Uniform Stealing Board

Following my investigation into the Rashtrapati Bhavan, which was so rudely interrupted by the amateurish antics of my friendly rivals I found myself bound on the Swedish Prime Ministers plane to their capital, Stockholm a city in the north of the continent of Europe. In the guise of the unfortunate aide Pippi Lyndström I had learned that their was to be an Agricultural Innovation Summit hosted at the Stockholm Royal Palace in at least 20 of Earth's nation's in attendance. Since on Zenobia all of our agriculture has been mechanised for centuries and while there are XS doctors who specialise in learning about the agricultural techniques from other cultures, it was a topic that never interested me. Not when people themselves are much more fascinating. So I was expecting this study to be interesting and somewhat interesting. What I would discover was more exciting than I had ever expected, especially getting mixed up in a little industrial espionage. And as always I was ably pursued by my old friends...



Doctor Ellana Xenoanthropological Society



Monday 15th September 2024 03:00am Residence of the Swedish Prime Minister, Stockholm, Sweden


"I wish we had more time to enjoy India and concluded our business with our allies but thanks to those foolish Americans, we've had to rush home to this stupid conference about farming of all things. But at least it helps strengthens Sweden's green credentials." Yawned Swedish Prime Minister Ulf Kristersson who leaned on his desk, head in his hands as Ellana sat opposite him. His chief of security, a thick heavyset human male called Alexander who reminded her of Kremm, stood by the door stifling his own yawn turned to Ellana. "Speaking of those two American spies that attacked you, Pippi. Turns out they were Interpol agents running security checks on the governments of the world. Testing their alertness in the event of a terrorist attack or some such nonsense." Ellana sighed. Which means they have already finished cleaning up India and are back my tail. Sooner than expected. The PM leaned back in his chair shaking his head. "Hmph! It might have been nice if they informed us first, the brutes! I should have their badges for their thuggery. Are you sure you're alright my dear?" He asked Ellana his face full of concern. She flashed him a false reassuring smile. "Yes sir. It's nothing a sleep on the plane home couldn't fix." Kristersson returned the smile. "Such a strong girl. First your boyfriend dumps you then this frightful incident. You really are unlucky, Pippi. Well I have to get some sleep at least, I have a damn speech to make this morning at 07:00am. You though will have a surprise waiting for you. See Anders in a couple of hours for your itinerary." Shaking the man's hand, Ellana bade him and Alexander farewell. As the security chief closed the door, behind her Ellana's thoughts raced to the upcoming agriculture summit. I'am looking forward to learning about human agriculture. But I must move quickly. The MiB must be right behind me.


MiB Support Team 05's Tech Van 30,000ft above Poland same moment


Agent L sat sipping her coffee observing Agent N fast asleep in his bunk as Agent K put a blanket over his reclining from, stroking his hair. Nearby Agent D sat at her station was busy trying to stay awake. "What's with N? He's looking a little tired, poor kid." P who was busying himself making a decaf latte on his new coffee machine, smiled wanly. "Well I may enjoy my new ride but not everyone it seems. N has been feeling the strain, he gets jet-lag something fierce bless him." Looking up from field stripping her revolver, M nodded to K. "He looks like he has a friend. K seems to really like him." P smiled at the couple before taking a sip from his mug." Yeah they remind me of Linda and I when we started to date." M smiled as she noticed the two older agents share a glance her boss blushing, suddenly looking a little younger. P put his coffee down on the table. "But enough about young love. I need to give you a briefing. First off there is going to be a massive Agricultural Innovation Summit at the Stockholm Royal Palace, with all the G20 nations expected to attend. And which is going to be hosted by the King himself. It's a 99% certainly our girl will be there. So I have a little surprise for you..." He took out two smartphone shaped devices sliding them across the table. "...these are your new scanners. They should give you real time information on Ellana's victims when you find them. Their names, jobs and vital statistics." Picking hers up, M looked at it. "Does it tell you what side of the bed they sleep on?" Rising from the prone N, Agent K walked over. "No but it should allow you to keep track of Ellana's movements. Developed by yours truly here." The young redheaded agent took a bow as P looked on with the air of a proud father. "Agents L and M, this is Agent K or Kate Grissom-Chau, to her friends. Team Five's resident techie and the apple of N's eye." The girl blushed as she flashed a smile before returning to N. P then sat down opposite the agents. "So then guys. What's the plan for Stockholm?"


Finishing her coffee, L lent forwards hands clenched on the table. "Same as India, with our fake CNN credentials we flash our way in impersonating journalists. We then try to identify Ellana, we diligently assess to make sure it's her no more screw ups like the Rashtrapati. Once we are sure it's her we strike." She slapped the table with her hand. "No funny business and hopefully we won't have to mug any innocent women. A clean in and out." Next to her M shook her head. "When as that ever been true? This is us we are talking about and then there's Ellana? A day hasn't passed where we haven't punched out some poor sap and stolen her clothes." Across from them P chuckled. "The kid has a point, Linda. Before you know where you are it will go ass up and it will me pulling me your nuts from the fire." L rolled her eyes. "Have you two got so little faith in me? Lighten up." M busied herself once me with her revolver. "No comment." She said with an air of sarcasm as P grinned. "It's like Von Moltke said, Linda. No plan survives contact with the enemy."


The Office of Chief of Staff Anders Nilsson, Residence of the Swedish Prime Minister 05:00am


"So I won't be attending the conference, sir?" Ellana asked as Chief of Staff Anders Staff, a young human male with wavy blonde hair sat opposite her who laughed in reply. "Luckily we won't be attending something so boring, it will be a waste of time. Yes, the PM will have to make an opening statement sure, but he doesn't need us to hold his hands. And afterwards he will be off on the campaign trail." He paused taking a sip from his coffee. "Besides, aren't you tired Pippi? The day is yours after all. The PM gave you the day off to recuperate after your ordeal with those two Interpol idiots. Seriously, I share the PM's view we should have their badges for their cock up." He took another sip of his streaming cup. "But that's beside the point. You should be in bed resting, not here still at work. If I were you I would get some rest." Ellana flashed him a smile rising from her chair. "Don't worry, sir. I will try to relax." She lied as she bade him farewell. Closing the door to the office Ellana steeled herself. No I cannot relax. My curiosity is piqued I must travel to the royal palace and see this conference for myself. Using Pippi's memories she made her way out the residence, finding the Swedish aides car. Getting in she switched on the ignition, following the signs to the royal palace.


Stockholm Royal Palace Service Entrance 05:45am


Standing across the road from the Royal Palace, Ellana observed the comings and going from the service entrance. I will need a new disguise that's for sure if I'am going to get through all this heavy security. But unlike Delhi there is no crowds at the gates. So I need a new strategy. Hmm? What should I do? As she stood for another five minutes, Ellana noticed that a number of white vans had been going back and forth from the palace at a regular pace. They must but catering vans carrying food. After all diplomats have to eat. So I could waylay a white van, and if the driver is female take her form. I could try the front entrance but this seems the best way. Besides, L &M would try that approach. But how to stop the van? Scanning the street she found a police car parked near an alley up the road and inside it was a young policewoman. That's the ticket in! Humans tend to respect uniforms, just like on Zenobia and I have used police uniforms to great effect before. I will take the officers face, uniform and car, pull over the van. Putting on her best distressed human face, Ellana ran towards the car appraising the young officer as she did so.



Officer Freja Karlsson suppressed a yawn as she sat in her patrol car humming along to 'Dancing Queen'. She caught her reflection in her driver's side mirror, liking what she saw. Freja, if you asked her girlfriend and fellow officer Madga, was the prettiest girl in the station; with sharp aquiline features, high cheekbones and big blue eyes the colour of sapphires. Her long raven coloured hair tied into a ponytail under her navy side cap. She was dressed this morning in her duty uniform which consisted of a blue long sleeve shirt over which was a black v-neck police jumper with shoulder flashes and "POLIS" stenciled in white across her back, black slacks with matching sensible shoes held up by her equipment belt, including her glock 17 service weapon. Freja sighed taking her thermos Why do I have to pull these early morning shifts when my Madga gets the afternoons? We don't have enough time to practice anymore. I would sooner be snuggled up in bed right now with her then on this detail, on my lonesome. The sound of tapping on her car window snapped her from her thoughts, Freja turned to see a pretty blonde woman in braided pigtails looking through her window who looked to be in some distress. "Good morning, ma'am. Is there a problem?" She said half tired pressing her window down. The girl pointed to the alley behind Freya. "Oh Officer, you have to help me! I've been robbed! Some man has made off with my handbag! He went down that alley!" Freja's eyes widened. "Okay ma'am. Just show me where but stay behind me. He could be dangerous." Getting out of her patrol car the blonde showed her into the alley. Hand on her sidearm, Freja searched every inch of the alley finding nothing. "Ma'am. Are you sure he ran down here? I can't see anything?" She said peering around a dumpster. "You know officer. You really shouldn't fellow pretty women into a blind alley, it's quite hazardous..." Freja started to turn around to face the woman, her brow furrowing with confusion. "Ma'am? What you talk-ugh?!!" The officer let out a cute squeak of pain, as the blonde's out stretched hand struck the side of her neck. "...to your health." Ellana quipped as she caught the unconscious Officer Karlsson in her waiting arms, lowering her to the pavement.


