Silencing the Witness: Based on the artwork by Demir3D
Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2023 9:21 pm
This is the first of a series of stories based on the artwork of DA artist Demir3D. This will introduce a new original character, Chloe Tanaka a Japanese-American ex ninja who used to work for the Yakuza in her native Japan, until a betrayal meant she was forced to leave her homeland. Now a freelance thief and assassin, Chloe works for the highest bidder and has a reputation not just for ruthless efficiency, but also flexibility. While she is a trained killer and mistress of disguise, Chloe will adapt her approach to her clients wishes. Here, Chloe has been hired by the Russian Mob to assassinate a key witness who is currently under police protection. The client as authorised Chloe to use any means necessary to complete her contract. So first things first, she needs to acquire a policewoman's uniform...
Assassin Chloe Tanaka, sat in her convertible car feeling the warm desert breeze though her shoulder length jack black hair as she waited for her mark to appear. She had pulled up at the side of the road, and popped open her bonnet to fake engine trouble all better to snare her prey. As Chloe creaked her neck, steeling herself for what lay ahead she caught her reflection in the wing mirror, liking what she saw. At 23, Chloe was a mixed ethnic Japanese American born to a Japanese mother and an American father, a US marine. She had high cheekbones rounded features and slanted dark brown eyes. It was these looks that drew many young women into Chloe's bed, but so far she had adopted a love them and leave them approach. She took a deep breath reflecting on her contract, Chloe had been hired by the Russian Mafia to eliminate Sergei Kuznetsov, a rat who was about to testify against his former boss, and was under police protection at a police station in Reno, Nevada. The client had given Chloe free reign to do whatever she deemed necessary, to complete the contract. This suited the former ninja just fine, she preferred to do things lethally not because she enjoyed killing but because it was the most logical efficient solution. That however didn't mean Chloe couldn't be flexible, if a client wanted zero civilian casualties then that's what they got. Chloe wouldn't let her preferences void a contract, not if it meant losing out on her pay. Besides she had her reputation to consider. In this instance Chloe's plan to infiltrate the station, was to kill a young policewoman and take her uniform. And it so happens that a female officer, often drove down this lonely stretch of desert road. Chloe had been studying her, watching her routine as she often used this desert road as a shortcut to get her morning coffee. Today was no different. Chloe smiled as she saw the police cruiser pull up behind her, with the pretty cop in the driver's seat. They shared the same size, height and build. Chloe got out of her car, flashing her a warm smile with her right hand on her wrist watch.
Officer Danni Fowler gently pulled up to the side of the road, as she saw a very attractive east-asian woman get out of her car. It looked like the poor woman's car had given up on her, and Danni being the one to come to the aid of a damsel in distress felt compelled to offer her assistance. At 23, Danni was dressed in the standard uniform of the Reno Police Department, which consisted of a buttoned beige short sleeve shirt with her badge on her left breast and nameplate on the right. On her right shoulder was a stitched American flag while on the opposite was the badge of the Reno Police Department, around her waist Danni wore her gun belt equipped with her Glock 17, radio, baton, handcuffs, pepper spray and spares for her sidearm, around her waist . A brown pencil skirt that came up to her knees, with black high heels on her small feet. She had a matching flat hat, which she elected to keep on her dashboard. Before she exited her cruiser, Danni checked her reflection in her rear view mirror making sure she looked her best. She had shallow cheekbones with heart shaped features and almond shaped blue eyes. Her light chestnut brown hair done up in a ponytail. Once she was finished with her self appraisal, Danni got out of her Cruiser flashing a suggestive smile to the distressed woman. " Hey there. It looks like you got car trouble. Maybe I can help? I'am not to bad too bad with engines myself." The pretty Asian woman let out a sigh of relief. "Would you? That would be great. I'am so useless with cars." Danni approached her, holding up a placating hand. "It's no trouble, it's part of my job helping pretty damsels in distress." She subtly flirted to the woman. The cute Asian beckoned her forward. "It's a good job that you came along when you did. Must be my lucky day." She gave Danni a knowing suggestive look, the officer couldn't help becoming more attracted to the woman. As she followed the woman to the front of her car, Danni peered inside taking a good luck at the engine. " Wait a second, there's no--ughh!" Danni never had the chance to finish her sentence, as she felt a cord loop around her slender throat. Danni could feel the blood and oxygen being could off from her brain, as the woman pulled tighter and tighter. All of her police training disappeared as she started to panic, Danni tried to scream but no voice came out, her throated constricted by the cord. Next she tried to pull it off, but it was to no avail as her attacker was too strong. Danni could feel her struggle for life fading, as her vision blurred the Asian woman pulled tighter and tighter as Danni choked her last. Suddenly, the final thing Danni heard was the sound of her hyoid bone breaking her arms falling limply to her sides, letting out a brief death rattle as she slumped dead in the arms of her beautiful murderer.
