Sisterhood

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is the last in a trilogy of Miranda's prequel stories, before she joined the Shadow Initiative. Here Miranda as travelled to New York, as the remaining next of kin, to identify her sisters body. Frustrated by the lack of progress in the Investigation, Miranda decides to follow her own path to seek justice for Stephanie's murder. However, it will be a path that leads her to a fateful encounter and alter the course of of her life forever.

25\05\2022

"Ms Croft, you should know that when we found your sister's body in Central park, she was not in a good way. I would understand, if you rather not do this." Came the voice of NYPD detective Declan Spooner, as Miranda stood over her sister's body covered over by a blue mortuary sheet. Miranda visibly shook at the sight of her sister's body, the only family she had left. Tears streaming down her face. " With respect, Detective. I have served two tours in Afghanistan, disarmed explosives, seen my fellow soldiers blown apart, and shot. I have seen blood and death. I need to see her." The detective nodded, gesturing to the medical examiner to lift the sheet. Despite what she just said, nothing could prepare her for the sight of her sisters naked body all cut up with multiple lacerations across her once beautiful body. Miranda couldn't hold back the tears any longer, she held her hand to her mouth. " Steph, my god. W-what have they done to you. WHY?!" She caressed her dead sister's face, an exact replica of her own. Tears streaming down her face, she kissed her sisters forehead. " Farewell, my sweet sister. I'am so sorry.." Taking a deep breath, as the medical examiner covered her face with the sheet. " We were only two minutes apart.." She choked, her voice full of rage. The detective laid her hand on her shoulder. " I'am sorry for your loss, Ms Croft." Miranda pulled away from the unwanted contact. " Who were the bastards that did this?" She said without turning away from her sister's body. " We believe that she knew her attacker, the first blow came from the front. Then the multiple wounds around her body suggest 5 attackers, they raped her as she was being stabbed and post mortem." Miranda, now visibly rocking turned to the detective. " Do you have any leads, suspects. Tell me!?" Detective Spooner hesitated. " We have several leads and 5 suspects but I cannot comment any further on the Investigation." Miranda got into his face, her grief replaced by anger. " So why don't you do your cop thing, and bring them in? Or are you just chicken shit?" The detective took a deep breath. " Ms Croft, rest assured we are doing all we can to--" Miranda let a sarcastic laugh, full of grief. " I hate when coppers say that, you might as well say we cannot be fucking arsed." The detective shook his head. " I understand you are grieving but please allow us to do our jobs." Miranda turned back to her sisters body. " You don't know shit. I will tell you something, if you won't find her killers I will find them myself, and they will not have the benefit of a trial by jury. Not when I'am through with them." The detective leaned into her face. "Do not think of taking the law into your hands, Ms Croft. The city of New York doesn't take too kindly to vigilantes." He whispered with menace. Miranda scoffed. " That your idea of a threat, detective. You remind me of my MI6 handler, and he's a toothless wanker." Taking her sisters personal effects, Miranda left the mortuary without another word.


Miranda stood in her sister's apartment still in shock over seeing her cut up like that. She looked at the various photographs on her sisters mantle, there were many pictures of them in happier times. There when Miranda had received her Military Cross, she had forgotten how dashing she looked in dress greens, another when Steph had graduated, Miranda had managed to scrounge leave just to see her graduation. Then finally, a photograph of the sisters with their foster family, they were good people decent for coppers. Richard and Martha Croft, had died 3 years earlier in a car accident after Miranda had received her Gallantry medal, leaving Miranda once again as Steph's only next of kin, Miranda missed them, she wondered what they would make of the shoddy police work of the NYPD. Miranda sighed, this trip down memory lane was getting her nowhere. Picking up her sisters journal, Miranda flicked through the latest entries, the detective had mentioned that she knew her first attacker then came the ambush. As she read through the entries, one name kept on cropping up, Max. There was no further details, just more gushing over it's good looks. Miranda put the diary in her jacket pocket, and took one of the pictures from the shelf, the graduation picture. She removed it from the frame, putting the picture in her jacket. Miranda knew that the best place to get fresh leads was back at the 25th precinct, but she doubted Detective wanker would let her walk in, she needed a police uniform. Miranda walked to the apartment window, peering through the blinds. It seemed that the detective had placed a tail on her, there was an NYPD blue and white across the street parked in the alley. From here, Miranda could see that it was a female uniformed officer, and a looker at that. Miranda smiled, it wasn't often that she could steal a uniform on her doorstep.