Stripping off the clothing she had taken from Pippi Lyndström back in India, Ellana took the unconscious policewoman into her arms taking off her hat and gun belt before planting a kiss on her lush lips. "Officer Freja Karlsson, 24, Stockholm Police. She's a member of stations ABBA tribute act "Arresting ABBA" Along with her loving girlfriend, Madga. They are both crazy fans but Freja's favourite song is 'Dancing Queen'. " Ellana said loosening Freja's black scrunchie, adopting her ponytail before pulling up her jumper over past her head then unbuttoning her blue uniform shirt, slipping it from the officers shoulders. Unhooking the woman's white sports bra, Ellana admired Freja's buoyant C-cup breasts with perky pink circular areolas as she put on the officers bra. Letting the toned half naked cop flop back down on the pavement, Ellana unlaced Freja's shoes removing them along with her white ankle socks then unzipped her uniform slacks whipping them from her long toned legs along with her matching bikini shorts, exposing a small pink womanhood crowned with a trimmed strip of black pubic hair. Standing over the toned athletic naked Freja, Ellana quickly dressed in the rest of the officers uniform then using Pippi's stockings bound the officers limbs before tearing up the white tank top gagging the stricken officer. Taking up the naked cop into her arms, Ellana tipped her body into the dumpster tossing Pippi's clothes along with her. Walking out of the alley, Ellana got in the officers patrol car. Looking up in the dawn gloom she spotted a white van drive past her into the distance with a lone young female driver, grinning Ellana belted up switching on the blue flashing lights. " Time to make a quick traffic stop." Pulling out she switched on the sirens, following the white van.



Skeppsbron Street 05:55am


Singing along to ABBA's 'Mamma Mia', Elsa Anderberg drove down Skeppsbron making her way to the centre of Stockholm, smiling as she caught her reflection in her rear view mirror. At 23 she was a looker with heart shaped features, slender cheekbones and warm hazel eyes framed by long silky dark brown hair. She was wearing a buttoned green and black checkered flannel shirt, over which was a navy zipped up hooded top, skinny blue jeans and black fur lined ugg boots. Ugh! I hate these early morning deliveries. If I didn't want to be a nurse so badly, I would have found another job to pay for tuition. The sound of a police siren caught her attention, looking in her side mirror Elsa saw a police cruiser with its blue lights flashing a single pretty brunette policewoman behind the wheel. A cop? Oh no. I hope she doesn't spot that broken rear light. Okay, Elsa just act natural and play innocent. You shouldn't get into trouble. Pulling over onto the side of the road, Elsa wound down her window as the officer got out of the car approaching her door. "Licence and registration please, ma'am." Asked the officer as Elsa fished them out of her hoodie. "It's not my vehicle, officer. Its a company car." The officer nodded, passing her details back. "Thank you Ms Anderberg. Would you mind stepping out of the vehicle and opening the back, please?" Elsa's eyes widened in surprise. "Um, may I ask why officer?" The cop let out an impatient sigh. "It's part of a new security initiative. There's a big conference at the palace and we have check every vehicle passing for suspicious activity." Elsa nodded. I best just do as she says. I don't want to get into any trouble with the law. Besides she has a point. "Sure officer. Just give me a minute." Getting out of her van, Elsa led the officer to the back.


"There you are go, officer. Nothing back here but electrical goods. Look I can go get the shipping order if want." Elsa said gesturing to the vans cargo bed, as the officer stood behind her grinning. "No, this will do nicely. As will you, my dear." Before she could say anything back, Elsa felt the officer clamp a hand around her mouth to muffle her cry of betrayal followed by another around her slender neck. "Thank you kindly, little Elsa for opening the rear. Saves me a little bit of time." The cop hissed in her ear pinching the vulnerable points either side of Elsa's neck. The terrified girl let out a muffled squeak of arousal tinged with pain slumping into the woman's arms eyes rolling into the back of her skull. "After you my dear Elsa." Ellana said bundling the unconscious girl into the back of the van before climbing in after her slamming the doors shut.



Shedding her stolen police uniform, Ellana propped up the unconscious Elsa against the van unzipping her hoodie as she planted a passionate kiss on her young lips feeling her form shift. "Elsa Anderberg, 23, Van Driver and Student Nurse. Her favourite breakfast is klapgrött, a Swedish porridge cooked with berry juice washed down with a cup of coffee. Particularly how her boyfriend makes it. She is also studying to be a nurse and this job helps to pay the tuition fees." Ellana said slipping off the girls hoodied top before unbuttoning her flannel shirt, pulling it from her petite form. Then holding up Elsa's arms Ellana slid up the girls pink white lace trim camisole printed with primroses, complete with purple ribbon up over her head exposing her cute rounded B-cup breasts with perky pink areolas. After pulling on Elsa's camisole and inserting in her navel piercing, Ellana pulled off the girls boots, along with her pink lace frilly ankle socks then unfastened her jeans working them off slender hips, peeling them down her long legs. Sparing no thought to Elsa's modesty, Ellana whipped off her matching thong from between her thighs, revealing a full clean shaven womanhood. Once she had finished getting dressed in Elsa's clothes, Ellana found some duct tape in the back of the van taping up the slim naked girls wrists and ankles then gagged her with a strip. Rubbing her hands together, Ellana clambered into the driver's seat belting up. Now into the palace we go. she grinned turning the van back around towards the Palace.



Stockholm Royal Palace Service Entrance 06:00am



As Ellana approached the large iron gates, she was immediately stopped by an ornately dressed middle aged male guard holding out his hand wearing a blue jacket, with white trim, collar and filigreed epaulettes, matching trousers with white piping down the seams with black jackboots. Head crowned by a chrome helmet with a white plume, insignia of the royal house of Sweden embossed on the front. He was armed with a ceremonial rifle. A royal guard by the looks of him, very smart. I wonder if they have female guards? "Halt! Where precisely are you going with that van, young lady?" He asked with an air of tiredness walking up to the the driver side door. Flashing him a smile, Ellana handed him the delivery order. "Good morning. I'am making a delivery. There's the order." Looking at them the guard made an incredulous snort. "What the hell are you trying to pull here, girl?" He asked angrily flicking the paper before thrusting them back at her. "If you don't clear on out of here and real quickly, I'am going to have to arrest you." Ellana flashed him a confused look. "I don't quite understand. This is the service entrance, isn't it?" The guard shook his helmeted head sighing. "Sure it is but the last I checked we didn't order any TV's, PCs or that other assorted crap you have back there. Now get a move on! Before I detain you!" Sighing Ellana began to reverse. Damn it Ellana! You haven't looked at the name of the supplier on the two vans that entered here, but now I just assumed because they were all white...


As she began to reverse Ellana noticed a young woman walk towards the gate, a packet of cigarettes clutched in her hand. She was a pretty little thing with rounded freckled features, prominent cheekbones and almond shaped emerald eyes, a loose strand of ginger hair peeking from under the black bandana she wore knotted on her head. The rest of her outfit consisted of a white double breasted shirt sleeve chef's coat, black and white checkered trousers with black flat shoes. She flashed a cute smile to the guard. "Hi, Erik. Can you let me through? I need a quick smoke before it gets really hectic in there." Erik laughed as he opened the gate. "You know you will get me into trouble one one of these days, Birgitta. Besides, those things will kill you you know?" Or provide with a new disguise and face. She's my ticket in. Ellana thought as the woman winked. "I like to see you try work a busy kitchen at 06:00 in the morning. We all can't guard doors all day you know." She said saluting the guard before turning on her heels, walking down the street towards an alley. Preempting the cook, Ellana drove the van into the alley. Getting out into the rear cargo bed she bided her time, waiting for her new face to come to her.


25 year old kitchen hand Birgitta Eriksson chuckled as walked towards the alley next door to the palace, which had been her private little smoking spot ever since she started working at the palace 4 years ago. Erik's a sweetie. Old enough to be my dad but a sweetie. All he does is guard that stupid gate and still he gets paid more than me! It's not fair! As she rounded the corner of the alley, popping the cigarette into her mouth Birgitta discovered that her private sanctuary was no longer private. There was a dirty white van, the same one that Erik had shooed away parked right in the middle. Her curiousity overriding her common sense, Birgitta neared the vans side door. "Hello? Is somebody there?" Suddenly the side door sprang open revealing a peculiar sight, a young brunette girl grinning at her and her naked clone taped up slumped behind her. "Hi! I need you dear!" The girl chimed grabbing an handful of her chef's coat by the scruff of her neck. "What?! Wait!"" Was all she could manage as she was yanked inside the van, her cigarette tumbling from her mouth. Before she could scream Birgitta felt a blow connect to the side of her neck from her attacker, letting out a brief yelp she collapsed unconscious onto her belly instantly. Grinning, Ellana slammed the side door shut with a snap.



Stripping off the clothing she had taken from little Elsa, who still sat slumped naked fast asleep Ellana took the unconscious Birgitta into her arms assuming her form with a kiss, yanking off her bandana as she did so. "Birgitta Eriksson, 25, Stockholm Palace Kitchen Hand. She's a talented cook but feels that she's been passed over for promotion to sous chef because she's a woman. Birgitta like all of the female staff are paid far less then the men. She is considering strike action with a number of female kitchen staff." Ellana loosened Birgitta's hair tie copying her small ponytail before unbuttoning her chefs coat folding it open and slipping it from the woman's freckled shoulders, then pulled off her cropped white vest over her head admiring her cute little freckled slightly pointed A-cup breasts with puffy full light pink areolas. Seating the half naked Birgitta next to Elsa, Ellana removed the woman's shoes, unlacing the kitchen hands trousers whipping them from her slender hips, down her lightly freckled legs along with her solid black scanty panties exposing a full pink clitoris topped with a small trimmed strip of ginger hair. Getting dressed in the woman's clothes, Ellana taped up Birgitta's wrists, ankles and gagged her with a strip. Then opening the van door, Ellana leapt out of the van slamming the door shut leaving Birgitta slumped naked on Elsa's bared shoulder.


