Operation Red Harvest:- 1985 Phase Two Go Dolphins

[Stormtrooper1990]

It has been nearly a week since Irina and her team, come ashore at Miami beach. With a fresh change of clothes, the Red Phantoms prepare for their first real operation on American soil, the assassination of Bulgarian dissident Georgy Sarkhov. The team must prepare to infiltrate the stadium and assassinate the traitor the disappear. Irina has a cunning plan...


" Go Dolphins go." Came the sound of the 5 women of Red Phantom as they prepared for tomorrow's operation. Irina turned to her team, clapping her hands. " That's it, we have to look the part. It's no good if we just wear the uniforms. We have to be them." She had been drilling the girl's to practice the cheer routine of the Miami Dolphins Cheer squad, there mission success depended on it. It had helped that all of the team, where on cheer squads in junior high, Irina herself had been Cheer Captain in her high school. When they had received their first contact from Central, detailing their mission brief, Irina felt a swelling of pride in her breast, the beach was a dry run the real test was about to begin. Their mission was to assassinate Bulgarian dissident Georgy Sarkhov, during the upcoming Miami Dolphins Vs Dallas Cowboys match. " Ok, comrades. Let's go over the plan one more time." Irina gathered the team around the large table they had set up in the safehouses kitchen, littered with pictures of the stadium and the Cheerleaders during practice. All provided by the recon that Nancy and her team had conducted, their skater disguises being put to good use. She clapped her hands together. " Once we drive to the stadium, I will strip naked and enter the vents here, with a garrote and one of the mask kits." Irina pointed to a vent shaft near the rear dumpsters. " That should take me to the cheerleaders showers, and dressing room. I will kill a cheerleader, take her uniform and face. Stash her body, in her locker." Diana folded her arms, nodding. " I will wait near the fire escape, with the team. The boss will let us in. Then we kill the squad, take their uniforms, their faces and stash them in their lockers." Nancy turned to Irina. " We can stash a dart gun in the pompoms, would you like the honour of killing the traitor, Raven?" Irina chuckled, Nancy often referred to her by her codename, more out of respect then protocol. " I thought I leave that for you my friend. Out if all of us, you are the most gifted shot." Nancy smiled and gripped Irina's wrist. " Spacibo, Irina. You can count on me." Irina turned to the rest of the team. " When the job is done, we retrieve our gear from the dressing room and exfil using the truck." She looked around the table. " Any question?" There was a murmur of assent around the table. " Alright, then. Get some rest, we will need it. Go Dolphins!" The team echoed the chant, as they filed out of the kitchen.


Irina gently manuevred herself down the cramped vent, wearing nothing except a small black bag containing her garrote and her mask kit. A recent breakthrough in the field of infiltration by the finest soviet minds, the mask kit allowed an infiltrator to copy the face of a disguise subject, to better allow for a successful infiltration. Irina wasn't exactly sure how it worked, but it had something to do with a smart nylon mask and electrodes. Irina was eager to see it in action, and it seemed that she was about to get her wish. She had made it to the Cheer squads showers, and alone in one of the cubicles was one of the Dolphins Cheerleaders. She was completely naked, to preoccupied with her shower to notice Irina above her head. Irina appraised her, she was the woman who Irina had her eye on from the recon photos, which was lucky for Irina as the girl was similar in body size and shape. The girl had long black hair, knotted in a ponytail at the top of her head, with high cheekbones, big brown almond shaped eyes and a angular face, with dangling silver earrings and a Dolphins team signet ring on her right index finger, Irina could also see her locker key behind her, resting on top of her cubicle. Irina glanced at her slim athletic body, with well rounded firm C-cup breasts with dark pink circular areolas and perky nipples, slender hips with a firm pert plum ass and a small shaved vulva. Irina felt her nipples prick and her loins flare up at the sight of her lush body. Irina preferred the company of other women, she had a brief fling with one of her cheer team mates in high school, but that was among many of the things she had left behind. She often looked at Diana's as something more than a friend, but couldn't find the opportunity to tell her how she felt. She shook her head, going back on mission. Irina gently unscrewed the vent cover, taking care not to alert the girl below her. When she was finished, she gently lowered herself readying her garotte


Abigail Fuller, was 23, she had been a Dolphins cheerleader for over a year and she loved it. Her looks and lush body, drew the attention of the boys and the girls alike, she wasn't really picky. She hummed the tune to " Relax don't do it." By Frankie goes to Hollywood, as she felt the warm water cascade down her naked body. She always loved to shower before a game, even if it made the rest of the team late, so what. As long as they shook their asses for the Dolphins, punctuality could go to hell. As she reached for the shampoo, she barely registered the wire that looped around her throat and the single tug that crushed her throat. Abigail let out a brief sigh as the life left her body.


