Darkwatch Disguise Acquisition (A Request by Esercito)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This a second one shot story request from Esercito. Here Kathy Davison and Sophie Cutter, agents of the Darkwatch Disguise Acquisition Team(DDAT) have been assigned to acquire uniforms from an athletics event near Stockholm, Sweden. Disguise Acquisition Agents are specifically trained to infiltrate civilian areas and "acquire" outfits from female civilians for future Darkwatch operations, and leave no witnesses. This is their story...


Before we start, the following disclaimer: no fictional characters were harmed in the creation of this story.


For Swedish Police Officer, Helga Lyndström this seemed like just another routine traffic stop. She had flashed her lights at a female driver who was clocking over 70 on a lonely side road near the Stockholm Olympic Park, and now was preparing her ticket book for what would be her third felon of the day. At, 22 Helga was a young rookie cop fresh out of her probation and had been given the relatively safe, if a little boring, posting of traffic cop. She was dressed in her uniform, which consisted of matching navy short sleeve shirt, with POLIS stenciled in yellow on her left breast, POLIS patches on both shoulders with the triple crowns of Sweden below and embrioded crowns on the epaulettes, underwhich she wore a navy undershirt, and belted pants with laced black leather boots on her feet. Helga was equipped with her standard issue gunbelt, with her Glock 17 pistol, cuffs, pepper spray, spare ammo and baton, around her waist, with a black sports watch on her left wrist. Before she got out of her police cruiser, Helga checked her refection liking want she saw. She had high cheekbones rounded features and narrow blue eyes, her long brown hair done up in a braided ponytail under her navy blue forage cap, the three crowns embrioded proudly on the front. Once was finished with her appraisal Helga, got out of her car and approached the female driver.



As she approached the driver's car, Helga was amazed by how pretty the woman was as she caught her reflection in her driver's side mirror. The woman was perhaps a little older than her, 24 if Helga had to guess with shallow cheekbones angular features and big pretty almond shaped green eyes. Her auburn hair done up in a small ponytail. Helga particularly liked to pull up beautiful women, she could flirt a little bit with them and otherwise brighten a dull shift. Setting her hat at what she thought was a jaunty angle, Helga walked up to the driver's side window signalling the woman to wind down her window. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" The pretty redhead said in a British accent. " You are English? What a lovely accent you have. But that's by the by. Do you know how fast you where going down here?" Helga inwardly cursed herself for her lack of professionalism, the British girl battered her eyelashes. "Thank you officer. I'am sorry, this is my first time in Sweden and I forgot to do my homework. How much did I clock?" Helga smiled as she got a generous view of the redheads C-cup cleavage under her tanktop. " Well in Sweden, its 70 like the UK. Can I see your license and registration please?" The redhead smiled widely as she reached into her purse. "Of course officer, here we are." Helga's eyes widened as she saw the redhead point a strange long barrelled hand gun at her. Before she could react, the woman fired Helga felt a curious sensation of a dart hitting her cartiod artery. What Officer Helga Lyndström didn't know was the dart was full of neurotoxin, derived from an amazon poison dart frog. She was as good as dead, as soon as the dart hit her artery, within 10 seconds Helga collapsed to the ground, her hat falling off her head, her service to the Stockholm Police Force abruptly cut short.


