Uniform Stealing Board

Our adventures infiltrating the Rizzo Villa had left our morale high, even with the surprise appearance of my old friends who had saw fit to help us. In the morning after Nikki was due to meet her "Uncle" Frank at the FBI field office in New York's Federal Plaza district to discuss the evidence we had collected from Rizzo's meeting with the 10th Street Hoods, that should have been enough to at least open an investigation into his activities. Frank had chosen the three most trusted agents amongst his department to attend his meeting with Nikki. I had promised to see this through with my dearest friend and it was a promise I intended to keep. We were well aware of Rizzo's disturbing claims of having a FBI agent in his employ but little did we know that this mole would seek to cover their tracks, leading us on a merry chase through New York. We would need to call upon the MiB once again to aid us in our hunt. After all as the humans say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. The events that would follow would test all of us and it would be the first time in my life I had felt fear. Not for myself but for the fate of someone dear to me...


Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society



Nikki's Apartment West 104th Street, Wednesday 17th September 2024, 09:00am


Nikki awoke to the sound of her bedside clock chiming, smiling as she glanced at the coin that sat on her nightstand thinking about yesterday. I had way too much fun at the Villa, especially in impersonating the waitress Kelly. Ellana was right it is fun sneaking into a restricted area, becoming a completely different person. But what matters is I have the recording and I couldn't have done it without Ellana's help. It should be enough for Frank to open an investigation into Rizzo and see justice done for Buck. Well time to get ready for my meeting with Frank at 10:00. Ellana said she would meet me at the Plaza. Getting up she stripped off her night clothes and walked into the shower, letting out sighs of pleasure as the water cascaded down her athletic toned body. When she was finished drying herself, Nikki pulled on a pair of skinny jeans, ankle boots, black tank top and her old Columbia hoodie, relieved that Alison hadn't pilfered it yet. Walking over to the nightstand, she pocketed the coin before walking out into the kitchen.


She found her roommate, Alison seated at the table eating a bowl of cereal already dressed for work. Nikki had almost did a double take half expecting her to be Ellana. "Morning Nikki, I see you slept well." She said looking up from a bowl of Cheerios, Nikki shared a strained smile who had been stealing her clothes as she reached into the cupboard pouring herself out a bowl of cereal. "You know I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt a beautiful pink woman hopped into my room and...kissed me. It was the most damnedest thing." Turning away, Nikki let out a small smile before sitting opposite her roommate. After taking a mouthful of cereal she chuckled. "Sounds like my type of dream. Is there something you want to tell me Alison?" Her roommate suddenly blushed. "I-I'am not gay, I have a boyfriend." She flustered as Nikki ate her cereal. "Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that babe. Didn't take a dream to make me realise who I wanted." Alison threw down her spoon in disgust making a disapproving grunt. "Oh and by the way, Alison. I know that you've been stealing my clothes." Alison whipped around. "H-how did you find out?" Nikki took another mouthful of cereal, crunching before swallowing. "Let's just say a friend told me. Look, you know I'am a cop right? I could write you up and book you for this." Alison shook her head. "Y-you wouldn't do that, Nikki. Let's just talk about this." Nikki finished her cereal. "After I clear out your wardrobe of my stuff, and you return from your shift at the hospital I want you to pack your bags. I can't live with someone i cannot trust, you understand?" Taking a deep breath, Alison stormed from the apartment snatching up her handbag and slamming the door behind her. Nikki sighed. I felt no pleasure doing that but it needed to be done. Getting up, she put the empty bowls into the sink before sweeping from her apartment.


Outside Nikki's Apartment 09:26am


Nikki did a surprised double take when she noticed her white Toyota Prius parked across the street. I had almost forgotten I had left her parked near the Villa. I wonder how do you get here? Opening the driver side door Nikki smiled as she noticed the keys were still in the ignition and the clothes she was wearing, including her favourite black leather jacket and bra, folded neatly on the driver's seat. "Damn, I never thought I would see that jacket again. Mind you that waitresses uniform i wore was actually quite snug. I will have to thank P when I see him." Suddenly she heard her ringtone, "A Bad Moon Rising." chime from her rear jeans pocket. Reaching around she held it up in front of her seeing 'unknown number' on the screen I hope this isn't a cold call. Putting her device to her, she connected the call. "Hello? Who is this and how did you get this number?" There was a slight pause then a pleasant chuckle that answered. "Good morning Nikki, how are you?" Nikki giggled. "Ellana, that you? Almost didn't recognise your voice, but I'll have to admit you've got a really sexy accent." She flirted biting her lip as Ellana laughed. "Why thank you, Nikki. Your accent is most pleasing as well." Blushing Nikki's brow furrowed. "Wait, Ellie. Not to sound like a complete buzzkill or anything but how did you get my number?" Ellana let out a small joking sigh. "Nikki, of all the things you could have asked me you chose that. I'am a shape-shifting alien from a distant world, with a state of the art spaceship. I have spent nearly a year on your planet and have mastered your internet, well sort of. So that's a pretty lame question. Don't you think?" Nikki laughed shaking her head. "Alright, you have me there. Hold on who's phone is this?" Ellana paused for a moment. "Just give me a second..."


City Hall Park, Federal Plaza, Same Moment

"Casey Nicholls, 21, an office intern starting a new job at the city clerks office." Ellana answered Nikki as she knelt over the half naked unconscious body of the real woman, a pretty little thing with heart shaped features, gentle sloping cheekbones and long dark brown hair tied into a ponytail. She had already stripped off the woman's heels and trousers, exposing her white G-string thong but the girl's jacket was unfastened revealing a cropped white low cut tank top, with a hint of a white plunge bra emphasising small breasts underneath. "She was on a park bench sipping her coffee after I parked the Zephyr on a roof top. I needed a new face and some new clothes. She was kind enough to lend me both after I gave her a little pinch." She removed Casey's jewellery including a silver necklace, ear studs and navel piercing putting them on herself before adopting the girls ponytail. " Oh, Ellie you're impossible you know that right?" Nikki replied a smile on her voice as Ellana whipped off Casey's thong revealing a cute little clean shaven womanhood. "But you love it, right Nik?" Ellana teased as she pulled on the scant underwear. Nikki laughed. "That I do. Well you will have to wait for me babe. Not everybody as a stealthy spaceship that flies over traffic you know?" Ellana set about stripping off Casey's suit jacket from around her shoulders. "Pick me up at City Hall Park, I will give you a wave and walk over. See you soon, dear Nikki." Bading her farewell, Ellana hung up Casey's smart phone setting onto the grass resuming her stripping. Within a few minutes Ellana was fully dressed in Casey's black pantsuit, admiring her petite naked form; youthful slightly pointed A-cup breasts with puffy pink areolas and well formed plum shaped buttocks. Taking the naked girl by her ankles on her side, Ellana dragged her deeper into the bushes concealing her amongst the leaves. Then calmly she walked around to the park bench Casey had been sitting on. Taking a seat she took up the girl's Starbucks coffee cup taking a sip.


Half an hour later


Ellana sat on the park bench fascinated by the hectic busy lives humans led, having barely enough time to appreciate the beauty of this park. There are many fine looking human females milling around, just as pleasing on the eye clothed as they are naked. But Nikki just beats them all. Looking up at the park gates, Ellana saw Nikki's distinctive white car parked just outside. Getting up from the bench, Ellana walked towards the car flashing Nikki a wave which was returned warmly. "Uh, that's a very nice suit Ellie. The woman you replaced was quite the looker." Nikki smiled as Ellana planted herself on the passenger seat. "I've said it before but you really know how to pick them. So what have you been doing for the last thirty minutes?" Ellana gave her a wink. "Watching humans walk past sitting on a park bench, while sipping coffee. It's been fascinating!" Nikki chuckled shaking her head. "Really? That sounds quite boring, but I'am glad you've been keeping your head down. You didn't want to do anything more... Zenobian?" Ellana grinned leaning back into her seat belting up. "Your city is a wonder. You've never wanted just to stop and take it all in? Watch all the pretty females walk past?" Nikki sized her up suggestively. "Well when you put it like that..." She flirted as she pulled out following the signs to the FBI Field Office. "So I have been meaning to ask you, Nikki. How did you find yesterday?" Nikki smiled as she took the next turn. "Looking back, I have never been more exhilarated in my life. Sure i still feel bad for what we had to do, to those waitresses and the bridesmaids, but I know that if we hadn't then we wouldn't be here having this conversation. Or with evidence in hand. And forgive me for saying this but I kinda enjoyed being Kelly the waitress." Ellana winked at her. "You have good instincts, Nikki. You would make a fine infiltrator." As they pulled into the FBI car park, Nikki kissed on the cheek. "Flatterer."


FBI New York Field Office Parking Lot 9:45am


Switching off the ignition, she turned back to Ellana who was gently massaging the spot where she had kissed her. "I'am afraid that this is where we will have to part ways, at least for the time being. Frank is expecting me but not you." Ellana took off her seatbelt. "What did you say to him about me?" Nikki unclipping her belt smiled. "That you're a close friend who would help me. I mean it would be weird to simply introduce you as anything more. It's not like I can tell him the truth, can I?" Ellana returned the smile warmly. "You make a good point, Nikki. But you shouldn't be worried. I'am the very model of cordiality." Nikki chuckled. "That's why I'am worried. Anyway, please stay in the car and refrain from replacing any other women. I don't want a repeat of yesterday." Ellana squeezed her hand. "Okay, Nikki. I will stay in the car and not go exploring. I promise." Nodding Nikki returned the squeeze before exiting the car. As she watched her disappear into the tall skyscraper, Ellana shook her head. Sorry Nikki, but my curiosity as been piqued. I want to meet this Uncle Frank and see what's going on. But I can't go in dressed like this... Exiting Nikki's car, she scanned the area looking for a suitable new form.


Federal Plaza, 09:50am


Walking away from the FBI building, Ellana searched the bustling streets for a young woman with clearance to enter the Field Office. Sure enough she found a pretty lost looking young latina standing by the mouth of an alley in front of her, looking at her phone. She had supple tanned diamond shaped features with high cheekbones and bright hazel eyes framed by shoulder length jet black hair. Her athletic form covered by a grey pinstriped suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt and black pumps, underneath which was a pink blouse. Hanging around her neck was a FBI badge on a chain. Ellana smiled. Perfect, a FBI agent. Her form should get me inside. Let's go and help her get lost, it's the most kindest thing after all.. Grinning she approached the woman.


FBI Special Agent Lola Sanchez sighed with frustration as her phone battery died. Dammit, I knew I should have charged it up before I left the hotel. Now how will I find it. I never thought I would actually miss LA.. The sound of a young woman clearing her throat drew her attention, she looked up to see a pretty brunette girl dressed in a black pantsuit smiling at her. "Excuse me? I can't help notice that you're a little lost." Lola let out a sigh of relief. "Finally someone comes over to help. Just when I thought no-one in this city cared or maybe the badge was scaring them off. You see I have just been transferred from the LA FBI field office and I'am looking for the New York Office. Do you know where that is? I could never orientate myself anywhere. And top it off my phone's just died." She said showing her the phone, the girl nodded. "Why yes of course. There's a shortcut right through that alley behind you. I could show you if you like?" Lola stuffed her phone back into her handbag. "Would you? That would be great lead on Miss..." The girl cocked her head. "Call me Ellie." Lola smiled at the pretty brunette. "Okay, Ellie. Lead the way." Shucking her handbag over her shoulder, Lola followed Ellie down the deserted dark alley away from the busy streets. As they neared a dumpster, Ellie suddenly stopped. "Are you sure this is the right way?" The girl chuckled slightly. "For me, sure as for you. Let's just say you should be very careful when you accept directions from a complete stranger, my dear." Before the confused Lola had time to react she spin around, striking the young agent on the side of her slender neck. Lola let out a pained squeak as she slumped unconscious into Ellie's arms. "Now it's time to relieve you, agent." Ellana quipped as she dragged her around the back of the dumpster.



