A Very SI Christmas
Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2023 10:56 am
Christmas but comes around once a year, and the SI are back in action for the holidays. Here SOG 6 is split, with Mira and Lupa in New York setting up the refurbished North American Headquarters, devoted couple Miranda and Nadja are gearing up for Christmas.But little do our operatives know that they are about to be sent on the holiday mission and learn some surprising revelations including the emergence of a new enemy. I would like to wish all on the board a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year...
SI European Headquarters, London, Wednesday 15th December 2024 11:00am
"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just thing I need.." Vesper and Miranda sang along to All I Want for for Christmas, as they decorated their Christmas Tree in their shared quarters as Mariah Carey's voice resounded around them "Ohh, all I want for Christmas is you, Ohh baby!" The couple laughed as Miranda draped tinsel around Nadja's shoulder kissing her on the lips. " This would be our second Christmas, love. I'am sorry if I make you uncomfortable with my Christmas cheer, I know you don't mark it." Nadja laughed as she ran her fingers through her wife's auburn hair. "That doesn't mean I can't celebrate it with you, my heart. It always brings my heart joy to see you so happy." Miranda laughed as she held Nadja close around the waste. "You know three things make me happy, stripping girls and stealing clothes, Christmas and being with my beautiful gorgeous Israeli wife." Both women giggled as they held each other close. Miranda kissed Nadja on the cheek as she turned to place another bauble on the mid branches. "You know it was the happiest part of growing up for Steph and I. Our foster parents loved Christmas, Richard Croft our foster father used to dress up at Christmas as Santa and give us our presents on Christmas Day. It was magical, Steph used to love it..." Miranda's voice trailed off as she said her sisters name. Seeing her wife's distress, Nadja snaked her arms around Miranda's waist kissing her on the cheek, before resting her head on her wife's shoulder. Miranda squeezed Nadja's left hand. "Thanks, Nads. I needed that. It's just occured to me that I won't be able visit Steph's grave this Christmas, you know we visited it last year." Nadja kissed her on the cheek. "There are still ten more days to Christmas, my heart. We will have plenty of time." Miranda smiling turned to face her. "You always know what to say to keep me level, dearest." Nadja grinned widely "It's what I'am here for, heart. That and to look pretty." Miranda chuckled as she caressed her wife's forearm, through the sleeve of her black turtleneck jumper. "You remember the holiday mission last year? The Darkwatch Christmas party?" She said mischievously. Recognition passed through Nadja's eyes. "That's right Paris, 3 nights before Christmas. We ambushed a minibus of Santa Girl strippers, with Morpheus Gas it was as pretty an ambush as we have ever done. Except the Russian President, that was a classic." Miranda giggled. "Mmhmm. And Zhang said as we were stripping the girls that she can't believe terrorists even celebrate Christmas." They both laughed as they recalled the memory. " Yep, my heart. And when we started to strip for those Darkwatch girls, we crashed their party with boomballs and shock pistols. They never saw us coming. Glorious!' Miranda laughed. "Then we all made out under the misteltoe, until Squad 1 arrived." The couple rested their foreheads together. " You know Nadja, we still have those stripper outfits. What's say we slip into something more sexy tonight, and we give each other early Christmas presents?" Nadja grinned as her eyes moved up to the ceiling. "That sounds like a mighty fine, idea my heart. But how about a nice Christmas kiss?" Miranda followed her wife's eyes up, spotting the sprig of misteltoe they had tied to the ceiling lamp. She giggled coyly as they both started to pull together, their lips brushing together "Merry Christmas, Ladies! You have a holiday mission." Came the voice of Carrie Reynolds from the door behind them, their ash blonde LSO. They both groaned in annoyance. "For goodness sakes Carrie, how many times have we told you t-what the bloody hell are you wearing?!" Miranda balked at her as Nadja laughed. Carrie was dressed in a particularly ugly looking black Christmas jumper, with what looked like a dancing Santa on her chest, juggling boxes. "What don't you like it? Poppy knitted it especially for me, I think it's cute." Miranda and Nadja swapped amused glances, then couldn't stop laughing. Carrie rolled her eyes in frustration. "Ugh! Come on, not you guys as well? I had enough snide remarks from the other LSO's during the morning briefing." The couple managed to calm themselves down. "Honestly, it looks like Santa is having a heart attack while carrying presents." Miranda said as her wife concurred. " Poppy is a lovely woman, but she should stick with nursing. No offence." Carrie shook her head, visibly downhearted. "Alright, alright. Stop mocking my girlfriend's crochet. Briefing in Descartes office, 5 minutes and this one's big." Carrie's head disappeared as Miranda turned to Nadja. " I wouldn't be seen dead in that thing." Nadja kissed her on her lips. "I wouldn't steal it off your body." They both burst out laughing as they followed Carrie.
As the couple entered Descartes office, Carrie crossed her arms shooting them a stern look, they found the CEO of the London office in a tele-conference with an elderly but youthful looking woman sat at a table, with sculptured features and piercing blue eyes with a glint of mischief to them. Her jet black shoulder length hair, with streaks of grey running through it. She was dressed in a smart black suit and a white blouse, the SI logo pinned to her left collar. "It seems you have company, Emmaneulle." Said the woman, with a British accent that had a strange German lilt to it. Descartes turned around to face them. "Ah, Miranda, Nadja good to see you both. A very Merry Christmas to you." The couple saluted her as they took seats opposite her. Descartes turned to the woman on the screen. "Might I introduce Director General Caroline Vollner-Shaw, one of the five founders." The three operatives opened their mouths in shock. The five founders, the creators of the SI were legends. 5 women who had formed the SI during the Cold War, their missions had become legendary, featuring as case studies in the SI Operatives Handbook. But no operative above senior rank have ever met them. " Ma'am, i-its an honour." Nadja stuttered as she, Miranda and Carrie flashed salutes. The Director General held up her hands. " At ease, ladies. Please I despise formalities, makes us more like the CIA or MI6. Call me, Caroline, we are all operatives here." Miranda and Nadja flashed each other nervous glances but felt at ease by Caroline's lack of formality. "Carrie mentioned that this is an important operation, how many we assist ma-Caroline?" Miranda asked nervously. Caroline folded her hands across her table. "I have heard so much about SOG 6, your exploits in taking down the Syndicate, Darkwatch and your service in ending the Russo-Ukrainian war have made you legends in your own right. And made for interesting reading amongst us old spies on the Council."
Miranda couldn't help but swap grins with Nadja, as Caroline observed them. "We are both proud to be a part of the SI, ma'am." She replied as Caroline smiled nodding. " I know. I have heard a lot about you Miranda, I wouldn't expect anything less from a fellow squaddie and former MI6 agent. And the daughter of the Cross' " Miranda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as Caroline turned her attention to Nadja. " Nadja, I know you came to us under difficult circumstances but none of that matters. Your actions and dedication speak for themselves, the love you two share for each other and our organisation speaks volumes. It is why I come to you, with this delicate assignment." Miranda and Nadja nodded allowing Caroline to continue. As she pressed a button on her desk, a picture of a young dark haired man flashed to her right. "This is Xander Cash, he was once one of ours an analyst. But he was found to be a traitor, after he passed classified information to Darkwatch. We cut him loose and assigned an Intelligence team to surveil him, just in case he got any ideas to take up his former hobby. Which unfortunately for us he did." Miranda lent forward, clasping her hands together. "So why didn't you bring him back in and lock him up, if he's such a danger?" To her surprise it was Descartes that spoke. "The contract with the Ukrainians. We pulled all our Intelligence teams, for surveillance duties to information gathering against the Russians. He slipped the net, which allowed him a back door into our servers. He downloaded a lot of sensitive information, including SI agent NOC lists." Nadja let out an amused grunt. "So we screwed up for once, that's a surprise." Caroline shot a mischievous grin. "Believe me, Nadja it's a mistake we won't repeat again. Anyway, this brings us to the heart of the matter." Pressing another button, an image of a ski lodge in the Swiss Alps flashed on the screen. "Cash as set himself up as an eccentric playboy millionaire and philanthropist, he is hosting a charity auction tomorrow evening at his ski lodge in the Swiss Alps. But this is a front for an illegal information auction where he will be selling that sensitive information to terrorist agencies and our competitors. Not just our secrets but the CIA and MI6 as well. But there is one other matter, that makes very critical to the SI. Tell me what you know about Director General Harper Rasinski?" The three operatives looked at each other, they had each heard the name from the Operatives Handbook, but it was Miranda who spoke up. "I know that like you Caroline, she is a legend just like Anastasia Tereshkova, you were responsible for building the SI from the ground up 30 years ago." Vesper nodded. "It says she's "retired" from the Council. But I know when something's not right." Caroline gave them a slight smile, as she subconsciously rubbed a ring on her right index finger." Very perceptive on you, Nadja. I will spare you the details of Council politics, but suffice it to say Harper is very dear to me and it was a blow to the SI, to me that she left the council around the time you joined us, Miranda. Her current location, is one of our closely guarded secrets but for some reason Cash as it and is going to sell to the highest bidder. Emanuelle.." Caroline deferred to the CEO, who retrieved a USB dongle from her desk. "Your mission, ladies. Is to infiltrate the auction. Swap out the real data packets and supplant them with these forgeries." Descartes handed Miranda the dongle. "That as a Trojan Horse built in. It will track the buyers to their points of origin, allowing MI6 and the CIA to apprehend them, while decreasing Cash's reputation amongst his clients. Then the intelligence agencies can fight over extradition, if he doesn't come crawling back to us for safety." Carrie said behind them from the corner, she had been quiet for the last few minutes. Miranda nodded in understanding. "You got it, boss. There is just one other thing. Zhang is with Tanya in New York, so we are down a hacker. Do you have someone in mind?" The sound of Carrie's throat from behind, caused the couple to jump. "As a matter of fact, they do. I volunteered for the mission, next to Lupa I have the most experience with computers." Miranda and Nadja looked at each other, eyes wide. This wasn't the Christmas surprise they were expecting. " I know this is most unusual, for a SLO to accompany her team but there is no one else we can spare." Descartes smiled at the three of them, as she turned back to Caroline. "Then all that is left is to wish you three, the best of luck. I look forward to hearing of your success." With that the screen went black, a silver SI logo spinning in the centre.