As Darkwatch Acquisitions Agent Kathy Davison, stowed her poison dart gun into her handbag, she got out of her hire car kneeling by the dead cop. She keyed in her earpiece. "That's England one USA nil, Sophie. Better get your skates on, or I will end owning this mission to." As Kathy removed the gunbelt from the cops waist , she heard the jokey retort of her best friend and sister agent American Sophie Cutter. " You are such as cheater, Kathy. Stealing a uniform from a mark that's not on the list, just doesn't count. So it's still a tie." Kathy chuckled as she laced the cops leather boots. " Whatever. At least I have drew first blood, you haven't even stolen your first uniform yet." She heard Sophie draw an exasperated breath. "That's because I haven't put my damn aqualung on yet. Mark my words my words my limey friend, I will be the one victorious today." Kathy started to unbutton the dead cops shirt, then unbelted her trousers. "Yeah, yeah promises. She you at the finish line, Soph." Kathy laughed, Sophie hated it when she shortened her name. " That's it, Kathy. You are going down." Her friend replied in mock anger as she closed the channel. Kathy shook her head in amusement as she peeled off the dead Swedish's cops trousers, exposing a pair of lace trim white hipster shorts covering the officers modesty. Leaning the woman's corpse against her, Kathy finished unbuttoning the uniform shirt, slipping it from the cops shoulders then pulled off her undershirt over her head. Kathy let the cops corpse fall back to to the ground, clad only in her matching white lace trim camisole and hipster shorts which hugged her petite slim figure beautifully. As Kathy got dressed in the cops uniform, she reflected in their assignment. At 25 Kathy was an ex Lance Corporal, a sniper Specialist in the 1st Parachute Regiment, dishonourably discharged from the service due to her involvement in trafficking arms to far right groups in the UK. Not because she was a believer in their bullshit, but that they had paid well. After serving three years in the Stockade, she was discharged and was recruited by Darkwatch. Not to become an assassin nor one of those silly little sentries, who were expendable but an "Acquisitions Agent." Put briefly it was she and Sophie's job to procure outfits from innocent women, for Darkwatch's more high profile operations. Apparently a team of five assassin's were due to infiltrate the European Championships in two weeks at Munich, to assassinate the German Chancellor. They needed five outfits, from five modern pentathletes from the Swedish Team; a swimmer, fencer, equestrian rider, runner and pistol shooter. They didn't much care how the marks were killed, only that it was done clean with no bloodstains. It wasn't even the most oddest requisition the duo had received from the Assassination Cadre, Kathy and Sophies last assignment involved eliminating the whole cheer squad of the Dallas Cowboys, stealing their outfits underwear included and making casts of their faces. That time involved police uniforms, a spike strip and a couple of poison dart guns followed by a whole load of digging. This time things were more clear cut, while Sophie had decided to infiltrate via the outdoor swimming track, Kathy had decided to kill a cop and steal her uniform, since the Olympic park was closed off to the public for the teams training. While a cop would be allowed to enter without question. Now fully dressed in her stolen uniform, Kathy picked up the cops underwear clad corpse then after opening her car boot deposited it inside shutting the door with a snap. After getting into the police cruiser, Kathy keyed her ear piece. " Your move, Sophie. Try to keep up." She teased as she drove towards the Olympic park.



Hearing the mocking voice of her friend in her ear, spurred on Sophie Cutter as she rolled over the side of her zodiac into the clear waters of the Olympic parks swim track. She would show her best friend that directness was better then subtlety, and win their wager. At 24, Sophie was not a military brat like Kathy but a street kid from the Bronx. Growing into a life of petty crime, Sophie had escalated from simple holdups to bank robberies. Originally she had been recruited to join the Merry Women, a band of Robin Good style theives but had been kicked after killing a female bank teller and stealing her clothes. The soft-hearted leader Gina Torres had released her, saying they had no place for murderers in their outfit. Sophie had given them the finger and fled before they could call the police on her. She was later recruited by Darkwatch for their "Acquisitions Department." and it was here she had met her best friend Kathy. Sophie woukd always be grateful to Darkwatch, for giving her life purpose nurturing her talent for disguise and for murder. Sophie was a looker, with sculptured cheekbones rounded features and big brown eyes. Her long ash blonde hair, was done up in pigtails. Many had called her a "girl next door." Of course many of them were dead, women who had overlooked her assuming by her appearance she was innocent. As she swam up the course, keeping out of sight below the waterline, Sophie could make out a pretty you woman wading into the water her kitbag left on the shore. She was a pretty little thing, with shallow cheekbones slightly squared features and doe shaped green eyes. Her honey blonde hair done up in a bun. The best thing about her, was that she was dressed in one of the disguise targets a black Speedo onesie swimsuit. Yes, thought Sophie one nil to me. In your face, Kathy. She dived under the water, approaching the unsuspecting girl.



