In deep cover (Bodysuit Caption)

 

Sgt. Jimena Mendoza looked at herself in the mirror, ready to head out to her shift. She worked in the local branch of the border control, and while she wasn't one of the main people, she did play her part. After all, being in charge of recording who crossed was helpful, and she consequently was subtly an important employee in this particular department. It was a position that she'd earned throughout the last several years, but somewhat surprisingly she'd turned down offers to be promoted to much more lucrative and cozy positions. To the other officers at the station, this was odd, but if there was anybody else who thought she was mad for being where she was, they kept that to themselves. However, unbeknownst to them, and it would explain why this was the way it was, she wasn't actually Jimena Mendoza.

The agency had long kept Agent Falk undercover to keep an eye on movement in the city, and it was time to finally reap the benefits of that. Tonight would be when they'd be moving material and people, and they needed a friendly eye to ensure they'd be impeded. Enter "Sgt. Mendoza", who'd be able to pull strings that the drop would go off without a hitch. But, until then, her responsibility would be to keep her head down and play the role of an average customs officer in a relatively quiet station. Underneath the uniform, Falk was snug inside the bodysuit and raring to go; she'd gotten so used to the extra padding inside that it was going to be strange once this particular disguise wasn't needed. There was only one thing left to do before heading out: checking the mask. Falk thought that everything was in order, but she didn't spend years undercover without being properly paranoid, thus she conducted one last review. It was a bit bittersweet as far as she was concerned, as if everything went well, this would likely be the last time she donned the Mendoza guise. However, agents got over that attachment to their undercover personas quickly, so that feeling was fleeting. Now satisfied with the guise, it was time for her to get the show on the road.

 

 

 

 

Cover guise dossiers (Bodysuit Caption)

Welcome back, agent. We've prepared dossiers to help you with your potential covers.

 

  

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Second TBC special line (Bodysuit Caption)

 

 

The Bodysuit Company is proud to announce the results of a further collaboration with Blackwood Incorporated: the Cheerleader. Intended for situations where agents have to go undercover in collegiate and professional settings, the suit will render the person incognito while in deep cover. After all, what better way to surreptitiously embed an agent into the social group of a VIP's kid than by being a popular cheerleader? Of course, the suit comes with built-in features to help the agent underneath: you'll be kept cool underneath no matter what even as your strength is augmented, to match your cover. In short, you'll be in good hands with our technology.

 

 

 

Matron of disguises (Bodysuit Caption)

 

Standing in the walkway of the posh resort, Agent Locke was reflecting on his latest assignment. Once again, he had been called in to go undercover, but what was different this time was that he was in charge of protecting somebody. It did give him a chance to hone his disguise skills in a different way. Despite that, he was a bit nervous given that the French right-wing extremist group Lumière Rouge (who had the charming motto of "Nous saignons en rouge véritable car nous sommes la lumière des cieux", or "We bleed true red for we are the light of the heaven's might") was threatening to make a move on the resort where, as the matron, he was in charge of. No pressure, right? He mentally shook off those thoughts, as the agency trusted him with a mission of this caliber for a very good reason: he made the seemingly-impossible become possible.

This faith was needed, as Patrice Devereaux's daughter Adelaide was entrusted to Locke's watchful, disguised eye. Nobody needed to tell him that letting a fairly senior French politician's daughter be killed, much less kidnapped, at the hands of the right, would be the end of his time at the agency. Thus, he was given much more leeway in order to make sure the Secretary of Defense and his daughter would emerge unscathed. He even had Agent Bennett there as backup (which was a relief; they'd worked together in the past and knew they could count on each other), but being some of the agency's best spies, they wouldn't know who was in what disguise until they rendezvoused. 

Despite the pressure, Locke relished his cover. Was it similar to others he'd been assigned? No, but again, it was his chance to leave a tangible imprint. As Ms. Meredith Sutcliffe, he was in charge of helping young socialites learn how to behave as well as preparing them for the high social circles they would be returning to. Not only did his education from years ago pay off, but it gave him a chance to suss out any potential dangers to the resort-cum-private school. He hadn't expected to enjoy spending time with these rich young adults, but there was something about them that was oddly charming. Even Adelaide Devereaux was nicer than he had expected, which admittedly was probably because he didn't know what to originally expect from the daughter of the Secretary of Defense. His task was made easier because he had all the information about where she would be, and from there he was able to steer her around from the shadows.