" Are you ready for this, Carrie? Your not exactly field trained." Miranda said as they gathered in Carrie's office. Their friend flashed them a smile as she sat perched on her desk. " Look guys, you don't need to worry about me I can take care of myself. You remember that I was US Army and SEB before SI, right?" Nadja looked at her, a strange haunted look in her eye. "Yeah, but the last you were in the field I...snapped your neck." Carrie patted her shoulder. "But we are on the same side now, and that's all in the past." That seemed to reassure Nadja, as Miranda nodded at Carrie's jumper. "So does Poppy know about your little, Christmas trip?" She asked. Carrie shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed red. "Well, she wasn't too thrilled at the idea at me stripping other women and seeing them naked." Miranda felt her wife's hand caress her ass through her jeans, she turned to face her. "Doesn't bother us much does it my, love?" Miranda asked her, before they passionately kissed in front of Carrie. "Not at all, my heart." Nadja replied as they pulled out. Carrie blushed a darker shade of red. " Yes, well. Put it this way, she's taking me to visit her parents for Christmas and it's not something I want blurt out over Christmas Dinner." The couple laughed at Carrie's embarrassment. "So do you have any more Christmas surprises for us, Carrie?" Miranda asked as she regarded the silver boxes, next to her. "Well let Santa Carrie reach into her sack." She reached over to the cases, handed the first to Miranda. "The first, is a little gift from Tanya. The new MK2 shock gloves, now with longer lasting stunning charge. Keeps a girl down for longer, say 12 hours and now comes in..." The couple's eyes widened when they opened the box. "Pairs!" They said in unison. "We could kiss Tanya right now, look Nads. Double the fun." Miranda said with the excitement of a kid on Christmas day, as her wife laughed. "Well if you think that's good, wait to you see this." Carrie handed the other box to Nadja. "Feast your eyes on the Mimic Formula, MK2. It now comes in a more portable needle, and the effect lasts longer for up to eight hours." Nadja took out the small needle, feeling the weight of it in her hands. " That's the thing I hated about the gun, it wasn't exactly concealable." Putting the new gadgets back in their boxes, the couple beamed at Carrie. "Thanks, Carrie. So what have you heard about Cash? Any infiltration vectors we could pursue.?" Carrie smiled leaning back onto her desk. "Well he as a fondness for Santa Girls. He dresses up his servers, who are all female, in revealing outfits." Miranda and Nadja looked at each other giggling. " Can't say he doesn't have style, anything else?" Nadja said as Carrie nodded. "We have their route from the airport to the lodge. We just need a means, to ambush them put to sleep and take their outfits." Miranda grinned widely. "I have a brilliant idea, and I think you girls are going to like it."
15km from Cash's Lodge, the Swiss Alps the next day. 17:00pm
"So do you do this sort of thing often? Ambush cops and steal their uniforms?" Carrie said as she blew warm air into her hands, rubbing them together. Miranda kissed Nadja on the cheek, as walked over with the Milcor MGL loaded with Morpheus Gas grenades. "It's been known to happen. I mean we have done French cops, French medics and London Firefighters. No one's off limits really, if they have uniforms and some snazzy underwear then we take it. If the mission demands it of course." She added with a mischievous look at Nadja who chuckled. "What my beautiful wife is trying to say is that we would never, misuse SI equipment for personal gain." She they shared another kiss, as they staged their ambush. The three of them were dressed in winter civilian clothes, over looking a small mountain pass snow gently falling around them. "Alright Carrie. my darling Nadja. Get into position and look like your have just had a car wreck." The two women clambered down into the pass, Nadja getting into the car they had stolen for the ambush while Carrie laid in the snow, looking like she had been shot out the windscreen. "You know what's going to be a wreck after this? My hair in this snowdrift.." Carrie said over the comm, which caused Miranda and Nadja to burst out laughing. "Alright, I think we can all relate to that Carrie. Okay, 6's game faces on. Let's see their response time." Miranda took out her smartphone and dialled the police. "Hello? Police please. There is has been an accident, at these three words. Lobster, Indigo, Charlie. Please come quick." She said in her best German, using the three words app on her phone. "Alright, Fraulein. Just hold on the police are on their way." Miranda hung up the phone, smiling the trap was set.
Basel Police Officer Sergeant Laetitia Stein, drove towards the site of the car accident that had just been called in. She like her fellow officers were dressed in the standard winter uniform of Swiss police, which consisted of grey and blue puffer jackets, with their names on their left breasts with "Polizei" stenciled on their backs with black beanie hats and the Swiss flag on their epaulettes. Black trousers held up with their gunbelts, armed with Glock 17 handguns, and laced black winter boots. Under their jackets, they wore light blue long sleeve shirt with a black tie pinned on the colour. At 25, Gertrude had been on the force for 5 years and enjoyed every minute of it she had even met her boyfriend, who was also a cop and her regular partner. But now she was mentoring these new greenhorns, Agatha Weissman and Celia Mueller, as they drove blue lights flashing towards an accident in their climate controlled BMW Sprinter Police Van. Laetitia was a looker with high cheekbones, angular features and big blue eyes, her short honey blonde hair hidden by her beanie hat. "How long will it take us to get there Sarge?" Asked Agatha sat in the passenger seat, a young rookie of 21 with gentle rounded features, shallow cheekbones with almond shaped hazel eyes. Her medium length light brown hair, tied into a ponytail that was hidden by her hat. "I would say in the next five minutes, rookie. It's not exactly a whiteout but we will make it." A soft humming from the back came from an edited Celia Mueller a girl of 20, with diamond shaped features classical cheekbones and bright green eyes. Her jet black hair hidden by her beanie. "My first traffic accident! I'am so excited. I wonder what it's going to be like?" Laetitia rolled her eyes. "Believe me, it's going to be awful. Especially at Christmas time, when the drinks have been flowing. Look here we are, let's call it in." She said as she took her radio. "Yay! Let's do this!" Celia cried as she opened the side door, only to see a grenade soar past her head and into the van. As the gas emitted white smoke, the three police officers cough and spluttered as they were quickly overcame by the Morpheus. Celia fell face first into the snow unconscious, as the other two officers slumped unconscious in their seats.
"I will say it before and I will say it again, Nadja. Your gas is the tits!" Miranda laughed as she hugged and kissed her wife, the two women sharing a passionate embrace, as Carrie walked up to them. "Are people just voluntary stupid or what? I mean that cop, practically made herself a target." Nadja shrugged as the couple pulled out. "Well stupid is is as stupid does. Certainly makes our job simpler." Miranda clapped both on the shoulder. "Come on, ladies. Let's go unwrap our presents. I'am dying to see what these cops have under their uniforms." She said with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning. The three laughed as they walked to the van. Opening the driver side door, Miranda eyed up the sergeant. "Hmm? Stein here is a blonde, I haven't been blonde in a while." She said as she took the woman's beanie off. "Well, I have a weakness for blondes. Cute Israeli blondes, that is." Nadja blew her a kiss, as Miranda pulled the blonde officer from her seat. "Looks like I'am going back to my natural colour, more or less. Come on officer Weissman, let's get you naked." Nadja unbuckled the officer's seatbeat dragging her out. "Looks like I get this idiot...Mueller." Carrie said reading the officers name tags, before dragging her body into the van, closing the door behind her once the officers were secure in the back. "Let's get these girls naked, we are on a tight schedule." Miranda said as they stripped completely naked. "It's a good thing this vans climate controlled, or we will be freezing out tits off right about now." Carrie remarked as she removed Mueller's jacket.