Astrid Völlner let out a contented sigh as she felt the clear cool waters of the swim track envelop her. She had decided to take an early morning swim session on her own. Astrid preferred practicing on her own, without the distractions of others around her. At 21, Astrid was a second alternate to that smug faced cow, Ebba. Despite the fact that she was a much better swimmer then her. Astrid swam to the deepest part of the course, as she treaded water to prepare herself for the arduous swim ahead, she felt two cold hands grab her ankles pulling her under. A sense of fear washed over her, as a small hand clamped over mouth and an arm encircling her waist keeping her underwater. Astrid could feel pain in her lungs as they slowly filled in water, she struggled in the iron grip of her attacker, but to avail. Astrid screamed into the hand over her mouth, slowly suffocating as fluid replaced oxygen. In one minute, the last of Astrid's air escaped from her lungs, her muffled screams and struggles ceased. Her eyes glazed over and closed as she slumped into Sophie's arm, dead.



Wasting no time, Sophie held her breath as she stripped off her wetsuit and aqualung, then peeled off the dead girl's swimsuit from her athletic corspe. Sophie briefly admired the girls C-cup breasts with pink perky areolas, small trimmed clit crowned with a trimmed strip of golden pubic hair and tight pert ass. When she had finished her appraisal, Sophie tied the aqualung to the bodies feet with her wetsuit, sinking it to the bottom of the swim track. Wading ashore naked, with the swimsuit in hand, Sophie rummaged through the dead girl's kit bag finding her black Team Sweden tracksuit,trainers and black solid bra and thong panties. Deciding that this would make for a suitable disguise, Sophie dried herself with towels from the bag and dressed herself in her stolen underwear and tracksuit. When she was finished, Sophie keyed in her earpiece. " About what you said earlier, Kathy." She licked her finger and made a one. " One nil to me. Your move."



Damn it all, thought Kathy as she pulled into the Olympic park in her stolen police cruiser. She was already one-nil down, and that hadn't happened in a couple of mission. Okay, Sophie prepare for the equaliser. As got out of the car, Kathy could spot a team of pretty female track and field athletes running laps around the 800 metre track. They were all dressed in the same strip, yellow vest with "SWEDEN" flashed across their breasts in blue and across their backs, with the three crowns printed above the right breast and upper back, with blue tight shorts. Kathy only needed to eliminate one of the runners and acquire her outfit, and she had her eye on a particular girl, doing warm up stretches she was alone and nobody would see her leave. The young runner in question, who just happened to be Kathy's size like all Swedish girls was a looker. She had high Nordic cheekbones with angular features and pale turquoise eyes, her short light brown hair done up in two braided rows that hung from her head. On her feet were a pair of blue Nike trainers with white running socks underneath. Kathy smiled, she would do nicely. Glancing at her left index finger, Kathy could see an engagement ring. She cleared her throat, preparing her most fluent Swedish as she approached the clueless runner.



" Excuse me miss, might I have your attention." Elsa Lundberg looked up from her stretches to see a pretty redheaded police woman approach her. " Is there a problem, officer?" Elsa said as she held up her left leg, working the muscle. " Yes, I'am afraid it's about your boyfriend." Elsa froze in shock, her eyes widened. "What?! Nikolaus? What as happened to him, officer?!" She started to panic, she had told him being a bike courier was dangerous but the stupid oaf wouldn't listen. " He has been involved in a traffic accident, and he as been rushed to hospital." Elsa put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god! I..I have to go to be there by his side. Officer? Could I trouble for a ride to the hospital, please?" She pleaded. The kind officer held up her hand. "It's no trouble, sweetie. Come I will take you to my car, follow me." Elsa stopped to pick up her kit bag, then followed the officer to her cruiser. Smiling the officer, opened the rear driver's side door for her. " I really don't know what to say, but thank you officer." Elsa said as she placed her kitbag on the seat, turning her back on the woman. Before she could react, Elsa felt the officers arm encircle her throat as she placed her hand at the back of Elsa's head. Without having a chance to scream, the last thing Elsa heard was her hyoid bone breaking as her head was pressed forward, crushing her slender throat. Her arms falling limply to her sides, as her killer lowered her body onto the back seat.