"Well that was quick, Birgitta. What did you do? Run?" Asked Erik the guard as Ellana flashed him a smile approaching the gate. "Well, let's just say I had an epiphany, Erik. Smoking is quite hazardous to your health." The guard laughed as he opened the gate letting her in. "Like I always say. Listen to your elders, you'll live longer." Ellana winked at him. "More like you just talk the ears off the young." Erik laughed shaking his head, locking up the gate. Humans can be so gullible sometimes. Not that I'am complaining however... Turning on her heels, Ellana walked into the palace kitchens.


Stockholm Palace Kitchens 06:05am


As soon as she had entered the busy kitchens, which was full of cooks preparing the mornings breakfast, Ellana was approached by a thickset dark haired human male with a goatee beard dressed in a similar outfit to she, but with a tall white hat. According to the girl's memories, this was Einar Bjornsson, the sous chef. "Ah, Birgitta. Enjoyed your little smoke? Because it's the last you will be getting for a while. As you well know, we have both the kings breakfast to serve within the hour and the breakfasts for representatives of the agricultural convention for 08:00. I want everything done for the morning so both the King and these representatives can enjoy the perfect breakfasts. Which is why I want you on the kings breakfast. I trust no one else." Ellana flashed him a smile, nodding. "You can count on me, chef!" Grinning the man patted her shoulder before leaving to scold a couple of young chefs. Pulling on some gloves, Ellana approached the counter busying herself with the kings breakfast. Trust me, the king will have a breakfast fit for one of his station.


06:45am


Once she had drizzled the King's klapgrött with berry juice, Ellana carried over the steaming bowl to a waiting pretty honey blonde maid who flashed her a friendly smile, waiting by a tray laden with toast and coffee. The girl was attractive with slightly squared features, prominent cheekbones and big blue eyes, her hair braided into pigtails. Her petite form hugged by a black uniform dress, with white lace cuffs, collar, apron and black pumps. Has she watched the girl leave the kitchen, Ellana glanced at the clock. I have a hour until the start of the convention, and i can't be cooking breakfast all morning. I might as well serve the king his breakfast. This should get me out of the kitchens and hopefully I can find a suitable form in time for the 08:00 start Thinking fast, Ellana turned to Einar. "Excuse me, chef. May I be excused? I need the bathroom." The portly chef smiled. "Of course, my dear. But do be quick we have an hour to prepare for all the delegates and I need every hand." Thanking the man, she swept from the kitchen in pursuit of the young maid.


Kitchen Access Corridor 5 minutes later


Maid Anikka Jonsson hummed as she wheeled along the King's breakfast, pride swelling in her breast. This klapgrött smells divine! That cute kitchen hand who made this must be as proud as I'am to serve His Majesty. As she passed a broom cupboard to her left, Anikka felt the right hand wheel of her trolley stick into place. "Tsk! Damn stupid wheel! Why is this always hap-mmpph!" Anikka suddenly felt a slender hand press over her mouth to muffle her panicked cries, fear trickling down her spine as another grasped her throat."Shh! Little maid. Why don't you take a break? Let me deliver His Majesty his breakfast." A woman's voice hissed in her ear, pinching the vulnerable points of her throat. Feeling an odd mix of arousal and pain, Anikka let out a muffled aroused squeak as she slumped unconscious into her attackers arms. The last sensation she felt was being dragged into the broom cupboard behind her.



Setting the unconscious maid onto the floor, Ellana shed Birgitta's outfit then knelt by the girl taking her into her arms to assume her form with a kiss removing her hat and untying her apron. "Anikka Jonsson, 23, Maid to His Majesty King Carl XVI Gustaf. She's from a long line of maids. Anikka's grandmother and her mother served the previous kings. She is proud to maintain the family legacy, and should she have a daughter then she hopes to pass it to her." Ellana unwound Anikka's braids copying her braids before unbuttoning her uniform dress, peeling the garment from her slim attractive body clad only in a black lace one piece undergarment, matching stockings and pumps. After slipping off the girls shoes, Ellana carefully rolled down the maid's stockings from her long legs on a time, then pulled down her one piece undergarment revealing a lush body of perky B-cup breasts with rose petal dark pink areolas, tidy womanhood decorated with a thin trimmed triangle of golden pubic year and pert peach shaped buttocks. Quickly pulling on the maids clothing, Ellana found some duct tape on a shelf binding and gagging the naked unconscious maid then dragged her behind the shelves out of sight. Straightening her maids cap, she swept from the broom cupboard fixing the stuck right wheel. Then using the girl's memories made her way to the kings chambers.


3rd Floor Stockholm Royal Palace 06:58am


Standing outside the door to the King's study, Ellana knocked twice flashing a warm smile to the butler than emerged. "Ah! Good morning Anikka. I see you have brought the king his klapgrött. He will be most pleased. I will just take this trolley of your hands..." As the elderly human wheeled the tray through, Ellana noticed an attractive middle aged woman walk out of the kings study squeezing past the butler looking rushed, tired and harried. "Excuse me, please." She said the butler closing the door. She had lined but youthful slender features, slender cheekbones and striking blue eyes her long auburn hair tied into a bun. She was wearing a smart red dress, over which was a white suit jacket, with red high heels and dangling gold earrings. The woman began to move down the corridor, wringing her hands with nerves. An early morning meeting with the King? No wonder she's nervous. Well I have a cure for that. She looks as if she's the head of the Swedish delegation so that's my way in. Grinning Ellana carefully crept up behind her as the woman stopped near a broom cupboard.


Karin Dahlström, head of the Swedish delegation took deep breaths bouncing on her feet in an effort to calm her nerves. Between the early morning start, the meeting with His Royal Highness and the impending convention, Karin was on edge. And going through a divorce isn't helping either. Damn, what I freeze doing the meeting? I have so much on my mind right know! This stupid convention couldn't have come at a worser time. I should have taken that compassionate leave. What?! Suddenly she felt a hand clamp around her mouth interrupting her thoughts, muffling her whimpers. "Your looking a little harried my dear. Lucky for you I have just the cure." Said a woman's voice as she grasped Karin around her slender throat, pinching the sides of her slender neck. Letting out a muffled squeak of pain, Karin slumped unconscious in her attackers grip as she was dragged into the broom cupboard.




Gently laying the unconscious woman onto the floor of the cupboard, Ellana stripped off her maid uniform before assuming the woman's form with a kiss slipping off her suit jacket. "Karin Dahlström, 44, Swedish Delegation Member. She recently divorced from her husband, who has custody of their 16 year old daughter. The reason behind the split was Karin's long hours and not seeing enough of her family. She doesn't want to give up and wants her family to take her back." Ellana removed the woman's jewellery, putting it on then loosened her bun copying the bun. Rolling Karin into her side, Ellana unzipped her dress from the rear peeling it from her curvaceous form leaving the woman clad only in her crimson satin slip, matching bra and low cut panties, with stockings and suspenders. Slipping off Karin's heels Ellana unclipped the woman's stockings, carefully rolling them down her legs before whipping off her panties exposing a full clitoris crowned with a trimmed triangle of auburn hair, followed by the belt from around her waist. After putting on the lingerie, Ellana flicked up Karin's arms pulling her slip over her head, then unhooked her bra admiring Karin's full firm D-cup breasts with puffy red roundel shaped areolas. Once she was dressed in the delegation heads clothes, Ellana taped up the woman's wrists and ankles gagging her. Concealing Karin's voluptuous naked form behind a stack of boxes, Ellana swept from the room using the woman's memories to make her way to the convention downstairs. So far no sign of my old friends. I wonder what's keeping them?


Stockholm Royal Palace Front Entrance 07:10am


"I'am sorry, ma'am but we aren't letting in any visitors during the conference, except attendees to the conference and farmers. Press included." Said a young male royal guard standing at the large iron gates. "May I ask why? You must know about the freedom of the press." Asked Agent L, as the man glanced to his partner a pretty young woman. "Didn't you read the news? We are upping security protocols ever since two women infiltrated a meeting in Delhi between the British and Swedish PM'S and the Indian President." The man nodded. "That's right. Luckily they were two Interpol agents sent there to appraise just that. But still, until new protocols are adopted no visitors allowed. Sorry for the inconvenience." M sighed as they backed away from the gate. "Looks like P did his job a little too well boss. What now?" Scanning around the crowd, L overheard a couple of disappointed journalists. There were also many Swedish farmers, all dressed in traditional local garb."Damn! We are going to miss the breakfast." His partner a woman nodded. "Yeah I was sure looking forward to those meatballs." Then her eyes fell upon two local farm girls standing chatting near bushes, isolated from the rest of the rest of the group. They were both attractive young women, who bore a strong family resemblance the same squared features, big blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair under their white quaker hats. Their convention passes hanging around their necks. The one to the left had hers tied into a ponytail while her sister wore braided buns. Dressed in blue and yellow apron dresses, adorned with embroidered flowers on the collar, white smock underneath and black buckled shoes. "Look there, rookie. We should get in dressed like that." M sighed. "Oh no. I knew you were going to say that, boss. Okay, let's just get this over with." Falling into step behind her boss, M crept into the bushes sneaking up on the unsuspecting farm girls.