Chloe dragged the Officers body to the side of her car, laying her down on the tarmac. " It's nothing personal Officer..." Chloe checked the girl's nameplate, gently unwinding her cord garrote from her throat. ... Fowler, but I really need your uniform more then you do." Opening her car trunk, Chloe stripped off her clothes dumping them inside before kneeling beside Officer Fowler's corpse. " Ok, Officer Fowler. Let's get you out of that uniform." Chloe removed the girls gunbelt, followed by her high heel shoes. " Hmm? It looks like we both share the same foot size. What luck." She said as she tested the heels against her feet. Chloe party unbuttoned the dead officers shirt, revealing a hint of a navy blue lace bra covering a small but well developed pair of B-cup breasts. Then unzipped the skirt from the side pulling the garment down her long divine legs. " Cute panties, officer. Luckily for you, you can keep those I'am covered." Chloe said as she glanced at the dead officers matching navy blue lace thong, the only thing covering her modesty. Pulling the half naked corpse, into a seated position Chloe finished unbuttoning the uniform shirt from the dead cop, slipping it loose from her shoulders. Letting the now underwear clad body of Officer Fowler fall back onto the tarmac, wearing only her matching navy blue lingerie set, Chloe pulled on the officers shirt buttoning it up over her white lace bra. As she got dressed in the rest of the late Officer Fowler's uniform, Chloe appraised the dead underwear clad cop, she had a beautiful young athletic slim figure. Her B-cup breasts firm and buoyant, her hips shapely supporting a cute pert ass, the pale white skin around her slender neck marred by the bruising and red rope burn left by Chloe's garrote. Had she met Fowler at any other time, then on the job Chloe would have gladly taken the opportunity to get to know the cop a little bit more intimately. When she was finished getting dressed in her stolen uniform, Chloe removed the cops hair tie copying her ponytail, then scooped up her scantily clad corpse In a fireman's carry. She tossed the body into the trunk, taking another glance at the beautiful corpse clad only in her lacy underwear, scanning the pert peach shaped ass of her victim. Once she was done with her appraisal, Chloe retrieved a clear vial from her handbag putting it into the pocket of her stolen skirt before snapping the trunk shut. Chloe had been told by clients that it was ricin, slipping this into Sergei's coffee would make him a dead man in 10 minutes allowing his death to appear like an heart attack, leaving no ties to herself or her Russian clients. As she got into the officers cruiser, Chloe placed the officers cap on her head and had slipped on a pair of aviators she had found in the glove box. Then turning on the car's ignition, she drove off towards the police station and her target.
It took Chloe 15 minutes to drive to the station, parking the cruiser outside and getting out. Using her disguise, she blended in with the other officers going about their duties. According to the intelligence she had recieved from the client, Chloe learned that Sergei was in interview room 2 in the middle of preparing his statement. She made her way to the interview rooms, Overhearing a conservation between two officers one male the other female. " He's in Interview 2 right now, preparing his statement. He's scared shirtless." The male officer laughed. His female colleague shook her head. "You would be, if you had the Russian Mob breathing down your neck idiot." The male officer frowned. " Easy on the insults. Anyway, someone should get him a cup of coffee. That should set his nerves straight." He shot back. " As if a cup of coffee, is going make him feel better. You can be a real asshole, sometimes partner." As the two officers walked away, Chloe smiled that was her method of delivery. After she found a coffee vending mission, Chloe used the dead cops cash to buy a simple caffe Americano, then discreetly garnished it with the ricin. After stirring it gently, allowing both the coffee and poison chance to percolate Chloe replaced the empty vial back into her skirt pocket, then made her way to Interview room two.