NYPD Officer Claire Maxwell, sat in her patrol car across from Stephanie Croft's apartment. Detective Spooner had ordered her to keep an eye on her sister Miranda, he was afraid that she might do something crazy. Vigilante crazy. Claire really couldn't blame the woman, if it had been her sister or her wife then she would hunt her killers to the ends of the world. Justice was slow in the big apple, Claire had only been a cop for two years but had figured that out. At 23, she had been married for two years and her wife had said she was the most beautiful cop on the force. With high cheekbones, narrow blue eyes and a heart shaped face, her dark brown hair done up in a ponytail at the back of her head. She was dressed in her standard NYPD uniform, matching black shirt, with her badge and nameplate on her left breast, the police crest on her left shoulder, with black trousers and laced dress shoes on her feet. A gunbelt, with her Glock 17, baton, cuffs, spare ammo, taser and pepper spray, around her waist. Under her uniform, Claire wore a black undershirt with NYPD stencilled on the neck and matching white sports bra and thong panties. She sighed, she didn't think this Miranda woman would be threat to anyone, as she was about to switch on her car ignition, she saw Miranda walk to her patrol car. She had two steaming cups of coffee, in her hands a huge smile on her face. Claire wound her window down, she couldn't deny that the woman was really attractive. " So the detective sent you to spy on me did he?" Claire got out of her car. " Detective Spooner just wanted to make sure you got to your sister's apartment safely." Miranda flashed her a smile, despite herself Claire became slightly aroused. " Well remind me to thank the detective for his concern. Here." Miranda gave her a mug of coffee. " A pretty cop like you, all on your own. You could do with a pick me up." Claire took the mug, getting a generous view of Miranda's B-cup breasts, through her tank top. It took all of Claire's self control, to remember she was married. As she put the mug of coffee on the car roof, she heard her police radio. " Unit 319, come in over." As Claire took her radio, to answer she did not see Miranda creep up behind her, she only felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Then she knew only black, as she collapsed to the pavement unconscious.


Miranda had to admit, giving the pretty cop a neck chop was just as arousing has a chokehold, or her personal favourite the neck pinch. After she chucked the coffee away, Miranda unlocked the patrol cars boot then dragged the unconscious officer to the back of her car. She stripped down to her underwear, then kneeling beside the sleeping officer began to strip her. Miranda started by removing the cops gunbelt and shoes, slipping off the white socks off the officers feet and onto her feet. She then unbuttoned the unconscious officer's shirt, pulled her up into a seated position, slipping off the garment from the officers shoulders. Letting the unconscious woman fall back down to the pavement, Miranda pulled off the officer's undershirt, exposing a pair of well developed C-cup breasts covered by a white sports bra. Miranda felt her loins fire up, at the site of the officers nipples peaking through the thin fabric. Resisting the urge, to take the officers bra off to have a peak, Miranda unfastened the uniform trousers working them free of the cops shapely hips, peeling them down her long divine legs, off her body. This left a plain white matching thong protecting the woman's modesty, Miranda decided to let the cop keep her underwear, she shook the feeling of disappointment, this was for Steph. Miranda got dressed in the cops uniform, securing the gunbelt around her waist, when she was finished she bound the cops arms and legs with cable ties, she found in the patrol car. Working the scrunchie loose from the cops hair Miranda stuffed in her mouth to gag her and sealed it with a strip of duct tape. Miranda hauled the unconscious underwear clad cop on her shoulder, putting her in the boot of her car, along with her discarded clothes. Before she closed the car boot, Miranda noticed a gun case opening it she found an MP5 submachine gun, that would come in handy for later. Satisfied, she closed the boot and walked to the driver's side of the car. Getting in, Miranda placed the officers hat on her head then switched on the ignition, pulling out of the alleyway, she picked up the car radio. " Unit 319 here. No change, Croft is still in the apartment over." Miranda said in a perfect imitation of Officer Maxwell's Brooklyn accent. .


