Darkwatch Ops:- The Theft of the Typhoon Mk2

[Stormtrooper1990]

You may know them as the villains from the Season 2 story arc of the SI story, but here Darkwatch takes centre stage. This story is set before their inevitable downfall at the ends of Nightingale and Special Operations Group 6. Here a Darkwatch assassin is on assignment to steal the new Eurofighter Typhoon Mk2 prototype, for their client The Russian Federation, from RAF Northolt. This is her story which is based on the classic Clint Eastwood movie Firefox.



The night was clear, the stars shining in the sky like diamonds and there was no crosswind, a perfect night for a flight thought Darkwatch Assassin Isabelle Hartley, as she lay prone in her hide located in the tree line across the road from RAF Northolt. As she scanned the perimeter of the base, looking for a suitable target to steal a uniform from, Isabelle reflected on her mission. The client, the Russian government, had hired Darkwatch to steal the latest Prototype of the Eurofighter Typhoon, MK2. Not only to reverse engineer the technology, but to develop effective countermeasures against the western jets that had been supplied to the Ukrainians, following the stalling of the Russian invasion. Isabelle couldn't care less for the political bullshit, she was in it for the money and for the simple pleasure of stealing uniforms from other women. She had been chosen for this difficult assignment for two reasons. The first because she used to be ex-SAS and had knowledge of British military procedures, that would prove invaluable in completing this assignment. The second was she was a former test pilot for BAe Systems, and had intimate knowledge of the controls of the Eurofighter Typhoon MK1. But that was the past, and now Isabelle had to focus on the present. At 26, Isabelle was considered one of the rising stars of Darkwatch. With shallow cheekbones, pale green almond shaped eyes and a heart shaped face, Isabelle had drawn in many beautiful women into her bed. She had her shoulder length raven coloured hair done up in a short ponytail at the back of her head, her Darkwatch stealth suit hugging her toned athletic figure. As Isabelle scanned the perimeter fence, she smiled, there was a young female RAF soldier patrolling the fence line. Isabelle kept to the shadows as she crossed the road, to get a closer look at the pretty young soldier.


Lance Corporal Sabrina Harris was bored, it was the third consecutive night she had pulled night sentry duty, and for what she had only said how unlikely it was for anyone to sneak onto the base to steal the MK2 prototype. That little bit of back talk, had lead to her to this lonely assignment, while the rest of the platoon was watching the Lionesses play the USA. She sighed, Sabrina could picture the smug look of Flight Sergeant Turner and the rest of them, having a laugh at her expense. At 21, Sabrina had joined the RAF to fly high-speed jets and pull birds with a fancy uniform not to walk sentry duty on a cold winter's night, freezing her tits off. She had high cheekbones, narrow blue eyes and angular features, her ash blonde hair, covered by her bowl helmet, was done up in a small curled ponytail. Sabrina was dressed in matching standard issue forest camouflage jacket, with her rank displayed on her chest, combat trousers with black combat boots on her feet. Over her uniform jacket, was her green combat webbing with spare mags for her L86A2 Assault Rifle and field canteen. Around her neck was a green webbed scarf, tucked under her jacket, with matching woollen gloves. She paused in her patrol, her back to the bushes, to sneak in a crafty cigarette. Sabrina shrugged, she had to keep warm somehow. But before she could take out a cigarette, Sabrina felt a gloved hand clamp over her mouth and a sensation of a sharp object penetrating the back of her neck, as she was pulled into the bushes.