" I'am so glad that they are not letting in journalists, Anna. It's how it should be." Said Astrid to her younger sister gesturing towards the crowd of journalists being turned away, next to her Anna twirled her ponytail. "Ugh! These city folk whine too much about their stomachs and would probably complain when they learn meatballs aren't on the menu." As both girls burst out laughing, they felt two arms snake around their slender throats dragging them into the bushes. Unable to scream, they felt their heads being pressed forwards from behind, slumping unconscious into their attackers arms with strangled rattles of breath. "Just like that, boss?" M said lowering the unconscious Anna into the bushes. L nodded kneeling beside the sleeping form of Astrid, stripping off her suit. "Yeah, don't press too far forward or you will crush her throat. And we don't want that, rookie." M nodded reluctantly taking off her clothes. "Ugh! Dresses again, boss?" She grimaced looking down at Anna's body.



Within 5 minutes the two agents were fully dressed in their stolen dresses, standing over the unconscious bound zip tied and gagged scantily clad forms of Anna and Astrid Henriksson. Anna dressed only in her white lace trim camisole and matching thong, while Astrid was wearing only a pink lacy bra and matching bikini shorts. "You know how you said we won't be mugging anyone today, boss?" M sighed tying on Anna's hat. L shook her head tying on Astrid's apron dress, before slapping M behind her head. "Do you have a better idea, Martha?" Rubbing the back of her head, M shook it. "Right, let's go get our girl." Leaving the unconscious girls deep in the bushes, the agents used their disguises blending in with the other farmers as they were let into the royal palace.


The Great Hall Stockholm Royal Palace 08:00am



Ellana was bored. What was a hale and hearty breakfast complete with tasty oatmeal klapgrött, bowls of fresh fruit washed down with orange was ruined by the seemingly never ending run of speeches. First a rambling speech by the elderly King Carl XVI Gustaf, followed by a dry dull diatribe from Prime Minister Kristersson then a speech from a woman who represented the World Food Program, whatever that was. Zoning out, Ellana tucked into her second bowl of vanilla ice cream. Well at least the ice cream is tasty. The look on the humans face when I ordered it, priceless! Ugh, I forgot how dull the starts of these sorts of things are. Will these speeches never end. It's been nearly an hour... The sound of applause from the crowd of representatives, snapped her attention back to the present. The middle aged woman who had finished her speech cleared her throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Agricultural Innovation Summit is about to begin. You will be now split up into separate meetings discussing all the different issues that effect world agriculture. Pesticide use, the exciting new technologies we could adopt to revolutionise the industry, ensuring agricultural exports in times of war and the last and perhaps the most important given our ever changing world; finding the right balance between output and sustainability. The commissions will then present the discussions to the summit as a whole at the end of the day. Now Sweden is to host the discussion about pesticides, along with local farmers, who will lend their voices as well. So let us begin." Finishing her speech, the woman walked off the podium to applause. If it's possible I could attend all the discussions, plenty of females from across the world to replace. This is going to be fun. Ellana thought as she polished off her ice cream before walking over to a group which consisted of representatives from Russia, France and Nigeria along with some garishly dressed local farmers, who swept from the bustling hall.


Rising from their seats, the two agents followed the pesticide committee out of the hall. "You know which one she is, right rook?" L turned to M as they gingerly walked across the hall, their stolen dresses restricting their movements. "The Swedish delegation chick, in the red dress white jacket. Ellana always did like her ice cream boss." L smiled as they joined the group. "And it will prove her undoing." She whispered eyes fixed on Ellana in front of them.


Pesticide Use and Control Committee, 1st floor drawing room, 09:00am


"And the Russians are here? Figures. They are the world's biggest pests after all." The French delegate said haughtily as he said down opposite the bald thickset Russian who scoffed. "High talk from the country who gave us Napoleon and concept of running away from a fight!" The frenchman shot from his seat walking around the table. "How dare you?! I will show you a fight!" He snarled squared up to him. The Danish delegate shook her head in disgust. Seated inbetween them, Ellana was enjoying the fight until the Nigerian delegate a woman in a colourful dress shot up. "Gentlemen, please! We are here to discuss pesticides, not to come to blows!" Taking a deep breath the Frenchman walked back around to his seat glaring right at the Russian. Over the course of the hour, Ellana had simply dozed off from boredom missing half of the discussion but not before noticing L & M seated amongst the small group of Swedish farmers, dressed in traditional garb. Looking right at her. Hmm? I would never have guessed it was them in those outfits. Well done to them, I'am impressed. Are they here for me through chance or sheer dumb luck. Let's find out.


"It's important to ensure that the weaker, farming dependent African economies, like Nigeria aren't effected by a possible ban on-." The sound of Ellana clearing her throat interrupted the Nigerian delegate in mid flow. "May I be excused? I really need to go to the bathroom, now." The other delegates looked at her with surprised glances, the Danish delegate a middle aged blonde woman leaned over. "Madame president, you are the one who can stop the discussion, I don't see why you would our permission to leave." Smiling Ellana rose out of her chair turning to a young brunette beside her. "You have the chair, my dear." The young Swede flashed her a mortified glance as she strode over to the door, exiting the room just as the French and Russian delegates resumed their furious tirade. Behind her, the agents also excused themselves working their away around the table but were stopped briefly as the two delegates began to wrestle each other over the table.


1st floor Women's Bathroom 09:45am


Looks like I was right after all. They knew exactly who I was, it was no accident they were there. Well, I need a new face and quickly. And if there's one thing my time on earth as taught me it's you can always find just that in the ladies bathroom. Just as she entered the bathroom, it was as if the Goddess herself was watching over her. There was a young woman washing her hands who looking up smiling at her as she entered, returning the smile Ellana appraised her. She was a beautiful petite woman with round oval features, pronounced cheekbones and eyes a pleasing shade of turquoise. Her head crowned by a short brown hair cut into a pixie style. She was dressed in a pink turtleneck sweater, over which was a matching blazer with a black pencil skirt and pumps. Her ears were pierced with studs and Ellana noted a gold wedding band on her index finger. She's perfect. Ellana walked behind her readying her hand. "I like your look." The girl blinked innocently. "Um thank you-ugh!!" Ellana swiftly neck chopped the woman on the side of her slender neck, the brunette letting out a cute pained squeak as Ellana caught her falling weight under her shoulders. "But it's all mine now, dear." She whispered in the unconscious girls ear, dragging her into the waiting cubicle behind them.



Straddling the unconscious woman on the toilet bowl, Ellana stripped off the clothing she had taken from Karin Dahlström planting a passionate kiss on her victims lush lips slipping off her blazer. "Nadezhda Shevchenko, 28, Junior Ukrainian Delegate, Output-Environment Committee. She has been married for two years to her husband, who is on President Zelinsky's security detail back home in Kyiv. Nadezhda fears for him but is proud that they both doing their big for their country in the face of the Russian invasion." Ellana put on Nadezhda's jewellery then after removing her pumps unzipped her skirt from the rear, pulling the garment off her hips and down off her long legs covered in tights. Rolling up the woman's turtleneck sweater, Ellana gently rolled Nadezhda's tights from around her waist taking care not to damage them then off her legs before whipping off her nude coloured lace tanga thong, exposing a small womanhood topped with a trimmed strip of brown hair. Pulling on the panties, followed by the woman's tights Ellana slipped the turtleneck sweater up over Nadezhda's head reaching around to unhook her matching bra admiring her small slightly pointed A-cup breasts with circular puffy pink areolas. Quickly dressing in the woman's clothes, Ellana tore up Karin's red dress binding and gagging Nadezhda's petite naked form. When she was finished, Ellana closed the cubicle door behind her retrieving an out of order from the cupboard sticking it on. Then looping Nadezhda's handbag over her shoulder she swept from the bathroom, using the woman's memories to make her way to the Committee.


5 Minutes Later


"Come on rookie. We both know that when Ellana says she's going to the bathroom, that only means one thing. She's gone to switch which means she made us back there." L said as the agents approached the 1st floor women's bathroom. "Boss! Just give me a second, alright! It's hard enough trying move in this damn dress as it is! I don't know how your doing it!" M replied as she hurriedly caught up with her boss, holding open the door. "I make do, M. Like any good marine." M groaned as they entered the toilets. The agents scanned the cubicles finding one slightly ajar, conspicuous with the Swedish out of order sign stuck on haphazardly. "See, rook. What did I tell you?" Gesturing with her head, L walked over to the cubicle M on her shoulder. "She does know how to pick them, I will give her that." M said as L pushed open the door revealing a bound naked body of a pretty brunette, the scatted remains of the Swedish chairs clothes scattered around the woman's spread legs. "Okay, rookie. Let's give the scanner a go." Nodding the young agent took out K's scanner, closing the woman's legs as she leant over to scan her face, watching the blue light dance across her sleeping face. "Well I'll be it worked! She's a Mrs Nadezhda Shevchenko, 28 and a junior member of the Ukrainian delegation. According to this, she's supposed to be at the Output-Environment Committee. 1st floor Dining Room." The two agents left the cubicle closing the door on the naked girl. "There's nothing we can do for her except log her location to P for processing. Come on, rook we've no time to waste." M sighed petulantly. "I'am certainly not relishing walking all that way in this get-up." She moaned as they left the bathroom.