This all paid off in the end, as not only did the group fail to make a move, but they didn’t even breach the premises. With Ms. Sutcliffe's influence, the city was alerted about a situation with a deranged stalker for one of the socialites; could they please take steps to ensure her safety? Consequently, the police were called upon, after some diplomatic explanations, to find the man. Another concern that was raised was that the man might be a bit violent, so the police were alerted. This was proven to be correct, as he and his associates were detained after trying to break into a dormitory. In a call to Ms. Sutcliffe, the mayor expressed his condolences for how shocking things might have been for her, as well as assuring her that the police officers quickly moved to secure the premises. However, they were Agency agents, in disguise, that were specially picked to handle the LR members. 

Hanging up after the mayor called, the headmistress was finally able to breathe easily. Her pupils (especially Adelaide) were unscathed, and her institution's sanctity was preserved. There were tense moments where she was, not that she'd have let people known, deathly afraid of the consequences, but everything had gone to plan. And now in the privacy of the office, she reached at the back of her neck to remove the mask, revealing a thoroughly relieved Agent Locke. He set the mask down on the oak desk as he let his superiors know that everything was good to go. It wasn't the easiest mission he'd been on, but at least he could now celebrate another job well done!

 

Infiltrating the facility (Bodysuit Caption)

 

 

"Good morning, Agent, welcome back. I've called you in today because we have a new assignment for you. First of all, take this."

As she sat down to face her boss, Agent Farrell took the ID card that was presented to her.

"I've always wanted to be a Natasha," she said, with a wry grin. "What does Ms. Forte do that I should know about?"

"I'm glad you asked that. She's a new researcher at Swift Industries, with medium level clearance. This is important because we believe the company is dabbling in bioweapons. Of course to the public they're the quote-unquote 'noble champions of health', but we've received intel to prove otherwise."

"Understood. Where do I come in?"

"Your mission is to infiltrate and find information that proves their intention to either develop or sell their side-products. Do what you must, but maintaining your cover is of the utmost importance."

Farrell nodded. 

"Is there anything else you can tell me about this facility? If we know they're producing bioweapons, I'd imagine they've got some extra security."

With a grim smile, her boss responded. "The Siren Agency has been hired to provide their muscle."

"Christ, those guys? All our encounters with them have proven they're...unscrupulous. Why would such a reputable pharmaceutical company hire a security firm that's known for their 'shoot first, ask questions later' approach?"

"That, Farrell, is why your mission is so vital. We're counting on you to shed some light onto that partnership. Now, if you're ready, your documents and tools are waiting for you."

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Months later, at the Swift Industries headquarters.

In bright, spacious labs, workers were buzzing around their stations, helping to ensure that one of the world's largest pharma companies would maintain that status. However, outside the main laboratory, only one of these researchers went against the flow. Falling in line with a few of her colleagues, she blended in with them until they rounded the corner to the break room, where she split off. Looking around to make sure nobody noticed her, she power walked towards the basement, which was not where she had clearance for. 

Once the coast was clear, the lab worker swiped her card to the Biochemicals Research Department. The moment she stepped inside and saw that nobody was there, she locked the door then disabled the cameras inside, before hurrying to carry out her task. Cursing under her breath, she searched on the computers until finally, she found what she was looking for. Despite the shocking implication of the data tucked away on the secure server, she wasn't surprised by what she saw.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the rumors were true."

She plugged in a USB stick.

"Thankfully I can do something about that. Time to.."

Before she could complete that thought, the doors opened. In rushed a very angry security guard, gun pointed at her.

"Step away from the computer!"

To his surprise, she smiled.

"I repeat," came the bellow, "Step. Away. From. The. Computer!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't comply. Plus, you're in my way out of this place."