Isabelle secreted her needle, as she appraised the dead soldier. She was much younger then Isabelle, the rank on her chest indicated she was a Lance Corporal, and it looked like her uniform would be a decent fit. Isabelle stripped off her stealth suit, wearing just her white bra and thong, as she started to strip the dead Lance Corporal. Isabelle started by removing her helmet, boots, gloves and combat webbing, then unbuttoned her camouflage jacket. After pulling the dead woman into a seated position, Isabelle slipped off the soldiers jacket from around her shoulders and pulled off her webbed scarf, putting it around her neck. She let the half naked corpse fall to the ground, getting a good look at the dead soldier's well rounded C-cup breasts her perky nipples peaking through the thin fabric of her olive vest. Enjoying a brief moment of arousal from the sight, Isabelle unbuttoned the dead woman's camouflage trousers working them off her shapely hips and peeling them down her long divine legs, freeing them from her body. This left the dead soldier in nothing but her olive vest and solid black military issue hipster shorts, her body toned and athletic. Isabelle quickly got dressed in her stolen uniform, picking up the fallen L86A2 rifle and looping it over her shoulder. Confident that the bushes concealed the underwear clad corpse of her victim, Isabelle moved deeper into the base.


As she moved into the base towards the hangers, Isabelle knew that the Lance Corporals uniform wouldn't be enough to get her into the hanger area where the Prototype was stored. She would need a uniform of a pilot officer or higher to have the necessary clearance. Isabelle walked around the administration offices, making a show of conducting a perimeter sweep. After about five minutes, a young female officer emerged from the administration building. Isabelle appraised her. She was pretty with her light brown hair done up in a bun at the base of her neck. She had rounded features, with pale blue eyes. Her uniform consisted of a light blue long sleeve shirt, her rank displayed on her shoulders indicated her rank as a pilot officer, with a belted skirt that hung down to her knees with black high heels on her small feet. The woman was carrying a clipboard under her arms. Isabelle, smiled her uniform would get her into the hanger areas. Isabelle followed the woman, until she stopped by a dumpster, in a secluded part of the base to try and light a cigarette, but failing. Isabelle walked towards her, it was time to get a quick promotion.


Pilot Officer Penny Dickinson tried desperately to light her cigarette, but kept on failing because of her cold numb fingers. She cursed under her breath, she had to have a quick cigarette, if she was to deal with that impossible woman, the test pilot Flight Lieutenant Fiona Caldwell. She was due to take out the prototype on its night maneuvers to test out the new stealth system, but she said she wouldn't budge until she had a new flight checklist printed out. Fucking pilots thought Penny, they think they own the place. The sound of footsteps, snapped her back to the present. It was a pretty Lance Corporal, she flashed Penny a quick salute along with a quick smile. " Good evening, Ma'am. You having trouble with your lighter? You can try mine." Penny breathed a sigh of relief. " Thank god. I never thought an enlisted would ever come to my aid." The Lance Corporal took out her lighter, as Penny lent in with her cigarette. She wasn't prepared as the soldier, grabbed her in a half nelson, clamping a gloved hand over her mouth stifling her cry of betrayal. She then felt a sharp object pierce the back of her neck. The last thing she heard before she died was "Didn't your parents ever tell you, that these things can kill you, love."


Isabelle,picked up the clipboard as she dragged the corpse of the pilot officer behind the dumpster. She propped up the corpse of the officer against the dumpster, as she stripped out of the Lance Corporals uniform. We she was finished, Isabelle knelt by the dead woman and began to strip her. She started by unbuttoning the uniform shirt, revealing a hint of a lacy white bra, then unbelted her skirt. Isabelle peeled off the skirt down her long legs and off her body, afterwards she removed the high heels. The removal off the skirt revealed a white lace thong, with a small ribbon on the hem line above the gusset and matching stockings. Isabelle decided to take the stockings, it would sell the disguise better, she carefully rolled the stockings down the woman's legs one at a time, taking care not to damage the undergarments. After pulling on the stockings, Isabelle finished unbuttoning the dead womans shirt, slipping it loose from her shoulders exposing her small B-cup breasts covered with a matching white lace bra, with a ribbon between the cups. After she finished getting dressed in her stolen officers uniform, Isabelle picked up the underwear clad corpse of the former pilot officer and tossed her into the dumpster. Along with the Lance Corporals uniform and assault rifle. Isabelle closed the dumpster, picked up the flight checklist and tucked it under her arm. She now made her way to the hanger complex.