1st floor Corridor


As soon as the agents had left the bathroom, the agents saw two pretty female Royal Guards approached them grins on their faces. They were both dressed in the distinctive blue uniform, with white collar, trim and filigreed epaulettes, trousers with white piping and black jackboots. Heads covered by chrome white plumed helmets. The woman on the left, hints of ash blonde under her helmet, greeted them with a smile. " Hej, mina damer. Hut trivs du I palaset?" M turned to L grinning. "Boss? I think we've been made." She said through gritted teeth, as L advanced on the guard. "Your uniforms are very smart. Very clean." The guards blinked in surprise but before they could even react L kneed the blonde guard in her intimate area, causing her to double up in pain, then followed through with a neck chop that sent the woman crashing to the floor on her belly with a yelp of pain. At the same moment, M had lashed out at the second woman landing her infamous right hook sending her sprawling onto her back with a cute grunt. Taking the unconscious guards by their ankles, the agents dragged them into the bathroom. "I really wasn't kidding, rookie. Their uniforms are very smart." Opening the bathroom door behind them M chuckled. " Plus easier to move around in. But this helmet? What is it with the old world and ridiculous hats?"


"Looks like I'am a Eva Invardsson, rookie and you're a Clara Lestander." L said glancing at the guards IDs as the agents finished buttoning up their stolen dress uniforms, the real guards lay curled up in a toilet cubicle at their feet bound, gagged with torn strips of the native garb. Dressed only in their standard issue white vests and black bikini shorts that barely hid their tight toned bodies. Eva with her short ash blonde cut into a pixie while Clara had her jet black hair tied into a short ponytail. "While I'am glad to out of that damn dress. I can't see a thing in this helmet boss." Strapping on Eva's helmet, L shook her head. "Why is it always a complaint with you, rookie? You're out of that dress at least and besides these uniforms will give us better access to the palace. Now lets get moving!" Nodding her head, M fell into step behind her boss as they left the bathroom leaving the bruised scantily clad guards unconscious in the cubicle next to Ellana's victim.


Output Environment Committee 1st Floor Dining Room 10:00am


Upon entering the dining room, Ellana noticed that the meeting was already in full swing. This is the downside to replacing such a junior member, they always start the meeting without you. Well, I might as well stick around. I could learn something. Taking her street behind the Ukrainian Delegate, Ellana took out a note pad and pen making a note that seated around him were representatives from the USA, China, India and Brazil. Given their position at the head of the table, it seemed the Brazilian an attractive female was chairing. "Ladies and Gentlemen. You must understand that we must put the environment over the need for profit. Otherwise our children's children will be playing the price." Opposite her the Chinese delegate, an elderly male with papery skin shook his head. "With all due respect Ms Da Silva. Had you said that 20 years ago, I may have backed you but that's a long time. I'am sure that my Indian counterpart would agree that was before we become emergent economies." Next to him a middle aged Indian woman dressed in a blue Sari tapped the table with her hand. "Hear hear. Perhaps this should be a responsibility shouldered on the Americans? They consume more than India and China combined." The American, a middle aged man with balding dark hair gestured to the Ukrainian. "Don't look to us, ma'am. We're too busy helping his nation fight Putin. Why should we care about the environment when lives are at stake?" The Ukrainian, a square jawed blonde male shrugged. "Hell, I didn't even want to be on this committee. But someone had to go invite the Russians." Da Silva sighed putting her head in her hands as Ellana scribbled furiously.


Just outside the Dining Room


Dressed in their stolen uniforms, the agents took position flanking the doors. "Right rookie, this is it. All we need to do is wait for Ellana to come through that door, and we have her. In and out just like I said." Glancing at her, M coughed with a hint of skepticism. "Well I hope it's sooner rather than later, because my feet are chafing in these boots." L quietened her with a disapproving growl as they got into character standing up straight.


The Committee Room 30 minutes later


Finishing her notes, Ellana replaced her notepad before raising to her feet. This is all so fascinating! I didn't know that Earth was in the middle of a climate crisis and that the humans are divided over it. We Zenobians have long learned to live in harmony with nature, after all it's been 250 cycles since we pioneered fusion power. I wish I could stay but there is so much more I need to see. Leaving the human representatives to quibble over the finer points of climate change, Ellana slipped quietly from the room.


Just outside


The agents did a double take as Ellana emerged from the room, smiling she turned to face them. "Hello my old friends! Long time no see. Nice uniforms by the way." Laughing she began to run up the corridor but before the two agents could give chase, a male guard with more ornate looking epaulettes rounded the corner swiftly approaching them. "Vakter, är allt i sin ordning?" the man asked blocking their view of the retreating Ellana. L quickly smiled saluting the man, nodding as M repeated the gestures. "Ja." The officer returned the salute flashing the smile back. " Mycket bra. De där utlänningama slösar bort sin tid på att bråka om planeten, eh? He said bursting out laughing. The agents laughed with him before he bade them farewell in Swedish and walked away to their left. Letting out a low whistle the agents glanced back up the corridor. "Oh shit! Damn it, boss. We lost her thanks to that idiot!" L shook her head the agents ran back up the corridor. "Let's go rookie! She can't have gotten far!"


1st floor West Wing Women's Bathroom 10:36am


Who knew that human palaces have so many bathrooms! This definitely isn't the case in the Royal Palace back home. Anyway, I hadn't expected to tan into the agents again so soon so I need to update my look. Ellana thought as she entered the seemingly deserted women's bathroom in the west wing, that looked similar to the east wings. Ahead of her she thought she could hear the sound of trickling water from one of the cubicles, crouching down she saw a pair of ebony skinned legs with green trousers and matching satin panties down around her ankles. Well I guess I'am in luck. Let's just wait for her to finish then I will strike. Grinning at her own cunning, Ellana lent against the cubicle waiting for the door to open.


Ethiopian representative Sania Abraham sighed with relief as she emptied the contents of her full bladder, enjoying the brief respite from the stalled talks in the War-Trade Committee. She was an attractive woman with ebony skinned diamond features, high cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her black hair cropped short. She was wearing a green pant suit with a black silk blouse underneath and matching high heels. A gold pendant hung around her neck with matching dangling earrings. If we can't get the DRC to see reason than these talks will go nowhere but I'am not giving up, not while my country is plagued by famine. They are counting on me. Feeling the last of her water leave her bladder, Sania took some paper from the holder wiping herself down before pulling up her trousers and flushing. As soon as she left the cubicle she was greeted by a sharp chop to the side of the neck. Sania let out a pained squeak as she slumped back unconscious onto the toilet bowl. "No need to get dressed on my account, dear." Ellana quipped as she straddled Sania stripping off Nadezhda's clothing.


Ellana kissed the unconscious woman hard on her lips, assuming her form as she unfastened the suit jacket slipping it from her shoulders. "Sania Abraham, 34, Ethiopian Representative. Part of the War-Trade Committee in the West Wing parlour room. She believes the talks are getting nowhere because of the stubbornness of the DRC representative who says his nation should be getting more grain, despite Ethiopia's famine. She's certainly feeling the pressure. Looks like I did you a flavour, dear." Ellana said to the woman, putting on her jewellery before unbuttoning her blouse revealing large D-cup breasts enveloped by a green satin bra. After slipping off her heels, Ellana unfastened Sania's trousers working them free from her rounded full hips peeling them her long ebony legs then whipped off her green satin briefs, exposing a full womanhood crowned with a thick trimmed triangle of black pubic hair. Once she had pulled up the underwear, Ellana stripped off Sania's blouse unclasping her bra from the front, folding the garment out to admire the well formed buoyant breasts with full puffy black areolas. Quickly getting dressed in the woman's clothes, Ellana tore up Nadezhda's sweater binding and gagging the naked voluptuous dark skinned woman. Leaving the cubicle, Ellana retrieved another out of order sign sticking it on the door before looping Sania's handbag over her shoulder. Using the woman's memories to guide her, she made her way to the War-Trade Committee.

30 minutes Later


"Come on boss! This place is huge just like Madrid. How are we going to even find her in here? Knowing her she could be any woman by now." L sighed at the negative waves coming off her young partner, as they searched the west wing corridor. "I swear if it wasn't for that helmet you're wearing, I would slap that negativity right out of you..." Her voice trailed off when they came to another women's bathroom. "What do you say now, rookie? Think we will get lucky again?" She said gesturing to the door. M flashed a wan smile. "There's no way we are that lucky, boss." Chuckling the two walked inside. "You know I'am getting a weird sense of déjà vû right now?" L shook her head as they entered the all to similar bathroom, noticing yet another out of order sign stuck on the third cubicle along. "Do you want to do the honours this time, M?" Sighing M opened the door to find a naked ebony skinned woman slumped bound on the toilet. Taking out her scanner, M ran the woman's biometrics. "Sania Abraham, 34, Ethiopian representative on the War-Trade Committee which is in the Parlour room, not too far away." Before L could answer the agents froze as they heard the sound of two women giggling from beyond the bathroom door. The agents readied themselves as the door burst open to reveal two young suited women, holding hands.


