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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I crouched carefully on the hilltop, in the copse of trees, the gorse bushes providing thick cover. I lower my binoculars, and catch sight of a waft of steam spiralling up in the cool evening air, the sun just starting to set. This mission had been hastily assembled and planned, time was of the utmost essence if we were going to pull this off.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: A Syndicate courier had been captured just six hours ago during a carefully planned sting operation, and the communication the courier had been carrying rang alarm bells at the highest levels of MI6. Apparently Darius, a notorious ex-American Special Forces agent now working for the Syndicate was expecting the courier for the next morning. If that courier didn’t arrive on time, the whole depot would go on high alert, and it would take a minor military action to take it out.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Especially alarming was the fact that this depot was on British soil!! Located in an isolated area of the Scottish Highlands, it had escaped detection so far. The upper echelons were shocked that the Syndicate had managed to establish a base on British soil undetected for so long. They wanted it taken care of. Quietly, quickly, efficiently. The embarrassment to the establishment if it became known would be crippling.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My bosses had quickly informed the Yanks that one of their renegades was here in the UK. The US response had been uncharacteristically rapid, and with a speed nearly unheard of, a joint operation was thrown together. Apparently the US wanted Darius bad. Bad enough to send in one of their top CCS men on a joint operation with barely any time for planning. I knew my objective, get into the ventilation system, get past the security perimeter, then push into the main weapons storage facility, set enough C4 to cause the weapons to detonate and blow this facility sky high. The authorities were already preparing a story about a strange build up of underground methane to explain the explosion.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: His objective was to make sure that Darius was taken care of. I didn’t even know how he was arriving, but I was assured by my command that he would be here by 19:30.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I am wearing black heavy boots, black stealth-form fitting muscle hugging combat bullet-proof trousers and a top made of the same material, with a utility belt with my knife, my silenced pistol, wire cutters, binoculars, C4 explosives, my smartphone, ziptie, lockpicks, grappling device, a smoke grenade, a flash bang grenade, a frag grenade in case things got really dicey, and a taser for non-lethal takedowns. I'm not sure I'll need the taser, but I like to be prepared.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: It was now 19:31. The CCS Commando should have arrived by now. How typical. Yanks were always late to the party. I debated whether to go in alone. I was under strict radio silence, so it was entirely up to me.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Getting to the Scottish highlands in a hurry wasn’t nearly as difficult as many of the other assignments I’d had - South Africa, Afghanistan, Lebanon. Dozens of other stops over the years. When CCS (Covert Combat Squad) HQ had received a tip on Darius James whereabouts, it was a stunner to us all. But one we needed to react to, and quickly. The renegade ex CCS agent was very dangerous, wildly erratic, an exceptional tactician and warrior and highly effective. I had worked with him for several years. Then, two years ago, he was caught meeting with Syndicate contractor Derek Steel. CCS monitored his activities and there were another half dozen meetings, including a transfer of important data on CCS activities in the field. The evidence was there to bring him and and three of us were set to ambush and bring Darius in but Darius got wind of the setup and slipped us. We chased him to a private airfield in Missouri but Steel had arranged for Darius’ safe extraction and we watched as the private jet took off with Darius on it, fleeing for an unknown fake destination.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Fast forward two years and while it wasn’t CCS goal to hunt Darius, the government was always listening and looking. And finally they had a tip. The Brits had a lead on his wearabouts. And that was when Chris Carson called me while I was in Mykonos.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Enjoying some much needed R&R. Well by R&R, I meant a very good looking Spanish stud that also want on vacation in Mykonos and desperately in need of someone other than his girlfriend. The phone rang with Chris’ special ringtone and mid thrust, I groaned, knowing this was a call I couldn’t miss. I pulled out of the Spaniard and walked over to the other side of the room and took the phone, then walking naked out of the small beachside room into the full moonlight.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Chris briefed me. I needed to be in Scotland tomorrow evening. Darius was found. A Brit - James Mason - or at least that was what his call name was, would be waiting for me. Wonderful…perhaps he’d be more useful than the last agent he’d worked with from the UK. He was great at hiding in the shadows and not getting his hands dirty, if you know what I mean.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Carson informed me that my primary objective was to capture and/or kill Darius James while Mason dealt with the rest. The building was apparently a Syndicate depot and the Brits wanted it destroyed. Good - let me handle the real man, I thought to myself.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: After finishing with Carson, I returned to the Spaniard and spent the next few hours crushing him before getting on a plane early that morning from Mykonos to Inverness via Athens and London. From there I picked up a car - equipped with everything I would need for this mission and detailed instructions, layout of the building and a full dossier of those inside. I drove out into the Scottish countryside and parked 2 miles away well off the road in a ditch under a bridge.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I changed into my gear, a set of black combat boots, black stealth form hitting bullet proof pants that stretched around my muscled legs and a top of the same material that hugged my muscled chest and big arms. I loaded on my utility belt - my silenced hand-gun and military grade knife, repelling line, smartphone, smoke, flash and frag grenades and a taser. It was more than I wanted, and certainly more than I’d need if the Brit did his job but I could shed it as needed as well.