As she made her way to hanger two, dressed in her stolen uniform, she was greeted by a female RAF soldier a corporal who flashed her a quick salute. " Good evening, Corporal. I'am here with the flight checklist for the MK2." Said Isabelle as she returned the salute. The corporal flashed her a sympathetic smile. " With respect, ma'am. I glad it's not me. You can find Flight Lieutenant Caldwell in the female pilots locker room. I would watch it though ma'am she is in one of her moods." The corporal saluted her a final time, as she opened the door. Isabelle returned the salute as she entered Hanger Two.


Flight Lieutenant Fiona Caldwell was pissed off, she had requested a new flight checklist an half an hour ago. But still nothing. The stupid bloody idiots had forgotten to include the prototypes stealth systems into the checklist, she could have sworn she was working with bureaucratic ingrates. At 32, she had been flying combat sorties over Iraq and Afghanistan, while most of these useless millennials were still sucking from their mother's tits. She sighed, what the fuck was the RAF coming to. Fiona caught her reflection in her locker mirror, she was still a looker with high cheekbones, blue eyes and a slightly squared face, with her auburn hair cut into a military pixie cut. She was wearing her green flight suit, that hugged her petite athletic curves, with her name displayed on a patch on her right breast, and rank on her shoulders, underwhich she wore a green undershirt, white crop vest and solid black panties. Her squadron insignia, the 222nd, displayed on her right shoulder, with matching flight gloves and boots . Her helmet was resting on the bench. As she closed her locker door, Fiona heard the door to the locker room open. She turned to see a pretty brunette pilot officer, she was carrying the flight checklist. The brunette flashed her a salute. " Here is the new flight-checklist, Flight Lieutenant." She walked to stand next to Fiona, handing her the checklist. Fiona turned her back, to the young officer as she flicked through the clipboard. " About bloody time, what the hell were you lot doing powdering you-mmph" Fiona felt a hand stifle her cry of surprise, then the peculiar sensation of a thin bladed object penetrating then back of her neck. She slumped dead in the arms of her murderer.


Isabelle lowered the pilots corpse onto the bench, then she stripped off the officers disguise including the stockings. When she was finished Isabelle knelt by the dead pilot, stripping off her gloves and boots then unzipped her flight suit, peeling it off her shoulders down her body and off her legs. After she placed the flight suit on the bench, Isabelle flicked the dead woman's arms pulling over her green undershirt over her head, leaving the dead pilot wearing only her white crop vest, with the nipples of her generous C-cup peaking through the thin white fabric, and solid black bikini cut panties. As a pilot herself, it didn't take Isabelle long to dress in her stolen flight suit, she relished the feeling of something familiar on her skin. When she was finished, Isabelle retrieved the life jacket from the locker and looped it over her head. She scooped up the underwear clad corpse of the pilot, and stashed it in the locker bending the lock off. After finishing the checklist, Isabelle put on the pilots helmet and walked out of the locker room.


As she walked towards the Eurofighter prototype, she was saluted by a member of the ground crew. " Good evening, Flight Lieutenant. Ah you have the completed checklist." The young woman said as Isabelle returning the salute, handed her the checklist. " Well, she is fueled and ready to fly ma'am. Good luck on your test flight." Isabelle returned her salute and climbed into the cockpit, running through the preflight checks. With that finished, she taxed out of the hanger, following the ground crew waving his orange batons, and lined up on the runway." You are cleared for take-off flight X-532. Proceed to ignite engine." Isabelle released the air brakes and pulled the throttle up to recommended take off velocity then pulled the throttle back. I had been a long time, since Isabelle felt that feeling, of raw adrenaline coursing through her body as she hit 2g's with the take off. She never felt so alive. Isabelle gently eased the throttle back to steady the plane, as her nose rose above the horizon. When she reached 5'000ft, her radio crackled. " X-532, you are go for stealth system check." Isabelle quickly activated the stealth system, then climbed to 25,000ft changing course towards the North Sea.