" Sorry, sweetheart. It's nothing personal but I need your outfit." Kathy said to the dead runner as she got into the back of the car, closing the door behind her. Wasting no time, Kathy stripped off her stolen policewoman's uniform including her underwear, stashing it inside the athletes kitbag, then started to undress the dead runner. Kathy removed the dead girl's socks and trainers, putting them on then pulled her tight blue shorts down her long divine legs. The contract had already stipulated that the assassin's also needed any undergarments, the athletes were wearing, so without hesitation Kathy whipped off the dead woman's white Calvin Klein sports thong, exposing her small nearly shaved clit. " So you looked after yourself, cutie. I bet Niklaus enjoyed that." Kathy quipped to the dead woman, as she pulled up the stolen underwear. Despite the cramped conditions of the police cruiser. Kathy was able to to peel off the runners vest, and unclasp the matching CK sports bra, exposing the dead girl's small but well formed slightly pointed B-cup breasts with perky light pink areolas. " Nice tits, as well honey. Too bad, Niklaus won't be getting anymore of that again." As she got dressed in her new disguise, Kathy's eyes traced the naked athletic corpse taking in her toned body, and tight pert ass, as she lay on her side on the back seat. With her appraisal finished, Kathy dragged the naked body off the back seat hoisting her up under her shoulders then opened the cruisers trunk. She tossed the naked corpse inside, then locked the door with a snap. " There's the equaliser. 1-1. One all, and we are in the second half." Kathy said into her earpiece, as she hoistered the kitbag onto her shoulder. " Yeah, yeah. Don't get all smug, Kathy. That's two down, three to go. A lot can happen, don't write off the stars and strips just yet. Wait, are you wearing her outfit? Like the last time?" Kathy shrugged as she made her way toward the shooting range. " There is nothing that says we cannot use the marks clothing as disguises, to help us complete the mission." Sophie sighed. " As long as we get no blood on them, and we turn them in after the mission, I know. Well it's off to the stables for me, equestrian girl next. She you at the finish line, Kathy." Sophie closed the line., as Kathy made her way to the shooting range.



Sophie now dressed in her stolen tracksuit, with the swimmers back looped over her shoulder, approached the stables were the equestrian team were housed. She could see a number of female riders milling about or practising their eventing skills, who would make suitable candidates. After five minutes, Sophie saw a young woman walk towards the stables, clutching a pack of cigarettes. Smiling Sophie appraised the woman, she was dressed in a white sleeveless blouse with tight grey riding pants belted at the waist with shiny black leather riding boots. And she was a looker, with shallow cheekbones heart-shaped features and big brown eyes. Her honey blonde hair, done up in braided pigtails that hung down her shoulders. Sophie took out a white flannel, knotting it into a makeshift garrote, then after looping the bag over her shoulder, made to follow the girl. She was looking forward, to peeling the bitch out off that outfit.






Freja Ällstrom took a look around the stables, making sure nobody would catch her as she took out a cigarette. At 21, Freja was the newest alternate on the Swedish eventing team, which would probably mean she would never see an Olympic games but at least she got the chance to work with horses, her most favourite animals in the world, and she wore a cute outfit that sent many boys, and girl's flocking to her. Freja didn't really mind as she really had no preference, she enjoyed both equally with a slight bias towards girls. Freja lent up against a crate, popping her cigarette in her mouth, but before she could light it she felt the sensation of a towel being looped over her slender throat then tightened like a vice. Freja was pulled over the crate, with one sharp tug to her adams apple, her throat crushing instantly before she had a chance to scream, as as her cigarette and lighter dropped to the stable floor.




Panting with the sheer sexual energy she felt at garroting the young woman, Sophie unwound her makeshift towel garrote from around the dead girl's throat and stripped off her tracksuit and underwear, stashing them inside the kitbag. After she propped up the corpse against the crate, Sophie started to strip her. After removing the dead girl's black riding boots, Sophie unbuckled her tight riding pants, working them off the hips and peeling them down her long divine legs, then off her body. Sophie yanked off the girls white lace thong, exposing her full vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of honey blonde pubic hair. "Hmm, not bad. Sweetheart. I bet you made a lot of boys happy with that, or perhaps a lot of girls I'am not one to judge. I like girls myself." Sophie quipped to the half naked corpse of the eventer, as she pulled on the stolen panties savouring the feel of the expensive fabric. " Expensive tastes as well, my type of girl." Sophie then unbuttoned the sleeveless blouse, slipping it off her shoulders along with the matching white lace bra that revealed a well formed pair of C-cup breasts with full pink roundel shaped areolas. " Whoa, nice tits. You know I would totally like to give these a feel, but I'am on the clock. I cannot let Kathy beat me, not again." After she got dressed in her stolen underwear and clothes, Sophie dragged the naked athletic body over to a haystack concealing the corpse within. She keyed in her earpiece. " 2-1 to me Kathy. What are you doing? Sleeping with them? By the time you grab the shooters outfit, I will be at the finish line with the fencers outfit." She said chortling into her earpiece. "Damn it, Sophie? You are working fast, I'am almost impressed. But I will be the first to the finish line, just you wait and see." Sophie shook her head. " Yeah, promises. She you at the finish line, Kathy." She closed the channel as she made her way to the athletes village.




