Totally Spies Porn Story: Shooting Star Chapter 3

Shooting Star

Chapter 3

WOOHP Headquarters Waiting Room 6:30 am

Jacob lay sprawled out on the couch. Sam, Alex, and Clover rested on each others shoulders. When they arrived back at the building after the mission, Jacob had given an agent a data stick and told the girls he was going to get some sleep before the next briefing. Jerry gave them an hour to run back to their homes and grab some clothes, and then return immediately to the building and await their next assignment. Since then, they had all been sleeping heavily.

The sun rose above the mountains and the light streamed through the curtains into the room. The girls awoke first and stretched. They were glad to be out of the sneak suits and back in some normal clothes. The suits made them feel dirty somehow, and they felt disconnected from WOOHP while wearing them, like they were in another world. Sam started rummaging her bag for some soap, when someone knocked on the door.

Excuse me, said a voice on the other side, but Jerry says youre all needed in his office in ten minutes.

Clover yawned. Alright, well.be there.

Jacob was still sound asleep on the couch. Shouldnt we wake him up?

I guess so, but I have a feeling thats a bad idea, said Alex.

So what? said Clover. If we have to be denied our beauty rest to chase after some dude whos name we dont even know yet, I dont see why he should get any.

Clover walked over to the couch and started shaking Jacob. Hey, secret agent man! Get up! Jacob responded by clenching his eyes shut. Oh, no you dont! You got us up in the middle of the night, so its only fair that we get you up at the crack of dawn, pal. Jacob responded by turning his back toward Clover and tried to sink deeper into the couch. Hey! Weve got ten minutes to be in Jerrys office. You are not skipping out on us! She kicked him. Jacob sat up with a start, and stared at Clover through half-open eyes. He looked at all of them as if he was ready to kill, and then stood up and stomped his way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

I guess hes not much of a morning person, huh? said Alex.

Yeah, lets stay out of his way until hes in a better mood. Sam suggested.

They heard the sound of running water for a couple of minutes, and then Jacob emerged, drying his hair with a towel. He hung the towel on his shoulders, and then smiled at the girls. Good morning, ladies! Good job this morning to all of you.

Man, talk about mood swings! Alex whispered to Sam.

Sorry if I snapped at you. Im always a bit of a grouch when someone wakes me up unexpectedly.

Understatement, much? said Sam.

Heh, I guess. Jacob hung the towel up. Better get ready. I have a feeling its gonna be another long day.

Jerrys office 6:45 am

Good morning, everyone. I hope youre rested, because weve got a lot to cover.

Well, what have we learned from the shipping data we found? asked Jacob.

A good deal, but not enough, Im afraid. We were able to trace the data you found back through several depots to the original point in Siberia. Most of the transaction data is useless, as the money trail is very long and every lead we traced ended in a dead end.

Alex scratched her head. Could you put that in English, Jerr?

It means that we couldnt trace the money or sender to any single person or organization. Even the package originates in an ordinary warehouse.

Can we be certain this is the right one? asked Jacob. Ive been on plenty of wild goose chases before, and in this case we cant afford one.

The package was very prominently marked with fragility warnings in several languages, and the warehouse itself was the final destination. One of the biggest clues was that this was a single item, when the warehouse you investigated deals almost exclusively with bulk items.

Bribes?

Possibly.

Wheres the package now? asked Sam.

Unfortunately, it had been removed from the warehouse you visited a mere 12 hours before you arrived, so chances are its still somewhere in the city, if its as big as we think.

How big is that?

According to the shipping information, the package was very large, but it seems most of the bulk was insulation. Whoever sent it doesnt want the contents damaged.

Ill bet part it was radiation shielding to fool detectors, said Jacob.

Probably.

Do we know who claimed the package? Or who sent it? Thats where we should start.

Thankfully, that we do know. The person who claimed the package was a Mr. Joseph Karemat. When our investigators checked out his name, they came up empty. Weve been trying the Russian government, but theyve been strangely uncooperative.

Great, muttered Jacob. Did the probe into missing Soviet officers ever turn up anything?

Yes, but we came up with far too many who are unaccounted for.

Officially, I assume?

Yes.

Jacob smiled again. It wasnt the friendly hello smile from before, but more like one that knows whats coming.