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I locked the car and headed out on foot. I made it to the site about 10 minutes early, sitting back on a hill over the weapons depot and the meeting point, watching and waiting. I saw Mason move into position and crouch. The Brits were always so predictable and efficient, which was nice. But I also did enjoy making them sweat a bit. I waited, watching Mason check his watch. 19:31 - he must have been fuming that I was a minute late. Finally I moved out of my position and at 19:32 I stepped up behind him so quietly he didn’t even notice, taping him on the shoulder.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Don’t worry, we’re here to help.” I whispered with a smirk as I crouched down next to him and put a hand on his back gently. “If Darius is in here, we need him back on US soil - alive if possible but dead if necessary. I’ve got him taken care of and will rely on you for the rest. Understood?”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I didn’t know James Mason but I wanted to make sure our roles and responsibilities were clear before we went into this very dangerous, volatile situation. Darius James was mine. We had history and a score to settle. The Brits wanted this depot destroyed - let him handle their agenda.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Mason looked competent enough - at least he dressed the part. The Brits usually did given the amount of tech we’d given them over the years. Beyond that though, Mason also looked muscled and well trained - OK, maybe MI6 sent someone legit this time. Also, fortunately or unfortunately, he was quite handsome as well but there wasn’t time for that.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m focused on my surroundings, checking the fading light levels, feeling the tension start to build. Where was the American? When a stranger taps me on the shoulder, I restrain the natural instinct to draw my pistol turn and fire. I carefully turned, impressed against my will that someone had managed to sneak up on me. It didn’t happen often. I knew it was the Yank, because otherwise I’d be dead.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I look him up and down containing my irritation which was rapidly becoming replaced by admiration, what an utterly beautiful male specimen he was. Damn. But could he fight? Could I trust him to do his job, watch my back, as I would do my job and watch his? I hated being saddled with a stranger I’d never met, he didn’t even know this Yank’s name.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I listen as you explain your understanding of the situation, which matches my own. Even his voice is sexy as fuck, deep and resonant.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I smile ruefully, “Oh yes, I understand. I have my objective and you have yours. Let’s get in, do our jobs, stay alive, and make it out again. And… by the way, would you mind awfully if you told me your name and rank? I’m afraid I wasn’t informed of who I was going to be escorting into the depot.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I hear James for the first time and can tell by his tone that he is serious but effective. He’s ready for this. Carson had given me James’ name and affiliation during my debrief so I shared mine, surprised he didn’t know it would be me. “Captain Nick Wilson, Special Agent CCS. Darius James, ex Captain and Special Agent in CCS is my target. I hope you are the real deal, Mason, you’re going to need to be. Are you ready?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I look over at Captain Nick Wilson, ruefully shaking my head. “I’m ready. Our point of entry will be the ventilation shaft over there on the hill. Most of the base is underground, which is how they have avoided detection for so long. As soon as it is dark enough, we’ll head out and make our entry. And you had better hope I am the ‘real deal’ my friend, because if I am not then we are both royally screwed. I’ve tangled with the Syndicate in the past, and let me tell you, they ARE the real deal. Let’s make a little wager, shall we? If you end up having to save my ass in there, then I buy you drinks after this shit is over. Otherwise, it’s on you. Deal?” I smile up at you, putting my binoculars down and extending my hand, the muscles in my forearm and bicep rippling with power.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: ‘Royally…” I say with a smirk. “I love you Brits. But I really like your wager. You’re on, my friend.” I say, grabbing James’ hand and returning the firm shake with my own but not trying to overpower you, not wanting to give away my true strength. “Firm handshake you got there,” I say with a wink, starting to notice just how handsome James is.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Nothing wrong with his grip strength, I think to myself. I check the light level, it’s fading fast and quickly as it does this far north. I plot out the course mentally, then confer with my new brother in arms. “Nick, see there, if we keep just to the left of that ridge line, we’ll stay out of sight from the depot until we are about 30 yards from the shaft. From there it’s a quick jaunt to our entry point. I’ll unscrew the shaft, you watch my back, then we enter the lair of the beast. You can handle that?”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Everything but the unscrewing of the shaft. But I’ll leave that to you,” I reply back with a smirk. “This ain’t my first rodeo my friend. You’re ass will be good and covered. Just remember, Darius is mine. We have a bit of a score to settle.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I make some last minute equipment checks, including a bulge adjustment before looking at you. The light levels continue to get lower, the long highland shadows starting to reveal the dark night sky as the cloud cover cuts down on the moon light in general.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The light is perfect, and I stand up, give you a friendly pat on your shoulder, feeling the thick muscle beneath your black stealth top, my dick giving a slight twitch as I felt the little zing of chemistry at the brief contact. No time for that now though.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I set off at a quick dash, trusting you to follow. Every sense is tuned into my environment, absorbing the thousands of details, sorting and sifting the sense impressions, alert for anything that could mean the difference between life and death. I keep low, just below the ridge top, expertly selecting each footstep to minimize any sound and provide the best footing.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: When we reach the closest point to the ventilation shaft, I pause for about twenty seconds, examining the surroundings for any hint that we might be under observation or danger. Nothing. I dash across the open ground, beneath the moonless night. I reach the shaft, and quickly take out my small toolkit from my tactical belt, trusting you to keep watch. It didn’t take me long, only about a minute to find and snip the thick loops of steel wire that secured the grating for the shaft. I handed you the grating to hold while I secured my grappling hook, preparing to rappel. I slip on a pair of black gloves to protect myself against the friction as I rappelled down the shaft. I trusted that you would place the grating back on your way down after me. I lowered myself into the shaft, rappelling silently down, letting out the slack carefully.