Lowering the unconscious agent by the side of the dumpster, Ellana shed the clothing she had taken from Casey Nicholls before kneeling besides the unconscious woman planting a passionate kiss on her waiting lips unfastening the jacket and slipping it from her shoulders. "Special Agent Lola Sanchez, 24, Federal Bureau of Investigation. She hails originally from El Paso and as been with the Bureau for only a couple of years. Lola was brought in from the LA field office to assist in the investigation into the 10th Street Hoods, following her work in disbanding a couple of LA street gangs." Ellana said as she slipped off Lola's pumps, unclipped her service weapon from her hip then unbuttoned her blouse revealing lush C-cup breasts enveloped in a solid pink underwired bra. Unzipping her skirt from the side, Ellana worked it off Lola's hips peeling the garment down her long tanned legs along with her matching pink thong from between her thighs revealing a small clitoris crowned with a trimmed fan of black pubic hair. Slipping on the stolen underwear, Ellana stripped off the agents blouse then reaching around her back, unhooked her bra revealing buoyant breasts with full dark pink areolas. Once she was fully dressed in Lola's clothes, looping her badge over her head Ellana tore up Casey's blouse binding and gagging the naked athletic agent before scooping her up in her arms tipping her inside the waiting dumpster. Looping the woman's handbag over her shoulder, Ellana walked out of the alley backtracking to the FBI Field Office.


FBI New York Field Office Lobby 10: 02am


"Special Agent Lola Sanchez, just transferred from the LA field office." Ellana said flashing her stolen ID to the pretty blonde receptionist. "I received an email from Senior Agent Frank Castle, head of the Organised Crime Task Force who told me to come see him ASAP about the 10th Street Hoods." The woman flashed her a friendly smile. "Of course, here is the floor and office number." She said scribbling the information on a piece of paper with the FBI letterhead. "He's in a meeting at the moment so I hope you don't mind waiting." Flashing the woman a warm smile, Ellana make her way over to the elevator banks, glancing at the paper. Once she was inside she pressed the button for the 20th floor. Okay, office number 202. I hope Nikki won't be too angry at me. Ellana thought as the elevator doors closed ascending to the twentieth floor.


New York Field Office 20th Floor Office Number 202 10 minutes later


Through consulting the floors map, Ellana easily located Frank's office. Taking a deep breath she opened the door to come into a small room with a larger one beyond. There sat at the desk to the left of the office was an attractive ebony skinned woman with rounded features, prominent cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her black hair cropped short. Her slim figure was enhanced by a sleeveless black dress, over which was a white suit jacket with black high heels and large looped earrings. A secretary? I didn't know FBI agents like police captains needed one. Fascinating! "Can I help you agent...?" The woman asked flashing her a warm smile as Ellana approached her flashing her ID. "Special Agent Lola Sanchez." The woman folded her hands across her desk. "Good morning Agent Sanchez. I'am sorry but Senior Agent Castle is in the middle of a meeting and cannot be disturbed. But if you tell me what it is you need from the task force then I will make a note of it." Ellana nodded leaning on the woman's desk. "Is it possible to see Senior Agent Castle? It's a matter of life and death." The secretary shook her head. "And I will tell you what I told you before, no." Ellana took a deep breath. I did make a promise to Nikki but I've already broken that. Besides, I really need to hear what's happening. "I'am really quite sorry about this but..." she said quickly raising her right hand like a blade striking the woman on the side of her neck. The secretary let out a pained yelp as she slumped unconscious in her chair. "...you humans really do really go out of your way to make your lives difficult. But I can't really begrudge you for doing your job. My apologies once again." Ellana said as walked around the secretaries desk, stripping off Lola's clothing.



Straddling the unconscious secretary in her chair, Ellana assumed her form with a kiss as she stripped off the woman's suit jacket. "Barbara Daniels, 32, uncle Frank's secretary. She has a crush on her boss but knows better then to cross the line between employee and lover. Instead she admires him from afar and is very loyal to him, after near on a decade of service." She said taking out Barbara's earrings putting them in before unzipping the secretaries dress from the rear peeling it from her full athletic form then slipped off her high heels. Taking Barbara's black lace one piece undergarment by the straps, Ellana whipped it off her body revealing well formed C-cup breasts with perky circular black areolas and a full womanhood topped with a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. After stepping into the woman's undergarment, Ellana quickly got dressed in her clothes then tearing up Lola's blouse bound and gagged the naked secretary. Taking her underwear her arms Ellana scanned for a hiding spot. Skut! No cabinet, typical. Looks like there's only one available spot. "Sorry about the cramped conditions, dear. But I didn't really have many options." She whispered into Barbara's ears, stuffing her under her desk in a foetal position. When she was finished, Ellana knelt by Frank's door peering through the keyhole. She could see Nikki sitting opposite Frank at his desk, surrounding her where 3 senior FBI agents; two men one a male with short ash blonde hair, the other a hispanic male with dark balding hair. And a middle aged woman with shoulder length light brown hair. Ellana strained her ears as the first man, the blonde spoke up.


The Office of Senior Agent Frank Castle


"How did you get this recording Ms Sanderson? Because if you obtained it illegally then it would be inadmissible." Said Senior Agent Bruce Harrison crossing his ends eyes fixed on Nikki who shook her head. "I'am sorry, Agent Harrison but I can't compromise my source." Before the man could reply, Frank leaned over his desk. " Look, Bruce. We won't use the recording in court, instead we want to justify to the higher ups our requests for more funding to dismantle Rizzo's operation." Harrison sighed. "I'am still skeptical but there is no denying that's old man Rizzo's voice all right. And he just admitted to having ordered Buchanan's murder." The woman sat the furthest away glanced at him. "Why are we being secretive about this, Frank? If it's more funds we want then let's just take this recording direct to Director Bramhall and make him listen? He's not unreasonable." Frank lent back into his chair pinching his nose. "I thought we've been through this Sybille. We don't know if he's been brought by Rizzo." The Hispanic man to Sybille's left nodded. "While it's true that Rizzo owns half of city hall and as most of the NYPD on the take, I doubt he has his hands here in the FBI. Personally, I think he was just bragging to his new son-in-law, playing at being Mr Big." Frank shot a sympathetic glance to Nikki before he addressed the group. "Thank you, Ortega. I'am the lead agent of the OCTF and I brought you three in, gentlemen and lady, because I trust all of you implicitly. But I think it's better to send this recording directly to Washington. I will upload it on my PC, which should make it secure enough and impossible to get in unless you know the password. The director will hear this recording and he will have no choice to give us our funding. Sure, he will be pissed but rest assured if this goes ass up then I will take the blame. After all, he doesn't scare me." The group laughed as Frank rose from his desk. "Now I think it's for the best we returned to our duties, or people will start to talk." Taking that as her cue, Ellana quickly walked back around the secretaries desk taking her seat making sure not to injure the naked Barbara. Pulling her chair close to the desk, the door to Frank's office opened.



The three senior agents left the office immediately followed by Nikki and Frank. As Frank turned to lock his office, Ellana flashed a wink at Nikki who scolded her with her eyes before glancing down at her desk going a brighter shade of pale. "So Nik would you like to go for a quick coffee before you head back home?" Nikki still shooting daggers at Ellana whipped around to face him. "What? Oh yes of course, I would like that Frank." As they turned to leave, Ellana stood up from the secretaries desk. "Excuse me, Mr Castle? Should I be going with you? I mean would love a coffee too." Frank looked over his shoulder. "No, Barbara. Stay here and guard the evidence, it must be guarded at all costs and there's no one else I trust." He said shaking his head as he and Nikki left the room. Ellana sighed. She still hasn't introduced me. I have to do something. Ellana quickly left the office noticing Nikki and Frank walking down the corridor towards the elevator bank, she turned in the opposite direction to notice a pretty young woman with slightly squared freckled features, sculptured cheekbones and piercing green eyes framed by shoulder length auburn hair walk towards a breakroom. Her petite form hugged by a dark blue suit jacket, matching pencil skirt and black silk blouse underneath with black pumps. A slender chain graced her neck with studded earrings. Ellana smiled. Well there's nothing else for it. She would be an ideal form to meet Frank and Nikki could just introduce me has her contact. I hope she doesn't get really furious at me, she didn't look impressed a moment ago. Stalking forward, Ellana followed the woman into the room.


20th Floor Breakroom 10:35am


Department of Justice Special Agent Elizabeth Davison, sighed as she inserted a dollar bill into the vending machine pressing for a clownie cake. I hope with this apparent new evidence that Castle as obtained we can get some real traction on the Rizzo Investigation. We have been underfunded for months and my own AD is starting breathe down my neck. He's not the only one. I was hoping that this investigation goes somewhere fast so I can go back to Polly and tell her that I'am sorry we fought. I hope she finds it in her heart to resume our relationship, I miss her so much. The sound of the cake falling into the tray, bending down to pick it up Elizabeth was just about to tear it open when she felt a hand clamp around her mouth, her cake tumbling from her fingers onto the carpet. "Sorry dear, but you won't get the chance to eat it." A woman's voice hissed in her ear as another hand gripped her throat, pinching the sides of her vulnerable throat. Elizabeth let out a muffled pained squeak as she slumped unconscious into her attackers arms, her final sensation was being dragged to a nearby broom cupboard.



Laying the unconscious woman to the floor gently onto her side, Ellana stripped off Barbara's clothes before taking her into her arms assuming her form with a kiss removing her suit jacket and shoes. "Elizabeth Davison, 26, Department of Justice Special Agent. She's on a break with her girlfriend Polly, over her long working hours during the Rizzo investigation. She did meet Uncle Frank at an anti Organised Crime summit in DC and left impressed although she never told him about her relationship. Elizabeth looks forward to the end of the investigation so she can have some quality time with Poppy." Ellana said as she put on Elizabeth's jewellery before unbuttoning her blouse, revealing firm B-cup breasts covered by a purple baby doll. Rolling Elizabeth back onto her side, Ellana unzipped the woman's skirt from the rear pulling it past her hips and down her long legs before unlacing her matching scanty thong from between her thighs exposing a small red clitoris decorated with a thin trimmed strip of auburn pubic hair and pert peach shaped buttocks. Tying on the thong, Ellana slid Elizabeth's babydoll up over her head admiring her well formed freckled breasts, with puffy pink roundel shaped areolas. After quickly dressing in the DoJ agents clothes, Ellana taped up the athletic naked woman with duct tape gagging her than dragged her deeper into the cupboard. Re-entering the breakroom she stopped to pick up the clownie cake hurriedly retracing her steps to Nikki and Frank.


20th Floor Elevator banks 5 minutes later


"So Nik, how did you and your informant infiltrate Rizzo's Villa?" Frank asked as they waited for the first available elevator, Nikki thought a moment before answering I have to protect Ellana. I need to keep her involvement quiet as much as possible. I doubt Frank would appreciate Ellana's unique abilities and besides the MiB wouldn't like it if I start blabbing about having an alien girlfriend... She took a deep breath. "I had someone on the inside, but for her safety I can't name names." Frank nodded raising his eyebrows. "How intriguing. Is this informant also your mysterious friend?" Nikki shook her head. "No but the special friend helped." Frank chuckled. " And what type of special are they to you? She must be some woman to turn your head. But then again you've always been attracted to adventurous women." Nikki blushed slightly embarrassed. "Well, I still have to find out." It was then Nikki saw an attractive redheaded woman, dressed in a blue suit run to them who flashed her a knowing wink. Oh no! She's gone and done it again just like the apartment, that's two no three women she's replaced? Oh, Ellie why do you make my life so difficult..? Nikki glared at Ellana, scolding her with her eyes as she held out her hand to Frank beaming.


