Adam and I embarked on a journey to America, fueled by our passion to make a difference in the corrupt pharmaceutical industry. Our first step was to meticulously gather information about the unethical practices of these companies, which we believed were putting the lives of people at risk.
After months of research and planning, we established a new division that would focus on destroying evil medical facilities. The idea of leading this initiative filled me with purpose and excitement. We would not save but destroy those places that had drugs and information but no victims.
As I sat in my office in the bustling city of Chicago, the aroma of determination and anticipation surrounded me. The walls were adorned with charts and graphs, each representing a crucial aspect of our plan. The list of new arrivals lay before me, each name representing a dedicated individual who had been thoroughly vetted for their skills and expertise.
I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as I looked at the names of the people who would join us on this mission. These were individuals who shared our vision, our values, and our passion for making a difference. Together, we were determined to disrupt the corrupt practices of the pharmaceutical industry and bring about a positive change in the world.
To ensure our success, I meticulously trained myself alongside my trusted comrades: Magnum, Adam, Murdock, Jake, and Rob. Their presence provided a symphony of encouragement and camaraderie, their voices blending harmoniously as we prepared for our mission. As we honed our skills, the sounds of our training sessions echoed through the walls, resonating with determination and resilience.
Our purpose was obvious - to become a demolition team, swiftly and efficiently obliterating the medical facilities of these nefarious companies. Burt, a valued member of our team, exuded an eagerness to begin our operation. We stood united, poised to seize any opportunity that would arise.
Prior to our departure, I had assembled a group of scouts entrusted with gathering vital intelligence. The knowledge they gained would guide us in dismantling these establishments, leaving no stone unturned. Our aim was not to rescue, but to annihilate.
We would locate the vaults of information, drugs, and evil scientists and demolish them with unyielding force. There would not be any savings. These places were under surveillance, and there was no testing done on-site, but they might process samples and information and make drugs, so they had to go.
As I sat back to reflect on our accomplishments, a tidal wave of emotions washed over me. I wasn't alone on this mission; a dedicated team of fleas had stood by my side every step of the way. What had started out as a woman's desperate attempt to avenge the wrongdoings inflicted upon herself had blossomed into a secret organization that spanned the globe.
Our mission was to protect innocent individuals from enduring the same fate that had befallen us. We worked tirelessly to achieve this goal, always staying one step ahead of those who sought to harm us. Maybe one day we would reveal ourselves to the world, shedding light on the injustices that we had fought so hard to overcome.
Amidst our triumphs, we also faced losses. Each casualty weighed heavily on my heart and felt like a heap of stones. This was the burden of my mission - my duty, my job, and my responsibility. Every death within our ranks was a weight I willingly carried, as I was resolute in protecting those who fought alongside me.
We operated from hidden bases devoid of any ostentatious headquarters. My work was primarily carried out in a couple of secret locations, carefully guarded from prying eyes. We possessed a network of allies, abundant resources, ample funds, weaponry, ammunition, explosives, and extensive expertise. Witnessing a large group of people come together and use their unique skills was invigorating.
To secure additional funds, I could tap into the accounts of various evil medical institutions, and I had trustworthy individuals to handle that task. A team of skilled hackers was under my command, ensuring the efficiency of our system. Although I hoped it wouldn't be necessary, I had meticulously organized a system to guarantee financial support for the families of those who met unfortunate ends. Paying visits to the grieving relatives and bearing flowers and gift baskets, akin to Modesty Blaise, became a regular occurrence for me.
Drawing inspiration from those books, I strived to emulate their principles. We were not outright criminals, as we always offered authorities an opportunity to take action and gather evidence. Our actions saved countless lives. Once again, we were embarking on a mission, and Reddington generously provided us with stocks and supplies. He insisted on being part of this task force as this information, these drugs were something that he was not happy with.
These individuals could, for example, make new kinds of sedatives, but instead of making it official, they would walk in streets and hand these drugs that weren't approved, to junkies, making them involuntary test subjects, and because of that, overdoses had grown significantly, and no authorities knew why. Only that there was always some whole new compound in the blood of the overdose victims.
The pharmaceutical companies had caused significant disruptions to his business, and he now sought to assist us with our task. Over the years, I had accumulated an extensive stockpile of supplies, and Reddington introduced me to many werewolves and vampires who had suffered at the hands of these companies.
By collaborating with me, Reddington could exact vengeance upon his enemies without resorting to direct confrontation. Additionally, I had established a connection with the fae, Beauclair, an ancient and powerful being who had witnessed firsthand the havoc caused by evil pharmaceutical companies.
During our recent mission in Europe, I successfully rescued Beauclair from one of their facilities. Hence, I had both allies and enemies in my corner. Sark, in particular, was my top adversary. The mention of this facility instantly piqued my curiosity, as it was a place where Sark had been sighted. What made it even more intriguing was that Damon had suggested I invest in it, and indeed, I did invest in its destruction.