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I nod at you as you pat my shoulder. It’s go time. I hype myself up as I follow behind you, noticing for the first time the size difference between us. My long 6’4 frame is able to keep up with you easily even if I am what looks to be a good 30 pounds heavier. It’s not to say you are small - 6’ and 205 pounds of defined muscle was very impressive, especially in the arms and chest that really strained your stealth top. Keeping low was harder for me but together we followed the ridge line as I continued to watch our rear to make sure nobody was following, trusting you’d set the pace appropriately.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: At the shaft, I get low and out of sight as you work the entrance grate with your tools. After several seconds, I hear the cutting of the wire and then carefully you lift the grate, giving it to me. The wind blows as you attach your repelling line and disappear out of sight. I attach my own line and get into the shaft, hanging at the entrance as I replace the grate as quietly as I can. It’s a bit louder than I wanted as some sound reverberates through the shaft but in this big facility and its already humming equipment, I don’t get too worried that anyone heard. I whisk down the line and find you at the bottom of the shaft.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I look at you and give a thumbs sideways, not wanting to speak but wanting to know if there is danger or if the coast is clear, expecting a thumbs up or thumbs down.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I look up as you replace the grate, but with a bit more noise than I would have liked. Stealth is likely not your strongest suit. I keep moving though, confident the sound wasn’t heard over the background hum of the ventilation equipment.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I reach the bottom of the shaft, and it’s a T junction, with two broad shafts leading right and left. I strain my ears trying to hear over the background noise. I make a quick judgement call, left leads deeper underground, further from the front entrance. It’s likely to lead us closer to where we want. I have no idea where Darius might be, that is going to have to be up to you to find out, but it is likely he will be deeper in the base. I’m certain that the storage room for the weapons will be as deep in as possible. I look back, and give you a thumbs up, indicating that you should follow me.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I make my way to the left, having to crouch nearly double in the narrow space, it’s going to be even harder for your bigger frame. After about another 20 metres, I find an outlet vent. I carefully peek down. It appears to open on an empty corridor. Quickly I work to unscrew the four bolts holding the grate in place. I lower myself by the edge of the opening, my arms tightening, muscles flexed and veins bulging as I carefully lowered myself down to the full expansion, my biceps, shoulders and lats rippling with power. I let go, and drop the last meter expertly bracing my legs to break my fall as silently as I could. I instantly flatten myself against the corridor wall, looking left and right, straining my ears, but hearing and seeing nothing.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: There won’t be any way for us to replace the grate, so we’ll have to hope no one notices it. I look up and give you the thumbs up.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I crouch behind you and try to keep up, my bigger frame not as graceful as yours as we get to the end at the outlet vent. I watch you work, breathing calmly - being in enemy territory was when I feel most calm. I watch you lower yourself down, your combat shirt rippling with the muscle under it, seeing your fingers turn white but easily powerful enough to hold your body weight and probably mine on your back if you had to. You drop and fall quietly as I look down at you. I look around the opening and see a small cleft in the concrete just outside the grate enclosure. I see your signal and grab the cleft with one hand, swinging out and dangling with the grate in my other hand. My left arm fully flexes with raw power as I swing a bit back and forth, my thick legs dangling down near your waist as I put the grate back into place, albeit with more noise than when you took it off. Then I dropped to my feet, bending at the knees but landing still a bit louder than you. I smile, thinking I did good putting the grate back even though it was a risk of being discovered.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I heard a small noise as I kept watch on the corridor ahead. I turned my head and smiled, giving you a thumbs up for the clever way you managed to replace the grid. I had to admit, this Yank was turning out to be quite all right. A bit clumsy, but resourceful.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I turned back to the front, motioned for you to follow then darted forward. There’s a junction about 15 feet on, and without hesitating I turn left, deeper into the compound, after checking to make sure the coast was clear.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, I heard voices coming from up ahead, from another passageway that joined the corridor we were in. They were still out of sight, and there was no time for thought, and it was a bit risky, but I suddenly opened a door on my right, and darted in. It was dark inside the room, but I could just make out some tables and chairs scattered around, an old television in one corner, and a dart board and pool table against the walls on either side. It must be a rec room for the guards.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I flattened myself on one side of the door, and trusted you would do the same. They would pass by in a moment. Then, suddenly as the footsteps approached, there was a click and the lights sprang on in the room, and the door started to open. There must have been a light switch outside the room. Time to fight.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I smile as we move forward, following you left down the hall. I didn’t know whether you were going on instinct or a detailed diagram of the building in your head but you were confident I. Your decision making and that was what mattered.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Then I too could hear the voices and I sped up behind you. I saw a shadow down the adjoining corridor just as I entered the room behind you, getting behind the door.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: ‘Fucking just our luck some rando patrol was here,’ I thought to myself. Then the lights turned on and the door handle started to move. ‘Of course they need this ratty as television right fucking now’ I curse under my breath. We would see now what this Brit was made of.