Nikki made a forced smile. "Uncle Frank this my special friend." Ellana still holding out her hand nodded. "Elizabeth Davison, Nikki's special friend and DoJ contact." Frank took her hand shaking it with a firm but friendly grip, a look of recognition on his face. "Of course! We met at the Organised Crime summit in DC last summer. I had no idea you were dating Nikki and helping with the Rizzo syndicate." Ellana released Frank's hand before taking Nikki's squeezing it. "Well we are just taking it one day at a time." Nikki giggled slightly as Frank nodded. "Well Nik is a wonderful girl and deserves to be happy. Shall we continue this conversation in my office? Too many many prying ears for my liking." Sharing brief nervous glances with each other, the two nodded. "Of course, Agent Castle. Lead the way." Smiling he lead the duo back to his office.


The Office of Frank Castle 5 minutes later


Oh no! The secretary she's right under the desk and by now she will be awake. Skut! Ellana thought sharing a glance with Nikki who went pale glancing at the desk too, following her glance to the desk. "Wait a moment? Do you two hear that?" Frank said as soon as they entered the office, hearing muffled moans from behind the secretaries desk. Walking around the desk Frank's mouth droped open in shock as he held the struggling bound naked form of Barbara. "Oh my God! Barbara?! I was just talking to her a second ago!" Kneeling at her side averting his eyes from her naked form, Frank removed my gag. "What happened?!" Barbara squinted the tears from her eyes. "Some "agent" called Lola Sanchez cold cocked me and stole my clothes. The recording! She must have been after the recording!" Frank rose frantically turning to Nikki and Ellana. "Take care of Barbara! I think we might be compromised, I will go and check the computer." As Frank went back into his office, the two shared panicked glances. "No! God damn it! The files are gone!" Cried Frank before he stormed out of his office. "We need to call security right away." He said as he walked towards the phone on the secretaries desk, swapping another glance with Nikki Ellana intercepted him.


"I'am sorry but I can't let you do that." Caressing his cheek she leaned in planting a kiss on his lips, Frank let out a low moan as she slumped unconscious into Ellana's arms. "Wait what's going on!?" The naked Barbara cried as Nikki held her head in her hands. "Oh Ellie! That's so not cool! What the hell are you doing?!" Lowering Frank to the floor, Ellana walked around the desk giving Barbara a little pinch before putting her gag back on. "I'am sorry Nikki but he was going to call for help. We could have been exposed, I didn't have a choice." Nikki shook her head. "This wouldn't have happened if you just stayed in the car like I told you to. You and your damned curiosity." Ellana nodded as she dragged Frank's body around the secretaries desk, binding and gagging him with the remains of Lola's blouse. "I know, I know I let you down again and I'am so sorry. But you heard what Frank said right? The recording is gone which means that the mole must have deleted the audio files." Nikki nodded following the train of thought. "Which means our mole is one of three that we were in the meeting; Ortega, Harrison, Cartwright. We find the mole we find our recording." Ellana smiled as she gently placed Frank next to Barbara. "Yes, come Nikki. We have a mole to hunt. And Nikki, I'am sorry for screwing up and putting you in this position." Nikki sighed as they walked out the office. "You're lucky I love you so much."


Outside the FBI Field Office, Federal Plaza 10:55am


"Well there are three suspects and only two of us. Where shall we start, Ellie?" Nikki asked as they scanned the street. Ellana smiled as she noticed the familiar non descript black van still parked across the street where it had been for the past couple of hours, she touched Nikki's arm. " You see that big black van parked across the street?" Nikki nodded as Ellana pointed to it. "I would bet the Zephyr that's Task Force Ellana keeping tabs on us." Nikki's sighed. "The MiB? Damn it, I thought we were done with them. Ellie are you sure we can trust them?" Turning she took Nikki by her shoulders. "Dear Nicole. We don't have to trust them, we have to use them. They have been tracking me around the world with the tech in that van, if they can locate me then I'am sure they can find our three suspects. Besides, we have two advantages. Number 1; that arrangement you made with them, they won't touch me while you're with me. And number two; they owe you for saving M. Call in the favour." Nikki took a deep breath nodding. "I could just call my mom. But I would need to explain everything and I don't want to risk her safety. Alright the suits it is but I don't like this, Ellie." Ellana nodded gently pulling away from Nikki. "So how are we playing this? Just walk up to the door and say 'Hi'?" Ellana glanced an NYPD patrol car parked in a nearby alley with two female officers inside. "Oh I have an idea. I want to play a practical joke on my old friends. See that patrol car..." She said leading Nikki across the street.



"Oh no, no, no. I'am not attacking fellow cops! Do you want me to get fired? Why can't we just walk up to the van and knock? Like normal...er...you know what I mean?" From their position behind the wall, Ellana squinted seeing the face of a blonde woman she had attacked before, reflected in the rear view mirror. "One of them is Sergeant Rabinowitz." Nikki took a glance her eyes widening. "Really? That bitch gave me a negative performance review, right before my transfer to McKnight! But I don't know..." Ellana then glanced at the other officer, an attractive woman with rounded features, slender cheekbones and pale blue eyes, her light chestnut brown hair tied into a bun under her hat. "And the other one?" Nikki peered at the woman sat in the passenger seat. "Oh crap! That's Officer Shannon Berkeley. She's a real bitch. That one puts shit and I mean real shit in my locker. She's a real cronie of Rabinowitz and is my main rival in the ring. I fucking hate her." Ellana nodded. "I can take Rabinowitz and you Berkeley." Nikki laughed. "Fuck it. Why not? Those two assholes need to be taken down a peg." Winking at her Ellana pointed to the dumpster in front of them. "Take position there. I will lure them out of the car and we take them out together." Nodding Nikki followed her into the alley.



"We will make a cop of Sanderson yet, Shannon. What worked for you will work for her." Smiled Rabinowitz as she drank out of her styrofoam cup of Starbucks cappuccino. "No complaints here, sarge. Anything to make her take that stick outta her ass. Besides, she sure can't box for shit." Laughed officer Berkeley as chewed on her cinnamon bagel. Rabinowitz shook her head. "This isn't about your rivalry in the ring, Berkeley. This about making Sanderson a real cop, it's for her own good or she will wind up like her dad." The sound of knocking at the driver's side window drew the officers attention. Rabinowitz looked up to see a young distressed red headed woman in a dark blue suit standing there. "Is there a problem, ma'am?" She asked as tears began to form in her eyes. "Yes! Some man took my purse and went off in that direction!" The woman cried pointing up the alley behind them." Rabinowitz nodded. "Ma'am please stay calm. We'll catch the guy." She replied as the two officers got out of their patrol car. Suspecting nothing the two officers followed the woman further up the alley.



As soon as they reached the dumpster, Ellana swiftly neck chopped Rabinowitz in the back of her neck the sergeant letting out a cute grunt of pain as she collapsed unconscious to the pavement. At the save moment, Nikki threw a precise jab that to her shock Berkeley easily dodged bobbing to the side. "Pathetic! You always did telegraph your jabs Sanderson! I will have your badge for this back al-ugh!!" Ellana stopped her mid flow with an expert chop to the side of her neck, the woman letting out a pained yelp as she collapsed unconscious draped over Rabinowitz. Nikki roared with frustration. "Damn I screwed up! Drunk bridesmaids are one thing but her it's quite another. I'am so sorry, Ellie." Ellana put her arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace. "Hey, come here. Nikki, you have nothing to apologise for. I still love you. But, punches aren't always reliable and can't always predict your opponent." Nikki giggled nervously pulling out of the hug, holding Ellana's hands. "Oh babe, I would kiss you now if it meant I wouldn't be knocked unconscious. You will have to teach me that neck chop and pinch thing you do." Ellana nodded smiling. "I would be happy to teach you, but first things first we need their uniforms." The two knelt to extricate the stricken officers from their pile before they stripped off their clothes.


"You know it was Berkeley who had been putting shit in your locker Nikki, and Rabinowitz put her up to it all part of a weird ritual to toughen you up." Ellana said as she buttoned up her stolen uniform, a clone of the real Shannon Berkeley who lay completely naked at her feet, chestnut hair flowing around her shoulders, her small but firm breasts with pink perky circular areolas and small trimmed clitoris on full display since Ellana had taken her blue pastel sports bra and matching thong in addition to her uniform. "I knew it! I had an idea it was those two but I couldn't prove anything or tell McKnight. Well when I tell him about you and Berkeley's antics, Kim. You will be meter maids by the weeks end!" Nikki who was clipping on Rabinowitz's gunbelt sneered at the unconscious sergeant who was clad only in her solid nude coloured bra and matching shorts. When they finished dressing the two of them cable tied and gagged the unconscious officers before dragging them over to the patrol car, stashing them inside the cramped trunk. "Okay, Nikki. Now that's all done, let's go surprise TFE!" Ellana said excitedly slamming down the door on the toned athletic naked officers, locking it. "I'am sure that they will be very happy to see us, again." Nikki replied sardonically as they left the alley. "Hey Ellie. I don't feel half as bad as I did stripping the women yesterday. Does that mean I'am a bad person?" Ellana shook her head. "Not at all. It just makes you...human. For the lack of a better term." The two laughed as they approached the TFE van.


Task Force Ellana Tech Van 11:05am


Sharing a wink with Nikki who just rolled her eyes chuckling, Ellana wrapped her knuckles on the side door. After a few minutes a very bored looking M emerged sliding the door open, neuralyser at the ready. "Like I said before officers. We are from the Jesus Christ Church of Latter Day Saints spreading the good-Hold on?" She said recognition dawning across her face. "Is that you Nikki and Ellana, I take it? Either you changed your name to Rabinowitz or you stole your partner's uniform." Nikki nodded. "Try ex-partner. And she did have it coming. Besides I was against the idea." She glanced at Ellana as M made a sarcastic grunt. "Uh huh. Looks like it." Ellana grinned looking over the van. "If I were you guys I would park the van in a place away from prying eyes. It's what I do with the Zephyr." M chuckled rubbing the back of her head. "Tell me about it? Have you seen the ass on this baby? There's no room to park her anywhere discreet. It's not like we have a sleek stealthy spaceship like you, Ellana." She let out an impatient sigh. "Anyway did you just rob two cops just to make fun of me and give parking tips? Or perhaps you've decided to turn yourself in?" M asked expectantly as Nikki shook her head. "M, listen. You remember that recording we took at the Rizzo Villa yesterday? Well, someone as just deleted it. We have three potential suspects who could be Rizzo's mole in the FBI. We need TFE's help to find the mole." M let out a low whistle. "Shit. Well if you're going after Rizzo then count me in. I want to pay that sonofabitch back for his...hospitality. But I will have to give the two old lovebirds a call. That is if they're not to busy with their...lie in. You want coffee? Because I could murder another. " Nikki and Ellana shared bemused glances then nodded as M called to agent N, who was busy playing World of Warcraft. "Hey probie! Get your butt off that game and put the kettle on. We have guests." She stood aside beckoning them into the van.