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As she strolled out of the facility for the last time, Agent Farrell chucked aside her company badge into a nearby hedge. She didn't think she was being followed, but her training automatically kicked in; it would have been a shame to have taken down an entire squad of hired goons in order to escape only to be taken out on the way out due to negligence. Fortunately for her, she was in the clear as she walked over to the awaiting car. While she threw her white lab coat into the back of the Audi, Agent Locke's familiar voice greeted her.

"Did you clear out your desk?"

"You know me, Locke. I'm always thorough," came her reply.

"Oh, I know--I trust you. Just had to ask, you know, in case." Farrell waved her hands in acknowledgement as Locke continued on. "Speaking, now that you don't work for Swift Industries anymore, you can take off the mask."

"Thought you'd never ask! Think our tech division will be happy to see my face again?"

 

 

 

In place of the ambassador (Bodysuit Caption)

 

In the comfort of her safehouse, Agent Bennett was getting ready. Compared to her previous missions, this was even more urgent: the protection of an ambassador from a radical group. Apparently, Ambassador Louisa Hughes had angered a fringe group of radicals through her negotiations with the government, and intelligence revealed that as soon as she was going to be leaving her residence, they'd ambush the convoy. Thankfully, the ambassador was cooperating from the safety of an undisclosed location, and that's where Bennett came in.

Making sure his bodysuit was in order, Bennett took it out of the secret space in the closet; it was a rush job, but Ambassador Hughes gave it her blessing once she saw it. As she put it on, she thought that, at the risk of jinxing things, this assignment was something she craved. Going undercover was what she was good at and thoroughly enjoyed, but thwarting an assassination attempt? This was exactly the change of pace that was needed. Once the suit was zipped up, she reached back into the closet for the mask. A brief sense of elation struck her before quickly subsiding, and with the ever-satisfying sound of the mask being put on, she now was the ambassador; she did feel powerful in this guise, and that was a confidence boost that would truly go a long way. She scrutinized herself in the mirror, making sure the potential assassins wouldn't suspect something was amiss, before giving the fellow agents the all-clear signal. Via a secret tunnel, they took him to the waiting caravan.

"Madam Ambassador, are you ready?" asked one of the security guards.

Looking around, Bennett answered, "Absolutely. Let them come--we can handle them. For now, though, I have a job to do."

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Once safely ensconced in a safe room in the embassy, Bennett was extremely satisfied with what had happened. Thanks to previously-acquired intel, all the agents knew that the group would likely be blasting the caravan with gunfire, as they wanted to "send a message to the American pigs that they should not try to help the country's government". Other embedded agents were consequently able to discern what routes and weaponry that would be used to carry out the attack, and as such, the security detail had zero issues mitigating things. Before she could relive the recent events in all their glory, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Good job there, Agent Bennett, we can't thank you enough."

She turned around and lo and behold, the real ambassador was standing in front of her. 

"Madam Ambassador, the pleasure was all mine. I'm glad we can keep you safe and sound."

"You and your fellow agents were absolute professionals. I do believe that we'll be in touch in the future. But, before we can discuss that, I think it's time for you to get changed. We wouldn't want to cause too much confusion out there, would we?"

Smiling to herself as she watched Ambassador Hughes walk away, Bennett reflected on the job well done.

Choosing the cover, part three (Bodysuit Caption)

 We're sorry to have to call both you in, but we're still shorthanded, unfortunately. In the time since I last called you in, you've dismantled arms trafficking, found us precious intelligence, and have personally overseen the growth of our branches across the world. Agent Farrell, I believe you're familiar with Agent Bernard? Well, you two are the best who aren't currently on a mission, so you'll be working closely. Now, it's time to let you know what your covers will be.

Starting us off is "Madame Lim", aka one of Singapore's most infamous brothel owners. As you both are aware of, there's been a lot of dirty money thrown around, and we've traced the source to the Triads. One of you can make headway into getting precious intel on their movements if you take this. If you need to play a bit dirty, we will look the other way.

Next up is an up-and-coming fashion model from Ireland. Don't worry, thanks to previous agents, "Fiona's" career trajectory has been established, so this guise will bring you some clout. All you need to do is to carry the torch and your cover will remain intact.

