Renegades (Private)

[PeculiarChangeling]

Warm beds and cold showers. Cheap food, long hours, dangerous job. That's what McKayla 'Kaylee' Frye had signed up for when she joined the Black Suits. Ten years of her life, all in her prime, during which she was officially abstinent, sober, and vice-free. (Though she was not the only member who skirted these rules on occasion when she was alone.) Her life was in peril almost every day. And what did she get in return? It was simple: Adrenaline, excitement, and fifteen million dollars in untraceable bills at the end of her service.

At five foot two and weighing one hundred ten pounds, she didn't look to be particularly dangerous. Her shoulder-length blonde hair and button nose did little to help the look.

Then again, looks don't matter much next to a high-impact fragmentation round lodged in your brain pan. Danger comes in many shapes and sizes, and training overcomes all weaknesses.

Stepping out of the most recent cold shower, she shivered, toweled off, and headed into the women's locker room. She deposited her towel in a dispensary, leaving her clothed only in cold air and leftover droplets of water, and went to her locker.

Her locker was number 122, and she opened it up to retrieve the only gear she needed at the moment. Guns, knives, radios, disguises came later. First, she would have to suit up. And before that, she had to diaper up.

"Can you believe they're still making us wear these things? I hear the higher-ups have had portable demagnetizers for years, but we're still part of the piss-pant brigade." Talking to nobody in particular, just the general group of colleagues constantly running through the locker room, she leaned against her own locker, untaping the clinical white garment that was standard issue to any combat assassin at her rank and tugging it up around her waist. "At least we aren't on the Camouflage and Espionage division, they sometimes go for a week before de-mag. Can you imagine actually having to shit yourself? I mean, wet diapers are one thing, you can ignore that, but... Damn, I'm glad we aren't on the C&E." Two tugged tapes tightly tacked in place, and the diaper was around her waist.

All that's left was to suit up. For that, she crossed the locker room, went through a door, and was in the magnetization chamber.

(Just a character introduction will do for now, if you're unsure how to start. Let me know if my advice and comments get annoying.)

[diokno44]

"Oh lighten up, besides, it's kind of grown on me." Another female said, following the first. She too had blonde hair, very pale, almost silver. She had mist grey eyes, and a light tan. She weighed a fair one hundred and fourty-four pounds, give or take an added pound every meal. Her hair was tied in a pony tail, and she stood at 5'11. She had a muscled, yet curvaceous figure. She was of half Filipino, half Welsh descent. "Plus, it's better than having to get the suit off, I mean, it's skin tight, and hard as balls to clean." She went to her locker, 244.

She had been in the institute for around five and a half years, and still, she enjoyed her diapers, if only slightly.

[PeculiarChangeling]

(I was hoping for something a bit more involved with your personality, but that'll do for now. What's her name?)

"Not really," Kaylee said, shaking her head slightly. "I mean, skintight sure, but the new suits are waterproof and breathe like they aren't even there. I mean, you can't do a thing about the stains while wearing 'em, sure, but take em off and any debris just slides off." (Exposition!)

Crossing into the magnetization chamber, Kaylee covered her chest with her arms. Even after two years of the job and three years of training (During which there was nothing in the way of privacy at any moment,) she still was a bit embarassed by the dozen interns and techies who ogled her chest before she got a chance to suit up.

In the center of the large room, ringed by computers and huge metal panels, a mannacin of approximately Kaylee's height stood, wearing a white suit which shimmered slightly in the light. As she stepped onto a panel, the many great panels suddenly made a loud whirring noise, as they spooled to life.

On cue, the particles forming the white suit suddenly lept into the air, held suspended, each floating in loose orbit around the featureless human form. Kaylee's hands shook slightly as the platform she stood on moved forward, this part always scared her. She passed into the magnetic field, nano-particles flowing to avoid her, and she was rotated to replace the now-removed statue. In it's place, she held out her arms, and the magnetic field was released. The nano-Particles snapped back in place, forming a perfect-fitting glove around Kaylee's body. From her fingers and toes to the base of her neck, a white material coated her, leaving no part of her body to the imagination but giving ample protection. A slight bulge was apparent where the diaper was held around her waist, but otherwise her body had just been given a flawless white mask.

Now was the time for guns, she thought, stepping off the platform in her freshly-donned armor.

[diokno44]

"Lookin good Kay." Crystal Rodriguez teased, whistling as she strided into the chamber. She had gotten used to the dozens of eyes staring at her ample chest, and loved the attention. She stepped in front of her mannequin. With a smile, she allowed the suit to bond with her body, as she too was covered in the suit, her diaper crinkiling. "Ah, fits like a glove." She shucked, flexing her joints, "Well, at least it doesn't get too hot in here." She followed her friend. "Need a change Kay?" She asked, walking towards the armory, her long strides keeping ample pace with Kaylee.

[PeculiarChangeling]

(Since I have a pretty clear view of the facility and technology in use and you're following along I'll cut some slack, but longer posts would be better.)

Kaylee sighed. "I just put on the suit, Crys," she replied with an eye roll. "Of course I don't, and even if I did we wouldn't head back to the de-mag station just for that. Honestly, I still don't get why you don't ever seem to mind this crap." She had worked with Crystal a couple times, and always was annoyed but impressed by the more experienced' agents complete disgregard for dignity in some situations.