12:26 Brian: The door opened and voices from outside flooded in. “There is no way those fuckin Kiwis are going to win this match, Kurt. You’ll see - Hogg will lead us to victory.” one of them said as the other entered the room first.

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12:26 Brian: He was young, maybe 21 or 22 around 6 foot, black hair with clearly defined tight muscle across his upper body that cause his white wifebeater to hug it nicely. He also had on traditional camo green pants along with black heavy boots. He moved into the room without thinking twice that we were there, looking down at the television as his friend came in behind him.

12:26 Kurt: “Look mate, i hope you’re right - but the All Blacks are legit.” Kurt replied as he made room for his partner to get into the room.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Mason and I stayed tight behind the door. He was watching through the crack in the door as we stayed stone cold still, holding breath so as not to make a sound. Then when the second guy was in, the door swung closed quickly and I took my cue, stepping forward and in one smooth motion, went to wrap my left hand around the young Kurt’s mouth, while unbuckling the taser on my utility belt and driving the metal prongs straight into his thin wifebeater, pressing it up against his muscled lower back as I pressed the button and sent electricity coursing through him, trying to keep this as quiet as possible.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The two guards came in, the double doors swinging wide, temporarily hiding me and Nick from view. They were debating Rugby of all things, I found it amusing that even the Syndicate guards were Rugby mad. Rugby was too tame for me of course, but then I always did like it rough.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I caught a glimpse of a nametag on the guard nearest me, attached to his uniform, “Brian” it read. Like Kurt, he was wearing black combat boots and camo trousers, but he had on heavy button up camo top. Apparently Kurt was a bit more laid back. Regardless, Brian looked like he could take care of himself. He couldn’t have been much older than 20, and stood about 5’11.
He walked with a confident stride and his muscled build was obvious even through the thick camo top he wore.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I figured we had an opportunity here, already deciding to take advantage of these guards. As the doors swung shut, I surged forward in synch with you, as you pulled out your taser and applied it to Kurt’s wifebeater, I reached down and took out my combat knife. I stepped forward behind Brian, and kicked out the back of his knee with my left boot, wrapping my right arm with my knife in hand around his throat, and driving my right knee into the small of his back, sending him sprawling down towards the floor.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My left hand whips around as I send Brian driving down to clamp over his mouth, keeping him from letting out a cry. We land on the floor with my knee in Brian’s back, my left hand over his mouth and my right hand holding the knife just inches from his eyeball. I murmur into his ear in a low, deep tone, “Move one fucking muscle and you’ll never find out exactly how legit the All Blacks are in the upcoming scrum. Now we are going to have a conversation. As in we are going to ask questions and you are going to answer. Do you understand me? Nod once if you follow.” I nudge my chin over to you, inviting you over once you’ve put Kurt out of his misery.