Hanging upside down, Irina unwound the garrote from the girl's throat letting the naked corpse slide down the cubicle wall she then dropped her mask kit into the cubicle and in a feat of gymnastic dexerity, dropped from the vent landing crouched next to the slumped naked body of the former cheerleader and turned the shower off. Wasting no time, Irina removed her jewellery putting it on herself, and worked the green and white scrunchie from her hair, copying her ponytail. Removing the mask kit from her bag, which looked like a small fax machine, Irina placed the nylon mask over the dead girl's face then attached the electrodes to the mask. When she pressed a red button on the device, sending small electric shocks through the mask, then before her eyes she could see the mask adapting to the contours of the dead girl's face. After two minutes, she gently peeled the mask from the cheerleaders face and put it over her face. Irina glanced in the cubicles mirror, after a little adjusting she was the perfect replica of the dead girl. Smiling with her stolen face, Irina picked up the cheerleaders locker keys and opened her locker. There she found a change of clothes, she would come back for those later, and the Cheerleaders uniform. The uniform which consisted of a white choker, a green and white dress, that would barely cover her ass , green with white stripes on one side the reverse on the other, with solid white panties to cover her modesty. White pompoms and white shin boots completed the look. Irina removed the uniform from the locker, quickly getting dressed in her stolen uniform, she smiled, it was a perfect fit. When she was finished, Irina dragged the naked corpse of the brunette to the locker stashing her in a foetal position, putting her bag with her gear in with her then she locked it. Irina creaked her neck, it was time to let the others in.


Diana waited outside the fire escape with Mockingbird, Starling and Sparrow. " It's been 5 minutes. How long does it take to kill a cheerleader?" Said Kelly as they waited for Irina. The three other agents were wearing the clothes they had stripped from the skaters, the night they had arrived. The effect was muted however, since they had all reverted back to their natural colours. Diana folded her arms, fixing Kelly with a stare. " Irina will take as long as she needs to, comrade. Have patience." As if on cue, the door opened revealing a Miami Dolphins cheerleader who smiled. " Hello, ladies. Ready for our big performance?" Diana blinked her eyes taking in her figure. " Irina, you look... Very beautiful. It looks good on you." Diana suddenly felt a little bit hot. " Thank you comrade. You should see the other girl." She laughed with her stolen face. " Come on, Sarkhov isn't going to kill himself." The swapped grins as they entered the stadium.


Monica Bennett, was preparing the last of her makeup as she and her fellow Dolphins Cheerleaders, sat in their dressing room, gettin ready for the big game, all accept Abigail. At the back of her mind, she wondered where the new girl had ran off too. Monica had half a mind to drop her from the team, this wasn't the first time either, why the bitch had to shower after the rest of them was beyond her, the rest of them where all ready to go . She sighed, looking in the mirror, liking what she saw. At 24, she was the eldest of the cheer squad, with slender cheekbones, big pale blue eyes, with a heart shaped face, framed by shoulder length auburn hair. Already dressed in her cheer uniform, Monica had small diamante ear studs and her Dolphins signet ring. She glanced over to Dana Jenner. At 22, she was a looker with high cheekbones, narrow blue eyes and a slightly squared jaw, her long brown hair done up in a braided ponytail, that hung from the top of her head. Next was Cindy Harper at 23, with sculptured cheekbones, almond shaped green eyes and a rounded face, her long ash blonde hair done up in a bun at the back of her head. Finally 21 year old Kinzie Harris, her narrow cheekbones, smooth face and deep blue eyes framed by wavy shoulder length honey blonde hair. Finally losing her patience, Monica threw her mascara down. " That's it. I have had it with that bitch. I'am going to drag her out of that shower myself." Before she could get up, Abigail opened the door and she wasn't alone, she was accompanied by three skaters and a preppy girl. " Abigail, who are you friends? You know we're not allowed to have anybody back here." One of the skater girl's, a redhead in a yellow top flexed a cord of wire grinning. " We're your alternates." Without warning, the four girls advanced on them flexing their garrotes, as a smiling Abigail closed and locked the door.