The three SI agents removed the unconscious officers jackets, hats, gloves, gunbelts and unlaced their boots pulling off their white socks. "So what's it like then? The mimic formula? I have heard the rumours but I never thought to ask. Will it hurt?" Carrie asked as she unpinned Mueller's tie, before unbuttoning her shirt." Nadja removed Weizmann's tie, unbuttoning both her shirt and trousers. "Well, when I first tried it was a pain like you wouldn't believe. It's quite something to feel your whole body change. But my sweet Miranda, she actually gets her all wet." Miranda, who was in the process of pulling off Steins trousers let out a scandalous noise. "I do not!" But then went bright right. "Alright, I suppose I do. Doc Hartford says I'am the only one in the SI, who finds it arousing. Wow! A white lace G-string? A little racy for a cop. A special someone back home maybe? Well it doesn't matter, it's mine now. Now lets she if you have matching..." Miranda unbuttoned the sergeants shirt. " Yes! Matching white plunging lace bra! What about you babe?" Nadja pulled off Weismann's trousers. "Well so far so good. Solid black thong, let's just hope she doesn't have a sports bra..." Nadja finished unbuttoning the officers shirt, letting out a disgusted noise. "Ugh! And..she as a sports bra, terrific." She said pulling off the shirt, rolling the body over to unfasten the bra. "What's wrong with sports bra's? I wear sports bras, Poppy says they bring out my boobs." Carrie said as she unfastened Mueller's trousers, preparing to pull them down. "Well, Nadja doesn't like them. She finds too boring, too generic." Miranda replied as she slipped off Steins bra, revealing her well formed C-cups with rose petal light pink areolas. Carrie then pulled down the unconscious Mueller's trousers. "Ugh! Seriously? Bikini cut shorts with Santa on them, who wears that?" The two operatives turned and burst out laughing as they saw the Santa knickers. "Well it matches your jumper. Maybe Poppy will like them too." Teased Miranda as she whipped off Steins thong, exposing her clean shaven pink clit. Nadja, who had already dressed in Weismann's underwear kneeling over her toned athletic naked body, lush B-cup breasts with pink puffy areolas and full clit crowned with a thin strip of light brown pubic hair, looked up. "Looks like the rookie drew the short straw. Well at least you won't have to wear them for long." She laughed as she got dressed in the officers uniform. "Alright knock it off, guys. Very funny." Carrie blushed as she removed Mueller's shirt and crop lace frilled camisole, exposing her firm B-cups with dark pink circular areolas, then pulled off the santa panties grimacing as she did so ignoring Mueller's small vulva, a fan of dark brown hair topping it.
The three quickly got dressed in their stolen uniforms, with Miranda and Nadja assuming the forms of the two cops. Miranda handed the mimic needle to Carrie. "You ready, Sparks? You don't have to do this." Carrie smiled as she shook her head. "Thanks guys, but this what I want. I volunteered after all." She knelt by the unconscious naked Mueller, jabbing her carotid drawing some of her blood. Standing up, Carrie held up the needle to her throat taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothing..." She pressed the button on the top. Carrie screamed in pain as she felt the changes within her body, her face, hair and body shape changed to that of Officer Mueller. The couple rushed forward to help her, but Carrie held her hand up gently. "No it's fine, I feel great. Damn what a rush!" Carrie cried as she raised her head, a copy of Mueller. "Wow! Even my voice is different, trippy." She said in Swiss accented English. Miranda and Nadja clapped their hands on her shoulder. "Well I think Sparks here likes it. Believe me, Carrie. It gets easier to more you do it." Nadja said as she glanced to her wife. "Congratulations Sparks. You were already one of us, this just makes it official." Miranda then turned, clambering into the driver's seat. "Come on, ladies. We have ourselves a traffic stop to make."
5km from Cash's Ski Lodge
Bobbi Kellerman sat in the driver's seat of their minivan, as they made their way to the ski lodge of Xander Cash for a lucrative job. At 21 Bobbi and her friends Nancy Goodman, 20 and Carmelita Sanchez, 19 , were studying at Yale when they saw an advertisement on their whatsapp group, calling for servers at a charity auction in Switzerland. All expenses paid, and a free uniform was provided. Jumping at the chance for a free White Christmas holiday, they applied. Their uniforms, which were sent ahead, consisted of a sexy strapless Mrs Claus red dress, with white fur lining along the bust line and hem with black lace detailing between the breasts. Matching red dress gloves pulled above the elbow, with knee high white socks and red high heels. They were also supplied with red lace thongs, that were part of the uniform and Santa hats. Bobbi was an attractive woman with long curly brown hair, that framed a slightly squared face, shallow cheekbones and big brown eyes. "Are you we are not lost, Bobbi? It's like a blizzard out there." Said her girlfriend, Carmelita a sultry latin beauty, with supple tanned skin, rounded features and high cheekbones her sable coloured hair cut into a pixie cut. "I don't know, the satnav as us on the right course." Suddenly, the sound of a siren from behind them interrupted Bobbi's thoughts. She glanced in her wing mirror, to see a police van. From the back seat, Nancy squinted. "Cops? Oh no, it's that broken tail light. I told you we should have got fixed before we left the airport!" The beautiful ash blonde with pale green eyes cried, her long hair tied into a ponytail, her heart shaped features panicked. "It's okay girls, I'am sure we won't be too late." Bobbi said as she pulled over to the side of the road. The three female Swiss police officers got out of their van.
The first a Sergeant knocked on the window, as her partner an officer with light brown hair under her beanie approached the passenger side. Bobbi pressed the window down. "Hi, officer. Is there a problem?" She asked the sergeant, innocently. The sergeant, a blonde whose name was "Stein" smiled. "Good evening. Do you know you have a broken tail light on your passenger side?" Bobbi feigned ignorance. "Why no officer. You see this is a rental, we got it from the airport." The woman didn't buy it. "Please step out of the vehicle, all of you." She said beckoning with her finger, as her partner repeated the command. "What?! You have to be kidding me?! It's cold outside." Bobbi protested, as the sergeant shook her head. "Not my problem, you broke the law. Get out of the vehicle." Bobbi sighed as the three girls got of the minibus, the cold hitting their bared shoulders as they started to shiver. "Follow me please." The sergeant said leading them around the back of the bus, their feet crunching off the snow, as they passed another officer a dark haired girl named "Mueller". As they got to the back, the sergeant got between her and Carmelita as her partner got behind Nancy. "Look there, you know how many girls like you die in traffic accidents due to broken lights. I'am going to have to write you up." Bobbi roared in frustration. "That's not f-argh!" Bobbi and Carmelita let out dual cries of arousal as their vagus nerves were pinched, electric shocks coursing through their bodies. They fell unconscious into the snow. "Merry Christmas, loves." Miranda quipped. At the same time, Nancy was grabbed from behind by "Officer Weismann" a hand clamping over her mouth her Vagus nerve pinched. She let out a muffled cry of arousal, as electric shocks coursed through her body. She slumped unconscious into Nadja's arms. "Man, that was so fucking hot. I mean I used a shock glove before, but that was something else!" Carrie cried as she walked forward taking the unconscious Latina under her arms. "That's why I love nerve pinches." Miranda replied as she hauled Bobbi onto her shoulder. "Come on let's get these ladies stripped, we will stash them with the cops. At least they will be all warm and cosy." They laughed as they walked over to the police van, tossing the unconscious girls' inside.
After stripping out of their stolen uniforms and underwear. The trio quickly removed the unconscious servers hats, gloves, heels and socks then rolling them over unzipped the dresses from the rear peeling them from the girls unconscious lush bodies, leaving them wearing only their red lace thongs. "That was brave of them, going braless. No wonder they were shivering their tits off." Quipped Miranda as she shared a kiss a Nadja. "And even better, looks like the thongs are part of the uniform." Nadja said with relish as she whipped off the Latina's underwear, exposing her clean shaven clit. "Yes! I love it when that happens!" Miranda fistbumped her wife, as Carrie stripped the underwear from the unconscious blonde. "At least these are more my speed. What can I say, Poppy likes me in thongs." Chuckling the three got dressed in their stolen outfits, as they stood over the naked bodies of the young servers admiring the vast differences of breasts and vaginas. When they were finished, they assumed the forms of the unconscious girls' Miranda the brunette, Nadja the Latina and Carrie the blonde. "Let's go save Christmas." Miranda said as they jumped out of the police van, and walked towards the minibus.
Cash's Ski Lodge 10 minutes later
"According to intelligence, we should find Cash's computer with the data packets in his private rooms. And only on-site security, would have access." Miranda said as they approached the service entrance. "So new disguises are in order, what's staff security like?" Asked Nadja. " Looks like Cash hired Amazonas International. And it looks like we are about to get our first glimpse now, my love." To their surprise, a young woman stepping out in front of them wearing a green shirt sleeve dress, belted with a thick leather belt, with red hem trim, collar with false candy striped buttons that matched her tights, with fur lined heeled booties. A matching red and green pointy hat completed the look. The woman was armed with a G-36c Assault Rifle and a Walther P99 holstered on her belt, along with a key card and looked none too happy. "Show me your entrance passes, please." The brunette's mood sour, Miranda handed them their passes they stolen from the real services. "Right, all's in order." The guard handed them back after scanning them with her flashlight. "Park your van near the servants entrance and report to Marianne. And thank you for not mentioning the uniforms." Miranda smiled sweetly, as she put the bus into gear. "So are you like Santa's Little Helpers, then?" The guard rolled her eyes ordering them to move along, as the gate opened to admit them. "I wonder how much Cash is paying them to whore around in that outfit." Nadja smirked as Miranda parked up the minibus. "Okay, Nadja. I will take Carrie and steal some security uniforms, you play the server and watch our backs." Nadja nodded, although she looked disappointed. "Alright, my heart. But you better hang onto that sexy elf outfit, just for me." She teased as they shared a passionate kiss, with Carrie smiling shaking her head. "Don't mind the audience." She joked, as the couple pulled out. "You ready, Sparks?" Carrie nodded, her face determined. "Hell, yes. Let's do this." The three fistbumped before jumping out of the minibus.