 

 Daughter of a Brazilian businessman, Gabriela Silva is following in his footsteps. Calm, cool, and most of all, refined, she has associates eating out of her hand. Because of her success, she expects luxury; it shouldn't need to be said that in this role, you should not get too comfortable. If anything, you'd have contacts (including our undercover agents already there in Sao Paulo) to draw upon to see what shipments are and aren't coming in.

Mary Pearson is a nurse who works with Doctors Without Borders. While a challenging cover that will push your skills, it will enable you to visit conflict zones. Both of you understand that you will be limited to what you're able to do given this disguise. 

Should both of you want to team up with DWB, the other can suit up as Pearson's colleague Nehal Ramasingh. Her skills are higher, but she hasn't had as much experience working in more extreme situations.

If you want something younger with more freedom to move around, here's Lesley Gonzalez, an exchange student. Due to the nature of the guise, we advise you to change where you're studying abroad from (and keep the story straight). However, she can be either Puerto Rican, Venezuelan, or Peruvian based off of the pre-documents.

With a more formal cover, we can offer Dr. Olga Sursova. Doctor to the stars, confidante of all, she's a "Russian" that hears a lot of juicy gossip. Thanks to a previous agent, we've learned that some Hollywood people have been mixed up with less savory people, so it would be up to you to keep the information flowing.

Gentlemen, we'll be honest. We need somebody to observe happenings in the Middle East. We do have a suit, in the form of Tabia "Goddess of the Nile" Mahmoud. She nominally is a singer, but because of her appeal, plenty Egyptian Army officers drop by. As her, you would have to wring out information by whatever means available. 

Finally, the last option is the contemporary painter Arlette Harrison, from The Bronx. It may not be as complex as the other options we have for you, but art can open up doors other professions cannot.

Now that you've gotten your identities, make your way to the Preparation Room and get your gear ready. There is a lot at stake, but all of us at the agency are counting on you. Make us proud, gentlemen.

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Part two: https://conesysworks.blogspot.com/2022/03/chosing-cover-again-bodysuit-caption.html

Part one: https://conesysworks.blogspot.com/2022/03/chosing-cover-bodysuit-caption.html 

Chosing the cover, again (Bodysuit Caption)

Welcome back, Agent Farrell. Your skills are in demand yet again, and we've prepared another set of potential disguises for you to use. As usual, you can find the dossiers about them in the briefing room. So, which one will you pick?

 

 

Sadhana Sirasikar, aged 43, is a nanny hired from India. What people don't know is that in "her" free time, she collects data from the clients who hire her; it's the perfect way to sneak information out and in.

 

Regina King is everybody's favorite motivational speaker. Worldwide, people tune in to hear her guide others with her wisdom, but what they don't know is that she never actually existed. Having events gives her an excuse to go to a wide variety of places, which you can used to your advantage. After all, who could turn her down?

 

You might like this one, Farrell. Here is Leyla Ayoub, aged 35, who owns a recruiting company based in Paris. Naturally, this company of hers is one of our many holdings, where agents can come and go. We have enough faith in you to help run this center, should you wish to choose so.

 

Viktoria is a high-class escort. Going as her, you would be able to work your way into parties where a lot of our targets mingle to be seen. We can plant the rumors of her expertise should you choose this identity.

Are you keeping up with your technological jargon? We have this guise, Tara Walt, a new player onto the tech scene. The agency has invested money into innovation, and it would be a perfect way to meet with other leaders, including those we suspect are harboring less peaceful ideas for the world. "Tara" is the CEO of her startup, so whatever direction you decide to take it in, just reminder the agency is behind it.

 

 

Finally, we have the streamer and cosplayer Mimi Chen. As with many celebrities these days, she went viral and has since parlayed that into making appearances across the world. If you take on this disguise, she's always got her phone with her, which does give you the cover in case you need to upload information.