20 minutes later


With Paddy by her side, L sighed as she rapped on the van door."You better have a damn good reason for interrupting our morning rookie..." Her voice trailed away as the van door opened revealing Nikki and Ellana wearing the face of a young chestnut haired police officer, with M standing right behind them. "Hi L. You two make quite the cute couple, do come in we have business to discuss." Ellana grinned as Nikki laughed at the look on their faces. "Really? I never would have thought. I took her for a bit of a stiff." L pinched the bridge of her nose sighing. "You told them about us, M? I can't believe this!" Beside her P rubbed her shoulders. "Oh come on, Linda. Lighten up a bit. It's not everyday a changeling invites into your own van for tea. Do I smell coffee? Make mine a decaf, if you please." The two veteran agents hand in hand entered the van.


"Well you can count me in, Nikki. The old cop in me is singing at the prospect of nailing a dirty fed, besides it will give us the chance of using all the gizmos in this van, Linda?" P asked as they sat around the meeting table, glancing to his left. L nodded her hand stroking her chin. "The don pissed me off when he took M. No-one lays a hand on my people, well all except me." She shared a wink with M. Nikki looked at each and every one of TFE, smiling. "Thank you, all of you. Now, the ideal situation would be catching the mole red handed and find out what they did with the recording. Any thoughts?" To P's right, Agent N held up his hand before taking a sip of his coffee. " Usually we just hack into the suspects phone and monitor their calls. But unless the mole is a noob, they are hundred percent using a burner phone." Ellana took a deep gulp of her coffee, laying her hands on the table. "How does that help us?" N nervously glanced at P who nodded at him to continue. "Well...uh...Ellana, we could monitor each and every call happening in the middle of Manhattan. Or we could place listening devices on the suspects. This way, we could hear everything they are saying and have real time updates on their current positions. Allowing us to know their exact locations and be aware of every call they make." He said with a grin as Ellana winked at him impressed. "I like it, this human is good." N blushed as Nikki finished her coffee. "That's all very fine and well but how do we plant the bugs on them without spooking them?" To her surprise it was L who spoke up next. "Simple. We go back to the FBI field office. We'll just need to get back in. Nikki will just need to redress in her clothes she can't go in impersonating Rabinowitz." Nikki and Ellana shared a laugh. "It's a good thing I didn't let Ellana tear up my clothes to bind Rabinowitz and Berkeley. All for this practical joke." M shook her head downing the rest of her coffee. "While the boss and I can easily fake a pair of feds, we are dressed like them and we have our fake IDs. But Ellana cannot go in dressed like a cop. So that leaves us, Nikki." Amongst them Ellana just smiled. "I will just wait for you guys to return outside." The MiB agents all shared nervous glances as she rose from the chair. Before she exited the van, Nikki gently laid her hand on her shoulder. "Ellie, I'am not going to make you promise but please stay out of trouble. Be careful, we don't need to give the MiB an excuse to arrest you." Laying her hand on Nikki's Ellana squeezed it. "Don't worry, Nik. Careful is my middle name."


The FBI field office Lobby 11:40am


Nikki now dressed back in her clothes, led the agents through the lobby towards reception. "Special Agent Smith, this is my partner Special Agent Jones." L smiled to the pretty blonde receptionist as they flashed their fake IDs. "We are here with Agent Castle's witness to meet with Senior Agent Castle of the Organised Crime Task Force." The receptionist nodded handing Nikki her visitors pass back. "Of course. He's on the twentieth floor, you know the way right?" L nodded flashing the girl a smile before the three walked towards the elevator banks. "Alias Smith and Jones? Does anyone really fall for that, guys?" Nikki asked as they got into the elevator. "You gotta respect the classics, right boss?" L grinned as the doors closed. "Well it's better than Mulder and Scully. Who would've believed that?"


The Twentieth Floor


When they reached their destination, Nikki and the agents began the search for the three suspects. As they approached the breakroom passing Agent Castles office, which Nikki glanced at with a look of concern they noticed Senior Agent Harrison leaning against the wall chatting to two other agents. He held his hand as the group approached them. "Nikki! Good to see you again. Agent Park and Agent Brenner..." He gestured to a young woman of Korean descent on his left and an older African American man to his right. "...this is Nikki Sanderson. Frank's witness on the Rizzo case. And I take it these are the agents he assigned for your protection?" He said glancing at L & M who nodded. "Well we were just discussing why we haven't seen Frank for the last hour or his secretary for that matter." Nikki tried her best to keep her face level. "Well when I left him he said he had a mountain of paperwork to get through and didn't want to be disturbed." She lied as Harrison nodded. "Well that sounds like him. The Rizzo investigation is his baby after all." Behind her M cleared her throat. "Yes, when we last saw him, Agent Castle's face was hidden behind a stack of papers." M said as she got closer to Harrison who checked his watch. "Well look at the time I have a report I need to write for the AD, it was a pleasure to meet you agents." He held out is hand, which M shook with a firm grip giving him a firm pat on the back. "You have a good one sir." She smiled as L shook his hand before the three agents walked back up the corridor. Nikki smiled at M. "Good work." That was when L's communicator bleared into life, holding it to her ear she pressed the receiver.


"We're getting a good strong signal. But we've got a problem, the phones of the other two suspects put them outside the building. And according to the FBI's lobby computers they've clocked out for the day." Came N's voice through the communicator as L nodded. "Got it probie. We are heading out with Nikki, fetch Ellana and we'll regroup at the van." N stammered slightly. "Um, she's not out outside the van. She went for a...erm...walkabout. Up Duane Street we think." The three groaned is response. " What?! All you had to do was keep an eye on her! Nevermind we'll take care of it." Shaking her head, L hung up. As the group passed Uncle Frank's office, Nikki held up. "Guys, Ellana and I paid a visit to Frank's office. Things got a little bit...messy. Could you clean it up, please." The two agents glanced at each other sighing before nodding. "Dare we even ask, Nikki? No don't answer, I guess we'll find out." L said as she picked the lock to Frank's lock entering his office as Nikki waited outside.


An odd sense of Déjà Vû came over the agents as they scanned Frank's office, hearing the muffled cries of two people from under the secretaries desk. Walking around the desk, the two glanced at each other shaking their heads as they saw the naked bound body of Frank's secretary stuffed next to the fully clothed agent himself. Both pleaded with the agents to free them. "This reminds me of Madrid..." L said as she crouched next to the bound pair. "Sorry about this, but we need you both to sleep a little while longer." The veteran reached out with her hand giving a vagus nerve pinch to the secretary first, who slumped unconscious with an aroused muffled groan onto Frank's shoulder, then Frank himself. As they swept from the office M sighed. "We will leave this to P to sort out. He always did give better cover stories." Nikki leaning against the wall flashed them a dry smile. "Sounds like you are made for each other, L." She said sardonically as they approached the elevator banks. L fixed her with a dangerous look but M just winked at her sidelong with a grin.


Duane Street, Civic Centre 11:40am


Ellana had for the second time that day had grown frustrated, bored at being told to wait. So she had decided to explore the district drawn by the sound of a mournful melody emanating from the street just behind the tech van. Feeling compelled to follow the music she walked up the bustling street to find a comely young female of chinese descent, sat on a small chair playing a small wooden instrument with a fiddle. She had gentle heart shaped features, high cheekbones and almond shaped slanted brown eyes, her jet black hair braided into pigtails. The girl was dressed in a black leather jacket, matching mini skirt and knee high leather boots. Underwhich was a purple V neck sweater. Ellana grinned. Yes it will fun to be her. I could try to play her instrument and surprise the guys. Well I have the perfect disguise to get her alone... Weaving through the crowd, Ellana cleared her throat.



Looking up from playing her violin, much to the crowds disappointment Christine Lao looked up at the pretty NYPD officer. "Um, is there a problem officer?" The woman whose name was 'Berkeley' put her hand under Christine's arm. "Ma'am, you're under arrest for vagrancy. Please follow me." Christine stammered as the officer pulled her up, admist cries of "Let her go pig!" and "Arrest some real criminals, man!" "I-I have a permit! Please let go of me, your hurting me!" The officer relaxed her grip a little. "Miss, don't make a scene. If you follow me to the station we can get this all cleared up." Christine nodded as the officer walked her into a secluded alley, away from the receding jeers. "Excuse me officer? This isn't the way to the-mmmph!" Christine felt the officers hand clamp around her mouth, muffling her cry of betrayal. "Sorry dear, let me play your instrument instead. If it's any consolation you were very impressive." The officer's voice hissed into her ear. Christine's whimpers were cut short by a short pained squeak as she felt the sensitive spots either side of her pretty neck pinched. She slumped unconscious into the officers arms. Catching her violin deftly with her free hand, Ellana dragged Christine behind the dumpster with the other. "To sleep, sweetie..." She whispered lowering the girl to the pavement before stripping off Berkeley's uniform.



Kneeling beside the unconscious girl, who was sat against the dumpster, Ellana embraced her assuming her form with a kiss slipping off the leather jacket. "Christine Lao, 23, Street Performer and Violinist. She's a first generation American, whose parents emigrated from China to escape the regime. Christine as been playing the violin since she was 8 years old and is very talented. She's saving up for a scholarship with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra and in her spare time works as a beautician in a nail salon." Adopting the girl's pigtails, Ellana unzipped Christine's boots followed by her skirt from the rear pulling them off her slim body. Taking the girl's purple floral patterned tights by the hem, she peeled them from her slender hips down her long tanned legs before whipping off her purple thong from between her thighs, exposing a small womanhood topped with a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Holding up the half naked Christine's arms, Ellana pulled the girl's sweater up over her head then unhooked her matching purple lace push up bra admiring her cute pointed A-cup breasts with puffy dark brown areolas. After she quickly got dressed in Christine's clothes, Ellana handcuffed the girl's wrists then bound her ankles and gagging her with torn strips from Berkeley's undershirt. Scooping the petite slim naked Christine in her arms, she gently placed her into the dumpster along with the remains of Berkeley's uniform. Closing the lid on the girl's sleeping form, Ellana picked up Christine's violin before walking out of the alley.


Bowing to a round of applause from the assembled crowd, Ellana took her seat and begun to play. But despite the girl's memories she found she couldn't really articulate and the clapping soon turned to jeers as Ellana deafened the crowd with awful scratches, that reminded her of her old governess drawing her nails down the blackboard whenever she wouldn't listen in class. Soon the crowd dispersed, refusing to give her any money at all. Within 10 minutes, Ellana was sitting on her own once again bored. That was then she saw Nikki and the agents enter further down the street, she got up walking towards them giving a wave. "Nice jacket Ellie. Who are you wearing right now?" Nikki said as she pulled out their hug. " A pretty violinist named Christine Lao. She's in the dumpster down that alley, all snug." L shook her head. "We found the mess you left us in the FBI, Ellana. All you had to do was stay in the car and let Nikki attend her meeting but you had to stick your nose in. Don't worry P is clearing everything up." M put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on boss, we need to track these suspects and we're wasting time arguing." L pinched her nose as Nikki glared at her for a moment before looking to Ellana. "We have already placed the device on Harrison but we still have Cartwright and Ortega. I think it would better if you took one, Ellie while L and M take the other." The agents nodded in agreement. "A good strategy, saves us a lot of time. Nikki can stay with the van, we can't run the risk of her being recognised by our two suspects. So which will it be, Ellana?" Asked L as she held out two devices. "Cartwright seems to be heading out of Manhattan by car while Ortega is on foot nearby." Ellana chose the left. "I will take the woman, Cartwright. The Zephyr is parked not far from here, so I can get there on the scene quickly." The four nodded holding out their fists, bumping them. "Good luck, everyone. See you back at the van." Nikki said as they parted ways but not before she kissed Ellana on the cheek.