It took Miranda 15 minutes to drive to the police precinct, where Detective Spooner was based. She took a deep breath, Miranda knew that she was in big trouble this time. Even MI6 wouldn't be able to get her out of this, her career was practically over. She had just assaulted a police officer, stolen her uniform and patrol car, the best she could hope for was prison. Perhaps worst once she caught up to the bastards who butchered her sister and violated her, but she didn't care, this was for Steph. The cop in the back, was a means to an end, the 5 men targets. This was another mission, one of revenge. To balance the fucking scales. Miranda got out of the patrol car, walking towards the station, keeping her head down letting the disguise do it's work. Keeping the hat firmly square on her head, Miranda walked into the homicide department scanning the whiteboard. It was all here, the names of the men, their faces but not their current location. Something was wrong, there was enough evidence to bring them in but so far the police had done nothing. If Miranda had to guess, Spooner was being paid off, she would get to him later. Glancing at one face, she read his name, Max De Soto. The Max from Steph's journal, Miranda memorised his details with her eidetic memory, when she was finished she left the homicide department. As she got to the top of the stairs, Miranda froze, she glanced Spooner entering the precinct. Reacting quickly, Miranda blended in with a group of officers, walking out of the precinct, she kept her head low walking past the detective and out of the station. Miranda got back into her stolen police cruiser, entering Max De Soto's details into the car's computer. She smiled, it gave his address and his license and registration. An idea formed in her mind, it was time to make a little traffic stop.


Miranda sat in her stolen patrol car, across from the home of Max De Soto, an upmarket apartment in Turtle Bay. She noticed that his car was a black Porsche Carrera. Was that how he snared Steph? With his posh car and chiseled looks, only to be the first to stick his knife in her gut. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. This wasn't Afghanistan, nor a MI6 operation, it was personal. After 5 minutes, the man himself emerged, the first of Steph's killers. He was a youngish man, late twenties if Miranda was any judge, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin and chiseled face. De Soto got into his car, pulling out off the sidewalk, Miranda pulled out to follow. After 10 minutes, Miranda switched on the blue lights, Desoto pulled into a deserted alley. Miranda playing the cop walked towards his car, readying the cops taser. She could see him, take a big envelop from his jacket pocket, as she walked to the driver's side door. " I thought we were paid up for the month, what gives?" Miranda, calmly whipped out the taser and shot 20,000 volts into his face. He was transfixed in pain, then fell unconscious onto his steering wheel. Acting quickly, she dragged the unconscious man from his car and into an abandoned building.


Using the handcuffs from her stolen gunbelt, Miranda cuffed De Soto to an empty chair she scrounged up in the dingy soundproof room. She ripped open his shirt, attaching the prongs of the taser to his bare chest. When he stirred, she gave him a little shock. " Ahh- You bitch. Wait your no cop, Croft!" Miranda circled him, her face full of rage. " That's right, murdering bastard! You didn't know we were twins, did you?" He panted from the pain of the taser shock. " I know who you are, bitch. She wouldn't shut up about you, Miranda this, Miranda that. The way she went on about you, I would have thought you were a fucking saint." Miranda shocked him again, she shot into his face as her screamed." She had a name, Bastard! Stephanie Helen Croft! And you and your cowardly piece of shit friends murdered her! She was worth 10 of you, each!" Miranda pulled the trigger, sending more pain coursing through his body. " You have no idea who you are fucking with, stupid bitch!" He spat at her feet. Miranda shocked him again. " You do that again, motherfucker, and I stick this on your balls! Now tell me where your friends are hiding, and I will end you quickly, which was more then you ever gave Steph." De Soto panted, still recovering from the taser. " There are more of us then you know, Croft. But you will find out soon enough, oh yes." He started to laugh, but it ended in a scream as Miranda pressed the trigger again. " I don't have time for cryptic bullshit, De Soto, tell me now!" He writhed in pain, as the electricity flowed around his body. " Enough, Enough!! I will tell you, but only because my friends will kill you anyway. They are in a safehouse, in Hell's Kitchen East 22nd Street, apartment 256. Now, make it quick, bitch. I die knowing I serve a higher purpose." Miranda took off the taser prongs, stowing it back in her gunbelt. " You know she was crying your name, as we stuck her both with our knifes and our pricks." As he started to laugh , Miranda kicked his chair over in rage then stood over him, her foot over his neck. He spat at her." Go to hell, limey bitch!" Miranda began to apply pressure to his neck with her foot. " I already have , motherfucker!" She twisted her foot, crushing his throat. " It was called Afghanistan." Miranda watched as he gurgled his last, unable to breathe, when De Soto had finally expired she retrieved the handcuff, leaving him dead on the cold floor. " That was for my sister." Miranda said as she left the room.