After reporting to a particularly harried looking french server, the trio entered the main hall of the ski lodge packed with men and woman in fine dresses, there was even a Saudi Prince, as an orchestra played "Let it Snow." Miranda quickly touched her ear to activate the microphone. "Alright guys, don't be fooled by all the pomp. In here are is a veritable who's who of international terrorism and our competitors." She closed her mouth quickly as the Saudi took a glass of champagne from her platter. "I think I can see one of them now. Isn't that Vicki Armstrong, Chief of Artemis Special Operations? 3'o clock with a couple of her pretty bodyguards.?" Nadja who was hanging out near the concession stand, gestured to a middle aged woman with strawberry blonde hair wearing a tight gold sequin dress, and strappy heels. She was flanked by two female bodyguards, wearing black pantsuits with the Artemis logo in their lapels. Miranda glanced to her right, noticing the women were leaving. "Where are they going? The auction hasn't even started yet." The voice of Carrie interrupted her thoughts. " Sorry guys, but I have eyes on two elf's making for the staff only areas. Looks like they have a little too much punch. Could be our ticket in." Miranda nodded. "Good work Carrie, making my way to you. See you soon Nadja. Love you." She heard the smile in her wife's voice. "Love you too." Miranda picked her way through the crowd, using her disguise to serve drinks with a smile. By the time she reached Carrie her platter was empty. "They went through this door, and into the ladies bathroom first door on the left." Miranda tapped her on the shoulder. "Let's give them a Christmas surprise." She said as they walked through the double doors, towards the ladies bathroom.
Guard Janet Fuller's head throbbed as she sat on the toilet with her tights and cream lace G-string around her ankles. "I think we had a little too much punch, Beatrice." From the stall next to her, she could hear her friend Isabelle groan. "Did he put Vodka or antifreeze in there? It's bad enough we have to whore around in these ridiculous outfits. I mean where private contracts for fucks sake." Janet rubbed her forehead, as she pissed her last into the toilet bowl. "Well at least we get a bonus just for wearing them. She slurred as she wiped herself clean before pulling up her underwear. At 23, Janet had been with Amazonas for 3 years, after her dishonourable discharge from the Canadian Army, for drinking while on duty. She was a looker with sculptured cheekbones, diamond shaped features and big blue eyes, her ash brown hair tied into a sensible bun. While her partner, Isabelle Valois was a pretty redheaded french girl at 22, with squared features, shallow cheekbones and emerald green eyes. Her flame coloured hair braided into pigtails. As she opened the stall door, she came face to face with an attractive brunette in a sexy santa girl outfit, or was that two? And from the sounds of it, so had Isabelle. "Wow, did all my Christmas' come early?" The woman smiled innocently. "Not quite, honey. You see my friend and I really need your outfits?" Janet blinked in confusion. "Wha-ugh!" Was all she could manage as the brunette knocked her unconscious with a swift neck chop, she fell back onto the toilet bowl. Next to her, Miranda heard a whelp of pain. "You okay Carrie?" Carrie, still wearing the face of the blonde server flicked her hand. "Yes." She said meekly. "That was the first time I had hit someone since basic." Miranda smiled clapping her on the back. "Next time, just go for a neck chop. It doesn't hurt as much." Carrie nodded her head, as they entered the toilet stalls.
The two quickly stripped out of their stolen Santa Girl outfits, then began to strip the unconscious guards. Miranda removed the girls hat, belt, and shoes then unzipped the green dress from the rear. "Let's see what I have to work with here." She said peeling it off the unconscious guards slim toned body, revealing B-cup breasts covered in a cream lace camisole. "Hmm? I haven't had one of those before. I think Nads will like me in that. Sorry love spoils of war." She muttered to the unconscious guard, as she pulled the undergarment over the woman's head, revealing small but firm B-cup breasts with perky light pink areolas. "How are you doing, Sparks?" Miranda asked as she pulled the camisole over her head. "Fine, thanks Miranda. I'am really enjoying myself. This girl as blue lace underwear, I know Poppy will like that, it's her favourite." Miranda grinned, happy for her as she pulled down the guards tights and matching thong, exposing her small clit sporting a small trimmed strip of light brown pubic hair. After getting dressed in the guards outfit, Miranda assumed the appearance of the unconscious guard, whose name was Janet Fuller according to her card. She slid the needle to Carrie. Miranda emerged from the cubicle, seeing Carrie now a redhead complete with braided pigtails. "You don't think the hats a bit much do you?" She said positioning it on her head. "It clashes with your hair, I'am afraid. Come on, let's get these sleeping beauties stashed and secured." Using towels they retrieved from the attendants cupboard, the SI Operatives bound and gagged the naked athletic guards stashing them shoulder to shoulder slumped in the attendants cramped cupboard. " Alright, let's go get our data back and crash this party." Miranda said snapping off the lock before she and Carrie swept from the room. Hanging an out of order sign on the door.
Scanning the stolen access card, Miranda and Carrie entered the personal quarters of Xander Cash. Their eyes widening as they saw Cash's round water bed, decorated with tinsel and various sex toys strewn about. A camera pointing at the bed. "What the fuck!? This looks like a porn studio. Well I guess we know he got rich." Miranda said as she stepped on a red dildo suppressing a shudder. Carrie laughed shaking her head. "Brings an whole new meaning to the phrase; Santa's little helper." They both burst out laughing, as her wife's voice resonated in her ear. "I'am glad you're having fun, my love. But things are dying down here. Cash as made an appearance and the auction is in 10 minutes, we need to hustle." Miranda nodded. "You got it babe, where in his quarters. See you in five." Carrie gestured with her head, to a desk in front of a large bay window where a laptop lay open. "How long will it take you to get on his system, Sparks?" Carrie walked around to the laptop, a grin on her face lit up by the screen. "Only two minutes, the idiot as left his screen unlocked. It should be a simple matter to retrieve the files..." She popped in the dongle. "...wait. There is nothing here on Rasinski, it's gone. Damn it." Miranda walked around to the laptop. "Shit. I think we can guess, who as that information now. Finish the mission Sparks, we can at least bring Cash down." Carrie made an affirmative noise. "Well, I just retrieved the sensitive data and now I'am about to ruin Xander's Christmas." She said downloading the false data onto the computer. "Done, mission complete." Miranda clapped her in her shoulder. "Nads, mission completed but we have a situation. Will fill you in later, move to exfil. See you soon babe." Miranda lowered her hand from her ear, as she and Carrie made their way out. Seeing a fire alarm on the wall, Miranda smashed it. "So we are the crashing the party after all?" Carrie said as she scanned her card, opening the door. Miranda smiled widely. "It's not a party until something gets broken." She laughed as they exited the room.
All hell had broken loose, as guests looked around in confusion as the guards herded them towards the exits. Miranda and Carrie had linked up with Nadja in the main hall. Using their disguises playing the part of security escorting Nadja who had faked a convincing panic attack, the trio made their way through the chaos of the fake alarm to their stolen minibus. Getting into the van, Miranda got behind the wheel snatching a passionate kiss with Nadja has they drove away. "So you think Cash did a secret deal with Artemis, before the auction and Rasinski is compromised?" Miranda nodded her mood apprehensive. "It just bugs me. What does Artemis want with the information?" Carrie got between them, still buoyant. "We will have to inform Shaw. She will no what to do. As for us, we have a much more difficult assignment." The two operatives turned to face her. "The SI Christmas party of course. I have a lot to tell Poppy." The three of them laughed, as Miranda and Nadja squeezed each others hands. They sped through the snow, with "Jingle Bell Rock!" in German blaring out.
Epilogue, Artemis International Private Jet 30,000ft above Switzerland
" You were right. The SI paid Cash a little visit and crashed his party." Vicki Armstrong said as she sipped a glass of champagne, speaking to her smartphone on loudspeaker. "It doesn't matter, Armstrong. You have the data you need?" Asked the digital voice. Vicki crossed her legs. "Yes. We will prepare a strike against Rasinski in the New Year, and bring the SI to its knees." The voice laughed, a most unearthly sound. "Good, that is why I hired you. With your help, I will have my revenge against the SI and destroy all it stands for." Vicki took a measure of her bubbly before she replied. "Then Artemis will become the number one PMC in the world and put these upstarts to bed." The voice, laughed even more maniacally. "I have a feeling that this will be the start of a beautiful relationship. I will be in touch, and don't underestimate the SI." With that the phone hung up, as Vicki leaned back into her chair wondering who her mysterious client was.