Across the Road from Starbucks Coffee, Warren Street, Civic Centre 12:20pm


"Well there's our man, boss. Sipping on a Starbucks just like any decent fed." M said as they observed Ortega talking with another suited man. " And he's not alone either. That could well be his mob contact but we have no way of knowing. We need to get in there and eavesdrop on their conversation." M nodded. "That and we need to plant the bug on him, boss. I don't believe I'am saying this but if they are discussing anything compromising then we can't go in dressed like this." L smiled as she glanced a young barista serving coffee through the window. "But dressed like baristas, he wouldn't suspect a thing. Come on rookie, let's go around to the back and see about getting a change of clothes." Sighing M followed her boss into the alley next to the coffee shop.

The Alley beside Starbucks


As the agents advanced down the alley, they heard a couple of young female voices ahead of them chatting away. Taking cover behind an alcove they peered ahead at the source of the chatter. There were two Starbucks baristas, both young attractive girls dressed in Starbucks uniform; white polo shirts with the company name stitched on the left breast, with black slacks and matching sensible shoes overwhich was a green Starbucks apron with their nametag on the left hand side with matching baseball caps perched on their heads. One who was tossing garbage into a large dumpster had gentle freckled features her long ginger hair looped through her baseball cap, while her friend looked hispanic with supple tanned features, bright hazel eyes and light brown hair cut into a pixie style under her cap. L turned to M. "I will take the hispanic girl, she's close to my size. While the ginger is all yours. We take them quick and quiet." M nodded sighing as they drew their stun pistols advancing on the girls. M aimed square into the back of the redheaded girl, firing a glowing blue ball between her shoulder blades. The redhead let out a pained grunt as the electricity flowed across her body causing her to slump unconscious over her garbage bag onto the pavement. Not giving the hispanic girl chance to react, L shot a precise ball of energy into the girls breasts sending her crashing to the ground. "Alright, rookie. Let's get them stripped and quickly." She said as she holstered her pistol, rushing to the fallen barista. " Looks like I'am a Jacinta." As she rolled the redhead onto her back, M sighed. "Damn, it's Patience."


M regarded the young redheaded barista as she stripped off her suit. "Funny, V and I were here on a lunch date just yesterday and I'am pretty sure this girl served me. Small world, eh?" She sighed as she removed the girls cap, untying her apron. L looked up from stripping off Jacinta's polo shirt, revealing a cropped multicoloured camisole covering her c-cup breasts. "How are things between you two?" M flicked up Patience's arms pulling the girls polo shirt up over her head, exposing a pink baby doll barely concealing her small breasts. "Well she wants me to move in with her. And I have been thinking whether it's time we got engaged." L clapped her on the shoulder, smiling. "Well that's great news, rookie. Do you have a ring yet?" M shook her head, unlacing Patience's shoes before peeling off her trousers getting a glimpse of her matching g-string thong. "Nope. But it has me thinking, L. I don't want to keep doing this forever." L paused as she pulled Jacinta's slacks to her knees, matching multicoloured panties guarding her modesty. "What the MiB? Because you will make a fine agent, Martha." M sighed as she finished stripping Patience. "No, this. Stripping other women. Sometimes I can't look Vicki in the eye because of it. She knows something's wrong but hasn't said anything." After pulling on Jacinta's trousers, fastening them L fixed her with a sympathetic glance. "This isn't the right time to talk about about this." M just shrugged as she finished dressing in Patience's uniform. When they were fully dressed the agents cable tied and gagged the scantily clad young women, before dragging them over to the dumpster stashing them inside along with their suits. Closing the lid on the girls, the two entered the coffee shop in silence.


Starbucks, Warren Street Civic Centre 12:30pm


As soon as the two agents entered behind the counter, a young harried brunette barista addressed them from the corner of her eye too busy serving the large bustling crowd in front of her. "The orders are just piling up. I need someone to help me with this crowd, and another to take care of those guys by the window. One double pump Caffé Americano and low fat Cappuccino." M took up the tray of steaming coffee's in front of her. "I've got the two by the window." She shared a small smile with L who busied herself assisting the brunette.


Deftly weaving her way through the busy crowd, M began to pick up snippets of Ortega's conversation as she approached the men. "I can't believe she wants custody of Gabriela. It's bad enough she's leaving me for Brenda, her personal trainer. You have to help me Carl." Ortega said as he rung his hands." Carl flashed him a sympathetic smile. "I always said Paula wasn't right for you, Raul. Don't worry, I have had your back since college. You can count on me." M's brow furrowed as she reached the table. A possible motive if I ever saw one, after all divorces are expensive. "Hi here is your order. Enjoy!" She beamed as she placed the coffee's in front of the two men, getting the order right first time. As Ortega busied himself taking out his wallet, M reached around his back carefully attaching the bug. "Here you are, for the service." He smiled handing her a crisp dollar bill. Winking she accepted the tip putting the tip into her apron before picking up the tray. Turning she nodded to L behind the counter who excused herself with a bathroom break. Sliding the tray onto the counter, M fell into step behind her boss as they left through the rear door tossing their aprons into the dumpster as they passed through the alley.



South 2nd Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York City, The Same Moment


Now reverted back to her natural form and dressed in a XS tactical catsuit, Ellana had tracked Cartwright's phone to this seedier district of New York. She had parked the Zephyr on an abandoned rooftop across from a curiously named bar called "7th Hell Strip Club." A most curious establishment. We don't anything like this on Zenobia. I wonder what they mean by strip bar? Do they take off their clothes? I suppose I will find out soon enough. Right now I need an appropriate form... Getting to street level Ellana entered the alley beside the club, crouching behind a dumpster she waited for her opportunity. Not five minutes later the side door opened to reveal a pretty young female clutching a pack of cigarettes, her long honey blonde hair framing a sweet rounded face with high cheekbones and big blue eyes. She was dressed in a gold sequinned bikini with matching bottoms and gold strappy heels, that emphasised her slim athletic figure and firm c-cup breasts, gold earrings, the initials R.L on a chain around her neck and a navel piercing. That's not much of an outfit she must be freezing in that, it reminds me of the time I went to Santa Monica. Smiling Ellana tensed herself as the girl leaned against the dumpster, too distracted in lighting her cigarette. All too easy.. She thought as she pounced, clamping a hand around the girl's mouth knocking the cigarette from her mouth, to muffle her cries. "A most filthy habit but useful for me. Nighty night, sweet thing." She whispered into the girls ear, grasping her throat with her right hand pinching those vulnerable points either side of her neck. Hearing the dulcet muffled squeak of the struggling girl, as she slumped unconscious into Ellana's arms made the Zenobian smile. "Time get better acquainted." She quipped dragging her around the dumpster.


Seating the scantily clad girl against the dumpster, Ellana unzipped her catsuit dropping it to the pavement before she knelt naked beside the unconscious girl assuming her form with kiss, as she removed her jewellery. "Ruby Lee, 21, Stripper at the 7th Hell Strip Club. She's studying law at Columbia University but works part time as a stripper to fund her course, after her roommate suggested she flaunt her perfect figure. Ruby is bisexual but prefers women as they are better tippers and treat her better then the men." She put on Ruby's jewellery, including her navel piercing then unlaced her gold bikini. Lacing on the girls bikini, Ellana admired the girls slim tight perfect naked form; buoyant firm C-cup breasts with puffy roundel shaped pink areolas, small clean shaven clitoris and pert peach shaped buttocks. After strapping on Ruby's heels, she used some cable ties she had 'borrowed' from the MiB to bind the girls wrists and ankles, gagging her with a dirty cloth she had found in the dumpster. Scooping the naked Ruby into her arms Ellana stashed her in the dumpster along with her catsuit. Closing the lid on the naked bound girl, Ellana entered the club through the service door feeling her stolen outfit. Why do they call her a stripper? There wasn't much to remove anyway.


The 7th Hell Strip Club 12:45pm


As she entered the club, walking through the changing rooms to the bar area Ellana felt the beat of the music flow through her as she noticed two human males ogling a well endowed pretty brunette girl wearing only a black g-string, as she gyrated to the music. She scanned the area looking for any signs of Agent Sybille Cartwright. Sure enough she spotted the woman, an attractive middle aged lady with lined but youthful heart shaped features, sculptured cheekbones and pale green eyes framed by short shoulder length light brown hair. She was dressed in a violet pantsuit with white turtleneck underneath and matching heels. Sybille was amongst a group of three men who were being led towards the back of the club, a door with "The Ninth Circle VIPs only" flashing red above it. The group disappeared behind the double ornate doors, guarded over by a single burly human male with STAFF stenciled in white across his broad chest. Ellana approached the man who held up his hand shaking his head. "Where do you think you're going, girl?" He asked menacingly with an eastern european accent. "I'am going into the VIP area. I'am sure they would appreciate me giving them a dance." The man crossed his arms. "You should know the drill by now, girl. No strippers allowed in the VIP area, unless they are invited. Now run along and shake your ass somewhere else." Feeling the males lustful gaze, Ellana backed away. Well I need a plan B or I'am not getting anywhere.


Walking past the bar, Ellana noticed a young scantily clad waitress talking to the bar man. "Jaime. I need these bourbons delivered over to the VIP lounge, apparently our poker players need a little liquid courage." Jaime winked at the man. "Yeah, no worries Stevey. I just gotta visit the little girls room first." As she turned she gave Ellana a suggestive look, before walking past her towards the toilets. Ellana appraised her. She was a strikingly attractive girl with diamond shaped features, smooth cheekbones and bright hazel eyes framed by long wavy black hair on which a pair of red plastic horns sat perched. Her uniform was just as minimalist as the stripper; the girl wore a red leather boob tube top with her name pinned on the left breast, matching chain link tight leather shorts complete with foam rubber tail, over a pair of fishnet tights and strappy black heels. A tight leather choker hugged her slender neck. Ellana smiled. Her form and clothing will get me into the VIP area. Picking up the pace, she stalked the waitress.


The 7th Hell Women's Bathroom


Jaime Ford cried a sigh of relief as she emptied her full bladder into the toilet bowl, her uniform shorts and fishnets down around her ankles, exposing a full thinly trimmed vagina crowned with a black strip. I have just got to get through this afternoon and wait for Candy to start tonight, then we are going to blow this shit hole and spend the rest of our lives together. The amount of money this place makes we should have more than enough. The sound of the bathroom door opening shook Jaime from her thoughts. She heard heels clack off the tiled floor, entering the cubicle next to her. Shrugging she felt the last of her piss trickle into the bowl, but before she could reach over to take some paper to wipe herself, Jaime felt a hand grabbing her throat drawing her up off the bowl. Unable to scream, the panicking Jaime felt a slight pinch either side of her neck. Her mewling abruptly turned into an aroused pained moan as she slumped unconscious into her attackers grip. Her final sensation was being lowered back onto the bowl, legs spread wide.


Grinning Ellana hopped over the cubicle, straddling the unconscious waitress as she stripped off her gold bikini kissing her passionately on her warm soft lips, unbuckling her choker. "Jaime Ford, 22, Cocktail Waitress at the 7th Hell. Her girlfriend, Candy, is one of the strippers but they plan to run away to start a new life away from the club. Their plan is too empty the tills after closing tonight and use the money as a nest egg." She said putting on the devil's horns and choker before removing Jaime's shorts and fishnets, unstrapping her heels. After pulling up the tights, along with the shorts buckling on the heels Ellana unlaced Jaime's tube top slipping it from her chest, admiring her small but firm B-cup breasts with perky rose petal dark pink areolas. Once she was fully dressed in the waitresses uniform, Ellana climbed over the cubicle landing on the other side gracefully. Finding an out of order sign, she stuck it on the door before sweeping from the bathroom.