 

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Sequel to this: https://conesysworks.blogspot.com/2022/03/chosing-cover-bodysuit-caption.html

Chosing the cover (Bodysuit Caption)

 Welcome aboard, agent. Today we're establishing your cover, and we have some mock up of the aliases ready for you. It will be up to you to pick who you want to be, as we will be creating both your documents and bodysuit once you do so. And don't worry, each of the suits comes with a voice modulator so you do not have to worry about the accent. Happy choosing, agent.

Ana Ramirez, 38. Originally from Cartagena, Colombia now living and teaching in London.

This is Tiffany Washington, aged 33. Travel blogger based out of Atlanta. Her cover would enable you to ask questions about different destinations.

Maryam Hashempour, 31. She is an Iranian-American businesswoman who often travels to meet partners (we can get our other agents to cover for you). Young and ambitious, she knows what she wants.

Next we have Luciana Battistoni, 42. Actress from Italy. If needed, we can doctor video to maintain your cover as well as give you credibility.

Sumati Kapoor, aged 27, is an Indian beauty influencer-turned-TV hostess. She parlayed her follower count into a gig leading up and coming shows back in her "homeland"; we can always get some of our Indian-based agents to help solidify this guise. This is similar to the Tiffany Washington guise, but on the other hand you might have more freedom playing up her fame.

Erin Neill is an airline stewardess. Based in Cape Town, the 37 year old has traveled over the world, and in particular, she loves to get engaged in the local cultures.

 

 At 25, Minji Cho is a Korean national who works as an auditor in an international company.  It takes her to destinations, which to the average eye are innocuous enough, but our interests are where she tends to travel to for "work".

A third inspection (Bodysuit Caption)

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"Thank you for that information, but as it turns out, you've got more problems on your hands."

"What? What do you mean?"

The blonde woman stepped aside, letting DEA agents into the apartment.

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Once the surprise raid was complete, the busty, blonde inspector made her way back to her office, where she was met by her superior. 

"Well Pavlenko," came the greeting, "You've done a lot of fantastic work for us."

She smiled back.

"I do my best. Plus, it's hard not to feel inspired when you're in a suit like this."

"Without a doubt. However, we do feel that your time in it has run down. People have gotten too familiar with this inspector, and there's no more element of surprise."

The agent's face betrayed no emotion as they responded.

"Understood. So you're asking me to retire this persona, then."

"Think of it as a nudge towards your next one. You've done well as 'Inspector Pavlenko', but we need you to keep everybody on their toes. When you're ready, see me in my office for your next cover."

With that, their boss walked away, leaving the agent to savor the last moments of being the blonde "inspector from the Department of Health". Eventually, they headed to the locker room, where they repeated the now-ingrained pattern of unsuiting. First came the tight-fitting clothes' removal, then once the inspector was naked, the mask came off, followed by the unzipping of the suit. Unlike previous assignments, the mask and suit would go in storage, instead of the locker. With a bittersweet grin, they picked up the empty mask and admired it. Agents don't normally think much about their guises, but here, they took some time to look back and reflect on the adventures of the beautiful "inspector". From busting drug rings (the Carrasco case, in particular) to conducting undercover sweeps, this suit had been through it all--it was one of the best disguises the agency had. In a way, this was also significant for the agent given how much time was spent as one Inspector Opal Pavlenko; once undercover you had to live and breathe the guise, and, like in this situation, it was a difficult adjustment. Finally, the inevitable came: walking into the props room and handing everything over. With one final glance, the agent looked back at the badge and, as they turned it in, they smiled.

"Well, it was one hell of a run, but I hope this won't be the last I see of you."

 

 

More undercover inspections (Bodysuit Caption)

After making two calls to his partners, assuring them everything was in order and that their "special" shipments were topnotch, Diego stepped outside, happy with how that went. Not only that, but it was a lovely day in the park, and he saw an attractive, buxom, blonde woman. Much to his delight, he noticed that she was definitely walking towards him, and seeing her sashay in that elegant silver dress giving him plenty of ideas how it'd look next to his bed. He was about to think of something flirty to say, as a prelude to maybe seeing if she would give him her number, but she beat him to the punch.

"Diego Carrasco?"