12:26 Brian: Brian is taken off guard as his knee is kicked out by Mason’s precise boot. He is shoved down onto his chest, grunting loudly, before he even knew what was happening as Mason covered his mouth and showed him the knife.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: He struggled a little bit but stopped when he saw out of his other side his partner Kurt fall to his knees, shaking involuntarily as I continue to unload electricity into his muscled frame, not holding back on how long I use the military grade taser, making sure this young merc is overwhelmed by the surge going through him. He starts to scream for a few seconds before his body goes limp and I hold on another 10 seconds before lowering him slowly to the ground.

12:26 Brian: Brian slowly lowers himself, admitting he is trapped even as he grabs a dart from the dartboard that happened to be on the floor just in front of where he was tackled. He holds onto it in his hand, hoping it went unnoticed. Grudgingly he nods his head in response to Mason’s demand.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I come over and crouch next to Brian, letting the taser zap in my hands so he can hear it right next to his ear. “Listen up, Brian. We’re going to play a little game. It’s called ‘Who Kills Brian the Fastest?’. For you to win, you have to cooperate. And that means when my buddy here lets go of your mouth, you answer our questions…succinctly and in no more than a whisper. Anything more than a whisper, any sudden movements, if you so much as fart, I’m going to try and kill you and so Is my buddy. We are both 1 inch away from your head with our weapons. I think ii have better reflexes so it’s going to be me. But I don’t think he agrees. So we play the game. I’m not going to ask if you want to play - but I do wish you good luck. Now. Where is Darius?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Brian swallows a few times as I kneel behind him and you crouch next to him.

12:26 Brian: It doesn’t look like either of the two intruders had noticed the dart in his hand. He was a dead motherfucker anyways. He knew that. He might just be some shitty guard for this back of beyond Syndicate depot, but he wasn’t a coward. If he was going to die, he’d do it like a man. His hand exploded into motion, his tough muscles and fast reflexes driving the dart up and back towards the big American asshole crouching next to him. The asshole’s crotch was in perfect striking distance. His dying act would be to drive it into that bastards big balls.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I caught the movement before you did, since your body was practically straddling Brian’s arm.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Dropping my right hand down, I shoved the hilt of the knife against Brian’s mouth, replacing my left hand which darted out like a viper to grab Brian’s wrist only an inch or so before the sharp, narrow point would have driven into the crotch of your stealth trousers. That could have been messy. Calmly, I crushed his wrist, making him drop the dart. Then, switching my grip again, my left hand replaced my right. I take the knife and deliberately cut a line beneath Brian’s right eye, causing blood to spill. I whisper, “That was very brave, but very stupid. How about I take this knife and cut your nuts off? Would you like that? I’m getting a bit tired of playing games with you. My friend here asked you a question. Where is Darius?” I press the knife in just a bit harder. “He just wants to kill you, he’s like that. Quick and to the point, like a typical Yank. Me on the other hand, I’m a fucking sadistic bastard who would like nothing better than to have an excuse to cut your balls off first, one at a time, just to see how long it takes you to bleed out. So please don’t answer his question. Consider it a personal favor.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I react as Brian’s arm moves with the dart, my reflexes moving toward his arm but you snatch his wrist before I am able to and cut him swiftly under the eye. He starts to squirm underneath you, letting out a moan as blood starts to leak down his cheek and across your fingers, as well as puddle on the floor under his head.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I look at the dart on the floor as he releases it, anger mounting inside. “Let’s just be clear,” i whisper, looking at you with a slight smirk forming. “You had the advantage, feeling this retard’s muscle movements. No way I'd have been able to react faster.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I grab the dart off the floor and focus back on Brian. “Were you going to try and stab me with this?” I whisper, grabbing Brian’s wrist and pining his hand to the floor. I don’t hesitate, driving the pointed tip of the dart straight into the top of his hand, piercing easily and using my body weight to drive the dart tip straight through Brian’s hand just between his index and middle finger knuckle, penetrating through and out the other side as it just meets resistance from the concrete floor.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I bend the dart angle to further open the wound as Brian lets out a scream, which you promptly muffle with your hand, free of his wrist as I now control it and keep it pinned down We both know time is of the essence - Darius will not expect them to be unaccounted for for very long. But if we are going to get information out of this one, he can’t think that.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “I think you are convincing me, partner. We should take both of his balls one at a time as well as his shriveled and scared baby dick. But first, another dart I think, right up his piss slit. How does that sound, Brian? Darius is a piece of shit that isn’t worth protecting. But you have limited time” I say, very matter of fact, no anger in my whispered voice as i grab his opposite wrist, his hand.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I snort as you try to make excuses for me saving your balls. “Maybe I should have just held back then? I mean, I’m sure you could have caught his wrist before he stabbed your balls, right?” I grin.