The woman on the left was a pretty ash blonde, her hair tied up into a sensible bun, wearing a purple pantsuit with a black silk blouse underneath and matching heels. A small silver chain necklace hugged her throat, and matching dangling earrings. The ID hanging around her neck identified her as Sandra Dawson, a British junior delegation member. While her partner an olive skinned beauty with shoulder length black curls, wearing a bright red suit jacket with matching knee length skirt with white low cut tank top underneath and red pumps. She also wore a beaded necklace with matching earrings. Her ID read Ophelia Antonopoulou, a WFP junior representative. Sandra's brow furrowed at the strange sight but as she peered into the cubicle catching sight of the naked Sania, her mouth opened gesturing to Ophelia who's eyes widened. Reacting quickly, the agents advanced on the women. L lashed out with a thunderous right hook that send Sandra bouncing off the wall with a squeak, the British girl slid down the wall of the bathroom unconscious with a low sign. At the same moment, M sent a left hook across Ophelia's jaw sending the woman reeling into the wall with pained yelp where she slid down to rest on her belly.


Kneeling beside the stricken Sandra, L caressed the woman's ID. "Well would you look at that, rookie. They are on the War Trade committee. Strip them, their suits will get us in." She said yanking the ID from the woman's neck before she stripped off the royal guard uniform. Next to her, M rolled over the unconscious Ophelia pulling off her ID. " In and out?" That's what you said boss. My ass!" Reaching across L cuffed her upside her head. "Quit your bellyaching and get them out of their suits." M sighed as she shed the guard uniform, rubbing her head. "You just can't beat toilets for a good make out spot, I see even suits like to use the girls toilets to make out from time to time. Takes me back to my high school days. I always thought straight girls and guys have it harder." L chuckled shaking her head as she unbuttoned Sandra's blouse. "Oh I never used the bathrooms rookie. It was either the broom cupboard or sports equipment sheds. I lost my virginity to a guy in a janitors cupboard but we got caught. Still never regretted it." M laughed as she removed Ophelia's jacket. "My boss, a saucy little minx. Who would've thought-ow?!!" L cuffed her head again before they resumed stripping the women.


Within five minutes they were standing over the scantily clad unconscious bodies of Sandra and Ophelia, bound and gagged with duct tape from the attendants cupboard, fully dressed in their stolen suits. Sandra wearing only a black lace push up bra and matching g-string thong while Ophelia's modesty was covered by a red lace bra and matching shorts, M having took her red sheer tights. Taking the women by their ankles they dragged them over to the cubicle next to Sania, stashing them inside. "You know there seems to be a lot of out of order toilets in this place. It's shocking." M joked sticking on a sign on the cubicle door as L smirked at the joke. "Come on, rook. She's got enough of an head start." Nodding with determination the agents swept from the bathroom.


The War Trade Committee Room 11:25am


Ellana was enjoying the spirited debates between the British, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Turkey and a representative of the nation of Serbia. With the chair being the World Food Program. I find it both fascinating and alarming that Earth is beset by both war and famine. This reminds me of Zenobia in the dark days of the Unification Wars, when we fought to unite the planet under one banner and abolish nations. My heart goes to to these poor humans. I wish there would be something that could be done... Her musings were interrupted when the door opened, announcing the appearance of L & M who had swapped their guard uniforms for suits. And now they show up, just when the debate was getting interesting. Well it looks like I need to take my leave and find a new look. Sighing she used the cover of another impassioned speech from the DRC representative to slip out from the room. Lucky the agents hadn't noticed her leave, too entranced by the man's words.



The West Wing Corridor 11:30am


As Ellana stalked the corridors looking for a new face she noticed a young Hispanic woman exit the closet in front of her. She was an attractive sultry woman with heart shaped tanned features, sloping cheekbones and bright hazel eyes, her jet black hair tied into a ponytail. The woman's athletic figure was hugged by a lilac coloured skirt jacket, matching skirt with white plunge V neck top underneath and brown leather pumps. A chain necklace graced her neck with earrings. Ellana glanced at the woman's ID around her neck. Hmm? According to her ID she's Carmen Álvarez, Spanish representative and she's on the Future Technologies Committee. Well how fortuitous, that's the last committee I want to visit. And it's awfully kind of her to place herself in front of a closet. Grinning Ellana advanced on the woman who barely had time to react as she held up her hand like a blade, striking the female on her vulnerable neck. The representative let a cute little "ugh!!" as she collapsed unconscious into Ellana's waiting arms. Looking around to see the coast was clear, she dragged the woman into the closet.


What greeted her when she entered was a "mmmph!" Looking down Ellana saw a middle aged Hispanic woman taped up and gagged wearing only a lacy lilac one piece, a discarded maids uniform scattered around her. She was a dead ringer for the woman Ellana held in her arms. Tears were steaming from her eyes pleading with Ellana to free her. "Well it seems I have stumbled into another case of espionage how exciting!" Gently lowering the imposter onto the floor, Ellana knelt by the struggling woman black hair flowing across her shoulders, caressing her pretty face. " You must be the real Carmen. I'am sorry, sweet thing but I'am not the calvary. I'am afraid you need to go back to sleep." She said reaching her hand around the woman's throat, Carmen frantically shaking her head, pinching. Carmen let out a muffled confused squeak before slumping unconscious. "Now I wonder what your story is." Ellana turned back to the face the sleeping imposter planting a kiss on her luscious lips. "Salma Villalobos, 27, Freelance Mercenary from Mexico. You're an expert in corporate espionage, blackmail and everything in between. A corporation has hired you to ensure the development of a new revolutionary compost engine, made by a Korean company by impersonating the spanish representative. Not only could this be ideal for farming but could actually be the next big source of renewable energy if properly developed. If this engine was deemed worthy of development, then the companies stocks would skyrocket. Meaning a lot of money if the committee decided before it's made public. Fascinating. Well, this belongs to all the people of earth not just the elite." Grinning Ellana stripped off Sania's suit, an idea forming in her mind.



Now naked, Ellana stripped the imposter out of Carmen's suit, including the stolen jewellery and copying the woman's ponytail, leaving Salma dressed only in her solid white plunge bra and matching thong, her athletic toned form on full display. After putting on the jewellery and taping up the imposter, Ellana knelt by the unconscious Carmen stripping off her binds as she assumed the woman's form with a kiss. "Carmen Álvarez, 34, Spanish Representative. She was on her way back to the 2nd floor parlour room from the ladies bathroom, when she passed this cupboard. She was dragged inside by Salma and choked out." Taking the woman's undergarment by the straps, Ellana peeled it from Carmen's slim figure exposing well formed C-cup breasts with perky circular dark pink areolas, a full womanhood with a thin trimmed triangle of black hair and pert plum shaped buttocks. Once she had stepped into the undergarment, Ellana got dressed in the suit looping the ID over her head then reapplied tape to Carmen's limbs and mouth. Taking out a piece of paper, Ellana scribbled a note for the agents to find explaining the peculiar situation. Folding it she tucked it into Salma's thong, tapping it. Straightening up her jacket, Ellana swept from the cupboard, using the woman's memories to guide her to the second floor.


The War Trade Committee Same Moment


So mesmerised were the agents by the debate between the DRC representative and the WFP representative that L didn't notice Ellana had been gone for all of ten minutes, as she scanned the area out of boredom. "Rookie? Rookie!" She hissed through her teeth at M, who managed to tear herself from the debate. "How the hell did she slip past us, M?!" The younger agent simply shrugged. "I don't know I was too busy listening to the debate. That WFP woman has a real attractive accent." L rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't mention that to V. Now lets go." Excusing themselves, the agents slipped out into the corridor.


10 minutes later


Walking down the corridor the agents approached a broom cupboard. "Wait? Do you hear that rookie?" They strained their ears catching a thumping sound coming from behind the wooden doors. "Let me guess? Another surprise from our friendly Zenobian." She replied with a sardonic grin as a chuckling L opened the door to reveal a strange sight. "Looks like someone's been busy. Two for the price of one, rook." At their feet was a young hispanic woman dressed only in solid white bra and thong, taped and gagged laying on her side screaming into her gag. A little deeper into the cupboard was a completely naked woman on her back unconscious, taped up who was a dead a ringer for the other woman. "You check on the naked girl, I have got this one, rook." Nodding, M ran her face with her scanner. "Well this is Carmen Álvarez, 34 and the Spanish Representative on the Future Technology Committee." L scanned the underwear clad woman, who was still screaming through her gag. "What there's something in her panties. Let's see here..." The woman let out a scandalised muffled squeak as L took out a piece of paper, reading it. "Well, well. It's from Ellana. This one's a merc who took out the representative and stole her clothes. All for a little industrial espionage." M let out a low whistle as L glanced down evilly at the underwear clad girl. "You're not going anywhere, honey." She grasped the woman's throat, pinching the vagus nerve. Salma Villalobos let out a muffled squeak of arousal as she collapsed unconscious once again. L then took out her communicator, dialing P. "P? Yeah, things have gotten a little bit interesting..."



The Future Technologies Committee 2nd Floor 11:45am


Ellana entered the room to find the other delegate; two males one from Egypt the other from Indonesia and two females from Finland and Italy it seemed they were waiting for her. "Madame president?" Piped up the middle aged Italian delegate. "Where have you been? We have been ready to make a decision on the compost engine for the last 15 minutes." Taking her seat, Ellana flashed an apologetic smile. "Excuse me, madam representative. I needed to make a stop to the bathroom on the 1st floor, since the 2nd floor toilet was backing up, my apologies to the rest of the committee." The Italian nodded. "No apologies needed, Ms Álvarez. Now, it seems that we are at an impasse and require your vote. Myself and my Indonesian counterpart..." She gestured to a tanned male on the opposite side "...are in favour." She then turned to the Finnish delegate who shook her head. "But myself and my Egyptian colleague believe it isn't worth our time. Madam chair, you have the deciding vote." Clearing her throat, Ellana folded her hands over the table.