The 7th Hell Bar Area 12:56pm


Flashing a smile to the clueless bartender, Ellana scooped up the tray laden with bourbon, whiskey and vodka walking over to the bouncer who had only dismissed her a moment before when she wearing Ruby the stripper. The man nodded seeing her tray. "Alright in you go." He said standing aside. Flashing the man a smile, she squeezed past him feeling his eyes scan her stolen form. Suddenly feeling a little bit unclean, Ellana hurried into the VIP lounge.


The Ninth Circle VIP Lounge, 13:01pm


She entered what looked like a gambling den, with at least three tables set up that had five humans set around them playing poker. Well this brings back memories. It reminds me of Vegas. Spotting Agent Cartwright at the furthest one, Ellana approached the table playing the waitress. As she served the drinks to the five players with a smile, Ellana regarded the woman she had poured a glass of bourbon for. Having gambling debts must be a great motivation to betray your oaths and sell your soul to a crime boss. But let's see how this plays out first. I don't won't to make any rash judgements. When she had finished serving drinks at Cartwrights table, she busied herself moving from table to table all the while keeping an eye on the agent.


In the space of 20 minutes Agent Cartwright had dropped two more rounds, folding twice in quick succession and losing large amounts of money. Looking up from serving a particularly drunk russian man, Ellana cocked her head. She seems to be running up huge amounts of debt in a short amount of time, and gambling is an addiction that needs feeding. Cartwright could be having her debts covered by Rizzo in return for her cooperation. Yes, the motive does write itself. But I have to be sure first. Forget the bug, I will do it my way and become her. If she's really involved than I will find that out after the embrace. Or if she's innocent, well we can cross her off the list. Ellana noticed that Cartwright had risen from her seat, deciding to call it quits she walked past Ellana out of the VIP lounge. Not standing on ceremony, she was right behind the female agent.


The 7th Hell Parking Lot 13:31pm


Agent Sybille Cartwright sighed as she walked towards her car. Well that's going to set the investigation back a few weeks, and here I thought I was a skilled player. No matter, it's a good job that the FBI has near nigh a bottomless pit of cash so I can at least stake the buy in again. Before she could unlock her car, Sybille felt a slender hand touch her shoulder spinning her around. "Hey! What's the big id-mmmph!" Sybille had barely enough time to register a young waitress pinning her to her car with her mouth. To her surprise she returned the embrace. Well, this is a nice surprise. I had noticed the looks this girl was flashing me. I had wondered...ohh. Letting out a muffled aroused moan, Sybille slid unconscious down her car landing at Ellana's feet. Smiling with her new face, Ellana wiped her mouth with her wrist.


"Sybille Cartwright, 40, FBI Special Agent and Undercover Specialist, Organised Crime Task Force. She was pretending to be a gambling addicted entrepreneur to get inside the local gambling boss' organisation, all on her own accord. She's extremely ambitious but would never sell herself to a criminal. And she's not a bad player, she just got unlucky. Well sorry, Sybille." Ellana said as she knelt by the unconscious woman stripping off her too small cocktail waitress uniform before she slipped off the woman's heels, then took out her fake diamond studs putting them in. Slipping off Sybille's jacket from her shoulders, Ellana held up the woman's arms pulling her turtleneck sweater up over her head revealing well endowed D-cup breasts enveloped in a purple silk slip, with a hint of a matching bra underneath. Unfastening the agent's trousers, she worked them off her shapely hips peeling them down her long toned legs. Folding up the slip, Ellana whipped off Sybille's low cut purple silk panties in one quick motion exposing her full clitoris topped with a trimmed fan of chestnut brown hair. Once she had slipped on the panties, she pulled off the slip over the half naked agents head then unhooked her bra, admiring her full D-cup breasts with full roundel shaped pink areolas. After quickly getting dressed in Sybille's clothes, Ellana dragged the naked voluptuous woman by her ankles to her waiting trunk stashing her inside taping up her wrists, ankles and gagging her before snapping the trunk shut. Taking the woman's smartphone from her handbag perched on the cars roof, Ellana dialled P's number.



"P? It's Ellana. It's not Agent Sybille Cartwright, she's innocent." P sighed sounding skeptical. "I will hesitate to ask what methods you used to find that out." Ellana grinned. "I gave her a kiss then I stole her clothes." P let out a long frustrated sigh. "Oh Ellana, seriously? You really know how to make my life difficult don't you?" Ellana shrugged leaning against the car door. "Well I had to do something, besides her suit looked nice and snug I freezing to death in that waitresses outfit." P clicked his tongue. "You attacked a waitress too? This just keeps getting better and better..." Ellana held up her finger. "Don't forget the stripper!" P shook his head. "You can't help yourself. And here I thought I would be spending the morning with Linda." Ellana chuckled as she opened the car door. "About that. How long have you been together?" P let out a disgusted sound. "That's none of your business. Get yourself back here L & M are on their way." With that he hung up. Shrugging, Ellana replaced the phone into the woman's handbag on the passenger seat and started the engine.


Task Force Ellana Tech Van


"Huh, Linda was right, she does grow on you." Nikki heard P say as he concluded his conversation with Ellana. "It's hard to argue with her results, P. Thanks to Ellana we have eliminated one of our suspects." Nikki said scanning the bios of the two remaining suspects as P leaned next to her. "Yeah, but it still leaves me with a heck of a mess to clean up. Anyway, that still leaves us with these two." He gestured to the screen as Nikki nodded. "Mhm. You know I'am trying to find something, anything dirty on Harrison but the guy is so clean he practically squeaks. But he's ambitious, Frank told me he has his eyes set on becoming Assistant Director." P pointed to Ortega. "What about him? He's the perfect suspect; divorce and money problems. Plus he's a recovering alcoholic, that would scream blackmail opportunity to any self respecting mob boss." Nikki sighed rubbing her neck. "Yeah, both could easily be our mole. We have no way of knowing who it is, unless we get reckless." The sound of N clearing his throat to their left, made them both jump they turned to face him. "Actually, there is one way guys." P smiled at the young agent. "Well probie, let's hear it."


"Well, I have been looking at Frank's computer and I found something. As it turns out, our suspect didn't download then delete the audio file. They transferred it using the FBI's internal network." Nikki shared a glance with P grinning. "That's excellent news! But how does that help us with the mole?" N smiled leaning back into his chair. "The perp covered their tracks remarkably well, considering the short time frame but not well enough. But the problem is to find out where the file was sent." Nikki lent forward nodding. "So what would it take for you to find the recording, N?" N glanced at his laptop before replying. "I would need a physical connection to the FBI servers. And that means you either need to bring me or even better, my computer inside the building to the secure server room and properly hook it up. I can remote access everything from the van but someone needs to be in that room." Nikki leaned back, grinning. "We wouldn't be able to get in during the day but around evening. The server room needs cleaning right?" N following her train of thought, begin typing on his computer. "The FBI outsource cleaning to the Big Apple Cleaning Company Ltd. They are due to clean the servers at around 18:00 this evening and they have a crew of four female cleaners." Nikki nodded looking at the screen. "Perfect we ambush the van, take their uniforms and passes. We smuggle in your laptop using a cart." That was then a knock came at the vans side door. Walking over, P slid it open to reveal Agents L and M dressed in Starbucks barista uniforms. The ginger agent scolded them with his eyes. "I will send someone." Was all he said as he admitted the agents inside. Turning Nikki filled them in on their plan. Then half an hour later, there was another knock at the door announcing Ellana who was wearing Sybille Cartwright. Nikki then discussed the plan with her as the agents got changed back into their black suits. By 17:00 they were all set.


Alley Between Park Place and Murray Street, Civic Centre 17:25pm



Marianne Dufresne and Tatum Cooper, cleaners for Big Apple Cleaning Company sang along to Adele's 'Fire in the Rain' as they drove down a deserted Park Place on the way to the Federal Plaza. They were both lookers; Marianne with her long ginger locks tied into a long ponytail looped through her blue company baseball cap a red apple under crossed brushes, slightly squared freckled features and emerald green eyes. While Tatum Cooper in the passenger seat had supple tanned features, bright hazel eyes and raven coloured hair cut into a pixie cut under her baseball cap. The two other girls on their crew were new girl Naomi Dunn, a strikingly pretty Japanese American with short chestnut brown hair framing a heart shaped face and slanted brown eyes. And Nancy Foley with gentle rounded features, her strawberry blonde hair tied into a bun. They were all dressed in the uniform of the Big Apple Cleaning company; blue boiler suits with the company logo stitched on their left breasts and backs, white undershirts, laced black work boots and their baseball caps. As they came to an alley on their left, Marianne noticed a middle aged woman in a purple pantsuit standing in the middle of the road holding out her ID instructing them to pull into the alley.


"What do you suppose this is about?" She asked Tatum who merely shrugged. "I don't know but it must be important." Doing as she instructed, Marianne pulled the van into the alley stopping the engine. As the agent approached them the redhead wound her window down. "Excuse me, agent? What appears to be the problem? We are due to clean the server rooms at the FBI building." The woman cocked her head grinning. "You don't say. That's where my friends and I are going." Before the two girls could react the agent whipped out a strange silver plated gun, firing twice into the cab. The two cleaners let out pained squeaks as the electricity coursed through their petite bodies before they slumped unconscious in their seats. At the same moment, the vans side door opened. Naomi and Nancy held up their hands in fear. "No please don't-ugh!!" Nancy cried as she was cut down by a blast from L's stun pistol, next to her Naomi just froze whimpering before she was shot with a stun blast from M's weapon, falling unconscious on top of Nancy with a pained sigh. "Okay ladies, take your pick and be quick about it. Me I will take the blonde." Nikki appeared from the shadows, clutching N's laptop. "The cute red head is all mine, she's my size anyway." M walked next to her. "Dibs on the mixed race girl. Let's get this over with." Ellana had already climbed into the back, caressing Naomi's cheek. "I will assume this one's form, she is quite fetching." With their selections made the four got to work.


Within ten minutes, the group were getting dressed in the uniforms of the sleeping cleaners standing over their scantily clad taped and gagged bodies, or in Naomi's case completely naked, stashed in the vans back. Ellana having taken her sheer navy lace bralette and matching shorts exposing her small but cute slightly pointed A-cup breasts with puffy dark brown areolas, tiny womanhood with a thick trimmed strip of light brown hair and pert plum shaped buttocks. Marianne was left in her cream lace string one piece undergarment, Nancy in her red satin camisole and matching shorts while Tatum was clad only in her nude coloured underwired bra and thong. "Right we smuggle in N's laptop in this dustcart and they should be none the wiser." Nikki said placing the device in the trolley before hopping out the van getting into the passenger seat as Ellana took the wheel. Behind them, M closed the vans side door as L touched her ear piece. "Okay, P. Disguises acquired let's do this." Grinning Ellana pulled out of the alley towards the FBI field office.


The FBI Field Office, 20th Floor 17:45pm


Luckily for the group, there was a different receptionist on duty who didn't recognise the agents or Nikki. After being issued visitors passes the group were told to go up to the twentieth floor were the servers were located. Using their disguises they entered the service elevator, with Nikki wheeling the dustcart in which was hidden N's laptop. Following the signs on the walls, they entered the server room.