12:26 Brian: Brian starts to scream as he feels the savagely sharp dart pierce his hand. He looks up at both of us, the blood running down his face, the tip of my knife only centimeters from his eyeball, he looks down at the sickening sight of his hand pierced with the dart. He grows very cold as he realizes that having the dart shoved up his piss slit would not be nice. And what the fuck? They want to know where Darius is? Damn, they really must be crazy fuckers to want him. Darius could take care of himself.

12:26 Brian: Brian mutters, “Okay… okay… Darius is in his office, you head to the end of this passageway, then turn right. Eventually the passage will come to a dead end and a door. Darius’s office is behind the door.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I nod, then quickly and efficiently stab Brian through the eye, driving the blade into his brain, giving him a quick, clean death. I pull the knife out, and wipe it clean on Brian’s camo top. I look up at you, whispering. “Okay my friend, good luck. I think this is where we part ways. And… be careful. Don’t make me have to save your ass again.” I grin, and give you a friendly punch on your shoulder as I stand up. I’m really starting to like this Yank. He’s got a way about him.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As Brian confesses, I smile, knowing what is coming. I stand up and walk toward Kurt’s downed form to make Brian think I am satisfied just as you snuff the lights from him. It’s a clean kill, a small yelp escaping his mouth but then nothing.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I lean down over Kurt and pull his unconscious form up by the hair and then neck. “We hardly knew ya, Kurt,” I whisper, wrapping my thick muscled arms around his head and snap his neck, feeling his body involuntarily shake as I finish him.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “I have ninja reflexes, partner.” I reply as I start to lower Kurt to the floor. “And when was the last time you heard of a ninja having his balls stabbed.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I take the punch on your shoulder, smiling at the ridiculousness of what I just said.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “You won’t need to save my balls, or my ass. Darius and I go way back. He’s going to be happy to see me. But probably not happy with what I do to him. Once you are done, if you want to come back and enjoy the show, now you’ll know where to go,” I say, looking down at Brian.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I grab the door handle and open it slowly, checking the corridor. It’s still quiet. We walk out together and head down the hall as instructed. I point to you and point left. Then I head down the corridor to the right, the door at the end just barely visible in the dim light.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I move quietly - unsure what I’d find behind the door, or even if this was going to really be Darius’ office. That kid’s intel was going to be as reliable as an 80s Jaguar.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Then I heard Darius’ voice. He was on the phone. I listened longer and as Darius paused, nobody else picked up the conversation. He could be on speaker with a few others in there listening, but it was unlikely. I was willing to take the risk - being discovered in the hallway was also a risk if I waited too long. I unbuttoned the clip on my holster, loosening the gun and opened the door, just as if I were one of his men, my hand on the grip in case I needed to shoot but if it were just Darius, that would not be necessary.

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12:26 DariusJames: Darius leaned back in his chair, the phone receiver held in his hand, listening to the commander of the Northern Ireland outpost on the line. It was yet another round of excuses, the package from the courier had already been delayed a week. Fuck, he needed that package. He asked, “Just cut the crap Patrick. Tell me when the fuck he is due, that’s all I care about.” He waited, and eventually the Irish fucker got to the point,saying tomorrow morning. “Fine. It’s your balls on the line if he’s late.” Darius slammed the phone down. Fuck, how hard could it be to courier a simple package?

12:26 DariusJames: Darius stood up, stretching out his big frame, 6’2, and packed with solid muscle, 220 lbs. After a bad mission that went south, the former CCS Agent had become bitter and disillusioned, losing almost his entire squad to a Spetsnaz team seeking revenge for their meddling in the Ukrainian clusterfuck. He’d lost faith in his commanders. He’d requested a sabbatical, and it was granted. He spent the time trying to forget his former teammates, trying to let go of the blame and rage he felt for the fucking dickless, incompetent commanders who got his brothers killed.

12:26 DariusJames: The best way to forget, to be in the moment, had been to fight, and keep fighting. He signed up for a huge underground tournament, and made his way to the very top. At the end of the tournament, a man had approached him, his name was Derek Steel. There was something about him that had been both sympathetic and hard as nails, just the perfect attitude to encourage him to open up. And Darius had opened up, spilled his guts to this near stranger, everything. Then the alcohol started flowing, and he realized as he talked he was sharing details about his deployments as a CCS operative, about his past missions, his commanders, stuff that would get him court martialed. That’s when he knew. He was done. He’d lost faith, and had already said fuck you to his commanders.