As Chloe entered the empty interview room viewing area, she observed her target Sergei Kuznetsov. He was a typical blonde haired blue eyes square jawed Russian, aged around 35. Smiling at the thought of her contract being fulfilled, Chloe entered the interview room holding a steaming styrofoam cup of coffee and flashing her target a warm smile. He looked up at her, returning the smile" Mr Kuznetsov? The detective told me you could do with a nice cup of coffee, to settle your nerves." Kuznetsov let out a relieved sigh. " At last, thank you Officer Fowler." He said as he glanced at the nameplate on her stolen uniform, taking the coffee out of her hand. " You must convey my thanks to your Detective Daniels. I appreciate how well the police have been treating me, much better then Russian police, I can tell you." He laughed in accented English, gently sipping his coffee. " Well you are important witness, and you have been through much. It seems only fair we lay on the special treatment." Chloe said, a false smile spreading across her face. Kuznetsov smiled as he took a gulp of his coffee. You are a dead man walking thought Chloe, as she saw the Russian drink deeper of his warm deadly beverage. " Again thank you very much for the thought, officer." Chloe nodded. " Good luck, Mr Kuznetsov. Enjoy your coffee." She said as she exited the interview room. " And the rest of your short miserable life." Chloe exited the viewing room and made her way back to the front entrance of the station.
As Chloe got into her stolen police cruiser, she saw an ambulance pull up. Two paramedics ran into the station and emerged with the dead body of Sergei Kuznetsov laid out on a gurney, covered by a blue sheet. Satisfied, that her work had been done. Chloe started the cruisers engine and drove away from the station. Chloe parked up back at the stretch of lonely desert road, where she had left her car and the underwear clad corpse of Officer Fowler in the trunk. Chloe opened her trunk, dragging the underwear clad body of the dead cop back to her police cruiser dumping her inside the trunk, locking her inside. Chloe walked back to her car, stripping off her stolen uniform and redressing in her clothes. As an afterthought, she decided to keep the stolen uniform and sunglasses as souvenirs of her mission then she took out her handbag, retrieving her smart phone and dialling the number of her handler, Angela Yeardley. " Hey, Angela. Target neutralised and mission complete. One case of collateral damage. On my way back to the safehouse." She could hear the smile in Angela's voice. " Good work as always, Chloe. The clients spies at the hospital confirmed his death, and the money is being transferred into you Grand Cayman account as we speak. See you back at the safe house." She replied with a British RP accent. Chloe bade her farewell, then hung up her phone. Placing her hand bag on the passenger seat, Chloe got behind the wheel of her infinity convertible and drove away. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the warm desert air flow through her hair, driving towards the setting Mojave sun.
Assassin Chloe Tanaka, sat in her convertible car feeling the warm desert breeze though her shoulder length jack black hair as she waited for her mark to appear. She had pulled up at the side of the road, and popped open her bonnet to fake engine trouble all better to snare her prey. As Chloe creaked her neck, steeling herself for what lay ahead she caught her reflection in the wing mirror, liking what she saw. At 23, Chloe was a mixed ethnic Japanese American born to a Japanese mother and an American father, a US marine. She had high cheekbones rounded features and slanted dark brown eyes. It was these looks that drew many young women into Chloe's bed, but so far she had adopted a love them and leave them approach. She took a deep breath reflecting on her contract, Chloe had been hired by the Russian Mafia to eliminate Sergei Kuznetsov, a rat who was about to testify against his former boss, and was under police protection at a police station in Reno, Nevada. The client had given Chloe free reign to do whatever she deemed necessary, to complete the contract. This suited the former ninja just fine, she preferred to do things lethally not because she enjoyed killing but because it was the most logical efficient solution. That however didn't mean Chloe couldn't be flexible, if a client wanted zero civilian casualties then that's what they got. Chloe wouldn't let her preferences void a contract, not if it meant losing out on her pay. Besides she had her reputation to consider. In this instance Chloe's plan to infiltrate the station, was to kill a young policewoman and take her uniform. And it so happens that a female officer, often drove down this lonely stretch of desert road. Chloe had been studying her, watching her routine as she often used this desert road as a shortcut to get her morning coffee. Today was no different. Chloe smiled as she saw the police cruiser pull up behind her, with the pretty cop in the driver's seat. They shared the same size, height and build. Chloe got out of her car, flashing her a warm smile with her right hand on her wrist watch.
