comrades, the women where crying. As Nadja, sat there cradling her dead beloved, an IDF soldier tried to pry her away from Gallia's corspe. " No! Fuck off, she's not dead. She's not dead, just sleeping." She cried. The soldier knelt by her, tears in her eyes. " Soldier, there is nothing we can do for her. She is with God now. Her suffering is over. Come on, let her go." Nadja, both physically and mentally spend passed out onto the Earth. The last thing she heard, was the female soldier calling for a medic.



Nadja, awoke. She wasn't in bed with her beloved but in a military hospital. The brutal death of Gallia was still fresh in her mind, but somehow it didn't feel real. Nadja turned to the ward door, half expecting Gal to come walking down the aisle, smiling her beautiful smile telling her to get her lazy sweet ass out of bed. Instead it was an attractive blonde military nurse, dressed in medical scrubs. " Corporal Gadot, you are awake. No No don't get up. Those are fresh bandages." She walked over to Nadja's bedside. " How long have I been out, where is Gallia?" The nurse looked at her, trying to keep herself from tears. "You are in Jerusalem Military Hospital, they brought you in this morning. You have been out of 8 hours. Your... friend is down... she's gone." Nadja looked at her, swallowing hard. " She was the love of my live, and I couldn't save her. They shot her in front of me. And it's all my fault." The nurse put a hand on her shoulder. " I understand, my beloved is out there. Fighting for us. I worry about her. " Nadja turned away from her. " How can you possibly understand? You can go back to her, hold her, love her. But my heart is broken. " Before the nurse could reply, the doors to the ward flew open, revealing Colonel Victor Dasser, flanked by two other staff officers. He was a middle aged man, aged 60 with a pockmarked face, grey hair with square framed glasses around his brown eyes. He purposefully stopped in front of Nadja's bed. He turned to the nurse. "Leave us, we need to talk to the corporal alone." The nurse nodded then she left. He turned to Nadja. " Corporal, how are you feeling?" Suddenly Nadja, felt a welling of rage inside her breast. " With respect sir, fuck off. You never gave a shit about me or Gallia, you sent us into a hostile area with no support. We were captured, beaten, stripped and tortured. They stole our uniforms, our weapons and our pride. Then he shot her, the love of my live, gone. And I couldn't do a fucking thing. So you don't have the right to ask me that question. That's what I will put in my report, I will burn you for this." The colonel took off his beret, and took a deep breath. " To the point then. If you go on record with that, then I will expose your affair, with your precious Gallia. Her name will be dragged through the mud, yours too. You think I didn't notice, the looks you shared, the testimony I have recieved. I'am no fool. You will both be labelled deviant and she will not get a military funeral." Nadja got up, despite the pain wracking her body. " You miserable bastard! She was Innocent! You would take her memory, just to save face! We fought for you, for this land, and this is how we are rewarded!" Nadja wanted to jump out of her bed and strangle him. The colonel took off his glasses. " So what's to be Corporal, shame and dishonour or a heroes funeral, a new career in the Mossad for you." Nadja was visibly shaking, her hands gripping the bedsheets she wanted to tear out his throat. " Alright, sir. You win. But remember this, whether it is tomorrow, next week or a year from now, I will kill you for this betrayal." He simply shook his head, replaced his glasses and walked out. " Goodbye Corporal Gadot, you won't be seeing me again." Nadja stared at his back. " I wouldn't count on it, sir. This is not over." When he left, she leant back into her bed " This is not over..."


Two years later

" Dammit, Agent Gadot. You were supposed to question him, not kill him!" Came the voice of Nadja's handler Erik Levitz, as he angrily threw a CCTV picture in front of her. " We wanted actionable intelligence, from him instead you beat him to death." Nadja merely shrugged. " One less Muslim in the world, why should I care?" They were sitting in his office, in Mossads Jerusalem HQ. Levitz drew a frustrated breath. "This isn't the first time, Nadja. Drinking on the job, the use of excessive force and conduct unbecoming an agent of the Mossad. I was willing to overlook the other things, because of your.. ordeal. But you have gone too far." Nadja leaned back in her chair. " I never wanted this fucking job. It was given to me to keep me quiet. Two years ago, I lost everything that really mattered to me, you think I care about any of this, screw you." Levitz shook his head. " Do you want me to fire you?" Nadja got up out of her chair. " Here, Levitz. Let me save you the trouble" She took out her Mossad ID and threw it in is face. " I quit." She then stormed out of his office and out of the building. She felt liberated, free. She had waited for so long, to do that. Now it was time, to put her plan onto motion, first she needed a drink.