Im guessing well have to sneak into someplace to find out? asked Clover.

Yes. The Russian embassy, to be exact.

WHAT? they exclaimed in unison.

The embassy keeps an eye on all Russian nationals living in the United States. Its the perfect place to look first. He continued before they could object further. Youll be using some WOOHP gadgets youre familiar with and a couple Jacob has suggested. These earrings can hack into any electronic lock and disable it. Youll also be carrying these sticky sonic belt buckles. Throw them onto a window and it will weaken or break even bulletproof glass. Give the face on this wristwatch a quarter turn and double-tap it to activate the alarm on all four units. Use it if youre discovered and make a hasty exit. Finally, youll all be carrying these high-capacity memory disks which can link to your Compowders. He held up a remote control. Jacob saw what was happening and sat up.

Jerry dont you dare

Au revoir! The floor gave way and all four of them disappeared with a yelp.

Jacob was a seething mass of fury for most of the plane ride. The girls heard him mutter a number of threats against Jerry and lots of curses, too. They avoided talking to him for fear that hed bring the plane down at a moments notice. By the time they were approaching Washington, DC, he had finally calmed down and called them together to discuss the plan.

Well, how do we get inside? asked Sam.

It wont be easy. Said Jacob. The place was built during the Cold War, and as a result its half fortress. Ive decided that sneaking in like last time is a bad idea.

So were going undercover? said Alex.

Yeah, and weve got a good cover as well. It turns out that due to budget cuts, the embassy cant keep its own custodial staff, so theyre hiring a local service in town. Thats how were getting in.

Eww, were disguising ourselves as janitors? Sigh, the things I do in the name of international peace!

This isnt exactly a peaceful action. For all intents and purposes, the embassy is part of Russia.
Which means were essentially invading Russia, right? said Sam.

Bingo! So well have to be extra sure we dont blow our cover.

Why do we have to do this? Cant we just find out why they wont tell us what we want?

Jacob snickered. Welcome to the world of espionage, Sam. When someone wont give you something you want, you take it. By the way, if we do get caught, you guys are in much worse trouble, because I dont officially exist.

What? How is that possible? They exclaimed.

The US government cannot confirm my existence. As far as identity goes, Im just a name and a star in a roster.

Russian Embassy 4:00 pm

The cleaners van pulled to a stop at the security gate in front of the embassy. Jacob rolled down the window and showed his ID to the guard, who waved them through.

Well, were in. He told the girls once they were past the gate. Now the fun part begins. He pulled into the parking lot near the building, and they all climbed out of the van and started grabbing cleaning equipment out of the back. Jacob and Clover pushed the mops and buckets in front of them, while Sam carried the brooms and Alex pushed the cart with the other supplies. The guard at the service door stopped them and checked all their Ids before letting them in. So far the fake Ids and cleaning clothes they borrowed from the custodial service were working flawlessly. Despite their age, the girls still looked like regular janitors, and they were wearing cheap makeup and scarves to complete the effect.

When they were out of earshot of the guard, Jacob said, Alright, just like we planned. Ill check the basement and first floor, while you three work the other floors. If your alarm goes off, its time to scram. And dont forget that the data cards connect to your Compowders.

Right.

Clover and Jacob went to the supply closet to fill their buckets while Sam and Alex headed for the elevator.

Man, the last thing I need are dishpan hands! said Clover.

Then wear the gloves. Dont worry. I have a feeling we wont need to be here too long.

Well thats a relief. This is probably one of the tackiest things Ive ever worn. Although that cowgirl getup I once had is definitely #1. She winced at the memory of that costume.

Jacob rolled his eyes and decided to start mopping. Most of the first floor was occupied by the reception room, dining rooms, and sitting rooms, which were all luxuriously carpeted. At least thisll make the first floor quick he thought. He found a tiled hallway and started mopping, keeping an eye out for a computer room.

Alex got off at the third floor and pushed the cart in front of her. She found that offices and cubicles composed the third floor, and most of them were occupied. The few that werent were too exposed to the rest of the office to risk trying to hack. Nonetheless, she decided to start cleaning something. She put on some gloves and drew a bottle of Windex and some paper towels from the cart and started cleaning the windows of the offices along the walls. Every so often one of the workers would glance up and smile at her, and shed return it with the cutest smile she could manage. She eventually worked her way around the office and started changing the trashcans. Every now and then, a young man would start flirting with her, and she tried her best to maintain a fine line between flirting back and blowing him off. She hoped the others would have better luck, because she knew there was no way she could hack into the system from here.