SI European Headquarters, London, Wednesday 15th December 2024 11:00am
"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just thing I need.." Vesper and Miranda sang along to All I Want for for Christmas, as they decorated their Christmas Tree in their shared quarters as Mariah Carey's voice resounded around them "Ohh, all I want for Christmas is you, Ohh baby!" The couple laughed as Miranda draped tinsel around Nadja's shoulder kissing her on the lips. " This would be our second Christmas, love. I'am sorry if I make you uncomfortable with my Christmas cheer, I know you don't mark it." Nadja laughed as she ran her fingers through her wife's auburn hair. "That doesn't mean I can't celebrate it with you, my heart. It always brings my heart joy to see you so happy." Miranda laughed as she held Nadja close around the waste. "You know three things make me happy, stripping girls and stealing clothes, Christmas and being with my beautiful gorgeous Israeli wife." Both women giggled as they held each other close. Miranda kissed Nadja on the cheek as she turned to place another bauble on the mid branches. "You know it was the happiest part of growing up for Steph and I. Our foster parents loved Christmas, Richard Croft our foster father used to dress up at Christmas as Santa and give us our presents on Christmas Day. It was magical, Steph used to love it..." Miranda's voice trailed off as she said her sisters name. Seeing her wife's distress, Nadja snaked her arms around Miranda's waist kissing her on the cheek, before resting her head on her wife's shoulder. Miranda squeezed Nadja's left hand. "Thanks, Nads. I needed that. It's just occured to me that I won't be able visit Steph's grave this Christmas, you know we visited it last year." Nadja kissed her on the cheek. "There are still ten more days to Christmas, my heart. We will have plenty of time." Miranda smiling turned to face her. "You always know what to say to keep me level, dearest." Nadja grinned widely "It's what I'am here for, heart. That and to look pretty." Miranda chuckled as she caressed her wife's forearm, through the sleeve of her black turtleneck jumper. "You remember the holiday mission last year? The Darkwatch Christmas party?" She said mischievously. Recognition passed through Nadja's eyes. "That's right Paris, 3 nights before Christmas. We ambushed a minibus of Santa Girl strippers, with Morpheus Gas it was as pretty an ambush as we have ever done. Except the Russian President, that was a classic." Miranda giggled. "Mmhmm. And Zhang said as we were stripping the girls that she can't believe terrorists even celebrate Christmas." They both laughed as they recalled the memory. " Yep, my heart. And when we started to strip for those Darkwatch girls, we crashed their party with boomballs and shock pistols. They never saw us coming. Glorious!' Miranda laughed. "Then we all made out under the misteltoe, until Squad 1 arrived." The couple rested their foreheads together. " You know Nadja, we still have those stripper outfits. What's say we slip into something more sexy tonight, and we give each other early Christmas presents?" Nadja grinned as her eyes moved up to the ceiling. "That sounds like a mighty fine, idea my heart. But how about a nice Christmas kiss?" Miranda followed her wife's eyes up, spotting the sprig of misteltoe they had tied to the ceiling lamp. She giggled coyly as they both started to pull together, their lips brushing together "Merry Christmas, Ladies! You have a holiday mission." Came the voice of Carrie Reynolds from the door behind them, their ash blonde LSO. They both groaned in annoyance. "For goodness sakes Carrie, how many times have we told you t-what the bloody hell are you wearing?!" Miranda balked at her as Nadja laughed. Carrie was dressed in a particularly ugly looking black Christmas jumper, with what looked like a dancing Santa on her chest, juggling boxes. "What don't you like it? Poppy knitted it especially for me, I think it's cute." Miranda and Nadja swapped amused glances, then couldn't stop laughing. Carrie rolled her eyes in frustration. "Ugh! Come on, not you guys as well? I had enough snide remarks from the other LSO's during the morning briefing." The couple managed to calm themselves down. "Honestly, it looks like Santa is having a heart attack while carrying presents." Miranda said as her wife concurred. " Poppy is a lovely woman, but she should stick with nursing. No offence." Carrie shook her head, visibly downhearted. "Alright, alright. Stop mocking my girlfriend's crochet. Briefing in Descartes office, 5 minutes and this one's big." Carrie's head disappeared as Miranda turned to Nadja. " I wouldn't be seen dead in that thing." Nadja kissed her on her lips. "I wouldn't steal it off your body." They both burst out laughing as they followed Carrie.
As the couple entered Descartes office, Carrie crossed her arms shooting them a stern look, they found the CEO of the London office in a tele-conference with an elderly but youthful looking woman sat at a table, with sculptured features and piercing blue eyes with a glint of mischief to them. Her jet black shoulder length hair, with streaks of grey running through it. She was dressed in a smart black suit and a white blouse, the SI logo pinned to her left collar. "It seems you have company, Emmaneulle." Said the woman, with a British accent that had a strange German lilt to it. Descartes turned around to face them. "Ah, Miranda, Nadja good to see you both. A very Merry Christmas to you." The couple saluted her as they took seats opposite her. Descartes turned to the woman on the screen. "Might I introduce Director General Caroline Vollner-Shaw, one of the five founders." The three operatives opened their mouths in shock. The five founders, the creators of the SI were legends. 5 women who had formed the SI during the Cold War, their missions had become legendary, featuring as case studies in the SI Operatives Handbook. But no operative above senior rank have ever met them. " Ma'am, i-its an honour." Nadja stuttered as she, Miranda and Carrie flashed salutes. The Director General held up her hands. " At ease, ladies. Please I despise formalities, makes us more like the CIA or MI6. Call me, Caroline, we are all operatives here." Miranda and Nadja flashed each other nervous glances but felt at ease by Caroline's lack of formality. "Carrie mentioned that this is an important operation, how many we assist ma-Caroline?" Miranda asked nervously. Caroline folded her hands across her table. "I have heard so much about SOG 6, your exploits in taking down the Syndicate, Darkwatch and your service in ending the Russo-Ukrainian war have made you legends in your own right. And made for interesting reading amongst us old spies on the Council."
Miranda couldn't help but swap grins with Nadja, as Caroline observed them. "We are both proud to be a part of the SI, ma'am." She replied as Caroline smiled nodding. " I know. I have heard a lot about you Miranda, I wouldn't expect anything less from a fellow squaddie and former MI6 agent. And the daughter of the Cross' " Miranda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as Caroline turned her attention to Nadja. " Nadja, I know you came to us under difficult circumstances but none of that matters. Your actions and dedication speak for themselves, the love you two share for each other and our organisation speaks volumes. It is why I come to you, with this delicate assignment." Miranda and Nadja nodded allowing Caroline to continue. As she pressed a button on her desk, a picture of a young dark haired man flashed to her right. "This is Xander Cash, he was once one of ours an analyst. But he was found to be a traitor, after he passed classified information to Darkwatch. We cut him loose and assigned an Intelligence team to surveil him, just in case he got any ideas to take up his former hobby. Which unfortunately for us he did." Miranda lent forward, clasping her hands together. "So why didn't you bring him back in and lock him up, if he's such a danger?" To her surprise it was Descartes that spoke. "The contract with the Ukrainians. We pulled all our Intelligence teams, for surveillance duties to information gathering against the Russians. He slipped the net, which allowed him a back door into our servers. He downloaded a lot of sensitive information, including SI agent NOC lists." Nadja let out an amused grunt. "So we screwed up for once, that's a surprise." Caroline shot a mischievous grin. "Believe me, Nadja it's a mistake we won't repeat again. Anyway, this brings us to the heart of the matter." Pressing another button, an image of a ski lodge in the Swiss Alps flashed on the screen. "Cash as set himself up as an eccentric playboy millionaire and philanthropist, he is hosting a charity auction tomorrow evening at his ski lodge in the Swiss Alps. But this is a front for an illegal information auction where he will be selling that sensitive information to terrorist agencies and our competitors. Not just our secrets but the CIA and MI6 as well. But there is one other matter, that makes very critical to the SI. Tell me what you know about Director General Harper Rasinski?" The three operatives looked at each other, they had each heard the name from the Operatives Handbook, but it was Miranda who spoke up. "I know that like you Caroline, she is a legend just like Anastasia Tereshkova, you were responsible for building the SI from the ground up 30 years ago." Vesper nodded. "It says she's "retired" from the Council. But I know when something's not right." Caroline gave them a slight smile, as she subconsciously rubbed a ring on her right index finger." Very perceptive on you, Nadja. I will spare you the details of Council politics, but suffice it to say Harper is very dear to me and it was a blow to the SI, to me that she left the council around the time you joined us, Miranda. Her current location, is one of our closely guarded secrets but for some reason Cash as it and is going to sell to the highest bidder. Emanuelle.." Caroline deferred to the CEO, who retrieved a USB dongle from her desk. "Your mission, ladies. Is to infiltrate the auction. Swap out the real data packets and supplant them with these forgeries." Descartes handed Miranda the dongle. "That as a Trojan Horse built in. It will track the buyers to their points of origin, allowing MI6 and the CIA to apprehend them, while decreasing Cash's reputation amongst his clients. Then the intelligence agencies can fight over extradition, if he doesn't come crawling back to us for safety." Carrie said behind them from the corner, she had been quiet for the last few minutes. Miranda nodded in understanding. "You got it, boss. There is just one other thing. Zhang is with Tanya in New York, so we are down a hacker. Do you have someone in mind?" The sound of Carrie's throat from behind, caused the couple to jump. "As a matter of fact, they do. I volunteered for the mission, next to Lupa I have the most experience with computers." Miranda and Nadja looked at each other, eyes wide. This wasn't the Christmas surprise they were expecting. " I know this is most unusual, for a SLO to accompany her team but there is no one else we can spare." Descartes smiled at the three of them, as she turned back to Caroline. "Then all that is left is to wish you three, the best of luck. I look forward to hearing of your success." With that the screen went black, a silver SI logo spinning in the centre.