Nadja sat in the bar, in the Three Cymbals pub. It was a favourite of Gallia's, they would often come here after their shifts. Often they would bribe the landlord, to use one of his back rooms for sex. Now that seemed a distant memory. She was looking at a pretty young IDF Corporal, on her own, sizing her up a plan forming in her mind. She was wearing a similar uniform to what Gallia and herself had worn, but with a red beret. She had shallow cheekbones, with blue almond shaped eyes and a rounded face, her long brown hair done up in a braided ponytail that hung from the top of her head. The insignia on her beret was Vassers new command. The girl looked to be her size.The sound of the bar door opening threw her back to the present. Then a middle aged blonde woman with shoulder length hair and green eyes walked in, sitting next to Nadja. " Penny for your thoughts?" She spoke with a British accent. Nadja turned to her " Excuse me?" The blonde woman ordered two bourbons." Forgive me, Ms Gadot. I have been watching you for some time. What is it exactly do you want with that pretty Corporal?" Nadja took her bourbon, sipping it. " I don't see how it's any concern of yours, woman." The blonde took a smell of her drink, stirring it. " That's where you are wrong. My organisation as been watching you, and we are very interested in recruiting your skills." Nadja was growing impatient with this Brit. " Cut to the chase and skip the theatrics. I'am not in the mood." The British woman merely smiled, and pulled out a business card, sliding it across the table. " Call me, Mother. I work on behalf of the Shadow Initiative, a private contractor looking to to retain your skills." Nadja brow furrowed, she took another swig of the Amber liquid. " I never even heard of you people, why are you interested in me?" Mother lent over the bar, tenting her fingers. " I have been were you are now. Thrown under the bus, unable to save the one you love, betrayed by those you thought allies. Allow me to help you. Tell me your plan." Nadja drew a deep breath, not knowing if she was incriminating her self. She lent in and whispered. " That soldier behind me. I need to steal her uniform. Her hummer is parked out front, with her guns and armour. I can get into Ramallah, the HAMAS cell that beat us and killed my Gallia, haven't moved. Then when I'am done, I will drive to Vassers home and kill him. Afterwards they can do want they like to me, I just want to be with my Gallia again." Mother finished her bourbon. " Here's another suggestion, join us. We can give you purpose, direction. Something to live for. Would Gallia want you to throw your life away, avenging her?" Nadja slammed her glass down. " How dare you, presume to know me, bitch. Or her, she died in front of me, this is all I have left. So thank you for your offer but, fuck off." The pretty Corporal got up to leave, Nadja followed her out. Mother called after her. " Death is never the answer, you are better than this, Nadja." Nadja ignored her, death would solve everything.


Nadja followed the young Corporal, to the back alley of the Three Symbals. Where she had her hummer, with her gear stashed. As she started to unlock her door, Nadja approached her " Give me your uniform, and your keys, now!" The soldier turned to Nadja. " Your drunk, just go home. I don't have time for this." Nadja started to panic, then she saw the reflection of Gallia in the hummer window, she was broken and bloody. She nodded to her lover. Nadja knew what she had to do. In one smooth motion, she clamped her right hand over the woman's mouth and twisted to the right, just like they showed her in basic. She heard the bone break, with a sickening crack. The young Corporal, fell to the floor dead. Suddenly, Nadja threw up away from the dead woman's body. The shock of the kill, had turned her insides out. When she was finished, she closed the dead woman's eye's. " I'am so sorry..." She muttered to the corpse as she dragged it out of sight, then after she stripped off down to her underwear Nadja began to strip her. Nadja started by unlacing the combat boots, removing them from her feet along with her black socks slipping them over her feet. Unbuttoning the uniform shirt, she hoistered the dead woman into a seated position , slipping the garment from her shoulders. Her well developed C-cups covered by her standard issue olive vest nipples peaking through the thin fabric. Nadja then unfastened the uniform trousers, working them loose off the dead woman's hips and peeling them off her long toned legs, freeing them off the body. This left the former Corporal, in nothing but her matching standard issue olive vest and shorts. Nadja finished dressing in her stolen uniform, when she was finished, she scooped up the underwear clad corpse and deposited her in the boot of the hummer, then put on the dead woman's tactical vest and helmet and got behind the wheel.