"Uh, yeah. That's me," he answered, confused as to how she knew his name. "What, uh, can I help you with? And how do you know my name?"

The woman reached into her jacket and pulled out something.

"I'm Inspector Pavlenko, from the county's Department of Health. We wanted to talk to you about your business."

Uh oh, he thought. Keeping his composure, he responded.

"Sure, what can I help you with? I don't know what exactly you want to know, but I'll try to help you out."

The woman, to her credit, smiled to try to put him at ease.

"You know, your employees mentioned that you like to come here when things are quieter; I can see why. I take it you're an aficionado of the outdoors?"

"Yeah, um, I like to get out when I can. Definitely helps clear my mind. You know how it is, got lots of paperwork and suppliers to deal with. So, I need to clear my head from being in the office."

The inspector nodded in understanding.

"I know what you mean. Getting to travel to places always beats doing those tedious reports."

There was a small pause. By now, Diego was prepared to hear what the woman had to say, but he felt a bit unnerved by the lack of emotion on her face. No matter, he knew he could deal with whatever administrative garbage she'd throw at him; she looked like one of the many women he'd had, and it would be too easy to manipulate her.

"We've been getting complaints about your business. In particular, people in this neighborhood have reported some funny smells. So, I have to ask, but can you tell me if you think your store might be producing them?"

"Oh really? We at BodyPrime make sure that all of our supplements meet the FDA's standards," came the confident answer. Diego was irked by her insinuation. "So, if you don't mind, miss, I would like to get back to work. And, I want to let you know, we keep our store in pristine condition. Your feedback is definitely incorrect."

"Right, I understand. We just wanted to make sure that people didn't smell, say, cocaine around your premises," she shrugged, nonchalantly. "We can chalk that up to the city, eh? People always overthink things."

He breathed a sigh of relief as the inspector turned to go, but his optimism was misplaced. Looking at him as if she just had remembered something, she spoke up.

"By the way, speaking as somebody who works in the government, I just wanted to help you out with a piece of friendly advice. Given how we live in a big city where there's people of all backgrounds and stories, you never know when, say, somebody who might look like a drug dealer turns out to be a nice guy. I know I always have to try not to judge a book by its cover, if you know what I mean."

"What's...that supposed to mean?" came the shocked reply. She couldn't actually know the truth, could she?

"Oh, nothing much. I just meant that for your clientele, you shouldn't be surprised if you get some people who aren't your "typical" customers. Plus," she gestured around, "it's a nice city. People want to be able to sleep in their beds at night without any bad things happening around them. Anyways, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you for your time."

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Once her meeting with him ended, Inspector Pavlenko walked around the corner, passing by BodyPrime with only a quick glance. However, she didn't go back to her office as expected--she ducked into an alley, after making sure nobody was around. Good, she thought, the bag is where I left it. After another quick survey of the alley, she stripped down, leaving nothing on but the sexy lingerie. Tugging at her collarbone, the base of the mask started to come loose, and after a few seconds, the entire mask came off with a satisfying sound. With the lack of a mask exposing the rest of the bodysuit, it was a simple matter of unzipping out of the busty suit and then changing into street clothes; the disguise and its clothes were carefully folded and put in the backpack. 

Whipping out their phone, the agent underneath made a call.

"It worked. Yeah, I think he's rattled enough to where we can make a move. I didn't even have to exert much pressure on him--the implication by itself was good enough. Is everything ready? Yeah, yeah, I'll be there."

And with that, the agent headed out of the alley towards the action. They'd missed the best parts, but they made it in time to see one Diego Carrasco sputtering as he was hauled out in handcuffs. 

'What the hell is this?! I am a prominent businessman, you can't do this to me! You're just targeting me because I'm a minority!" came his angry shouts. Much to the agent's satisfaction, the cops weren't having any of it.

"Sir, we've received a tipoff that you've been smuggling narcotics in and out of the country. I'd suggest you remain quiet."

Now that shut him up. All in all, it was a satisfying conclusion to the day! Getting to continue to suit up as a hot inspector and busting a drug ring? Things couldn't get any better!