As she walked towards her stolen police cruiser, Miranda could here a sound coming from the boot. As she opened it, she found the unconscious underwear clad officer had woken up, when the cop saw her she started to scream through her gag. Miranda took out the taser, taking off the muzzle exposing the capacitor. When she saw it, she began to cry begging for Miranda not to shock her. " You know, I would have apologised to you by now. But this is about my sister. You had your uniform, I needed it and I took it. It fits me quite well, by the way. Now if you don't mind my dear..." Miranda pressed the taser to the cops thigh and pulled the trigger. The cops screams muffled through her gag, as the electricity coursed through her body rendering her unconscious. " Nighty- night, bitch." Said Miranda as she closed the car boot.


It took Miranda, 30 minutes to find the address De Soto had told her about. Miranda pulled the police cruiser into an alley way, she switched off the engine getting out of the car. She walked to the car boot, sparing the unconscious underwear clad cop one more glance as she retrieved the MP5 from the gun case, along with 3 spare clips of ammo a tactical vest with NYPD stencilled on the back and two flashbang grenades . Miranda slipped the Kevlar vest over her stolen uniform, as ex-military Miranda appreciated the extra protection the vest would afford her. She looped the MP5 over her shoulder, slotted the flashbangs in her vest and entered the apartments.

As she made her way up the stairs, she had begun to draw a lot of looks from passers by and tenants. As she walked past them up the stairs, she put on her best New York accent. " Police matter, return to your home's, bar the doors." The tenants gave her wide eyed looks, and complied with her directions. Miranda had to smile, the benefits of a police uniform. It didn't take her long to find apartment 256, Miranda stacked up beside the door, readying herself. She hadn't felt this buzzed since Afghanistan. Hearing the sound of a TV beyond the door, Miranda quietly entered the apartment, her MP5 readied she closed the door behind her. Suddenly a man appeared, from the kitchen on her right, and he was armed with a MP7 submachine gun. They shared glances, but before he could call for help, Miranda put three in his chest in a tight grouping. He fell back into the kitchen dead. By now his buddies had been alerted, she could hear footsteps coming from the rear living space, Miranda darting in the bathroom for cover as a hail of bullets impacted the wall,where she had been a second earlier. " Well, it's the other Croft sister. Nice of you to save us the trouble to come find you." Came the voice of one of the men from down the corridor. Miranda blindfired around the corner. " What's that supposed to mean, fucking wanker?" She heard laughter " You mean you don't know, we were just getting started with your sister. Well it doesn't matter, now. You will be dead soon." Where these men after her too? Was the death of her a cruel ruse to drew her out? And why, who wanted them dead?" None of this mattered, what mattered was that these bastards murdered her sister, and they were going to pay. Miranda took out a flashbang, pulling the pin she gave the grenade time to cook before she hurled it. As soon as she heard the grenade go off, with a loud bang and ringing, Miranda advanced down the corridor. One of the men, a dark haired brute with a moustache have been blinded by the grenade, Miranda quickly tapped her SMG in a three round burst, sending two shots to his chest and one to the head before he could recover. He slumped down, leaving a trial of blood on the wall. Miranda quickly searched for the next man, but before she check her corner she was bowled off her feet, sending her SMG sliding down the hall . The second man, a bald man with blue eyes, stood over her with a knife. " Say hi to your sister, Croft." Reacting quickly, Miranda kicked the man's legs from under him, sending him to the ground, his knife flew out his hand. She rose to her feet, quickly drawing the Glock 17, shooting him twice in the back as he reached for his knife. He roared in pain, Miranda walked over him raising her handgun, and shot him through the back of his head. As she lowered her pistol, Miranda heard a footstep behind her, she quickly turned. The last man had flanked her, a lightly built blonde man, smiling he raised his USP.45. Miranda heard a click, his gun had jammed, seizing on the opportunity Miranda quickly raised her Glock double tapping him twice in the head. In 5 minutes, Miranda had killed them all. It was all over. Feeling the adrenaline coursing through her, Miranda let out a scream. It wasn't of pain it was one of relief. She had avenged her sister, but why did she feel so hollow. The sound of police sirens, in the distance, drew her back to the present. Miranda couldn't run from this, she would be hunted no matter where she ran. Taking a deep breath, she knew what she had to do. Taking off her stolen gun belt, Miranda walked out of the apartment.