It didn't take long, for Nadja to retrace her steps back to where her life had ended, two years ago. Her disguise had got her past the checkpoint into Ramallah. She pulled the Hummer out of sight, and looked over her Arsenal. A CTAR-21 rifle with 3 clips of ammo, and a Beretta 9mm sidearm with 3 clips of spare ammo. There were also suppressors for the rifle and sidearm, Malik's cell numbered about ten men. There was enough for all of them, if there was any collarateral damage she didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. Nadja affixed the suppressors onto her weapons. Then she advanced on the door to Maliks compound, she had memorised the layout and gleaned the location from the Mossad files she had stolen, at least the job was good for something.


She advanced to the entrance of the compound flanked by two sentries,carrying AK47's, before they could react, she put a single shot into each of their heads, their brains splattered against the wall. Moving into the building she went room to room, calmly shooting the sleeping militants before they could wake. In one room, she found the two female militants who had stolen their uniforms. According to the reports she had later read, they had murdered several IDF personnel, wearing those uniforms. They were sleeping together, naked, just like her and Gallia. She waited until they woke, a shocked expression on their faces, flashed them a smirk then shot each of them in the head. After she left their room, she proceeded down the hall. Checking her corners and reloaded once. In five minutes she had slain 9 militants, but their was one more. Nadja made her way into Maliks bedroom, there she found the cell leader in bed with his wife. They stirred as Nadja stood at the foot of their bed, she levelled her rifle at his wife's head. " Hello, Malik. Don't you remember, I did try to warn you. But all did was laugh and kill her." They put their hands up. " Please, don't hurt my wife she's.. " Nadja shot through her head. " You Jewish cunt" He screamed as he saw his wife fall out if the bed. Nadja shot him though his leg, he tumbled to the ground clutching his leg. "...Innocent? My Gallia was innocent, but you didn't care. Now you know what it feels like, to lose the one you love." She picked up his knife, and knelt beside him. " Do you remember what I told you, when you killed Gallia, about cutting your throat with this knife. " She straddled him, and drew the knife across his throat. He clutched his throat as he bled out. Nadja dropped the bloody knife and walked away, she searched for her and Gallia's stars of David. She found them in one of the jewellery boxes, she pocketed them, she turned to the dying man. "These are not yours theif." She watched a little bit longer, as he slowly bled out, then looping her stolen rifle around her shoulder, Nadja exited the room.


When she got back to the hummer, she broke down and cried shocked at the level of brutality she had just committed. The only death she regretted was the soldiers death, but she had everything she needed. Gallia herself had wished it, hadn't she? She shook her head, she didn't know how to process these feelings or the darkness that grew in her heart. She started the Hummer, there was only one target left. She drove back towards Jerusalem and Colonel Vasser.


After stripping off the soldiers tactical vest and helmet, Nadja drove to the home of Colonel Vasser. She waited for the man to exit his home. It was dawn, the sun was coming over the horizon. Nadja was worried she might lose the darkness. As soon as the man left his home, she raked the slide back on her stolen Beretta, chambering a round then left the hummer. As she approached him, his eyes widened. "Gadot? What are you doing here?" Nadja raised the pistol at his chest. " Fufilling a promise." Vasser stood his ground, "So now you are a murderer. Do you think any of this will bring her back?" Nadja shrugged her shoulders, she saw Gallia over the Colonels shoulder, she nodded once. " No, but it's a fucking start." Nadja shot him twice in the chest, then walking up to his dying body, shot him through the head, killing him. She quickly fled the area before any witnesses showed up.


As she walked around the corner, a black SUV shot out in front of her, blocking her path. The window opened, revealing Mother's face. " My god. You have killed 12 people in one night, and you don't even look phased. Come with me, Nadja the Shadow Initiative can help you" Nadja panicked soon their would be police soon. " Help me with what?" Mother took a deep breath. " Absolution, now get in. Do not throw your life away, Gallia would want you to live." With no alternative, Nadja jumped into the waiting SUV. They drove off into the night.