" Are you ready for this, Carrie? Your not exactly field trained." Miranda said as they gathered in Carrie's office. Their friend flashed them a smile as she sat perched on her desk. " Look guys, you don't need to worry about me I can take care of myself. You remember that I was US Army and SEB before SI, right?" Nadja looked at her, a strange haunted look in her eye. "Yeah, but the last you were in the field I...snapped your neck." Carrie patted her shoulder. "But we are on the same side now, and that's all in the past." That seemed to reassure Nadja, as Miranda nodded at Carrie's jumper. "So does Poppy know about your little, Christmas trip?" She asked. Carrie shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushed red. "Well, she wasn't too thrilled at the idea at me stripping other women and seeing them naked." Miranda felt her wife's hand caress her ass through her jeans, she turned to face her. "Doesn't bother us much does it my, love?" Miranda asked her, before they passionately kissed in front of Carrie. "Not at all, my heart." Nadja replied as they pulled out. Carrie blushed a darker shade of red. " Yes, well. Put it this way, she's taking me to visit her parents for Christmas and it's not something I want blurt out over Christmas Dinner." The couple laughed at Carrie's embarrassment. "So do you have any more Christmas surprises for us, Carrie?" Miranda asked as she regarded the silver boxes, next to her. "Well let Santa Carrie reach into her sack." She reached over to the cases, handed the first to Miranda. "The first, is a little gift from Tanya. The new MK2 shock gloves, now with longer lasting stunning charge. Keeps a girl down for longer, say 12 hours and now comes in..." The couple's eyes widened when they opened the box. "Pairs!" They said in unison. "We could kiss Tanya right now, look Nads. Double the fun." Miranda said with the excitement of a kid on Christmas day, as her wife laughed. "Well if you think that's good, wait to you see this." Carrie handed the other box to Nadja. "Feast your eyes on the Mimic Formula, MK2. It now comes in a more portable needle, and the effect lasts longer for up to eight hours." Nadja took out the small needle, feeling the weight of it in her hands. " That's the thing I hated about the gun, it wasn't exactly concealable." Putting the new gadgets back in their boxes, the couple beamed at Carrie. "Thanks, Carrie. So what have you heard about Cash? Any infiltration vectors we could pursue.?" Carrie smiled leaning back onto her desk. "Well he as a fondness for Santa Girls. He dresses up his servers, who are all female, in revealing outfits." Miranda and Nadja looked at each other giggling. " Can't say he doesn't have style, anything else?" Nadja said as Carrie nodded. "We have their route from the airport to the lodge. We just need a means, to ambush them put to sleep and take their outfits." Miranda grinned widely. "I have a brilliant idea, and I think you girls are going to like it."
15km from Cash's Lodge, the Swiss Alps the next day. 17:00pm
"So do you do this sort of thing often? Ambush cops and steal their uniforms?" Carrie said as she blew warm air into her hands, rubbing them together. Miranda kissed Nadja on the cheek, as walked over with the Milcor MGL loaded with Morpheus Gas grenades. "It's been known to happen. I mean we have done French cops, French medics and London Firefighters. No one's off limits really, if they have uniforms and some snazzy underwear then we take it. If the mission demands it of course." She added with a mischievous look at Nadja who chuckled. "What my beautiful wife is trying to say is that we would never, misuse SI equipment for personal gain." She they shared another kiss, as they staged their ambush. The three of them were dressed in winter civilian clothes, over looking a small mountain pass snow gently falling around them. "Alright Carrie. my darling Nadja. Get into position and look like your have just had a car wreck." The two women clambered down into the pass, Nadja getting into the car they had stolen for the ambush while Carrie laid in the snow, looking like she had been shot out the windscreen. "You know what's going to be a wreck after this? My hair in this snowdrift.." Carrie said over the comm, which caused Miranda and Nadja to burst out laughing. "Alright, I think we can all relate to that Carrie. Okay, 6's game faces on. Let's see their response time." Miranda took out her smartphone and dialled the police. "Hello? Police please. There is has been an accident, at these three words. Lobster, Indigo, Charlie. Please come quick." She said in her best German, using the three words app on her phone. "Alright, Fraulein. Just hold on the police are on their way." Miranda hung up the phone, smiling the trap was set.
Basel Police Officer Sergeant Laetitia Stein, drove towards the site of the car accident that had just been called in. She like her fellow officers were dressed in the standard winter uniform of Swiss police, which consisted of grey and blue puffer jackets, with their names on their left breasts with "Polizei" stenciled on their backs with black beanie hats and the Swiss flag on their epaulettes. Black trousers held up with their gunbelts, armed with Glock 17 handguns, and laced black winter boots. Under their jackets, they wore light blue long sleeve shirt with a black tie pinned on the colour. At 25, Gertrude had been on the force for 5 years and enjoyed every minute of it she had even met her boyfriend, who was also a cop and her regular partner. But now she was mentoring these new greenhorns, Agatha Weissman and Celia Mueller, as they drove blue lights flashing towards an accident in their climate controlled BMW Sprinter Police Van. Laetitia was a looker with high cheekbones, angular features and big blue eyes, her short honey blonde hair hidden by her beanie hat. "How long will it take us to get there Sarge?" Asked Agatha sat in the passenger seat, a young rookie of 21 with gentle rounded features, shallow cheekbones with almond shaped hazel eyes. Her medium length light brown hair, tied into a ponytail that was hidden by her hat. "I would say in the next five minutes, rookie. It's not exactly a whiteout but we will make it." A soft humming from the back came from an edited Celia Mueller a girl of 20, with diamond shaped features classical cheekbones and bright green eyes. Her jet black hair hidden by her beanie. "My first traffic accident! I'am so excited. I wonder what it's going to be like?" Laetitia rolled her eyes. "Believe me, it's going to be awful. Especially at Christmas time, when the drinks have been flowing. Look here we are, let's call it in." She said as she took her radio. "Yay! Let's do this!" Celia cried as she opened the side door, only to see a grenade soar past her head and into the van. As the gas emitted white smoke, the three police officers cough and spluttered as they were quickly overcame by the Morpheus. Celia fell face first into the snow unconscious, as the other two officers slumped unconscious in their seats.
"I will say it before and I will say it again, Nadja. Your gas is the tits!" Miranda laughed as she hugged and kissed her wife, the two women sharing a passionate embrace, as Carrie walked up to them. "Are people just voluntary stupid or what? I mean that cop, practically made herself a target." Nadja shrugged as the couple pulled out. "Well stupid is is as stupid does. Certainly makes our job simpler." Miranda clapped both on the shoulder. "Come on, ladies. Let's go unwrap our presents. I'am dying to see what these cops have under their uniforms." She said with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning. The three laughed as they walked to the van. Opening the driver side door, Miranda eyed up the sergeant. "Hmm? Stein here is a blonde, I haven't been blonde in a while." She said as she took the woman's beanie off. "Well, I have a weakness for blondes. Cute Israeli blondes, that is." Nadja blew her a kiss, as Miranda pulled the blonde officer from her seat. "Looks like I'am going back to my natural colour, more or less. Come on officer Weissman, let's get you naked." Nadja unbuckled the officer's seatbeat dragging her out. "Looks like I get this idiot...Mueller." Carrie said reading the officers name tags, before dragging her body into the van, closing the door behind her once the officers were secure in the back. "Let's get these girls naked, we are on a tight schedule." Miranda said as they stripped completely naked. "It's a good thing this vans climate controlled, or we will be freezing out tits off right about now." Carrie remarked as she removed Mueller's jacket.