Trap shooter Hanna Nikström, aimed down the sights of her rifle scoring a perfect bullseye as she practiced on the Olympic Park's shooting range. At 26, Hanna was one of the more experienced members of the Swedish pentathletes, but was still only second alternate, which was the reason she was here at the range. Hanna wanted to improve her high scores, so that she could finally get the coveted first choice position. She was dressed in a yellow team Sweden vest, with a pair off tight black lycra leggings and white cross country plimsolls. On her left wrist she wore a sports watch with a yellow half cap perched over her dark brown hair, her high ponytail looped through the back off her cap and a pair of black wrap-around shades over her almond shaped hazel eyes. Hanna was also an attractive woman, with classical smooth cheekbones and rounded features. As she put down her rifle, she saw a member of the running team approach her. Hanna had never seen her before, but she was insanely gorgeous her kitbag over her shoulder. She flashed the beautiful redhead a warm smile. " Hello there, I don't think we have met. My name's Hanna and you are?" The redheaded runner returned her smile, as she walked closer. "Helga Lyndström, I have only just started today actually. Just got this outfit." Hanna nodded, her eyes roaming the girls tight athletic curves, and C-cup breasts. " You wear our colours well, they match those pretty eyes of yours. Not to mention your other attributes." The redheaded Helga drew closer, caressing Hanna's bare forearm, she let out a low moan of desire. " So you can shoot straight after all, would like to take me somewhere more private and see if you cannot hit the bull's-eye?" Helga put her hand down between Hanna's legs, gently massaging her clit through her lycra leggings, she let out more low moans as she melted under Helga's heavenly touch. Hanna couldn't help herself, her reasons for being here melting away to her desire for the new girl. "I know a place, follow me. I want you Helga." She took the redheads hand into hers, and let her into a storage hut.



Kathy positioned herself behind the lustful Hanna, as she locked the huts door behind them. " So is this just a quickie , or are we going all th-" Hanna never got the chance to find out, as Kathy effortlessly snapped her neck in one twist to the right using both hands. The brunette fell to the floor, like a puppet with her strings cut." Sorry, my love. Under normal circumstances, I would have gladly fucked you, then probably killed you. But I'am 2-1 one down and I cannot afford to lose to Sophie, what and void my winning streak. I'am sure you would understand." Kathy knelt by the dead woman, taking off her stylish shades and putting them on along with her half cap, then she quickly stripped the dead woman, taking her black matching sports bra and hipster shorts, . As she packed the shooters outfit into her kitbag, Kathy took a moment to admire the dead womans naked athletic form her exquisite C-cup breasts with dark pink circular areolas and small trimmed vulva crowned with a triangle of dark brown fuzz. Kathy scooped up the naked toned corpse, groping her pert peach shaped ass, and dropped it into an empty crate, sealing it shut behind her. Smiling, Kathy keyed in her earpiece as she walked out of the storage hut." It's Two all, now Sophie. And we are into extra time. Catching you up, my friend." Sophie chuckled as she replied. " Yeah, well hows this Kathy. I'am sitting across from the fencer right now. She's a pretty little thing, shall I tell her you said hi?" Kathy swore under her breath. " Ok, Sophie. She is all yours, you win." She heard Sophie's sarcastic reply. " What was that, I didn't hear you? You said that you forfeit our wager?" Kathy let her bask in her victory for a moment, before replying. " That's right. You win this one, we have been friends for a while and I keep on winning. You deserve to win, this time." She teased. Sophie chuckled slightly " I love you girl. See you outside the athletes lounge, and don't forget to call the clean up crew when we are done here." Kathy nodded as she closed the channel, making her way to the athletes lounge.