12:26 DariusJames: He ended up that night with Derek Steel looking after him, helping him stumble into bed, and giving him the most intense ass fuck of his life. Damn, it felt good. He had dabbled with dudes before, but he had considered himself pretty much a ladie’s man. But Derek… damn, there was something about that man that made him question everything. The following morning, after he sobered up, he felt lost. That’s when Derek made him the offer. To work for the Syndicate. It had seemed like an insane idea, but he didn’t hesitate, and took up Derek’s offer.

12:26 DariusJames: Every so often, Derek would drop by to ‘check up’ on him. But the truth was, he was hungry for Darius’s ass, and to be fair, Darius was just as hungry for Steel’s cock.

12:26 DariusJames: And, by and large, the Syndicate had treated him well, given him his own command, and paid him handsomely, especially after he’d provided critical insights into CCS tactics and training that saved the Syndicate a shit load of money by outsmarting the teams that had been tasked with taking them down. He had heard that he’d royally pissed off the CCS, that he was an embarrassment to them that they had planned to take care of. Well fuck them. He owed them nothing, it was their fault his brothers had been butchered by those Spetsnaz bastards.

12:26 DariusJames: He was wearing black combat trousers, SWAT style, black boots, and as he often was in his office by himself, shirtless. They kept the heat turned up too high in here for his liking. Suddenly, he heard a sound at the door. What the fuck? Everyone knew better than to come into his office without knocking. His pistol was in his drawer, along with his combat knife.