As Ellana and the agents busied themselves taking out their cleaning supplies to maintain their cover, Nikki took out N's laptop then activated her ear piece. " N we're in the server room and ready to go. What's next?" The young agent took a deep breath in reply. "Alright, find an external USB port on one of the servers and jack in my laptop." Walking over to the servers, Nikki did as N bade her. "Okay done, now what?" N cleared his throat. "Enter my password: #Gandalfisgreat2004." He said in a small voice as Nikki chuckled at his embarrassment, typing in his password. "Cute password but I'am partial to Lady Galadriel myself." There was a slight pause before N's laptop top whirred into life. "Okay. Stand back and watch the magic happen guys. I should have location for you, momentarily." Nikki shook her head laughed as she glanced at M who shook her head. "He is such a geek-ow, boss?!" Nikki and Ellana laughed as L slapped her upside the head. "That is for belittling the probie. Besides, The Lord of the Rings is a great trilogy. Before she could reply Nikki felt her earpiece crackle. "Wow! That was quick, N. You really are a wizard, what have you got?" N coughed slightly. "Please it was a walk in the park, both the Federal Reserve and Blue House had better encryption then this place. Anyway, it's office number 221B. Apparently it's an office of a retired agent." Nikki nodded her head. "Right, I will go take a look. Will let you know when I'm there." Taking out her phone, Nikki sent a quick text to Frank letting him now how close they were before turning to Ellana and the agents. "Okay, N got the office number; 221B. I will go check it out while you guys stay cleaning, it will be too suspicious if we all went and not act like cleaners. According to N it's an office belonging to a retired agent. Our guy obviously sent it there as a precaution." The two agents glanced at each other nervously as Ellana laid a hand on her arm. "Then why not delete the recording in the first place? Nikki be careful I have a bad feeling about this." Nikki lent in kissing her on her cheek. "I will be fine babe, back before you know it." She smiled before sweeping from the room. Sharing a glance with the agents, Ellana couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.


Office 221B 18:10pm


Deftly picking the lock, Nikki entered the office walking over to the open computer, taking a seat. "Alright, N I have reached the office. Give me the password for the computer." N paused for a moment. "Okay here goes, #05/06/1972 it's the agents birthday." Nikki types in the password gripping her fist as the password was accepted. "Thanks, N. I'am in. Right..." After clicking on the start menu, she found the 'my documents' tab, breathing a sigh of relief as she found the Rizzo recording. "It's here, N! Just like you said! Thank god! Wait there's more. Damn it, it looks like someone used this PC to access all the FBI records on the don and on his cronies. It looks like our mole gave Rizzo each and every file the FBI as on him. Recently." N took a deep breath. "According to this terminal most of the data requests where made by the retired account, except this one time. Someone used the wrong credentials..." There was a short pause. "Nikki. It was Special Agent Harrison, our very own Mr Squeaky Clean! He's the mole!" Nikki quickly took out her smartphone. "I have to call Frank." Dialling his number, Nikki was relieved to hear his voice. "Nikki! Are you alright?!" Nikki smiled "I'am uncle Frank. I have the name of the mole it's-" The sound of the door opening drew her attention. In front of her, Agent Bruce Harrison walked in doing a double take as he saw her.


"Well, well Sanderson. What a pleasant surprise, saves me having to look for you." He smirked drawing his Glock 17 pointing it at Nikki's chest. "Hang up the phone and get out of the chair now. Keep your hands where I can see them." Hanging up the phone, Nikki held up her hands walking around the desk. "Let me guess? You're here to get the audio file." Harrison nodded smugly. "Such a clever girl. The don wants it for himself. He wants to know exactly who was wearing the wire and ratted him out." Nikki straightened her back hiding the fear swelling in her breast. "So, why did you turn your back on your oath? Your duty? For money?" Harrison shook his head. "Now you sound like Frank, so self righteous and arrogant. I did what I did for my own ambition. 25 years I have spent groveling at that fool's feet and what did I get? Nothing! I should have been AD by now but no! I owe that pompous ass nothing and the FBI, next to nothing! The only one that I look out for is myself!" Nikki sneered unimpressed. "You remind me of my fucking ex partner. So what happens now, huh?" Harrison tightened the grip on his pistol. " Well by some miracle you have found that computer, it's really quite unfortunate. So now I will have to kill you. Luckily for me you've made my life easier, entering in that disguise you probably stole from a body. This way I'll say I went to this office for a title late night paperwork and stumbled upon an intruder. Fearing for my life, I killed her in self defence after all you came in armed. I will plant a gun to make it convincing. Time to die, you foolish little girl." He said levelling his sidearm. Nikki took a deep breath. No! It can't end like this! I'am going to die like dad. Please God, I don't usually pray but please. I don't want to die... Suddenly their was a crash as the door was kicked in and a flashbang thrown in. Before it went off, two shots rang out from the office.


The 20th Floor Breakroom Five minutes earlier


As they cleaned the empty breakroom, Ellana and the agents heard thumping from the cupboard followed by muffled screams. M opened the door to reveal a bound naked auburn haired woman, squirming pleading with them to free her. "Ellana? Who is this? Nikki didn't say anything about another." L asked as M made to loosen her gag. Ellana shrugged. "That's the DoJ agent I replaced this morning. I'am surprised no one found her yet. The FBI really needs to take more notice of their surroundings." As M untied the gag, the woman looked up at them. "Mmm-ho the hell are you, cleaners? Thank god! Some crazy woman attacked me and stole my clothes!" L rolled her eyes. "We don't have time for this! Let's just put her to sleep and let Paddy take care of it." Grinning evilly Ellana advanced on the woman, her hand extended like a blade. "Allow me!" The redhead reared back in fear. "What?! No wai-ugh!!" She let out a cute yelp as she keeled over unconscious on her side. After M reapplied the gag, L felt her earpiece crackle. "Yes N? What's the situation?"


"Um, guys! W-we have a serious problem. It's Nikki, she's been compromised. Really bad!" Came the nervous reply of N through their earpieces. "What do you mean compromised?! Out with it, human!" Cried Ellana as fear and concern trickled down her spine. N stammered. "It's the mole, Harrison. He's...uh... In the room with her and he might be armed." Ellana's blood ran cold, shaking her head frantically. "No, no please..." The agents glanced at her before N's voice was replaced by P's. "Linda, don't worry. I found a solution. When I noticed Harrison driving back to the office in the evening for no good reason, I called in some favours from some of my FBI contacts. There's an FBI tactical team on site, so you get outta there and leave it with them." That was then the door burst open, revealing three female FBI tactical agents who stormed in wearing green tactical jumpsuits, with black FBI tactical vests, combat boots and gloves. Their faces covered by black tactical helmets and balaclavas. They were all armed with M4A1 carbines with holographic sights and Beretta M9 sidearms. "There's been a terrorist incident, you to be evac-What the?" The lead agent, an African American said her voice trailing off as she saw the peculiar sight of three cleaners and a naked unconscious woman in the cupboard. Advancing quickly, Ellana neck chopped the woman to her right who went down with a pained squeak. Backing her up, M seized the lead agents rifle by barrel disarming the woman before ramming the gun into her face sending her sprawling to the ground unconscious on her back with a grunt. While L landed a thunderous right hook on the woman to the left, sending her into the wall where she slid down unconscious.


Ellana immediately rushed to the stricken agents side, stripping off her cleaning uniform. "I don't care what P says, I'am not leaving Nikki to the mercy of that bastard. You can either join me or flee." She said as she removed the agents balaclava and helmet, looking at a pretty heart shaped blonde woman with short honey blonde hair tied into a ponytail. Pulling her up by her tactical vest, she assumed her form with a kiss. Behind her M knelt beside the African American agent, stripping off her disguise. "Don't worry, Ellana. We are with you. I know what it's like to leave the one you love behind, but being powerless to do anything. You can count on us. " L, who was already in her underwear looked up from stripping an attractive brunette agent with braided pigtails. "We leave no one behind, woman or man." Ellana, wearing the face of Special Agent Peta Savage smiled as she began to strip the unconscious agent.


Within five minutes, the three of them were fully dressed in the agents tactical gear standing over the scantily clad taped and gagged athletic bodies of Agents Michonne Walker, the ebony skinned agent was dressed only in her cream coloured bra and matching thong. While Agent Sally Underwood was clad only in her white sports bra and matching boy shorts. Agent Savage was completely naked, Ellana having taken her laced blue cropped camisole and bikini shorts, the agents well formed C-cup breasts with dark pink perky areolas, small clean shaven clitoris and bubble buttocks on full display. After they dragged the naked agents into the cupboard with the redheaded DoJ agent, L handed Ellana a rifle. "Let's go get our girl." Shouldering the crude human weapon, Ellana smiled as they swept from the room.


20th Floor corridor near Office 221B


As the three jogged towards Nikki's location, they heard two shots rang out from further down the hall. "Nikki!" Ellana cried as the three picked up the pace running through corridors until they came to the scene, the area around the office swarming with agents. Agent Harrison himself was being led away in cuffs by two FBI tactical agents, as a gurney emerged from the office with an unconscious Nikki laying prone pushed by two paramedics. Ellana felt tears welling up as she saw the human she loved, She is the one! My life mate! Oh goddess Nikki... her beautiful form marred by a wound grazing her head and shoulder pierced by a wet red hole. L walked up to a nearby agent. "What's the situation?" She asked him as Nikki was rushed past them down the hall. "We arrested the mole but he got the girl that was with him, she's on her way to the hospital but thankfully she got lucky. One bullet grazed her head while the other is just a flesh wound. She'll live." Ellana breathed deeply as L walked back towards them. Thank the goddess but I have to see her... M turned to her. "Come on Ellana. Let's get of here before we get discovered." Falling in beside the agents, Ellana made her way out of the FBI her mind seething with thoughts. All of them about Nikki.


Task Force Ellana Tech Van 18:30pm


Ellana rocked slightly, full of worry as she heard the sound of rain clattering on the roof of the van. L sat down opposite her, sliding her a cup of coffee. "You love her don't you? I can see in your eyes." Ellana looked up shaking slightly as she took the coffee. "Yes, but it's more than what you know of love. She's my lifemate!" Standing behind L, M fixed her with a curious luck. "What's a lifemate, princess." Ellana didn't answer but instead sipped her coffee. "Can we extend the truce? I have to visit Nikki. I need to know she's safe." She said in a choked voice as L smiled. "Of course, Ellana. We can even give you a lift there if you want." Behind them, N wheeled around his chair. "Nikki's been taken to the Lower New York Presbyterian Hospital, it's not far from here." M chuckled shaking her head. "The universe as a weird sense of irony. We caught you there once, it's where we first met Nikki..." Her voice trailed off as they thought about Nikki. "Thank you, I accept your offer." That was when P walked in, a pile of women's clothes under his arm.


"Here. You can't go to the hospital dressed in SWAT gear, not unless you want to cause a public panic." He said handing Ellana an outfit of flannel shirt, tank top, jeans and sneakers. "These are exactly this forms size. How do you know?" She asked accepting the clothes. P grinned. "Who do you think redresses your victims? These two? Let's just say I have an eye for women's clothes sizes." He winked at L who grinned back. Thanking him, Ellana went to the back to change. As she got changed, Ellana sighed as the rain fell harder. I will be by your side soon, Nikki. I have so much to tell you, but we must be ready for when this truce ends...

A fascinating and action backed chapter!