Officer Danni Fowler gently pulled up to the side of the road, as she saw a very attractive east-asian woman get out of her car. It looked like the poor woman's car had given up on her, and Danni being the one to come to the aid of a damsel in distress felt compelled to offer her assistance. At 23, Danni was dressed in the standard uniform of the Reno Police Department, which consisted of a buttoned beige short sleeve shirt with her badge on her left breast and nameplate on the right. On her right shoulder was a stitched American flag while on the opposite was the badge of the Reno Police Department, around her waist Danni wore her gun belt equipped with her Glock 17, radio, baton, handcuffs, pepper spray and spares for her sidearm, around her waist . A brown pencil skirt that came up to her knees, with black high heels on her small feet. She had a matching flat hat, which she elected to keep on her dashboard. Before she exited her cruiser, Danni checked her reflection in her rear view mirror making sure she looked her best. She had shallow cheekbones with heart shaped features and almond shaped blue eyes. Her light chestnut brown hair done up in a ponytail. Once she was finished with her self appraisal, Danni got out of her Cruiser flashing a suggestive smile to the distressed woman. " Hey there. It looks like you got car trouble. Maybe I can help? I'am not to bad too bad with engines myself." The pretty Asian woman let out a sigh of relief. "Would you? That would be great. I'am so useless with cars." Danni approached her, holding up a placating hand. "It's no trouble, it's part of my job helping pretty damsels in distress." She subtly flirted to the woman. The cute Asian beckoned her forward. "It's a good job that you came along when you did. Must be my lucky day." She gave Danni a knowing suggestive look, the officer couldn't help becoming more attracted to the woman. As she followed the woman to the front of her car, Danni peered inside taking a good luck at the engine. " Wait a second, there's no--ughh!" Danni never had the chance to finish her sentence, as she felt a cord loop around her slender throat. Danni could feel the blood and oxygen being could off from her brain, as the woman pulled tighter and tighter. All of her police training disappeared as she started to panic, Danni tried to scream but no voice came out, her throated constricted by the cord. Next she tried to pull it off, but it was to no avail as her attacker was too strong. Danni could feel her struggle for life fading, as her vision blurred the Asian woman pulled tighter and tighter as Danni choked her last. Suddenly, the final thing Danni heard was the sound of her hyoid bone breaking her arms falling limply to her sides, letting out a brief death rattle as she slumped dead in the arms of her beautiful murderer.
Chloe dragged the Officers body to the side of her car, laying her down on the tarmac. " It's nothing personal Officer..." Chloe checked the girl's nameplate, gently unwinding her cord garrote from her throat. ... Fowler, but I really need your uniform more then you do." Opening her car trunk, Chloe stripped off her clothes dumping them inside before kneeling beside Officer Fowler's corpse. " Ok, Officer Fowler. Let's get you out of that uniform." Chloe removed the girls gunbelt, followed by her high heel shoes. " Hmm? It looks like we both share the same foot size. What luck." She said as she tested the heels against her feet. Chloe party unbuttoned the dead officers shirt, revealing a hint of a navy blue lace bra covering a small but well developed pair of B-cup breasts. Then unzipped the skirt from the side pulling the garment down her long divine legs. " Cute panties, officer. Luckily for you, you can keep those I'am covered." Chloe said as she glanced at the dead officers matching navy blue lace thong, the only thing covering her modesty. Pulling the half naked corpse, into a seated position Chloe finished unbuttoning the uniform shirt from the dead cop, slipping it loose from her shoulders. Letting the now underwear clad body of Officer Fowler fall back onto the tarmac, wearing only her matching navy blue lingerie set, Chloe pulled on the officers shirt buttoning it up over her white lace bra. As she got dressed in the rest of the late Officer Fowler's uniform, Chloe appraised the dead underwear clad cop, she had a beautiful young athletic slim figure. Her B-cup breasts firm and buoyant, her hips shapely supporting a cute pert ass, the pale white skin around her slender neck marred by the bruising and red rope burn left by Chloe's garrote. Had she met Fowler at any other time, then on the job Chloe would have gladly taken the opportunity to get to know the cop a little bit more intimately. When she was finished getting dressed in her stolen uniform, Chloe removed the cops hair tie copying her ponytail, then scooped up her scantily clad corpse In a fireman's carry. She tossed the body into the trunk, taking another glance at the beautiful corpse clad only in her lacy underwear, scanning the pert peach shaped ass of her victim. Once she was done with her appraisal, Chloe retrieved a clear vial from her handbag putting it into the pocket of her stolen skirt before snapping the trunk shut. Chloe had been told by clients that it was ricin, slipping this into Sergei's coffee would make him a dead man in 10 minutes allowing his death to appear like an heart attack, leaving no ties to herself or her Russian clients. As she got into the officers cruiser, Chloe placed the officers cap on her head and had slipped on a pair of aviators she had found in the glove box. Then turning on the car's ignition, she drove off towards the police station and her target.