Clover entered the second floor with a broom and vacuum cleaner. Conference rooms and small offices made up the second floor, but there were few computers. She began by vacuuming the conference rooms, and then started sweeping the hallways and offices. A few of the young men found her presence very distracting, a fact which she wasnt sure she should be thankful for or feel creepy about. Regardless of how she felt, their bosses werent happy about their slackened pace, and urged Clover to hurry up. When one man made a particularly strong pass at her, she responded with buzz off cradle-robber. The look on his face told her he didnt really understand, but he did catch the tone in her voice. She ended up having to construct and elaborate series of lies to keep them off of her so she could continue her real work.

Sam got off at the fourth floor, where the Ambassadors office was located. She carried a push broom and a few dust rags, and decided to start with the Ambassadors office, since she knew he was gone for the day. The office was right down the hallway from the elevator, and she put on a calm face and set off. Figuring that shed need permission, she stopped at the secretarys desk.

Excuse me, Im kinda new, is the office locked? Because

You need to clean it? interrupted the middle-aged woman. Yes, go on ahead. Hes gone for the day. She pressed a button and the heavy oak doors unlocked.

Thank you! Sam entered the office and shut the door. She began sweeping the finely polished floor, and when she got to the desk she found there was no computer on it. She removed a dust rag and started wiping down the cherry desktop, searching for a secret compartment or panel or something, but found nothing.

Jacob traded his mop for a broom and headed down to the basement. He carefully read each and every sign as he worked his way down the hallway. The basement was much cooler than the rest of the building, so he knew he was close to a computer room. The hallway made a large semicircle and then cut across at the back of the building. Jacob was halfway across this straight hallway when he saw mainframe on a sign in Russian. A keycard / combination lock secured the door, so he unfolded the lock picking kit disguised as a wallet. He removed a card that was tethered to the unit and inserted it into the lock. A series of characters flashed across the LCD display for a few seconds before the combination appeared. He entered the combination and the door unlocked. Checking to make sure no one was coming, he slipped inside and closed the door.

Compared to the rest of the building, this room was freezing cold. A single monitor and keyboard was set up near the massive storage banks with a slot for data cards. Jacob turned it on and inserted his data card into the slot. The card wasnt just empty storage. It also contained a hacking program that could log him onto the network and then search for the information they needed. After a few seconds, the login screen changed to a command prompt. The program then went to work and started filling in commands faster than Jacob could keep up. After a couple of minutes, it stopped and the screen filled with info on a man and his picture made Jacob do a double-take.

It cant be. He double-checked the description and history on the man. So, youve finally come. He saved the data onto the card, removed it, and turned the monitor off. He paused at the door to listen for footsteps, and hearing none, left the room and picked up sweeping where he left off. As he was rounding the corner, a guard saw him.

Hey! he said with a heavy accent. What are you doing down here?

Jacob put on his best innocent newbie face. Someone said they had a spill down here, and told me to come clean it up.

The man looked at him closely, decided he was telling the truth, and let him go. All right then, but get out of here, okay?

Okay, thanks! Jacob hurried to the elevator and rode up to the second floor. They only needed to keep this up for another hour before Jacobs thought ended when he rounded a corner and found a gun pointed at his temple.

Well, well, arent you a sight for sore eyes, said the man with the gun.

Jacob looked at the man and recognized him as a counterspy from a mission hed been on months ago. Gary! Youre the last person I expected to find here. Did they demote you after I humiliated you last time?

Ha, ha. Arent we the funny man?

Im terrible at telling jokes.

True, your punch lines are flat and your execution is terrible.

Jacob gave the watch face a quarter turn.

I suppose that cute blonde number is with you? Shes not very good at cleaning.

I guess not. Those rich girls are never too good at that kind of thing. He double-tapped the watch face and the alarm went off.

Whats that alarm mean?