The three SI agents removed the unconscious officers jackets, hats, gloves, gunbelts and unlaced their boots pulling off their white socks. "So what's it like then? The mimic formula? I have heard the rumours but I never thought to ask. Will it hurt?" Carrie asked as she unpinned Mueller's tie, before unbuttoning her shirt." Nadja removed Weizmann's tie, unbuttoning both her shirt and trousers. "Well, when I first tried it was a pain like you wouldn't believe. It's quite something to feel your whole body change. But my sweet Miranda, she actually gets her all wet." Miranda, who was in the process of pulling off Steins trousers let out a scandalous noise. "I do not!" But then went bright right. "Alright, I suppose I do. Doc Hartford says I'am the only one in the SI, who finds it arousing. Wow! A white lace G-string? A little racy for a cop. A special someone back home maybe? Well it doesn't matter, it's mine now. Now lets she if you have matching..." Miranda unbuttoned the sergeants shirt. " Yes! Matching white plunging lace bra! What about you babe?" Nadja pulled off Weismann's trousers. "Well so far so good. Solid black thong, let's just hope she doesn't have a sports bra..." Nadja finished unbuttoning the officers shirt, letting out a disgusted noise. "Ugh! And..she as a sports bra, terrific." She said pulling off the shirt, rolling the body over to unfasten the bra. "What's wrong with sports bra's? I wear sports bras, Poppy says they bring out my boobs." Carrie said as she unfastened Mueller's trousers, preparing to pull them down. "Well, Nadja doesn't like them. She finds too boring, too generic." Miranda replied as she slipped off Steins bra, revealing her well formed C-cups with rose petal light pink areolas. Carrie then pulled down the unconscious Mueller's trousers. "Ugh! Seriously? Bikini cut shorts with Santa on them, who wears that?" The two operatives turned and burst out laughing as they saw the Santa knickers. "Well it matches your jumper. Maybe Poppy will like them too." Teased Miranda as she whipped off Steins thong, exposing her clean shaven pink clit. Nadja, who had already dressed in Weismann's underwear kneeling over her toned athletic naked body, lush B-cup breasts with pink puffy areolas and full clit crowned with a thin strip of light brown pubic hair, looked up. "Looks like the rookie drew the short straw. Well at least you won't have to wear them for long." She laughed as she got dressed in the officers uniform. "Alright knock it off, guys. Very funny." Carrie blushed as she removed Mueller's shirt and crop lace frilled camisole, exposing her firm B-cups with dark pink circular areolas, then pulled off the santa panties grimacing as she did so ignoring Mueller's small vulva, a fan of dark brown hair topping it.
The three quickly got dressed in their stolen uniforms, with Miranda and Nadja assuming the forms of the two cops. Miranda handed the mimic needle to Carrie. "You ready, Sparks? You don't have to do this." Carrie smiled as she shook her head. "Thanks guys, but this what I want. I volunteered after all." She knelt by the unconscious naked Mueller, jabbing her carotid drawing some of her blood. Standing up, Carrie held up the needle to her throat taking a deep breath. "Here goes nothing..." She pressed the button on the top. Carrie screamed in pain as she felt the changes within her body, her face, hair and body shape changed to that of Officer Mueller. The couple rushed forward to help her, but Carrie held her hand up gently. "No it's fine, I feel great. Damn what a rush!" Carrie cried as she raised her head, a copy of Mueller. "Wow! Even my voice is different, trippy." She said in Swiss accented English. Miranda and Nadja clapped their hands on her shoulder. "Well I think Sparks here likes it. Believe me, Carrie. It gets easier to more you do it." Nadja said as she glanced to her wife. "Congratulations Sparks. You were already one of us, this just makes it official." Miranda then turned, clambering into the driver's seat. "Come on, ladies. We have ourselves a traffic stop to make."
5km from Cash's Ski Lodge
Bobbi Kellerman sat in the driver's seat of their minivan, as they made their way to the ski lodge of Xander Cash for a lucrative job. At 21 Bobbi and her friends Nancy Goodman, 20 and Carmelita Sanchez, 19 , were studying at Yale when they saw an advertisement on their whatsapp group, calling for servers at a charity auction in Switzerland. All expenses paid, and a free uniform was provided. Jumping at the chance for a free White Christmas holiday, they applied. Their uniforms, which were sent ahead, consisted of a sexy strapless Mrs Claus red dress, with white fur lining along the bust line and hem with black lace detailing between the breasts. Matching red dress gloves pulled above the elbow, with knee high white socks and red high heels. They were also supplied with red lace thongs, that were part of the uniform and Santa hats. Bobbi was an attractive woman with long curly brown hair, that framed a slightly squared face, shallow cheekbones and big brown eyes. "Are you we are not lost, Bobbi? It's like a blizzard out there." Said her girlfriend, Carmelita a sultry latin beauty, with supple tanned skin, rounded features and high cheekbones her sable coloured hair cut into a pixie cut. "I don't know, the satnav as us on the right course." Suddenly, the sound of a siren from behind them interrupted Bobbi's thoughts. She glanced in her wing mirror, to see a police van. From the back seat, Nancy squinted. "Cops? Oh no, it's that broken tail light. I told you we should have got fixed before we left the airport!" The beautiful ash blonde with pale green eyes cried, her long hair tied into a ponytail, her heart shaped features panicked. "It's okay girls, I'am sure we won't be too late." Bobbi said as she pulled over to the side of the road. The three female Swiss police officers got out of their van.
The first a Sergeant knocked on the window, as her partner an officer with light brown hair under her beanie approached the passenger side. Bobbi pressed the window down. "Hi, officer. Is there a problem?" She asked the sergeant, innocently. The sergeant, a blonde whose name was "Stein" smiled. "Good evening. Do you know you have a broken tail light on your passenger side?" Bobbi feigned ignorance. "Why no officer. You see this is a rental, we got it from the airport." The woman didn't buy it. "Please step out of the vehicle, all of you." She said beckoning with her finger, as her partner repeated the command. "What?! You have to be kidding me?! It's cold outside." Bobbi protested, as the sergeant shook her head. "Not my problem, you broke the law. Get out of the vehicle." Bobbi sighed as the three girls got of the minibus, the cold hitting their bared shoulders as they started to shiver. "Follow me please." The sergeant said leading them around the back of the bus, their feet crunching off the snow, as they passed another officer a dark haired girl named "Mueller". As they got to the back, the sergeant got between her and Carmelita as her partner got behind Nancy. "Look there, you know how many girls like you die in traffic accidents due to broken lights. I'am going to have to write you up." Bobbi roared in frustration. "That's not f-argh!" Bobbi and Carmelita let out dual cries of arousal as their vagus nerves were pinched, electric shocks coursing through their bodies. They fell unconscious into the snow. "Merry Christmas, loves." Miranda quipped. At the same time, Nancy was grabbed from behind by "Officer Weismann" a hand clamping over her mouth her Vagus nerve pinched. She let out a muffled cry of arousal, as electric shocks coursed through her body. She slumped unconscious into Nadja's arms. "Man, that was so fucking hot. I mean I used a shock glove before, but that was something else!" Carrie cried as she walked forward taking the unconscious Latina under her arms. "That's why I love nerve pinches." Miranda replied as she hauled Bobbi onto her shoulder. "Come on let's get these ladies stripped, we will stash them with the cops. At least they will be all warm and cosy." They laughed as they walked over to the police van, tossing the unconscious girls' inside.
After stripping out of their stolen uniforms and underwear. The trio quickly removed the unconscious servers hats, gloves, heels and socks then rolling them over unzipped the dresses from the rear peeling them from the girls unconscious lush bodies, leaving them wearing only their red lace thongs. "That was brave of them, going braless. No wonder they were shivering their tits off." Quipped Miranda as she shared a kiss a Nadja. "And even better, looks like the thongs are part of the uniform." Nadja said with relish as she whipped off the Latina's underwear, exposing her clean shaven clit. "Yes! I love it when that happens!" Miranda fistbumped her wife, as Carrie stripped the underwear from the unconscious blonde. "At least these are more my speed. What can I say, Poppy likes me in thongs." Chuckling the three got dressed in their stolen outfits, as they stood over the naked bodies of the young servers admiring the vast differences of breasts and vaginas. When they were finished, they assumed the forms of the unconscious girls' Miranda the brunette, Nadja the Latina and Carrie the blonde. "Let's go save Christmas." Miranda said as they jumped out of the police van, and walked towards the minibus.
Cash's Ski Lodge 10 minutes later
"According to intelligence, we should find Cash's computer with the data packets in his private rooms. And only on-site security, would have access." Miranda said as they approached the service entrance. "So new disguises are in order, what's staff security like?" Asked Nadja. " Looks like Cash hired Amazonas International. And it looks like we are about to get our first glimpse now, my love." To their surprise, a young woman stepping out in front of them wearing a green shirt sleeve dress, belted with a thick leather belt, with red hem trim, collar with false candy striped buttons that matched her tights, with fur lined heeled booties. A matching red and green pointy hat completed the look. The woman was armed with a G-36c Assault Rifle and a Walther P99 holstered on her belt, along with a key card and looked none too happy. "Show me your entrance passes, please." The brunette's mood sour, Miranda handed them their passes they stolen from the real services. "Right, all's in order." The guard handed them back after scanning them with her flashlight. "Park your van near the servants entrance and report to Marianne. And thank you for not mentioning the uniforms." Miranda smiled sweetly, as she put the bus into gear. "So are you like Santa's Little Helpers, then?" The guard rolled her eyes ordering them to move along, as the gate opened to admit them. "I wonder how much Cash is paying them to whore around in that outfit." Nadja smirked as Miranda parked up the minibus. "Okay, Nadja. I will take Carrie and steal some security uniforms, you play the server and watch our backs." Nadja nodded, although she looked disappointed. "Alright, my heart. But you better hang onto that sexy elf outfit, just for me." She teased as they shared a passionate kiss, with Carrie smiling shaking her head. "Don't mind the audience." She joked, as the couple pulled out. "You ready, Sparks?" Carrie nodded, her face determined. "Hell, yes. Let's do this." The three fistbumped before jumping out of the minibus.