" Ugh, they didn't even scream. Just begged for their lives. Irina was right, they are soft." Said a disgusted Nancy, as she let the corpse of the redheaded cheerleader flop to the ground, the other three agents doing likewise after they had crushed their throats. " I'am taking this bitch, her hair colour is close to mine." She said has she turned the corpse over with her foot. Kelly knelt by the girl with the braided ponytail. " This one's mine, I like her braid." Diana knelt by the wavy blonde. " Not a precise match for the hair, but she is my size." Sasha had already begun to remove her clothes, as knelt by the ash blonde with the bun." Me neither, but this one is my size, too. I can do something with the hair." Finishing their appraisal, the four agents stripped naked and began the strip the dead cheerleaders. Nancy started by removing the jewellery, and shin boots from the red heads corpse, putting them on herself, then rolled the corpse onto it's side, removing her choker. After she unzipped the uniform dress, Nancy peeled it from the dead girl's athletic body, exposing her firm, well rounded C-cup breasts with rounded slightly pointed pink areolas. She then pulled off the solid white panties, down her long toned legs, revealing a full pink vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of auburn pubic hair. Nancy quickly got dressed in her stolen cheer uniform, glancing around she saw the others were also fully dressed, Kelly had copied the brunettes braided ponytail and Sasha had improvised a small bun. When they were finished, they stole the faces of their chosen marks. As she affixed the mask onto her face, Nancy glanced at the naked dead cheerleaders, the brunette, her hair spread wide, had small but buoyant B-cups with circular perky light pink areolas, and small trimmed vulva on display, and the two blondes, the lighter dead blonde with springy round B-cups with dark pink roundel shaped areolas and tufted blonde small pink vulva. The other darker blonde, with large firm rounded C-cups with darker pink rose petal areolas and a shaved small vulva, all the dead girl's were toned and had taken care of their bodies. When the group had finished affixing their masks, they dragged the dead naked cheerleaders into the large wardrobe, propping them up inside, and stashed their mask kits in with them, closing the door. Nancy gestured to Diana to fetch Irina, as she concealed the dartgun, loaded with a single dart laced with ricin, into her right pompom. " Excellent, we look better in their gear then they did." Said Irina as she rejoined her team. " You know I could get used to these masks, they don't even itch." Said an impressed Kelly, as she caressed her stolen face in the mirror. Before they left, the team applied some of the dead women's makeup to their faces, when they were finished they gathered around Irina. " Ok, comrades. Let's go and smash this." She said as they left the cheerleaders dressing room.


They emerged into the pitch, to a rapturous applause from the home crowd. " Here they come, your Miami Dolphins sweethearts. Come on ladies, make us cheer." Suppressing the urge to vomit, Irina quickly scanned the crowd looking for her mark, she found him near the home dug out, he was in the front row. Playing their parts, the team performed the Dolphins routine they had memorised during their observations and later practice sessions in the safe house. They inched closer to Sarkhov, a middle aged man with grey hair, hazel eyes and sallow skin like parchment. He seemed to enjoy their performance as he inched closer to them, cheering them on with the rest of the crowd. Making sure that Nancy was in the front row, they performed the Dolphins chant with their pompoms. Irina saw Nancy discreetly fire her dartgun, the ricin dart hit Sarkhov in his leg, and penetrated his trouser bottoms. The traitor hadn't even registered the blow, as the dart fell harmlessly to the floor, under his feet. Irina smiled he would be dead by the break for first period. The team spent the next 15 minutes performing for the crowd, drawing applause from the home crowd and glares from the Cowboys cheerleaders. When the first period bell sounded, they proceeded down the tunnel back to the home cheerleaders dressing rooms, as Georgy Sarkhov clutched his heart and fell from the stands, dead from a heart attack.