Sophie sat in the athletes lounge, across from the young pretty fencer she had picked out for acquisition. She was, has Sophie had described to Kathy, a looker with high cheekbones sculptured features and almond shaped brown eyes. Her long jet black hair tied into a high ponytail. She was dressed in a white fencing outfit which consisted of a, single breasted top zippered on the left hand side and trousers, the only identifying feature on it was a small Swedish flag on her right shoulder with white sneakers on her feet. Her matching gloves and face mask on the table in front of her. After a couple of minutes, the girl picked up her accessories and walked towards the women's bathroom. Seizing her opportunity, Sophie smiled as she followed her inside.




Fencer Gerdur Lundberg entered the cubicle of the women's bathroom, unzipping her top and pulling down her trousers, along with her solid black g-string thong. She let a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her full bladder. At 23, Gerdur was one sparring session away from moving from second alternate to prime athlete. It had been a long road of sweat and toil but Gerdur knew it would be worth it, the looks on her parents faces would be worth more then gained position. After she had wiped herself down, Gerdur made to pull up her panties, but before she could she felt the sensation of a towel looping around her neck, violently pulling to the right. Gerdur struggled for breath, as her arms flailed trying to no avail to poke her attacker in the eye. A woman who was dressed in a equestrian team outfit. Gerdur could feel the blood and oxygen being cut from her brain, her struggles weakening as the blonde pulled tighter and tighter. Finally, the last thing Gerdur heard was the sound of her neck breaking, her arms falling limply to her sides. She let out a brief death rattle, as her killer unwound her makeshift garrote from her throat causing her body to slide against the wall of the cubicle, landing in an undignified position.



Sophie hopped over the side of the cubicle, landing next to the half naked corpse of the young fencer, who had her panties down around her ankles exposing her small vulva trimmed with a very small strip of black pubic hair. " Sorry sweetie but that's how it's goes in this business." She said has she stripped off the equestrian outfit and underwear, stashing inside her bag. When she was finished, Sophie stripped the dead girl out of her outfit. First removing her sneakers and socks, then her trousers along with her thong, putting them on. After slipping off the dead woman's white fencing top, off her shoulders Sophie reached around the corpses back unclasping the bra peeling it off her shoulders. "Well have seen some sweet looking tits today, but yours takes the cake." She said as she took in the well rounded and firm C-cup breasts with dark pink perky circular areolas. After Sophie got dressed in the fencers outfit, putting on the mask and gloves, she unlocked the cubicle door and dragged the girls naked body in the attendants cupboard propping it up behind some shelves. "Goodbye, sweetheart and thanks for the outfit. It fits me way better then you. Sophie blew the corpse a farewell kiss and exited the cupboard. She then scooped up the kitbag and left the bathroom, putting an out of order sign on the bathroom door.


Kathy shook her head, as Sophie approached her wearing her new fencers outfit. "I suddenly feel very underdressed." She said to Sophie as they made their way to their car parked were Kathy had left it. "Well consider this my victory walk and this the victors costume. Besides I feel like a Mandalorian wearing this." She replied, her voice muffled by the mask she wore. Kathy chuckled "This is the way." . After dumping the body of the underwear clad cop into the bushes, they changed back into their clothes, with Sophie wearing her stolen tracksuit. Sophie held out her hand, counting their marks."Ok, so Swimmer, check. Fencer, check. Runner, check. Shooter, check. And Equestrian. I would chalk that another successful mission." Sophie placed their stolen outfits into the trunk as Kathy called command to inform of the mission completion, and to request a clean up crew to dispose of any evidence. They got into the car. "You remember our wager, right?" Sophie asked as Kathy slipped the car into gear. " Yes, I have to buy your drinks for the next month and let you knock me unconscious, so you steal my outfit. I 'am not going to live this down am I." Kathy said nervously. "You are the best friend, a girl could ask for." Sophie grinned as Kathy popped on her stolen shades, driving into the warm Swedish sun.