We had meticulously planned everything, ensuring we had the necessary materials and ample time. As I stood in the pack house, I could feel the anticipation building within me. I was ready after spending the past couple of days nourishing myself and preparing. Meanwhile, under Adam's leadership, Jake, Rob, and Magnum were engaged in rescue operations and explosive preparations.
I made my way towards the bedroom, where I had stashed a box underneath my bed. With a sense of secrecy, I retrieved the box and carefully opened it. Inside, I had concealed an assortment of small, flat objects that would soon become part of me. As I selected various pieces of equipment, I grasped a sharp scalpel, ready to begin.
With a precise and steady hand, I started the process. First, I made incisions, slicing through my flesh. I winced as it hurt, but this was something that I had done quite many times before. Then, I delicately separated my skin from the underlying tissue using a spatula-like tool. As the sensation of peeling skin mingled with the metallic scent of blood, I created enough space to conceal the items I had carefully chosen. Once hidden, I allowed the incision to heal, disguising the evidence of my secret.
Magnum assisted with most of these procedures, packaging some objects in bags with a gel-like substance that rendered them nearly invisible beneath my skin. Over the years, I had become adept at this clandestine practice, and these concealed items had proven useful on many occasions. It was almost a running joke on base that if I needed an operation that, first, I would have to be emptied out.
Within the depths of my being, I had concealed a bow and arrow, a minuscule transmitter, and dormant explosives waiting to be activated upon connection. With precision, I strategically placed one component on the left side of my body and the other on the right. Additionally, I secured a walkie-talkie, spare bullets, a collapsible gun, and three knives, ensuring I was well-equipped for any scenario. This was nothing new to me, and I had gotten used to this. I had this idea when I read again Modesty Blaise books; well, I gave those books to Magnum, and they very much inspired him, thus our many fancy little toys and inventions.
Once I got everything in place, I slipped into a pair of sleek black jeans that hugged my legs, the fabric cool against my skin. The sound of the zipper being pulled up filled the room, followed by the satisfying click of the button being fastened. I then slid my feet into a sturdy pair of proper boots, the leather smooth and polished.
Next, I adorned myself in a black button-down shirt, the fabric soft against my fingertips as I fastened each button. I then shrugged on a sleek black jacket, the material hugging my frame and providing a sense of protection. The scent of leather and gun oil lingered in the air as I prepared for what lay ahead.
I made next a dental substance from my teeth with precision, the strawberry flavor filling my mouth as I bit into my wrist. I dyed my hair black, shortening it too, feeling the coolness of the air when I had less hair. My hair was spiky straight. It was a transformation, a visual disguise that added to my projected mysterious aura.
Now, it was time for my weapons. I strapped small guns to both of my ankles, their weight a constant reminder of the danger that surrounded me. My Beretta found its place in a thigh holster, the secure fit providing a sense of readiness. A Glock rested snugly on my hip, its weight familiar and comforting. I did not use an underarm holster as it was clumsy and slow.
I stashed knives, ammunition, and syringes in the hidden compartments of my jacket. The metallic glint of the blades caught the light, a silent promise of protection. The syringes held adrenaline and a potent dentistry substance, their presence a reminder of the risks I faced. Those substances were meant to blow out my rage if came to that.
These precautions were necessary, for there had been times when I had escaped capture after being shot with tranquilizer darts. The adrenaline and dentistry substances had saved me, fueling my escape and allowing me to maintain control. Though it required effort to calm myself afterward, the means were at my disposal.
However, things had changed. Damon, who had always helped me regain control of my rage, was no longer in my life. Uncertainty crept into my thoughts, but I had Adam now. He could bring me back from the brink, to quell my anger when needed. Our protocols were in place and ready for any situation.
If anyone, myself included, was struck by a single dart, the mission would be aborted. A danger signal would be sent out, prompting everyone to retreat to their designated safe havens with the help of our security team. It was a strict protocol, leaving no room for exceptions.
The secrets hidden beneath my skin were meticulously crafted, undetectable to even the most thorough body check. Only an X-ray would reveal the truth, a testament to the lessons I had learned from Modesty Blaise's books. I had mastered the art of concealment, effortlessly hiding beneath my own skin.
As I reflected on my preparations, I couldn't help but acknowledge the advantages of my physique. It was a time to be lean and curvaceous, and these items allowed me to enhance my feminine form. My enlarged breasts had become a clever hiding place, a sanctuary for the items I needed to keep close at hand. I was always better looking when going on a mission because my little padding gave me some serious shaping; my breasts, too, got their part. I sat down for a while. I packed my things back to their hiding place, and then I was ready to roll.