Kay had to move her legs quickly to keep up with the taller agent, but she got to the armory in good time by doing so.

"Seventeen targets," she reminded, more to herself than to Crystal. She had a habit of repeating job details to herself before an important mission. "We go in, dressed like the waitresses. Once we're at the party, wait for a signal than take them all out. You've run on a hit like this before, right?" She asked Crystal. It was her first run with this many targets, or at such an expensive and high ranking party. Russian officials were having a get together.

Three semi-automatics, one revolver, one cyanide pill, four knives. Standard compact kill-kit. Less standard was the waitress's outfit: Skimpy to the point being illegal in most countries, with the skirt so high up that the bottom of it would barely go below the waistband of Kaylee's concealed diaper.

She blinked, confused. "How the hell are we supposed to sneak in wearing these? Even without our armor there's nowhere to hide so much as a butterknife!"

[diokno44]

"I'm a pretty lad back gal." Crystal shrugged, picking up her gear, "Shouldn't we attach suppressors?" She suggested, doing so, "Otherwise, what's the point of being stealthy." She looked at the waitress outfit, rubbing her chin, "Hmm, two options, we hide what we can in our diapers, or..." She scratched her chin, "I know I'm forgetting something, what was it?"

She laid against a nearby wall, "Let's see? Oh, the chief wanted us to use these." She handed a small triangle to Kaylee, "Some new tech from the labs. Prototypes, this will be a field test." She attached it to her shoulder, as the color drained from her white suit "The lab coats downstairs said there's a slight chance these things could short out if damaged enough" She smiled, grabbing the outfit.

"Oh, and to answer your question, I have, three other times. The first was...oh. A few months before you joined up. Twenty five targets, a gun smuggiling op. I disguised myself as a buyer, and took out the head honcho." She smiled, "Though, the food wasn't that good, I went through three canisters of wipes before my rump was clean." She chuckled, "It sucks when the showers malfunction"

[PeculiarChangeling]

(You still mentioned hiding things in diapers, but whatevs, thanks for fixing.)

"I think once we start shooting, all element of surprise is lost anyw- Wha-hey!" Kaylee blushed as her bare skin was exposed again, leaving her apparently naked save for her diaper. She covered her chest again and blushed, drawimg stares from several weapons technicians and other agents in the area. More quietly, she hissed, "Gimme a little warning before you have me flash half the staff, okay?"

Still, it was a neat invention. Other than a faint shimmer in the right light, the suit was almost undetectable unless you actually reached out and touched it.

"No panties," Kaylee commented, as she looked at the waitress's outfit again. "Not that we'd be using them anyways... Well then, good to go. We're being flown in, right?"

It took some working, but she managed to hide two guns and a knife beneath the fabric of the black-and-white uniform. Her diaper stuck out a solid four inches beneath the bottom of the skirt and the waistband was visible above the top, but otherwise she was fully disguised.

(If you'd like to summarize the flight and travel to the party, go ahead. Have fun with it.)

[diokno44]

"Yeah, let's get going, got your COMM-Pad ready?" Crystal asked, holding up the small, phone like device. If the chief, or any of the higher ups in General, needed to not city them of something, such as a change or addition to an objective, this was their way to do so. She placed the outfit on, and boarded the transport.

(The flight)

It would be another two hours until both agents arrived at their destination. They had been bunked, as usual, in the same room. It was a cool, gunmetal grey. Four bunk beds, and a shower.

"So, make your move?" Crystal asked, sitting on her padded rump,,and chess set before her. She had challenged her friend to a game of chess thirty minutes ago, her diaper damp. "Or do you wanna throw in the towel?"

[PeculiarChangeling]

"I castle," Kaylee commented, checking her watch. "We move in five minutes, authorization or no. We were supposed to get a heads up before we left, but it looks like we're flying in blind." She was sitting cross legged on a stool across from Crystal, looking at the chess board. She hadn't wet herself yet, dignity making her want to hold it as long as possible, but she was visible trembling with the effort of holding it in. Three ginger ales on the flight had not done her good.

"Once we sneak in the back, we're supposed to grab the first hor de voires we see and start circling the areas that our targets we'll be in. They're the ones who put this together, so be careful. They're dangerous, and I'm sure they're guarded." She knew Crystal didn't need the advice; she was talking to herself. "Once we get the go-code from command through our earpieces, we take them all out and leave the way we came. Helicopter will be waiting for us."

Still no word from HQ, five minutes later, it was time to go. Tugging down the skirt to conceal her obvious diaper as much as possible, shaking slightly as she tried to keep her diaper dry, Kaylee walked to the door.

(If you want, I'll play as the waiters and HQ, if you play as the other waitresses and the grabby Russian politicians.)

[diokno44]

(Alright, but can I do atleast one objective from HQ? Like they have to interrogate one of the targets about some money he stole from a politician, before executing him?)

"It's called a rook." Crystal giggled, getting her outfit on, and activating the patch, her suit becoming invisible, "So, we dropping in? Or are we gonna use a flight attachment?" She asked,,pointing to what appeared to be metallic backpacks on the wall.,when deployed,they would create wings made of a combination of energy and steel.

The estate came into sight, the place lit up like a Christmas tree, "So, whose the bub running this shindig again?" She asked, cracking her knuckles. She scanned the place visually. Security was pretty tight by the looks of it