I actually liked the fact we got to see a lot of usage of the stun pistols. First we get the take out of Patience and Jacinta. Love the way M never even gives the woman a chance to see the danger and just shots her in the back. Great description "The redhead let out a pained grunt as the electricity flowed across her body causing her to slump unconscious over her garbage bag onto the pavement." Then poor Jacinta never has a chance to react and gets shot right in her breasts.

Funny too that M had had already met Patience. I also really liked the way the two agents chatted away about M's relationship issues while stripping the two unconscious women. Prefect example of the detachment they have.

Then we get the wonderful scene with the cleaners. In fast succession, four women taking out with stun blasts. Another great descriptions: "The two cleaners let out pained squeaks as the electricity coursed through their petite bodies before they slumped unconscious in their seats." and "Naomi and Nancy held up their hands in fear. "No please don't-ugh!!" Nancy cried as she was cut down by a blast from L's stun pistol, next to her Naomi just froze whimpering before she was shot with a stun blast from M's weapon, falling unconscious on top of Nancy with a pained sigh."

The stun pistol really is a great tool. Basically sending a massive electrical charge through a woman's body to knock her out.

Also liked Ellana's quick work of the dancer and waitress at the strip club. Love to picture Ruby and Jamie in their sexy outfits getting the pinch. I very much liked the description with Jamie "Jaime felt a hand grabbing her throat drawing her up off the bowl. Unable to scream, the panicking Jaime felt a slight pinch either side of her neck. Her mewling abruptly turned into an aroused pained moan as she slumped unconscious into her attackers grip. Her final sensation was being lowered back onto the bowl, legs spread wide."

And of course loved Ellana's comment to Ruby "A most filthy habit but useful for me. Nighty night, sweet thing."

Great stuff in a overall amazing action packed chapter!

meditions142 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 12:02 pm A fascinating and action backed chapter!

I actually liked the fact we got to see a lot of usage of the stun pistols. First we get the take out of Patience and Jacinta. Love the way M never even gives the woman a chance to see the danger and just shots her in the back. Great description "The redhead let out a pained grunt as the electricity flowed across her body causing her to slump unconscious over her garbage bag onto the pavement." Then poor Jacinta never has a chance to react and gets shot right in her breasts.

Funny too that M had had already met Patience. I also really liked the way the two agents chatted away about M's relationship issues while stripping the two unconscious women. Prefect example of the detachment they have.

Then we get the wonderful scene with the cleaners. In fast succession, four women taking out with stun blasts. Another great descriptions: "The two cleaners let out pained squeaks as the electricity coursed through their petite bodies before they slumped unconscious in their seats." and "Naomi and Nancy held up their hands in fear. "No please don't-ugh!!" Nancy cried as she was cut down by a blast from L's stun pistol, next to her Naomi just froze whimpering before she was shot with a stun blast from M's weapon, falling unconscious on top of Nancy with a pained sigh."

The stun pistol really is a great tool. Basically sending a massive electrical charge through a woman's body to knock her out.

Also liked Ellana's quick work of the dancer and waitress at the strip club. Love to picture Ruby and Jamie in their sexy outfits getting the pinch. I very much liked the description with Jamie "Jaime felt a hand grabbing her throat drawing her up off the bowl. Unable to scream, the panicking Jaime felt a slight pinch either side of her neck. Her mewling abruptly turned into an aroused pained moan as she slumped unconscious into her attackers grip. Her final sensation was being lowered back onto the bowl, legs spread wide."

And of course loved Ellana's comment to Ruby "A most filthy habit but useful for me. Nighty night, sweet thing."

Great stuff in a overall amazing action packed chapter!

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you enjoyed this chapter!


Indeed, the MiBs stun pistols haven't been featured much in the series or with multiple uses. So I thought that it was about time they got their due. The take out of the baristas was very fun to write and it shows that our agents do not mess around, particularly when they are in a hurry. After all there was no way they could take the baristas down close range, so out come the pistols. And both cuties never stood a chance.


It's this detachment that's starting to bother M a little, perhaps even scare her. L herself is an old marine and while she doesn't like what she as to do, she doesn't dwell on it and distance herself from their actions. Bringing up M's relationship with V was perhaps her clumsy way of trying to focus M, while remaining detached but the younger agent is having even more doubts. It's made it worse that M had met Patience only yesterday, so the guilt was very raw.


Now the cleaner takeout was my favourite group takeout. Not only showcasing the power of the stun pistols, but our heroines skill at welding them to great effect. Our poor cleaners had no reason to suspect they were being led into a trap, after all you can trust an FBI agent right? Nikki herself hung back reflecting that she definitely is not prepared to shoot an unarmed woman and steal her uniform. Well, not yet at any rate.


Writing Ellana's infiltration of the strip club was perhaps my favourite sequence in the story, has we get to see Ellana steal two very sexy outfits from two very hot girls. Jaime's outfit was inspired by the outfit what X-23 stole off an unfortunate cocktail waitress in the #23 Venom comic book. And the fact that Ellana took out both girls in quick succession, without raising attention just goes to show just how much an expert she as at her craft. You just can't beat a classic Ellana toilet takedown! And the fun part was she blended in quite well, serving drinks without making a single mistake.


Definitely, Ellana can't really argue when women like Ruby make themselves targets to fuel their addiction, thus making her job all the more easier. Where would infiltrators like her be without the cute but clueless woman that needs a solo cigarette break?


Thanks again! The concluding part of Nikki Vs The Mob, will be no less action packed! We will see more use of the stun pistols and Ellana as we've never seen her before! As Don Rizzo strikes back in desperation putting Nikki's life in peril.

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 12:34 pm
Indeed, the MiBs stun pistols haven't been featured much in the series or with multiple uses. So I thought that it was about time they got their due. T

Now the cleaner takeout was my favourite group takeout. Not only showcasing the power of the stun pistols, but our heroines skill at welding them o great effect.

What I think I love most about the stun pistols is their so wonderfully efficient. One minute a woman is standing there minding her own business totally unaware of any danger. The next she is hit with a glowing blue energy ball, feels a sharp pain, and then is rendered unconscious.

I can't recall if we learn it on prior chapters, but who long does the stun blast leave the women its used on unconscious?

meditions142 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 12:54 pm

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 12:34 pm
Indeed, the MiBs stun pistols haven't been featured much in the series or with multiple uses. So I thought that it was about time they got their due. T

Now the cleaner takeout was my favourite group takeout. Not only showcasing the power of the stun pistols, but our heroines skill at welding them o great effect.

What I think I love most about the stun pistols is their so wonderfully efficient. One minute a woman is standing there minding her own business totally unaware of any danger. The next she is hit with a glowing blue energy ball, feels a sharp pain, and then is rendered unconscious.

I can't recall if we learn it on prior chapters, but who long does the stun blast leave the women its used on unconscious?

Indeed and very accurate as well. Designed to induce unconsciousness in the target as quickly as possible. Originally designed by the MiB to bring in a fugitive, non lethally our agents have since adapted them for use on human targets as well.


The stun blast, which is adapted from alien technology isn't as powerful as say the SI's shock pistols but can leave a woman unconscious for at least a couple of hours. Enough time for our agents to steal their clothes and for P to follow up with neuraylsing them. In the case of the Baristas, their uniforms were returned to them and P wiped their memories.


Of course, Ellana will make sure that the pistol that she was given doesn't end up back in MiB hands.

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 1:10 pm
The stun blast, which is adapted from alien technology isn't as powerful as say the SI's shock pistols but can leave a woman unconscious for at least a couple of hours. Enough time for our agents to steal their clothes and for P to follow up with neuraylsing them. I

This really is a perfect example of the MiB team being cold and calculating and not caring about what they have to do. Here they have no qualms about blasting the women with a stun blast that knocks them out then using their other MiB technology to wipe their memories.

meditions142 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 1:23 pm

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 1:10 pm
The stun blast, which is adapted from alien technology isn't as powerful as say the SI's shock pistols but can leave a woman unconscious for at least a couple of hours. Enough time for our agents to steal their clothes and for P to follow up with neuraylsing them. I

This really is a perfect example of the MiB team being cold and calculating and not caring about what they have to do. Here they have no qualms about blasting the women with a stun blast that knocks them out then using their other MiB technology to wipe their memories.

Indeed, their main objective here to assist Nikki with her mission to track down Rizzo's mole and to make sure Ellana doesn't go overboard. The welfare of the women they take out, strip and later neuralyse comes secondary to that. Another example of that is the discovery scene with Elizabeth, L even comments that Ellana should just put her to sleep and leave her to P. Of course Ellana is happy to do that, since they risk exposure. It just shows that for team MiB, the mission comes first and foremost.


It's a stark contrast with Ellana, who is trying to show a little compassion towards her victims. Which is largely down to Nikki's influence. But still even in this case, the mission and Nikki's life was all that mattered.

Stormtrooper1990 wrote: Mon Jul 29, 2024 1:10 pm
The stun blast, which is adapted from alien technology isn't as powerful as say the SI's shock pistols but can leave a woman unconscious for at least a couple of hours.

Definitely impressed by the stun pistols. While it might not last as long as the SI tech, it is obviously powerful as it will knock the woman out for a couple of hours.

Epilogue Rizzo Villa 18:30pm


Madame Black, a sultry middle aged woman of Mexican descent strode the corridor towards the Dons study. As she approached, an olive skinned man armed with an MPK submachine gun barred her path. I could easily take this joker, crush his windpipe with a single blow, but that wouldn't endear much to Rizzo. Besides, he's always paid well. "I'am expected. Please move aside." She said with a hint of menace. The bodyguard touched his earwig nodding. "Yes, Signor Rizzo will see you now." Standing aside, he opened the large wooden door to admit her.


There seated behind his desk smoking a large cigarette, was the small but imposing Don Carmine Rizzo. "Madame Black. A pleasure as always, make yourself at home." He said puffing on his cigar, gesturing to the chair opposite him. Black took the proffered chair, helping herself to some of the Don's own vintage. "I have a little...pest problem I need taken care of. Usually this is something i would entrust to a few good men." Black ignored the stress he put into the word, she had known him long enough to tolerate his mysigonistic bullshit. Taking a sniff of the red wine, she allowed him to continue. "But this I fear will need a woman's touch. My friend in the FBI has got himself caught trying to do me a good turn. But he was able to give me a name of the skirt, a little piglet no less, who invaded my home, assaulted my daughter my own flesh and blood, and intruded on my private affairs. Reaching into his desk, he slid a dossier over the table. Black took it, taking a gulp of the sweet red wine.


"A pretty little thing isn't she this Nikki Sanderson? Says here she's a rookie cop." Black said as she poured over the doseier. The Don lent back taking a drag on his cigar. "Is that a problem, Madame Black? You've always come through for me." Black shook her head. "No not at all. But I want double our usual fee. Killing cops makes people nervous and brings a lot of heat." The Don lent forward. "Money is no object!" He sais slamming his palm on the desk. "I want this little pig crossed off by midnight. My guy got her good, winged her so she should be easy pickings. They are taking her to Lower Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital for treatment." Black took another gulp of the red wine, feeling the fruity aftertaste in the back of her throat. "Hospital is quite public. How shall we handle this? Kill all witnesses." Rizzo sighed. "Like I said I want a deft touch. Not a hospital massacre on the nightly news. That will draw to much attention. The only skirt I want dead is Sanderson. But keep everyone else alive if you can." Black finished her wine before rising to her feet. "It will be done, Signor Rizzo. Sanderson won't live to see the next sunrise. My girls and I will see to it." Tucking the dossier under her arms, Black swept from the study as Rizzo lent back in his armchair blowing a huge smoke ring.