 

Undercover inspection (Bodysuit Caption)

 

In the apartment complex in the city's south, everything was quiet. However, the tranquility was interrupted as the tenant of apartment 207 had his door knocked on. Taken aback by this unexpected event, he got up off his couch and strode over to the door, where he saw who was knocking. When he opened the door, he saw an attractive blonde woman waiting outside.

"Hi, can I help you?" came his surprised voice.

The woman flashed her badge, as she entered the apartment.

"Sir, I'm from the Department of Health, from the county. I'm here to conduct a routine inspection."

"Oh. I, uh, wasn't expecting anything at all."

Her expression remained neutral. 

"I understand your concerns about this being a surprise, sir, but we've received some complaints. Don't worry though, this should be quick. If you don't mind...?" 

She let that linger, with the suggestion that it was best to get out of her way to get it over with. 

"Is this necessary? I mean, I don't think anything is wrong."

After some time, she evidently concluded her inspection, which she let him know. If he was being honest, he was a bit annoyed that today, of all days, the county decided to send somebody around, but at the moment he was about to reclaim the peace.

"Thank you for the time, and sorry again for the inconvenience--things look good. Have a good rest of the day."

Once the door closed behind the inspector, he breathed a sigh of relief. Phew! She hadn't found his stash--the secret was still safe. However, he thought it was prudent to let the rest of the gang know that he had a close call today, but things were still okay.

Unbeknownst to him, that was not the case. 

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There had long been a suspicion that traffickers were using that house to store their drugs and weapons there, and the seemingly-innocuous visit was the FBI's way of confirming that. 

Immediately after the "county inspector" left, she made her way to the county offices. However, instead of going in, she pulled over to the side, got out, made sure she wasn't being followed, and entered a side door. Once safely inside, she made her way to a meeting room to debrief everybody.

"How did it go?" asked the agent on her right. She smiled grimly.

"It turns out we were right," came the answer. "I noticed some signs that large caches had been stored there, and I noticed some residue of all the drugs they'd stored. Turns out they weren't as thorough in hiding things there."

From there, she delved in the smaller, minute details of what she saw, and while she was doing so the others were taking the odd note. Eventually the debriefing was over, and there was a palpable sense of excitement. As the other agents prepared to go out, she lagged behind, as usual. 

"What's the matter, Pavlenko? You're going to miss out on all the fun!" grinned one of her colleagues.

She returned the grin. "Hey, you know me. I've gotta do my own preparations."

"Ah yeah, right. Don't want to get that nice outfit of yours dirty, yeah?"

She waved to acknowledge this on her way to to the locker rooms.

Once inside, she sighed. Today had been a long day, and while she was used to going undercover, it was always tense when cartels were involved. Fortunately, it was time to slip into something more comfortable. Digging in the base of her neck, she eventually found the edge of the mask, and pulled outward and upwards. With a satisfying sound, it came off, and it was quickly yet carefully placed in the locker of the agent known as Pavlenko. Inside their locker, they had something unique: a headstand and a hanger for something larger than your standard clothing. Tucked away, in a neat pile, was their regular clothes, awaiting their owner. However, they couldn't be worn until the rest of the bodysuit came off, which happened in quick order. Once the agent was dressed as normal, they strapped their sidearm in its holster and hustled to rejoin the rest of the raid team--there was no way in the world that Agent "Pavlenko" was going to miss seeing these bastards being taken down!

 

 

 

Agent Honeypot (Bodysuit Caption)

Esteban Mendoza, the infamous drug lord, was on the run, and the only person who could bring him to justice was one Agent Locke. Intelligence received by the agency placed Mendoza in Dubai, where he had some local friends protecting him; it was a tricky situation that was going to require some careful maneuvering, but it was all in a day's work for them. However, unbeknownst to him, it was soon made known that his weakness for women, thus Locke, was the agency's best undercover agent, was called in. So, that's how "Tamara", a high-priced escort, found herself in the man's luxurious penthouse. All it took was the tech boys making a page for "her" services with fake complimentary reviews, and their target took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. 