As she walked out of the apartment block, she was surrounded by three squad cars. Miranda put her hands up, as six police officers drew their weapons and trained them on her. " Hands on your head, get down on your knees!" Shouted a female officer, as Detective Spooner got out of his car. " What the hell, did you do Croft? Where is Officer Maxwell?" Miranda felt two officers cuffing her. " The keys are in my trouser pocket, you will find her in the boot. She will be right as rain. Just gave her a little electric shock, is all." As she was hauled to her feet, a cop rummaged through her pockets tossing the keys to the detective. " You assaulted Officer Maxwell, took her uniform, car and weapons. Killed 5 men, and for what? Payback." Miranda fixed him a cold long stare and said one word. "Justice." Spooner shook his head, as they hauled Miranda into the back of a waiting police cruiser.


Across from the whole drama, sat Operative Vesper in her hire car. Until that last part, she had been impressed by Miranda Croft. She had managed to complete her objective, avenging her sisters death, without any collateral damage. If Vesper were her, she would have killed the cop then took the uniform, but this Miranda was different, a better woman then she. Vesper could have stepped in at any time, like Mother tried to do for her long ago in Jerusalem, but she wanted to see how this played out. Besides, it was it was not her place to deny Miranda Croft her revenge. The sound of her ear piece crackling, snapped her back from her thoughts. " Vesper? This is mother, I assume you didn't get to Miranda before she went to avenge her sister." Vesper took a deep breath. " It was not my place to deny her her vengeance. Miranda had every right to avenge her sister, just like I had every right to avenge Gallia." Mother sighed. " So Its down to plan B? I trust you to do what you deem to be necessary. Just don't leave a trial of Corpses in your wake, this time." Vesper smiled "You can always trust me to keep it professional, Mother. Vesper out." As she switched on the car's engine, Vesper glanced at the two stars of David hanging from the rear view mirror. For a minute back there during her arrest, Miranda had reminded her of Gallia, selfless and beautiful. As she fought back the tears, remembering her beloved Gallia, Vesper pulled the car out onto the road and continued her mission to recruit Miranda Croft.

[simon4242]

love an officer maxwell spin off story lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

love an officer maxwell spin off story lol

She will need some counselling and some time with the wife but otherwise fine.

Just beware of redheads bearing gifts

[simon4242]

you could involve her in a story where she has to steal uniforms love me a sexy cop lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

you could involve her in a story where she has to steal uniforms love me a sexy cop lol

I think the NYPD frowns on that sort of thing.

Poor woman, may just quit after her ordeal.

Me too, I' am a sucker for a woman in uniform, although Cops are rare in the UK. I have a thing for nurses and female firefighters.

[simon4242]

quit and join si lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

quit and join si lol

What if Maxwell bumps into Miranda, then runs for the hills?

Besides, the SI wants trained professionals like Morales and Rodriguez, a beat cop would be a strange fit into the SI.

[simon4242]

naw policewoman are trained at the academy and for all you know maxwel has trained in muy thai or karate and this ordeal has hardened her..just saying lol imagination is a world of possibility lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

naw policewoman are trained at the academy and for all you know maxwel has trained in muy thai or karate and this ordeal has hardened her..just saying lol imagination is a world of possibility lol

Well said, my friend. I like that quote about Imagination.

If she was trained in those things it really didn't help her. Cop versus soldier, Soldier wins every time.

The policewomen in the UK, go to the academy to learn not to be seen, pretty much like the male officers.