She had driven them to a small private airport, outside Jerusalem where they boarded a leerjet. When they sat down, Mother offered Nadja a glass of bourbon. " So the Shadow Initiative. Is that still on the table?" Mother poured a glass of the Amber liquid for herself." I would not have offered if I didn't think you capable. Just one thing, once you join you disappear, become a ghost. To the world Nadja Gadot, is dead. And you will need a codename, something that defines you." She smiled before she said it. " Vesper, the wasp. She strikes fast and true. It was Gallia's favourite insect." Mother lent back, tenting her fingers. " Vesper it is, a good choice. Welcome to the Shadow Initiative, Junior Operative Vesper."

[esercito sconfitto]

well this was...well, intense

I suggest to edit the part with the unnecessary ( and unwanted ) death of the Israeli soldier girl she can be put to sleep



Nadja Gadot at the beginning of the tale

( the picture portrays Gal Gadot during her mandatory service in the IDF )

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks esercito.

A curious thing is that I was originally going to cast Evangeline Lilly for the role of Vesper, but simon4242 suggested Gal Gadot instead. Gal is a much better fit

Special guest appearance by Natalie Portman as Gallia Sayer.

She dyed her hair blonde, during her first few years in the SI, I wanted to present Vesper here as a youthful, naive soldier, who wanted nothing more then to be with the woman she loved before her descent into darkness, fate sadly drew her and Gallia a bad hand.

The problem is in Vesper's personnel file, I mentioned the death of the IDF soldier girl as being Nadja's first murder. If I were to edit it here I would have to edit that the personnel file as well.

The fact that Nadja felt remorse and even shame at the brutal act, does give an interesting window into her soul.

I do apologise if it got a little Tarantino at the end,

Miranda's double bill will be set during her brief service with MI6, as a rookie agent who doesn't exactly play by the rules. They will be both non-lethal, and based on a certain favourite secret agent of the USB who always had an alias.

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it was only a suggestion

PS I adore Tarantino

[Stormtrooper1990]

It's ok I appreciate the input

A fellow Tarantino fan, I doff my hat my friend

My best friend, she likes him too as well as USB.

[simon4242]

yep great story tho i dont disagree with what ES said, killing a fellow soldier however griefstricken does seem a bit far fetched and OTT and a bit jarring but still love your work stormzy

[Stormtrooper1990]

yep great story tho i dont disagree with what ES said, killing a fellow soldier however griefstricken does seem a bit far fetched and OTT and a bit jarring but still love your work stormzy

I think Nadja, was desperate and just a little bit drunk. This was her first time in stealing a uniform. And by that point she wasn't IDF any more, she had been discharged and joined the Mossad. I think Nadja didn't care anymore, and was suffering from PTSD.

Had Mother not recruited her, Nadia's next move would most likely have been to take her own life.

[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

Another solid story here. Many aspects to like about it. One thing though. Hamas has for many years been trying to kidnap a female IDF or policewoman. There were also a few abduction attempts. I can't help but think they would have held onto her as a prize/negotiating tool for many years ... unfortunately for her. This might provide the back drop for a similar story with the victim finally released many years later, but brainwashed and out to create havoc by uniform stealing or collecting new hostages for her real mistresses. A bit deep, but just an idea.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Another solid story here. Many aspects to like about it. One thing though. Hamas has for many years been trying to kidnap a female IDF or policewoman. There were also a few abduction attempts. I can't help but think they would have held onto her as a prize/negotiating tool for many years ... unfortunately for her. This might provide the back drop for a similar story with the victim finally released many years later, but brainwashed and out to create havoc by uniform stealing or collecting new hostages for her real mistresses. A bit deep, but just an idea.

That was the inspiration behind Nadja's tale, but I thought Hamas would kill Gallia and beat Nadja, because they were lesbian, and because that they were only Corporals.

But as Nadja later discovered when she went on her killing spree, that the two hamas women who had stolen their uniforms were sleeping together. This proves that Malik was a hypocrite, just like everyone else who had wronged her, he killed Gallia just because he could and that she was a woman.

That sounds a little like 'Prisoners of War' by Gideon Raff, itself the inspiration behind the TV series 'Homeland' with Claire Danes and Damien Lewis. Might be an interesting idea, for a brainwashed female marine returning home from being captured. She ends up stealing uniforms from various women in a plot to assassinate an high-ranking US politician, maybe the president.

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