After reporting to a particularly harried looking french server, the trio entered the main hall of the ski lodge packed with men and woman in fine dresses, there was even a Saudi Prince, as an orchestra played "Let it Snow." Miranda quickly touched her ear to activate the microphone. "Alright guys, don't be fooled by all the pomp. In here are is a veritable who's who of international terrorism and our competitors." She closed her mouth quickly as the Saudi took a glass of champagne from her platter. "I think I can see one of them now. Isn't that Vicki Armstrong, Chief of Artemis Special Operations? 3'o clock with a couple of her pretty bodyguards.?" Nadja who was hanging out near the concession stand, gestured to a middle aged woman with strawberry blonde hair wearing a tight gold sequin dress, and strappy heels. She was flanked by two female bodyguards, wearing black pantsuits with the Artemis logo in their lapels. Miranda glanced to her right, noticing the women were leaving. "Where are they going? The auction hasn't even started yet." The voice of Carrie interrupted her thoughts. " Sorry guys, but I have eyes on two elf's making for the staff only areas. Looks like they have a little too much punch. Could be our ticket in." Miranda nodded. "Good work Carrie, making my way to you. See you soon Nadja. Love you." She heard the smile in her wife's voice. "Love you too." Miranda picked her way through the crowd, using her disguise to serve drinks with a smile. By the time she reached Carrie her platter was empty. "They went through this door, and into the ladies bathroom first door on the left." Miranda tapped her on the shoulder. "Let's give them a Christmas surprise." She said as they walked through the double doors, towards the ladies bathroom.
Guard Janet Fuller's head throbbed as she sat on the toilet with her tights and cream lace G-string around her ankles. "I think we had a little too much punch, Beatrice." From the stall next to her, she could hear her friend Isabelle groan. "Did he put Vodka or antifreeze in there? It's bad enough we have to whore around in these ridiculous outfits. I mean where private contracts for fucks sake." Janet rubbed her forehead, as she pissed her last into the toilet bowl. "Well at least we get a bonus just for wearing them. She slurred as she wiped herself clean before pulling up her underwear. At 23, Janet had been with Amazonas for 3 years, after her dishonourable discharge from the Canadian Army, for drinking while on duty. She was a looker with sculptured cheekbones, diamond shaped features and big blue eyes, her ash brown hair tied into a sensible bun. While her partner, Isabelle Valois was a pretty redheaded french girl at 22, with squared features, shallow cheekbones and emerald green eyes. Her flame coloured hair braided into pigtails. As she opened the stall door, she came face to face with an attractive brunette in a sexy santa girl outfit, or was that two? And from the sounds of it, so had Isabelle. "Wow, did all my Christmas' come early?" The woman smiled innocently. "Not quite, honey. You see my friend and I really need your outfits?" Janet blinked in confusion. "Wha-ugh!" Was all she could manage as the brunette knocked her unconscious with a swift neck chop, she fell back onto the toilet bowl. Next to her, Miranda heard a whelp of pain. "You okay Carrie?" Carrie, still wearing the face of the blonde server flicked her hand. "Yes." She said meekly. "That was the first time I had hit someone since basic." Miranda smiled clapping her on the back. "Next time, just go for a neck chop. It doesn't hurt as much." Carrie nodded her head, as they entered the toilet stalls.
The two quickly stripped out of their stolen Santa Girl outfits, then began to strip the unconscious guards. Miranda removed the girls hat, belt, and shoes then unzipped the green dress from the rear. "Let's see what I have to work with here." She said peeling it off the unconscious guards slim toned body, revealing B-cup breasts covered in a cream lace camisole. "Hmm? I haven't had one of those before. I think Nads will like me in that. Sorry love spoils of war." She muttered to the unconscious guard, as she pulled the undergarment over the woman's head, revealing small but firm B-cup breasts with perky light pink areolas. "How are you doing, Sparks?" Miranda asked as she pulled the camisole over her head. "Fine, thanks Miranda. I'am really enjoying myself. This girl as blue lace underwear, I know Poppy will like that, it's her favourite." Miranda grinned, happy for her as she pulled down the guards tights and matching thong, exposing her small clit sporting a small trimmed strip of light brown pubic hair. After getting dressed in the guards outfit, Miranda assumed the appearance of the unconscious guard, whose name was Janet Fuller according to her card. She slid the needle to Carrie. Miranda emerged from the cubicle, seeing Carrie now a redhead complete with braided pigtails. "You don't think the hats a bit much do you?" She said positioning it on her head. "It clashes with your hair, I'am afraid. Come on, let's get these sleeping beauties stashed and secured." Using towels they retrieved from the attendants cupboard, the SI Operatives bound and gagged the naked athletic guards stashing them shoulder to shoulder slumped in the attendants cramped cupboard. " Alright, let's go get our data back and crash this party." Miranda said snapping off the lock before she and Carrie swept from the room. Hanging an out of order sign on the door.
Scanning the stolen access card, Miranda and Carrie entered the personal quarters of Xander Cash. Their eyes widening as they saw Cash's round water bed, decorated with tinsel and various sex toys strewn about. A camera pointing at the bed. "What the fuck!? This looks like a porn studio. Well I guess we know he got rich." Miranda said as she stepped on a red dildo suppressing a shudder. Carrie laughed shaking her head. "Brings an whole new meaning to the phrase; Santa's little helper." They both burst out laughing, as her wife's voice resonated in her ear. "I'am glad you're having fun, my love. But things are dying down here. Cash as made an appearance and the auction is in 10 minutes, we need to hustle." Miranda nodded. "You got it babe, where in his quarters. See you in five." Carrie gestured with her head, to a desk in front of a large bay window where a laptop lay open. "How long will it take you to get on his system, Sparks?" Carrie walked around to the laptop, a grin on her face lit up by the screen. "Only two minutes, the idiot as left his screen unlocked. It should be a simple matter to retrieve the files..." She popped in the dongle. "...wait. There is nothing here on Rasinski, it's gone. Damn it." Miranda walked around to the laptop. "Shit. I think we can guess, who as that information now. Finish the mission Sparks, we can at least bring Cash down." Carrie made an affirmative noise. "Well, I just retrieved the sensitive data and now I'am about to ruin Xander's Christmas." She said downloading the false data onto the computer. "Done, mission complete." Miranda clapped her in her shoulder. "Nads, mission completed but we have a situation. Will fill you in later, move to exfil. See you soon babe." Miranda lowered her hand from her ear, as she and Carrie made their way out. Seeing a fire alarm on the wall, Miranda smashed it. "So we are the crashing the party after all?" Carrie said as she scanned her card, opening the door. Miranda smiled widely. "It's not a party until something gets broken." She laughed as they exited the room.
All hell had broken loose, as guests looked around in confusion as the guards herded them towards the exits. Miranda and Carrie had linked up with Nadja in the main hall. Using their disguises playing the part of security escorting Nadja who had faked a convincing panic attack, the trio made their way through the chaos of the fake alarm to their stolen minibus. Getting into the van, Miranda got behind the wheel snatching a passionate kiss with Nadja has they drove away. "So you think Cash did a secret deal with Artemis, before the auction and Rasinski is compromised?" Miranda nodded her mood apprehensive. "It just bugs me. What does Artemis want with the information?" Carrie got between them, still buoyant. "We will have to inform Shaw. She will no what to do. As for us, we have a much more difficult assignment." The two operatives turned to face her. "The SI Christmas party of course. I have a lot to tell Poppy." The three of them laughed, as Miranda and Nadja squeezed each others hands. They sped through the snow, with "Jingle Bell Rock!" in German blaring out.
Epilogue, Artemis International Private Jet 30,000ft above Switzerland
" You were right. The SI paid Cash a little visit and crashed his party." Vicki Armstrong said as she sipped a glass of champagne, speaking to her smartphone on loudspeaker. "It doesn't matter, Armstrong. You have the data you need?" Asked the digital voice. Vicki crossed her legs. "Yes. We will prepare a strike against Rasinski in the New Year, and bring the SI to its knees." The voice laughed, a most unearthly sound. "Good, that is why I hired you. With your help, I will have my revenge against the SI and destroy all it stands for." Vicki took a measure of her bubbly before she replied. "Then Artemis will become the number one PMC in the world and put these upstarts to bed." The voice, laughed even more maniacally. "I have a feeling that this will be the start of a beautiful relationship. I will be in touch, and don't underestimate the SI." With that the phone hung up, as Vicki leaned back into her chair wondering who her mysterious client was.
. Well at least she didn't have to wear them long.
Well at least the van's climate controlled, so they are all warm and quite snug but perhaps they might want to stay in the van until help arrives. After all it's cold outside.