When the team got back to the cheerleaders dressing rooms, they stripped out of their stolen cheer uniforms and dressed in the dead women's clothes they found in their lockers, and retrieved their gear, stashing their skater disguises, and cheer uniforms, in their bags. Using the key she had taken from the dead brunette, she unlocked the locker sparing the naked corpse another glance. Irina found a black tank top, high waisted denim shorts with a black belt and black laced sneakers. There was also a large black medallion, a metal bangle, a pair of sunglasses and white lace matching bra and and scanty panties. Retrieving everything from the locker, she dressed in the dead brunettes clothes, including the jewellery and sunglasses. When she was finished, Irina screwed on the open vent hatch, above the shower cubicle. " Okay, Irina. We wiped the place for prints, and collected any trace evidence. They won't now we were here." Said Diana as Irina finished screwing on the hatch, wiping it for prints. " It feels so good to be wearing, actual clothes for once." Nancy had walked over, wearing a frilled white shirt with a cameo about her neck, denim jeans held up with a pink belt with matching socks and silver pumps. " You look good Nance. Ok, comrades. Let's get out of here." The five women exited the stadium, through the fire escape got into their truck and pulled out, driving back to the safehouse.


" In breaking news, Georgy Sarkhov, a dissident Bulgarian journalist and outspoken critic of Soviet Premier Cernenko, as died of suspected heart failure at the Dolphins Stadium, during the Dolphins tie with the Dallas Cowboys, many believe it to be the work of Soviet agents. In a bizarre twist, the bodies of the Dolphins Cheer squad were found in their dressing room, they had been found murdered stripped of their uniforms and possessions. A source from inside the MDPD commented that it looked like the women had suffered broken necks from ligatures. In a stranger twist witnesses report seeing the Cheer Squad performing on the pitch until the end of first period, leaving detectives baffled. Police are searching for 5 female suspects, but so far have no new leads."


Irina switched off the TV. " It nice to know ones work is appreciated." She was sat in the living room of the safehouse, on the couch with Diana. The rest of the team where in the kitchen preparing dinner. The low light made Diana's eyes sparkle. " Irina, what I said earlier about you being beautiful in that cheer uniform. I meant it." Irina gently caressed Diana's cheek, causing her to let out a husky grow of desire. " Irina, I have always loved you. Ever since you first spoke to me and told me your pain. I never had the opportunity to tell you before, but now seems like the right time." Diana lent in passionately kissed her on the lips, Irina hungrily returned it." Has they pulled out, Diana smiled, a lovely beautiful smile. " I have been wanting to do that for so long, my love." Irina dived on her passionately kissing her lips. Both women explored each others bodies, as they made out on the couch, under the low soft light.

[FemaleSpy]

Isn't relations between women forbidden in the USSR, but at the same time they are constantly condemned by the top leadership? Or during the work, Irina and her colleagues proved that they have some right to some liberties after faithful service, right?

[Stormtrooper1990]

Isn't relations between women forbidden in the USSR, but at the same time they are constantly condemned by the top leadership? Or during the work, Irina and her colleagues proved that they have some right to some liberties after faithful service, right?

It was at that time, which was the reason why Irina wanted to get Diana on her own to come out. They trust their friends but they rather err on the side of caution. Their relationship will be very discreet, not the open relationship of Vesper and Nightingale for example.

I would hope so, Irina and her friends will probably get an Hero of the Soviet Union award each at the least. Mother Russia knows how to reward her loyal servants.

Giving Irina and Diana some grace on their budded relationship is the least they could offer.

[simon4242]

boo down with them pesky russkies.....reds under the bed and in the bed lol you could have them frozen and then revived to now and they could be the new enemies of the SI .....

[Stormtrooper1990]

boo down with them pesky russkies.....reds under the bed and in the bed lol

Irina is half Ukrainian if it helps. Comrade.

[simon4242]

i have edited my post lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

boo down with them pesky russkies.....reds under the bed and in the bed lol you could have them frozen and then revived to now and they could be the new enemies of the SI .....

I would imagine that by the time Miranda and Group 6 are doing the rounds, Irina and her team, will be in their late 50's. Serving as high rankers in the GRU or FSB.

Swapping tales about their time in America.

[simon4242]

frozen cryogenics lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

frozen cryogenics lol

Demolition Man

Stallone vs Snipes

With a foxy Sandra Bullock in tow.

[simon4242]

cold(Literally) war spies vs the SI putin unleashes a new improved irina and diana and co ,vesper and miranda and co must unite to face this insidious threat .....da da daaaaaaaaaaaa