[simon4242]

brutal but brilliant did the DDAs get captured by SI

[Stormtrooper1990]

brutal but brilliant did the DDAs get captured by SI

Seeing as they were Darkwatch agents and responsible for quite a few disappearances and murders, some did get captured by the SI. While others slipped away. In the case of Kathy and Sophie, they did indeed get captured. While Kathy volunteered evidence against Darkwatch, later receiving amnesty, Sophie was found to be psychotic and loyal to Darkwatch even when the organisation had crumbled. She is residing in the SI's Alpha Blacksite, in Siberia held in maximum security never to see the light of day nor her old friend again.

[simon4242]

fair enuff

[esercito sconfitto]

many thanks for this gift!

about the disclaimer

no fictional characters were harmed in the creation of this story.

heck something has been lost in translation, because the bodycount is telling us another story and a LOT of fictional characters have been harmed, not to mention they are pretty dead oh well I am so sorry for them

the story developed in an unexpected and clever way, it is interesting ; many thanks

this pentathlon thing , with infiltrators replacing the athletes during the games, it can be resumed maybe like an "itinerary story"


PS the Darkwatch Disguise Acquisition Team(DDAT) is a surprising concept

after all the wardrobes are overrated these days, and also acquiring outfits in the stores

[Stormtrooper1990]

many thanks for this gift!

about the disclaimer

no fictional characters were harmed in the creation of this story.

heck something has been lost in translation, because the bodycount is telling us another story and a LOT of fictional characters have been harmed, not to mention they are pretty dead oh well I am so sorry for them

the story developed in an unexpected and clever way, it is interesting ; many thanks

this pentathlon thing , with infiltrators replacing the athletes during the games, it can be resumed maybe like an "itinerary story"


PS the Darkwatch Disguise Acquisition Team(DDAT) is a surprising concept

after all the wardrobes are overrated these days

You are very much welcome, Esercito is was a pleasure to write this up.


I think the disclaimer is part of this stories charm, it adds to the whole black humour element It has running through it. Even if I got a little kill crazy, 6 being a new record.(I think)



The story element in which these agents are best friends, but also in competition just came to me had I wrote the story. You could call it a sudden flash of inspiration, it also helped to develop their characters. You have Kathy who prefers subtlety and having a little fun on the job, but she is also highly mercenary and isn't a dyed in the wool Darkwatch. Compare that with her friend Sophie is more hard-core, prefers the direct approach to both her kills and uniform stealing. I may have hinted that she is a psychopath, and enjoys the act of brutal murder, and a loyal darkwatch to the bone.


I might actually write a follow up, after all Kathy and Sophie went to all that trouble, either the Darkwatch team need to escape, and need new clothes or an SI team, who need to disguise themselves as pentathletes, in order to stop the Darkwatch from Assassinating the Getman Chancellor. But the difference being the SI are non-lethal( perhaps its time to break out the shock weapons again )


And you are right, wardrobes are so last century. What bother when you have a dedicated team of operatives, on standby to deliver you the best in "Second hand." disguises


The DDAT is another one of my concepts from the dark depths of my imagination. I thought that it would be an interesting concept, that the badguys have an optional delivery service for disguises for high risk missions. They just put in an requisition order, and the DDAT will go above and beyond to "acquire" the uniforms. No questions asked nor any mercy shown. I think in this instance it works really well.


Of course it opens the DDAT to appear again, to acquire orders for discerning Darkwatch assassins.


Again, thank you very much for reading and I'am very pleased you enjoyed the story. I look forward to writing more.

[paveldr]

It is a great concept and I’m happy to see that the two operatives enjoyed they job.
If you love your job you are not really working, right?
Cheers

[Stormtrooper1990]

It is a great concept and I’m happy to see that the two operatives enjoyed they job.
If you love your job you are not really working, right?
Cheers

Exactly, thanks very much for reading and enjoying my story.


And greetings, welcome to the board. I hope you have a great time here

[paveldr]

Thank you.
I’ll go through your stories:) I hope you don’t mind if I leave some comment.
Amazing that there is such a large community around this.

Cheers

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thank you.
I’ll go through your stories:) I hope you don’t mind if I leave some comment.
Amazing that there is such a large community around this.

Cheers

You are welcome

Not at all my friend, I hope you enjoy my work.


We are also on discord as well, so feel free to have a look there as well.


It is a very large community and it keeps on getting bigger.