Taking in the massive room around him, Locke concentrated on what he could do. He was glad that nobody stopped him on his way up, but for better or worse, escorts were becoming more frequent in this city of opulence, so there was minimal attention paid to him. Still, the disguise he wore was meant to stand out, as the secret dossier on Mendoza made it abundantly clear what his...attractions were. Not only was Locke looking forward to locking up this bastard for being a narcissistic piece of shit drug lord, but god almighty those fetishes would be grounds for life in jail by themself. Thankfully, earlier today he'd been given a card to the room by a fellow undercover agent, and it meant that whatever was going to happen, it was in hands now.

Sitting alluringly on one of the drug lord's couches, Locke got ready for the first of many memorable moments the night would bring. It wasn't his first rodeo being undercover as a very attractive woman, much less a woman of the night (which was something he got some ribbing for at HQ), so it was merely a matter of playing on the Colombian's ego. Moments later, he heard the door to the room open-it was obvious, given how loud the man was. But before he could say anything, it was time to take over and be assertive.

"Oh baby, you look like you need to relax," purred "Tamara". "Why don't I take your mind off of things?"

"Ever been fucked by the God of Sex on a mountain of cash, baby? Come here and find out!"

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As Mendoza was lying on the floor, knocked out for the time being, Locke strolled over to his guise's purse and pulled out a phone. 

"Yeah, it worked like a charm-he's out. Didn't suspect that I'd drugged his entire supply of alcohol nor that I'd made sure his security wasn't going to be an issue. Send in the extract team, because it's time that this menace gets to experience some good old fashioned justice."

He heard the voice on the other end of the line confirm it.

"Roger that. Right now, I'm making my way out. I'll be there in ten. Don't worry, I'll return the suit in pristine condition; I'm a professional, after all."

And with that, "Tamara" was peeled off and folded neatly into the briefcase Locke had "borrowed" from the soon-to-be incarcerated criminal. Mission completed, and this was definitely a doozy.

Blonde disguise

 

 

"It's been a while, but now "Marissa" is being called back into service. God, I love these undercover assignments!"

After the assassination (Bodysuit Caption)

 As she climbed down the side of the villa whose owner now laid dead by her own hands, Agent Bennett reflected how easy it had been. Rodrigo "The Widowmaker" Carullo was the drug lord that all intelligence agencies desperately wanted to nail, but he'd eluded them for many years. However, it was his weakness for women that proved to be his downfall-Agent Bennett made sure of that. Infiltrating his compound (with help from the agency and their local contacts) as "Mercedes", a local call girl, she made sure that she was alone with her target. It wasn't by accident that she picked stiletto boots, because once Carullo was at ease, she seductively sauntered over and stabbed him through the throat. In order to ensure things went smoothly, she had already coated the bottom with a special toxin. As his body hit the floor, she was already rearranging things to cover her exit should Carullo's men investigate: it would've looked like a rough time gone out of control. Once that was complete, she smiled at her handicraft-nobody was better at carrying out covert assassinations than her! Leaving was easy because, thanks to the intel provided in advance, she knew to head out the window and climb down to the extract point; the boots had to be left behind given they would be an obvious hindrance. From time to time she had to pause to let some guards above her pass, but eventually, she made her way to the entrance of the compound by the beach. Before she left the compound, Bennett made sure that nobody was following before finally ending up at the boat that would extract her.

"Took you long enough, Bennett," came the familiar voice.

"Yeah well, trying to seduce a Colombian drug lord takes more work than you'd expect. We can't all have basic infiltration missions in the Middle East, Locke."

As she said that, she pulled off the mask.

"Freakin' finally. Being Mercedes was one of my more interesting covers, but at least I can breathe and be myself again. Ever have that problem?"

"Ha, all the damn time. Let's get your thespian ass back to the safehouse now though, cause I'm sure these Colombians aren't in a good mood to play."

"You know me too well. More importantly though, did you bring me some spare clothes? Kinda am feeling a bit underdressed now that I'm not in an opulent manor."

He tossed her a bundle.

"Way ahead of you. You know, you don't give me enough credit for being prepared. But hey, take it easy and get changed. We'll be reaching home soon enough."