When she was safely out of range of RAF radar, Isabelle switched off the stealth system and keyed in her radio. " Russian Carrier Kuznetsov. This is Darkwatch 1. I have the package, and on route to your position. Prepare for my landing, over." There was a pause, before a female Russian voice answered. " Darkwatch 1, this is carrier Kuznetsov. You are cleared to land. Your payment for a job well done will be waiting for you, once we have acquired the package, over." Isabelle descended, slowly decreasing the throttle as she lined up with the Kuznetsov's deck. After she deployed the landing gear, lowered the flaps and arrestor hook, Isabelle slowly decreased the throttle, feeling a slight tug at her navel as the arrestor hook caught the Kuznetsov's catapult wire. Isabelle quickly deployed her airbrakes and throttled down the engine, bringing the Eurofighter to a halt on the desk. Isabelle pulled off her oxygen mask, and laughed, feeling elation at a job well done and the prospect of a large paycheck.

[simon4242]

is isabelle now resting in a black ops SI site

[Stormtrooper1990]

is isabelle now resting in a black ops SI site

I think she is at this point, but this is but one of her missions before her inevitable capture.

[simon4242]

would you write up her capture lol

[Stormtrooper1990]

RAF SECURITY REPORT

Date:- 06/11/20

By F/O Cheryl Blake. 222nd Squadron RAF Northolt


This is a summary on the theft of the Mk2 prototype from Hangar 2 last night. During a security sweep this morning, troops found three bodies of RAF personnel . L/CPL Sabrina Harris, 21 was found in bushes on the base perimeter line, her uniform and weapon had been stolen, only to found next to the stripped body of P/O Penny Dickinson, 23, who was found in a dumpster also stripped of her uniform. After prying open a locker with a crowbar, the troops found the stripped corpse of FLT/LT Fiona Caldwell, 32, along with the uniform taken from P/O Dickinson. Upon questioning the flight crew reported seeing FLT/LT Caldwell climb into the cockpit of the Mk2 around 22:00pm and take it up for the stealth flight test. Therefore we can confirm the intruder was female. The MK2 disappeared off the radar around 22:05pm and that was the last known contact.


Upon completing their initial investigation, the MP's tracked the intruders likely movements. She first murdered L/CPL Harris and stole her uniform and rifle, allowing her to access the base. Knowing that the L/CPLs uniform wouldn't be enough to gain entry into the hangar, the intruder proceeded to kill P\O Dickinson for her uniform. A witness CPL Granger, reported to MP's that she spoke with a female P/O carrying the flight checklist, and that she was British. From there the intruder murdered FLT/LT Caldwell, and stole her uniform, impersonating her to steal the MK2 prototype.


It is curious to note that all three victims were murdered with the exact M/O, a deep penetrating wound to the back of the neck. We have passed this and all other relevant information to MI6, as they will be taking over the investigation. The next of kin of the deceased personnel have been notified.


Signed F/O Cheryl Blake. 222nd Squadron RAF Northolt

[Stormtrooper1990]

would you write up her capture lol

How about a nice juicy epilogue.

[esercito sconfitto]

I am so sorry for the loss of Fiona Caldwell




and for the loss of the useless millennial Penny Dickinson

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks esercito.

We just need a tribute to poor L/CPL Sabrina Harris, who pulled sentry duty and missed a pivotal football match.

[esercito sconfitto]

you are right my friend

Lance Corporal Sabrina Harris, so young and cute

we are saddened by her loss

[Stormtrooper1990]

A fine tribute my friend

To think if she hadn't had given her flight Sergeant backtalk, she would still be with us.

RIP Soldier