It took Chloe 15 minutes to drive to the station, parking the cruiser outside and getting out. Using her disguise, she blended in with the other officers going about their duties. According to the intelligence she had recieved from the client, Chloe learned that Sergei was in interview room 2 in the middle of preparing his statement. She made her way to the interview rooms, Overhearing a conservation between two officers one male the other female. " He's in Interview 2 right now, preparing his statement. He's scared shirtless." The male officer laughed. His female colleague shook her head. "You would be, if you had the Russian Mob breathing down your neck idiot." The male officer frowned. " Easy on the insults. Anyway, someone should get him a cup of coffee. That should set his nerves straight." He shot back. " As if a cup of coffee, is going make him feel better. You can be a real asshole, sometimes partner." As the two officers walked away, Chloe smiled that was her method of delivery. After she found a coffee vending mission, Chloe used the dead cops cash to buy a simple caffe Americano, then discreetly garnished it with the ricin. After stirring it gently, allowing both the coffee and poison chance to percolate Chloe replaced the empty vial back into her skirt pocket, then made her way to Interview room two.
As Chloe entered the empty interview room viewing area, she observed her target Sergei Kuznetsov. He was a typical blonde haired blue eyes square jawed Russian, aged around 35. Smiling at the thought of her contract being fulfilled, Chloe entered the interview room holding a steaming styrofoam cup of coffee and flashing her target a warm smile. He looked up at her, returning the smile" Mr Kuznetsov? The detective told me you could do with a nice cup of coffee, to settle your nerves." Kuznetsov let out a relieved sigh. " At last, thank you Officer Fowler." He said as he glanced at the nameplate on her stolen uniform, taking the coffee out of her hand. " You must convey my thanks to your Detective Daniels. I appreciate how well the police have been treating me, much better then Russian police, I can tell you." He laughed in accented English, gently sipping his coffee. " Well you are important witness, and you have been through much. It seems only fair we lay on the special treatment." Chloe said, a false smile spreading across her face. Kuznetsov smiled as he took a gulp of his coffee. You are a dead man walking thought Chloe, as she saw the Russian drink deeper of his warm deadly beverage. " Again thank you very much for the thought, officer." Chloe nodded. " Good luck, Mr Kuznetsov. Enjoy your coffee." She said as she exited the interview room. " And the rest of your short miserable life." Chloe exited the viewing room and made her way back to the front entrance of the station.
As Chloe got into her stolen police cruiser, she saw an ambulance pull up. Two paramedics ran into the station and emerged with the dead body of Sergei Kuznetsov laid out on a gurney, covered by a blue sheet. Satisfied, that her work had been done. Chloe started the cruisers engine and drove away from the station. Chloe parked up back at the stretch of lonely desert road, where she had left her car and the underwear clad corpse of Officer Fowler in the trunk. Chloe opened her trunk, dragging the underwear clad body of the dead cop back to her police cruiser dumping her inside the trunk, locking her inside. Chloe walked back to her car, stripping off her stolen uniform and redressing in her clothes. As an afterthought, she decided to keep the stolen uniform and sunglasses as souvenirs of her mission then she took out her handbag, retrieving her smart phone and dialling the number of her handler, Angela Yeardley. " Hey, Angela. Target neutralised and mission complete. One case of collateral damage. On my way back to the safehouse." She could hear the smile in Angela's voice. " Good work as always, Chloe. The clients spies at the hospital confirmed his death, and the money is being transferred into you Grand Cayman account as we speak. See you back at the safe house." She replied with a British RP accent. Chloe bade her farewell, then hung up her phone. Placing her hand bag on the passenger seat, Chloe got behind the wheel of her infinity convertible and drove away. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the warm desert air flow through her hair, driving towards the setting Mojave sun.