12:26 DariusJames: He started to move towards the door, his thick muscle tensed and ready for action, no time to grab any weapons.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As I opened the door quickly, I caught movement in the room that forced me to immediately continue with pulling my gun out of his holster. I turned toward the movement and saw Darius, his eyes scanning the rest of the office as I held the gun at eye level. The door had opened to the middle of the room, the desk and chair to the left, a black leather couch on the right with a coffee table in front of it and on the far opposite wall, multiple televisions mounted next to a bookshelf. My muscles tensed as I looked my old squad mate in the eyes for the first time in three years.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I was still a member of the CCS. Darius had been too - once. We had both been recruited into the squad the same year. We were 20 years old and hungry to prove our abilities. The two of us tested first or second in every physical and mental category that we were put through. The CCS was an elite and small group but we were the best of the best in that year’s recruiting class of 12.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: We were assigned to the same unit and our competition intensified - sparring, training, preparing - everything was a competition and the two of us started to get pretty chippy with each other about who really was the better man. When it came to deployments though, we got our shit done and with flying colors. With mission success, came recognition. We were both promoted two years later, at 22, and were some of the earliest captains ever in the CCS. The promotion gave us our own small teams of CCS agents, and we both reported into the same commander, Chris Carson.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: A year and a half later, we found each other in Chris Carson’s office to discuss an upcoming assignment where both of our teams would need to work together. We went in with the best of intentions but our chippy competitiveness devolved the conversation into a massive pissing contest. A shouting match ensued on whose group was better and should be assigned different key components of the mission. Carson threw us both out of his office and went with other teams for the mission.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: That night, I felt my disgust for Darius boil over and I went to Darius’ on-base home to fuck his girlfriend. I had met her at the previous year’s Christmas party and she had been cheating on Darius weekly ever since. I saw this as my competitive edge against my rival when his woman continued to come to me for sexual pleasure.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Darius came home late that night, pissed at how the day had gone with me and Chris Carson. He had hit the bar and was drunk. He came home to find me fucking his girlfriend. He strode into the master bedroom and pulled my naked body off his woman and threw me into the dresser next to the bed.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I got up and the two of us went at it. The only problem for Darius was that he was drunk and I was not. Darius had attacked first, and even though he was drunk, I didn’t hold back. He got in some good hits early, cutting my face with an elbow and a couple of jabs as well as bruising my body against the dresser. But I did some damage, and enjoyed every second of it - the pent up aggression of years of competition with Darius coming out. I knocked him around, mounted him on the bed and knocked out two teeth, broke a rib working him up against the wall of the bedroom, closed Darius’ left eye, and broke his nose with a headbutt. We fought all around the master bedroom and into the bathroom where I ultimately knocked Darius out, laying him out into the bathtub with an uppercut that dropped him.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: After it was over, I left quickly and never did see Darius’ girlfriend again. Nor did Darius, who kicked her out. The news of the fight got out and Carson suspended me. He should have thrown me out of the CCS. But commanders always found ways to skirt the system. They needed to keep their best men and sometimes those men needed to blow off some steam. I may have been cheating on Darius but Darius attacked first and I defended himself.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: After Darius healed and returned to work, we were separated further and didn’t come into contact again for three years. The day that Darius resigned from the CCS.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: After turning in his resignation, Darius didn’t care about the CCS anymore. He wasn’t waiting for a discharge. He was leaving. The Syndicate awaited. Derek Steel had sold him on it and he just wanted to get the fuck out of the nonsense that was the CCS and their “piss poor” leadership. But he had one thing he wanted to do.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: When the alcohol was flowing, he confided in Steel much of his history. Past missions, hard times and good time. And Nick Wilson had been on his mind. Steel, the clever Syndicate loyalist he was, made sure to point back to our relationship as something that Darius should close out before leaving the CCS. Darius agreed. He had wanted a rematch with me for 3 years, but really he wanted to fight me straight up since we first started in the CCS.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: He followed me home that night and when I got out of my car in the driveway, he approached. It had been a long time since we had seen each other. I didn’t care for Darius but the anger of three years ago had dulled. Darius shared he was leaving the CCS. And now that he was a civilian again, he wanted one more thing. He wanted to fight.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My loins shifted at the excitement. I knew I had a leg up on Darius in our one encounter but going toe to toe with Darius had been something I had wanted also. We walked inside my garage and I closed the door behind us.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Darius gave me a few minutes to prepare, the two of us stripping down to just our boxer briefs. We met back in my empty garage. The fight went on for a good 40 minutes and the true Darius and Nick came out. The early fight was very technical, both of us alive with adrenaline and with fresh, highly tuned bodies that were ready to fight. Some quick standup brought us to the ground, with me nearly locking in a brutal ankle lock on Darius only to see him slip loose from it. Darius almost got a full mount on me for ground and pound but I was able to bridge out at the last second. Darius also turned that into a brutal arm bar as my sweaty body was stretched almost to a breaking point on the hard concrete floor. Both took quite extensive damage, as did the garage. I had put Darius halfway through the sheetrock wall at one point, ripping him out of the wall by his underwear and shredding them in the process, stripping the black alpha. Darius later tossed me into his storage shelves that kept all of my tools, ripping off my boxerbriefs in the process and littering the floor with tools. Both naked, we warred back and forth. About 30 minutes in, I had gotten Darius cornered in the garage by the hot water heater and unloaded on him, taking the fight slowly in control, getting a series of big hits in on the big black alpha that rocked him unsteadily into the hot water heater. Darius clinched with me to try and recover and brought a knee up into my exposed balls that hurt me bad enough to give Darius a lifeline to keep fighting. About 37 minutes in, the two of us were both in the middle of the garage, both brutally punch-drunk, blood running down our bodies. Broken noses, ribs, three fingers on my left hand were toast and Darius had an injured ankle, barely able to put weight on it. But he managed to land a brutal liver shot to my body that caved me. I fell to my knees, sliding down Darius’ body, almost tipping him over. Darius brought a knee up into my face and knocked me cold onto my back.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: It wasn’t over for me then though. Darius took the time to grab chains from my garage, tie my hands together and then hoisted me up over the automatic garage track. When I woke up, I was swaying like a heavy bag. He may have been weak and tired but adrenaline continued to pump for Darius as he spent another 20 minutes taunting and slowly working my body, breaking three more ribs in the process and closing my left and right eye. Blood and sweat coated my body and I couldn’t see anything. Darius told me he could kill me right now if he wanted to, and he wasn’t wrong. I had been beta’d. To complete that, Darius came up behind me and drove his 9 inch, near beer can thick cock up into my ass. He raped me and blew a thick load of his alpha seed into my ass only after he fucked a hot thick load of my own seed out of my dick seeing it spray all over the concrete floor. He continued to taunt me and in that moment Darius proved he was the better man.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Darius left him hanging there and I was found two days later when Chris Carson sent people to my house to see what was going on. Darius meanwhile stumbled out of the house naked and falling into the passenger seat of a car driven by Derek Steel, not to be seen again until this very moment. My eyes barreling down the sight of his gun.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Stop where you are Darius,” I said loudly. All I had to do was pull the trigger. CCS wouldn’t care - sure Darius wouldn’t be coming back for questioning but a dead Darius was still valuable and was an acceptable solution. But it wasn’t that simple. Not for a man as competitive or as confident in his alpha status as me. It was payback time, if Darius was down to play.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I shook the gun to my right. “Over there - by the couch, slowly Darius, my old friend. Surprised to see me?” I ask.

Published: 2020-07-21, viewed 98 times.