CATSUIT! The Slavendelian Mission. (11)

When she had first been brought to Kreigorn Castle, Agent River had noticed one wing of the building seemed to be off limits to all but the highest ranking League members. Slavendelian soldiers, their uniforms bearing the symbols of command staff and signals specialists, occupied that area. And there was a great deal of communications equipment, aerials and scanner arrays, attached to the ancient stonework.

Swiftly and stealthily she made her way to that wing. It was well guarded, but not a problem for someone with her skills. Even so she decided it would be too risky to attempt an entry into the main command centre. But a small auxiliary computer server room nearby would be perfect for her needs. Before entering she extracted a small cylinder, about the size of a lipstick, from a concealed compartment in the platform sole of one boot.

There was a single low ranked officer in the room as she entered. He got to his feet, dropping the book he'd been reading, eyes and mouth wide in amazement at her appearance. Before he could speak she gave him a spray of gas from the cylinder, darting forward to catch him as his legs buckled. By the time she'd eased him back into his chair he was unconscious. The gas would only affect him for a minute or so, but a small adhesive pad, also from her boot, would take care of that. Placed against the carotid artery it would steadily release more sedative through the skin, keeping him under as long as it was there, or until the drug ran out. About five hours in tests. Long enough.

Another gadget from her boots, a small but powerful memory stick, fitted into one of the USB ports on the computer, delivering a highly advanced virus. For now there was nothing to do but wait and hope that CATSUIT's cyber-warfare division were better than Slavendelian safeguards. She picked up the soldier's book, amused to see a woman dressed quite like her on the cover. No wonder he had been surprised when she entered. A quick flick through the pages left her in no doubt as to it's nature, and so she settled down to follow the exploits of it's amorous young heroine.

After an hour or so the the display on the nearest screen changed. She put the book down and typed in a quick message. A series of words and numbers followed, to which she had to give the correct responses to prove her identity. Contact had been made with CATSUIT HQ, and now they had partial access to the Slavendelian command and control net. It was up to the girls and boys in cyber-warfare now. There was little left for her to do other than set in motion a plan she'd been considering since her capture. After sending the details to HQ she removed the memory stick and put it away.

Before leaving she removed the pad from the officer's neck. It'd take about five minutes for it's effects to wear off, when he would either wake or continue sleeping if he was tired enough. She had no worries about him remembering her. The gas from the spray had a remarkable side effect of preventing consolidation, the process by which information is passed from short term to long term memory. In practical terms this meant that he would have no recall of anything that happened for the thirty seconds or so before he was gassed. With no reason to suspect an intruder, he'd probably assume he just dozed off. She left the book on the floor next to the chair, as if he'd dropped it.

Satisfied all was well, she returned to her cell.


The Empire Of Slavendel is the brain child of Satudays24 and Echotango151. You can find out more about the regime in the group empire-of-slavendel.deviantart…
Please note that I am taking certain liberties with the concept to fit in with my own fictional universe, and what I portray may not match the 'real' Slavendel. Any contradictions are my own. Also, be advised that Slavendel features abduction, mind control and similar themes that may not be to everyone's taste.