"Friends. It is my belief that this compost engine would definitely be worth it. Consider the gains. This could be the solution to your- I mean our world's food crises and not to mention provide clean renewable energy that could mean a cleaner future for our children's children. Factoring all that into account, isn't it worth taking the risks. I declare my favour." Next to her the Finnish and Egyptian representatives squirmed in their seats but nodded their ascent. "You make a convincing argument, Ms Álvarez. Egypt agrees." Said the Egyptian who turned to the Finnish woman. "So do I. Shall we bring in the young lady and her representatives to congratulate them?" The delegates nodded their ascent as one of the Finnish junior members opened the door.



Ellana smiled as a pretty young korean woman, flanked by two men entered the room. As the woman held out her hand beaming, Ellana shock it appraising her. She had gentle features with high cheekbones, upwardly standing brown eyes and light brown hair elegantly cut into a pixie style. Her petite slim form hugged by a black pantsuit with green turtleneck sweater and black pumps. I have enjoyed my time at this summit but L & M are in me. And this woman is my ticket out. " Thank you so much for endorsing my invention, you have no idea what this means." The woman said as she returned Ellana's shake firmly. "Yes, congratulations. We had no doubt that your invention will revolutionise the industry, perhaps end world hunger. If you permit me. I wish to extend my own congratulations to you in private. And I'am not to be disturbed." Ellana added with a small smile to the other delegates. The young engineer nodded. "Yes by all means, it would be delighted and most honoured." She turned to her colleagues. "Wait by the car. I shouldn't be any more than five minutes." Her colleagues nodded leaving the room. "Madame president, it will have to be five minutes. We do have other matters to discuss." Nodding Ellana lead the unsuspecting engineer from the room to a nearby office further down the corridor.

2nd floor Office

Grinning Ellana opened the door for the young Korean engineer. "After you my dear." Thanking Ellana, the woman entered the room. "I have to thank you again for every-mmphh!" After closing the door, she clamped a hand around the engineers mouth muffling her cry of betrayal. "Sorry, dear. Its nothing personal but you are my exit strategy. I really do hope your invention works, by the way." Ellana whispered into the terrified woman's ear as she grasped her slender throat, pinching the vulnerable points. The girl let out a muffled aroused squeak slumping unconscious into Ellana's arms. "There you go my dear. To sleep." She said lowering the woman gently to the floor.



Shedding the Spanish representatives clothes, Ellana took the unconscious woman into her arms assuming her form with a kiss as she slipped off the engineer's jacket from her shoulders. " Moon Sang-Hee, 25, Agriculture Engineer. Her family defected from the north when she was a girl, growing up in Seoul. She not only wants both the Korea's to benefit from her new compost engine but the whole world too. She hopes that it will solve the world food shortage and bring hope to millions." Ellana putting on Moon's studs before slipping off her shoes then unfastening her trousers. Working the garment from Moon's slender hips peeling it down her long tanned legs along with her pink floral lace trim low cut panties, from between her thighs exposing the woman's small clitoris topped with a thick strip of light brown hair. After pulling up Moon's panties, Ellana flicked up the engineers arms sliding the turtleneck up over her head followed by her matching camisole. Letting the now naked Moon flop back onto the office floor, Ellana pulled on the camisole admiring the woman's small cute A-cup breasts with light brown rose petal areolas. Quickly getting dressed in the rest of Moon's clothes, she tore up Carmen's V neck top binding and gagging the naked engineer then dragging her by her ankles over to the office desk, Ellana stashed her underneath. Fastening the jacket, she exited the room using Moon's memories to guide to her car.


Broom cupboard 2nd Floor Same Moment


"Shh! That's don't fight it, easy honey." L whispered into the ear of Italian junior representative Giulia Lombardi as she applied the rear pressure point press, the woman letting out a slow rattle of breath as she slumped into L's arms unconscious. She was an attractive olive skinned woman with long brown hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a grey pinstriped pantsuit, with striped pink blouse underneath, black pumps and silver jewellery. As she lowered the unconscious woman to the floor, she turned to M who was already dressed in a light blue pantsuit, with white halter top and black heels that once belonged to the taped up unconscious pretty blonde woman, a junior Finnish representative named Helmi Heikkinen clad only in her backless solid white bra with matching thong. M was just hanging up her communicator "That was P boss. Since someone actually did miss those junior reps from the bathroom and alerted the guards, he's sending in the calvary for clean-up." L nodded as she stripped off the British junior reps suit. "Well with these passes we should get into the Committee. Help me get her clothes off." Between them it only took a couple of minutes to strip Giulia down to her solid pink bra with white lace trim and matching thong. As L quickly got dressed finding the suit a little on the small side, M taped and gagged the half naked Giulia before dragging her body deeper into the cupboard, where she sat slumped shoulder to shoulder with Helmi. "Let's go get our girl, rookie." Smiling M fell into step next to her boss, leaving the half naked women in darkness.


The Future Technology Committee 12:10pm


As the agents entered the room they found the committee in a state of confusion, the representatives shaking their heads checking their watches. One a Finnish woman shook her head angrily. "Five minutes we said and she's been gone ten. I don't know what game Ms Álvarez is playing." The representative from Indonesia shrugged. "Well, she did want that private audience with Ms Moon and asked not be disturbed. I suppose we must wait. She shouldn't be too long, after all the office is only down the hall." Glancing at each other the agents had heard enough. Leaving the room, they walked further down to the hall to an empty office. Readying their stun pistols, the agents stacked up by the door. "On my go, rookie. Three, two, one." At one M threw open the door.

2nd Floor Office

"Damn it boss, we were too late." The young agent said as they holstered their weapons after their sweep. "Yes, rookie but Ellana as left us a parting gift look." L said gesturing to under the desk where a bound naked Korean woman was stuffed underneath. Sighing M knelt by the stricken girl, scanning her features. "Yep that's the Korean Engineer Moon Sang Hee. What now boss?" L turned looking out the window to see the copy of Moon Hang-See walk towards her car. "Rook, come here. She's right there." Getting up M moved next to the veteran agent glancing out the window. "Well, boss. Should we give chase? I can call P to cut her off." To her surprise L shook her head. "No. It's better not to. After all we know where she's heading next. We will see her in Seoul and catch up to there." M grinned. "She can't run and hide forever, right boss?" L let out a long sigh. "Come let's link up with P downstairs before we get arrested."


Outside the Royal Palace Same Moment


Getting into the waiting car, Ellana was greeted by the two colleagues of Moon Hang-See one who was the phone. Buckling up, she felt the car pull out driving towards the gates as the man hung up before excitingly turning to Ellana. "That was the President himself, Moon! We wants to give us a heroes welcome at the Blue Palace when we get back to Seoul!" After sharing high fives with the men, Ellana leant back into her seat. "Looking forward to it!" She said as the Stockholm Royal Palace and the agents receded into the distance.

MiB FIELD REPORT (TASK FORCE ELLANA)

CASE NUMBER:- EL117817

Locations:- Stockholm Royal Palace, Stockholm Sweden

Date:- 15/09/2024

Incident:- Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind

Attending agents:- L ( Senior Lead Agent) M ( Probationary Agent)


Support team 05:- P( Lead Agent) N( Probationary Agent and Data Analyst) K ( Communication and Drone Specialist) D (Logistics) J ( Driver)


Status: Ongoing


Report Summary:-


Following our disastrous result in India we followed Ellana to the Stockholm Royal Palace, where we learned that an Agricultural Innovation Summit was being held at the Royal Palace hosted by the King Himself. Naturally we correctly deduced that Ellana would want to visit as all of the nations of the G20 would be present. We decided to use the same strategy that had had served us well enough in India; we would infiltrate by posing as journalists using our fake ID and neuralysers if absolutely necessary to bypass security. Hopefully our cover would be enough and we wouldn't need to resort to our...special measures.

As things would turn out we found that we were the victims of our own cover story. The guards informing us that because of our infiltration in India they were updating security procedures and weren't letting in any journalists or non attendees. This unfortunately forced our hand as we had to acquire the passes and traditional clothing of two visiting farm girls to get us inside. With our disguises and passes we were able to blend in with the other farmers, successfully infiltrating the palace.


During the breakfast, we were able to identify Ellana, disguised as the Swedish representative Karin Dahlström, through her unhealthy ice cream addiction. Using our disguises we followed her sitting in on her meeting in the Use and Control of Pesticides Committee, but we were certain that despite our disguises Ellana had detected us excusing herself from the meeting. Avoiding the brawling French and Russian delegates, we found the 1st floor women's bathroom but Ellana was long gone having stolen the identity of Ukrainian junior representative Nadezhda Shevchenko. Thanks to Agent K's brand new scanner, we were able to get an accurate fix on Ellana's next location; the Output-Environment Committee. When we exited the bathroom we were confronted by two female Royal Guards who were close to blowing our cover. Making a tactical decision we decided to neutralise the guards and take their uniforms, their dress uniforms being more comfortable and allowing us to access more areas of the palace. After securing the unconscious guards in the bathroom, we resumed our hunt.


