The Flight of the White Dove: A Red Sparrow Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is an extension of the "Red Sparrow." story I had written on the board back in February, which was based on the video game Death to Spies, Alekhine's Gun. It introduced my OC, KGB assassin Katya ' White Dove' Sidorova. Here Katya, is in hospital after an operation gone wrong. She has been sedated and strapped to a hospital bed, Katya must escape from the hospital and return to the KGB safehouse in Norfolk Virginia.



Angel of Mercy Hospital. 2:00am Norfolk Virginia 24th March 1955


Nurse Angela Watkins, walked down the deserted corridor her high heels clacking against the hard floor. She had been unlucky again in pulling the graveyard shift for the third time this week, it was a lone!y detail, just herself responsible for 5 patients in the ICU. At 23 years old, Angela had just finished her residency and had made the jump from trainee nurse to Registered Nurse, it was the proudest moment of her life so far. She stopped to catch her reflection in the window, she had slender cheekbones with smooth rounded features and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her dark brown hair, done up in a bun at the base of her neck, under her white nurses hat. Her boyfriend Joe had fell head over heels for her good looks. She glanced down to her nurse's uniform, feeling a sense of pride swelling in her breast. The uniform consisted of a single breasted short sleeved white uniform dress, buttoned on the right hand side with her nameplate on her left breast, that hugged her slim petite figure nicely, her stethoscope resting around the back of her neck, with matching white high heels on her small feet. Under her uniform, she wore the regulation white stockings clipped onto a white lace suspender belt, with matching white lace floral bra and panties. She had brought the set for two reasons, one it felt comfortable under her uniform and second as a gift for Joe for their special role play nights. Right that's enough vanity, thought Angela, she needed to get back on her rounds. She glanced down at the first patient on her clipboard, Ms Annie Smith, room 24. Angela tucked the clipboard under her right shoulder, her heels clacking on the hard floor as she made her way to Room 24.


Katya stirred, feeling the sedatives wear off, it had been 5 hours since she had been hit by that car. From what she could remember she had already assassinated her target, in the cinema. Katya had already killed a cigarette girl and stolen her uniform, poisoning the target with a laced cigarette. She then proceeded out of the club and made a classic rookie mistake, she didn't look before she crossed the road. A Cadillac had hit her and she was knocked out from the impact. Katya looked around at her surroundings, she was in a hospital room on a bed, light from a street lamp pierced through the window to her left. Katya tried to rise, but found herself strapped to the bed. A feeling of fear shot down Katya's spine, her clothes and garrote were missing, the only thing she was wearing was a white hospital bib. Had her cover been blown? Was she burned? Was the FBI on its way to arrest her? Katya had to escape, and for that she needed a nurses uniform. She could hear the clacking of heels from behind the door to her room, she quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. As the door opened, Katya smiled luck it seemed was on her side.


As Angela entered the room, she regarded the unconscious patient, she had been brought in following a car accident. The police had found a garotte in her handbag, believing that she was up to no good, they had ordered her to be restrained until they could investigate why a woman would need such a device in her handbag . She was older than her but pretty, with high cheekbones sharp angular but beautiful features and piercing blue almond shaped eyes, her wavy auburn hair dancing around her shoulders. Angela found it strange that she was slim but toned, as if she had worked out,which of course was ridiculous. Angela believed that a woman's place was in the home, leave the strenuous activity to the men. Angela closed the door behind her, as she walked to the side of the bed, Angela put down her clipboard to open the straps that held the patient's arms in place. Despite the fact she was a suspected criminal, Angela believed in common decency, the woman had been in an accident and still should be treated as a human being. After she was finished, Angela walked around to check the patient's IV drip, as soon as she had turned her back to the patient, she felt a sudden jerk around her neck. The patient was loose, and had wound her stethoscope around her neck. Angela could feel the blood and oxygen being cut off from her brain, fear filled her as she struggled for life choking, trying desperately to throw off her attacker, trying to poke her in the eye. When that had failed. Angela tried to stamp on her feet, but to avail, the patient pulled tighter and tighter, she was too strong. Angela felt her consciousness leave her her last thought was that she would never see Joe again. Nurse Angela Watkins, slumped dead against her murderer, letting out a final long sigh, as her arms fell limply to her sides.


Katya was panting with exhilaration, the nurse had been a fighter but ultimately proved just as weak as all Americans. She unwound the stethoscope from around the nurses neck, setting it down on the bed. After throwing the dead woman onto the bed, Katya removed her hospital bib, standing naked over the corpse. Katya smiled as she sat on the bed, unbuttoning her uniform dress, the girl was exactly her size. She opened up the nurses dress, revealing white matching lace floral pattern bra and panties with matching suspender belt, holding up white lace stockings. She would need the nurses underwear, and besides it was a nice set. Katya started by removing the high heels from her feet, then unclipped the white stockings carefully rolling them down the nurses long divine legs one at at time. After she rolled up the white stockings, Katya peeled off the dead nurses white panties exposing her small vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. Katya pulled on the nurses panties, savouring the feel of the sexy lace on her vagina, then pulled off the dead nurses suspender belt from around her hips. After clipping on the stockings to the belt, Katya pulled the woman's corpse into a seated position reaching around her back and unclasped her bra, slipping it off her shoulders. After letting the dead nurse flop back down onto the bed, Katya clasped the bra around her bare breasts, savouring the site of the dead nurse's well rounded and firm C-cup breasts with perky circular pink areolas. After removing the nurses uniform dress from her naked body, Katya buttoned it up then removed the dead nurses hat, placing it on her head, and slipping on the white high heels. Katya looked at the naked corpse, as an afterthought she worked the girls white scrunchie loose, copying her bun causing the dead woman's hair to fall free around her shoulders. When she was finished, Katya scooped up the naked corpse. " Thank you very much, Nurse Angela Watkins for your uniform and lacy underwear. They fit me better by the way." She whispered into the dead woman's ear as tucked in the naked corpse into the bed, throwing the sheet over her body. " Dasvidanja, American bitch." She said was she looped the stethoscope around her neck and picked up the clipboard, leaving the room.


Wearing the uniform of Angela Watkins, Katya walked out of the hospital dumping the clipboard and stethoscope into a trash bin. Having found some car keys, in the pocket of her stolen uniform, Katya walked to the only car, a red cadillac in the parking bay at the front of the hospital. Trying the keys, she found her luck still held. The car door opened and Katya got in. After starting the ignition, Katya put the car into gear reversing out of the hospital and onto the main rain. Katya needed to return to the safehouse, get a change of clothes and contact Central for immediate resupply and redeployment. But that could wait. Right know she turned on the car radio, listening to " We'll Meet Again" as she drove away from the hospital.

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traffic accident
you design a good reason for the protagonist to enter the hospital.
cigarette girl，Very rare uniforms in USB works.

[Stormtrooper1990]

traffic accident
you design a good reason for the protagonist to enter the hospital.
cigarette girl，Very rare uniforms in USB works.

Thanks panpan, Katya got a little unlucky after her mission.

Fortunately for her, along came a pretty young nurse with a uniform that would fit.

I will have to look up, a cigarette girl from the 50s then a prequel might be in order.