Raquel Roper is an from the Cold War era, operating in the shadows and outside of the “gentleman’s” espionage conducted by other world powers. Her tactics are ruthless and her mind is certainly sadistic.
Seen mostly as a relic, there are a handful of organizations that call on her for her unique set of skills. Raquel has never relied on high tech methods as they can prove unreliable and “buggy”. A purist, she prefers the physicality of completing a mission using only her wit and physical prowess. Eyeball to eyeball, that’s where the beauty of her profession lies. She has always kno...
Raquel Roper is an from the Cold War era, operating in the shadows and outside of the “gentleman’s” espionage conducted by other world powers. Her tactics are ruthless and her mind is certainly sadistic.
Seen mostly as a relic, there are a handful of organizations that call on her for her unique set of skills. Raquel has never relied on high tech methods as they can prove unreliable and “buggy”. A purist, she prefers the physicality of completing a mission using only her wit and physical prowess. Eyeball to eyeball, that’s where the beauty of her profession lies. She has always known, intimately, the look, feel and smell of her marks. Their faces haunt her dreams...and she relishes every single visit from the spectors.
On a bitter cold afternoon, Raquel receives a communication advising her that her mission has been activated. Nikoli Bartolov is also a Cold War relic. A Soviet counterintelligence officer, he has knowledge and access to nuclear warheads stored in Siberia, long dismantled as agreed by Gorbachev and Reagan in the 80s. Further intelligence suggests he is looking to sell to a rival clandestine organization bent on world domination. Raquel has been employed to eliminate him after learning the location and access codes.
He has arrived in country to meet with the buyers to exchange the information the next morning. Raquel moves to intercept. As she enters his hotel room, she finds he is waiting for her. Seated in a corner chair, he explains he is, after all, a counterintelligence officer. He offers her the opportunity to join him. She has no allegiance to her current employer and her take from the exchange would more than triple her fee.
In a moment of supposed consideration, she removes her overcoat. She is dressed in a most diabolical outfit. She slides up to him, bends over and whispers, “I accept. Let’s drink to celebrate our good fortune.” and then bites his ear. He winces and she smiles.
She glides toward the bed taking up station at the edge as he grabs a bottle. She takes a swig and passes to him. He takes his swig as she slides up against the wall and beckons him with her finger. He pins her hard kissing and biting her neck as he caresses her bare breast. But, suddenly, as soon as it started, he slumps to the ground.
When he wakes up, he sees Raquel straddling his hips holding the bottle of Russia's finest liquid export. She points to the opening and the lipstick on the rim. It’s laced with a powerful muscle relaxer. He WILL tell her the location of the warheads AND the access codes. When he refuses, she locks him in various scissorholds inflicting excruciating pain on him. Nicoli pants breathlessly saying that he will never be broken and NEVER give the information to her. She responds matter of fact, “We will see soon enough, Nikoli. We will see soon enough.”
She performs more devastating scissorholds until he relents. She verifies with her employer the validity of the information. Once confirmed, she thanks him for the information deciding there can be no loose ends. She smothers him with her ass until he lies on the bed. She pulls on her overcoat as she surveys the body. A smirk creeps across her face as she leaves.