We decided to use our disguises and set a trap for Ellana by waiting just outside the door of the committee room. Once again luck appeared to be on the Zenobians side as she was able to get away, laughing as a guard officer approached us engaging in small talk. Thanks to our quick thinking we were able to maintain our cover and satisfy the officer. Unfortunately, by the time he had left Ellana was gone. Setting foot after her, we found that luck too was on our side. By mere chance we had discovered the bathroom were Ellana had replaced her latest victim, Ethiopian representative Sania Abraham. During our inspection of her body we were interrupted by two amorous junior representatives, one British the other a WFP. In order to maintain operational security we incapacitated them, stealing their passes and suits to better infiltrate the War-Trade Committee were Ellana had gone next. After restrained the women we moved on.


I'am ashamed to say that it took us near ten minutes upon entering the Committee room to detect that Ellana had slipped past us. I can only say we became too distracted by the debate. Realising our error we left quickly finding a broom cupboard that fits our quarries MO. When entering we discovered a most curious scene, the underwear clad body of mercenary Salma Villalobos and the naked body of Spanish Representative Carmen Álvarez, chair of the Future Technologies Summit. Ellana had left us a note detailing the mercenaries scheme and that she was behind the replacing of Ms Álvarez. Once again we found ourselves amazed by Ellana's willingness to get involved in this industrial espionage and doing the right thing. We also decided to use Ms Villalobos as a convenient fall girl for the cover story. After rendering the mercenary unconscious, we resumed.


However, it appeared that the junior representatives had been missed and the Royal Guard had been alerted to search for them. Taking refuge in a broom cupboard on the 2nd floor, we ambushed two junior representatives from Italy and Finland acquiring their clothing and passes to infiltrate the Future Technologies Committee. It was then P called us to say he was sending in the support team and a backup crew from the Stockholm field office to ensure we didn't get caught in the net. Using our new disguises we learned that Ellana had lured the Korean Engineer Moon Hang-See into a trap in an office nearby. Following her trail, we were too late instead discovering the naked bound body of the young engineer. We then witnessed Ellana entering the woman's car and driving away from the palace.


With P's help we located Ellana's other victims; a Stockholm policewoman, a young civilian and kitchen hand both found in the same van, a maid of the royal household and then Mrs Dahlström herself. After processing and neuralysing the victims, ours included we begun to make preparations to follow Ellana to Seoul. And by following her latest Mo, we deduced that she would going to The Blue Palace.


Signed

Senior Agent L ( Lead Agent Task Force Ellana)

Of course there would be ABBA references... I guess the verse "Mamma Mia, here I go again" could be the unofficial introductory anthem of any Ellana story - any USB story even.

So is this story sponsored by a klapgrött food company? Why in a USB story is this detail the one that fascinated me the most? Must be the word... Or the fact even Google didn't show any result...

Quick political joke. I don't think Ellana will get a flattering picture of Earth by assisting to these diplomatic meetings... On the other hand, it's a great occasion to feature women from all across the world. Of course, we Frenchmen only think of Napoleon and surrendering during each war... Now, if you excuse me, I have to put on my beret to eat my camembert and baguette... Well, jokes on them, it's the British girl who got mugged this time.

It seems impractical uniforms was the theme of L and M's first half in this story. In-between dresses and silly-looking helmets... At least they got a new neat gadget...

I always appreciate 'meta' jokes, such as the comment many toilets tend to be out of order when uniform stealers (Ellana, L, and M) are involved. Ditto for the irony of a uniform stealer becoming the victim of an other uniform stealer (such as with Carmen and Salma). Bonus point when the second uniform stealer comes across the victim of the first one. A bit ironic Ellana bothered to take Carmen's undergarments and left Salma clad in her underwear. I assume this is linked to the explanation why she steals the underwear. She wants to fully take a woman's identity.

It's a detail, but I appreciate when a story takes the extra mile to show how the muggers plan to handle the aftermath - such as L and M making notes of where the girls are stashed, the MIB sending crews to pick up and wipe the memories of the victims, Ellana leaving a note to sort out the situation with Salma... Same with the report that details who the various women are and that they were found. It helps selling the idea that, while shady, the MIB still has standards and has well-intentioned goals.

rufusluciusivan wrote: Thu Jul 11, 2024 8:35 pm Of course there would be ABBA references... I guess the verse "Mamma Mia, here I go again" could be the unofficial introductory anthem of any Ellana story - any USB story even.

So is this story sponsored by a klapgrött food company? Why in a USB story is this detail the one that fascinated me the most? Must be the word... Or the fact even Google didn't show any result...

Quick political joke. I don't think Ellana will get a flattering picture of Earth by assisting to these diplomatic meetings... On the other hand, it's a great occasion to feature women from all across the world. Of course, we Frenchmen only think of Napoleon and surrendering during each war... Now, if you excuse me, I have to put on my beret to eat my camembert and baguette... Well, jokes on them, it's the British girl who got mugged this time.

It seems impractical uniforms was the theme of L and M's first half in this story. In-between dresses and silly-looking helmets... At least they got a new neat gadget...

I always appreciate 'meta' jokes, such as the comment many toilets tend to be out of order when uniform stealers (Ellana, L, and M) are involved. Ditto for the irony of a uniform stealer becoming the victim of an other uniform stealer (such as with Carmen and Salma). Bonus point when the second uniform stealer comes across the victim of the first one. A bit ironic Ellana bothered to take Carmen's undergarments and left Salma clad in her underwear. I assume this is linked to the explanation why she steals the underwear. She wants to fully take a woman's identity.

It's a detail, but I appreciate when a story takes the extra mile to show how the muggers plan to handle the aftermath - such as L and M making notes of where the girls are stashed, the MIB sending crews to pick up and wipe the memories of the victims, Ellana leaving a note to sort out the situation with Salma... Same with the report that details who the various women are and that they were found. It helps selling the idea that, while shady, the MIB still has standards and has well-intentioned goals.

Well it wouldn't be a USB story set in Sweden without the greatest pop group in European history making a cameo Actually I was thinking of the iconic David Bowie track "Changes" as the official track for Ellana's stories but as an ABBA fan I will settle for "Mamma Mia."


Yep, this story is brought to you by klapgrött; the breakfasts that swedes really like to eat and not meatballs. (They are for dinner ) I actually did look this up under "What do Swedes eat for Breakfast?" Like everyone else I owe Sweden a big apology for assuming they all eat meatball. In the next story in Korea, their will be kimchi reference so stay tuned.


I think Ellana will still think the best of earth despite sitting in on these stuffy bureaucrats arguing the world. After she hasn't seen the worst Earth as to offer...yet. Something more scary than a room full of diplomats. And I thought you would like that, it's been a while since a cute British girl got stripped.


It was Arc that suggested the silly impractical uniforms for our intrepid agents. I'am glad you liked them, I looked them up and they are very smart ( if a little garish). I will be putting them up in a reply soon so you can revel in the cute Swedish girls in these outfits. And picture them getting stripped. I thought it was about time TFE had an update, seeing how Ellana keeps on running rings around them. It's representative that the MiB are upping their game.


Thank you. Arc and I have been discussing using these meta jokes to further enhance the story and make things more humourous. The stealing from the uniform stealer made it's debut in pt3 of the Cruise ship story in Messina and its a variation of our genre that as really captured my imagination. Indeed, Ellana is a perfectionist and believes it's best practice to steal everything from her victims, therefore completely replacing the woman. She didn't bother to steal Salma's underwear because it wasn't her she would be impersonating but Carmen. In fact one of Ellana's pet hates about humans stealing each others clothes is that they DON'T take the underwear.


I'am glad to hear that. I do think it's important to have this detail in ECSH to tie off all the loose ends and give a sense of closure to the story, since if its one thing i don't like about stories is that lack of closure. It was my intention to have the MiB appear this shady shadowy government agency, that does have well intentioned goals and it's code of honour. Even though their methods are questionable. Just like the movies and comics.


Thanks for reading and reviewing Rufus.

This is Guardsman Eva Ingvardsson, on duty outside the Stockhokm Royal Palace before her run in with the agents.

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As a swede, I just want to say that klappgröt ain't a breakfast-meal, it's more of a desert, which most of us don't even eat on the regular (its like a more posh and sweet version of porridge combined with berries and sweet jam all whipped together). Though many of us eat havregrynsgröt, or just porridge made from oatmeal, since its both ridiculously easy to make, pretty cheap and in many cases quite tasty.

Still, nice having a story about my hometown, and nice going with your continued story about Ellana, storm.

The Sick One wrote: Fri Jul 12, 2024 12:20 am As a swede, I just want to say that klappgröt ain't a breakfast-meal, it's more of a desert, which most of us don't even eat on the regular (its like a more posh and sweet version of porridge combined with berries and sweet jam all whipped together). Though many of us eat havregrynsgröt, or just porridge made from oatmeal, since its both ridiculously easy to make, pretty cheap and in many cases quite tasty.

Still, nice having a story about my hometown, and nice going with your continued story about Ellana, storm.

My apologies for the mix up, I got the information from Google which it seems has once again let us down. But thank you for clarifying that for us and for the information, it feels good to learn something new.

Thanks my friend, I'am glad you enjoyed the story all the same and the continued adventures of our favourite Zenobian.

Swedish Police Officer Freja Karlsson on duty the day before her meeting with Ellana

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The traditional Swedish dress as worn by the sisters Anna and Astrid ( Far left and far right)


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