It means its time to scram. He whipped the broom handle around and slapped the gun out of Garys hand, causing it to fire at the ceiling. He spun the other end around and swung at his head, and Gary blocked it and countered with a left hook. Jacob intercepted it with the broom, and counter-attacked, and Gary responded by blocking the broom and went for a leg sweep. Jacob blocked that, jabbed at Gary, and they both stepped away from each other in fighting stances.

Whats the matter, Gary? Jacob swung the broom around like a staff and held it ready with his right arm. Did I not kick your butt hard enough last time?

That was a technicality. This time we dont have a collapsing bridge to worry about.

Sure, just you and the rest of the guards here, thats all.

My kind of odds.

Jacob blocked a low and high kick, parried a punch, and then caught Gary under one arm and threw him against the wall. Gary pinned the handle under his arm and the two of them exchanged a few blows from the ends of the broom before Gary snapped the handle in two with his free hand. Jacob had the end with the straws and pointed it at Gary like an Epee. Just then a pair of guards ran around the corner and shouted at Jacob. Gary glanced back at the guards, and Jacob took the moment to hook Garys leg with the broom and yank his feet out from under him. Jacob was sprinting down the hall with guards in pursuit before Gary even hit the floor.

Clover and Sam were equally occupied with evading the guards. No sooner had their alarms gone off than an order came over the PA system to arrest all of them. At least thats what they inferred when the guards started coming at them with riot clubs.

I guess the jig is up! said Sam as they fled the guards.

Gee, you think so? said Clover, also fleeing the guards.

Wheres Alex?

I think she was outside when the alarm went off. I hope shes okay!

A pair of guards stood in the hallway, ready to grab them. Sam took advantage of the wet floor and slid between their legs while Clover vaulted over their shoulders and kicked off of them, causing them to fall and trip up the pursuing guards. They emerged into the foyer, with its elegant staircase arching up to the second floor and elaborate decorations accenting the walls. Jacob appeared at the railing above. Sam, catch! He threw his data disk to her Frisbee-style and yelped as a bunch of angry voices came from his left. Split up! Meet up at the east gate! he yelled as he sprinted across the room with more guards in hot pursuit.

Quick, lets try going out through the kitchen! said Sam.

Might as well. Were only invading a friendly nation, arent we? They ran for the kitchen.

Jacob ran down a long corridor with a window at the end. He glanced back at the guards, and noticed some were starting to reach for their guns. Figuring the window to be made of bulletproof glass, he removed his belt buckle and hurled it at the window. It stuck to the glass, beeped three times, and then the window was instantly covered in a network of fine cracks. Jacob put his head down, crossed his arms in front of him, and leaped through the second floor window. He landed on the lawn below, rolled, and then got up and ran without missing a beat. He noticed that a garbage truck was just leaving the compound, and headed for it.

Gary exited the front door and quickly scanned the east lawn. He couldnt see Jacob anywhere, nor could he find the three girls who were with him. He hated his short assignment as security chief for the embassy now more than ever. All he needed was two more days and he could go back to the field. At least he got to see his old thorn in the side. Guards were running everywhere, and the only thing leaving the compound was the garbage truck, and he noticed a very familiar figure hanging on to the back. He picked up his radio. Close the east gate now! The truck slowed to a halt as the gate slid closed, and Jacob started climbing up the back of the truck rather like a panicked squirrel.

Jacob was on top of the truck when he noticed a lot of guards running out of the embassy. Then he noticed that the guards were carrying AK-47s and did not look happy to see him.

Awww, CRAP!

He ran as fast as he could across the truck just as a hail of gunfire erupted behind him and bullets zipped past him on every side and ricocheted off the truck in a flurry of sparks and shrapnel. He lunged off the truck, somersaulted over the gate, and landed back on American soil. Without pausing, he ran from the embassy, and the girls emerged from bushes and joined him.

Gary watched the four of them retreat into the city and laughed at Jacobs luck. His radio came back on.

Sir, should we issue a warrant for their arrest? We have photos of all four.

Gary considered the plan, and then asked, What did they steal?

We have records of an unscheduled login to the mainframe, and some data was copied off of it.

What kind of data?

Information on Kierieg.

Gary thought about it for a moment, and then spoke into the radio. Let them go.

But sir

Let them go. It was just a matter of time before they got that from us in the end. Besides, I doubt any of them officially exist anyway.

..Yes sir. Understood.

Gary put the radio away, and then decided to go in and have tea.