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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I turn left down the passage as you turn right. Left makes sense, it’s leading deeper into the base, and that would be where they would store their weapons. Luckily, at this time of night, I don’t encounter any further patrols. The corridor branches again, and I take a moment to try and figure out my next direction. Hmmmm… There, on the tiled floor of the corridor, faint wheel tracks, probably from a cart, heading left. I dart down the passage, moving quietly and quickly, and reach a huge set of double doors. This looks like my target. I quickly pull out my lockpicking kit from my tactical belt, and in under 30 seconds I’ve got the door open. I ease my way in carefully, closing the door behind me, and taking out my flashlight to examine the space. This should be easy.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The space is dark but moonlight shines in from a few windows toward the ceiling of the building. It’s tall, nearly 20 feet high and the space is large. The area is organized neatly in with stacks of crates, labelled clearly and pushed against the walls. Munitions, guns, rocket launchers, grenades, hand to hand combat weapons such as knives, clubs - you name it, the weapon cache was well stocked and full of gear, piled in some cases near ceiling height. Separate storage boxes lined the wall with parts, each neatly labelled with everything from nails to C4 - Don’t touch! The middle of the room was open with a large work table running down one side of it, specific parts and pieces to what looked like a partially made explosive device were littering the surface.

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12:26 LiamOMalley: At the same instant as Mason opened the doors, Liam O’Malley got a notification on his watch and a direct security feed to the camera that Mason had missed in the dark hallway. Liam was 6’4 and 250 pounds - a bruiser from Cork Ireland. The Syndicate recruited him at a young age, not knowing if he would be of use but knowing he was tough from his street reputation. He had become quite useful though in the past 10 years…In addition to being a fierce fighter, who grew better with age and training provided by the Syndicate, he also became an expert with weapons and munitions. He was promoted 5 years ago to be the head of this weapons installation. But 18 months ago, the Syndicate brought in Darius, the motherfucking CCS agent that was turning shit upside down, at least upside down in his mind. In name, he was still the head, but in practice, it was Darius’ show.

12:26 LiamOMalley: It didn’t take long for their dislike of each other to bubble over and after 2 months into Darius’ time at the facility, the two had a major rift on how the facility should be run. Being bigger and stronger, Liam was confident not only in his position but that he could force the CCS agent to his way by fucking him up in a fight. That didn’t work out so well for Liam as Darius’ CCS training and experience overwhelmed the Irishman. Darius knocked Liam out, but the fight was tougher than Darius ever expected and both got hurt in the process. Still, as the winner, Darius raped Liam to make it clear who the alpha was. A grudging respect grew between them and Liam knew his place but he still despised Darius and the two stayed apart whenever possible.

12:26 LiamOMalley: That was partly why Liam was already heading to his office - the weapons cache in the back of the facility while Darius was in his office. He also had to finish the next bomb that had been commissioned for a Syndicate mission that was of course on a need to know basis. Then the alert appeared on his watch and he saw an intruder. Picking up the pace, he got to the cache double doors to find them closed with the lights still off inside. He knew the space very well and expected whoever this intruder was would not have made it far in the dark. He stayed quiet until getting right up to the double doors, then busted in.

12:26 LiamOMalley: It was maybe 45 seconds after James Mason had closed the doors to the cache. He hadn’t shifted into the room yet, just analyzing with his flashlight. Then, all of a sudden, the lights in the room turned on as Liam O’Malley stepped into the room, his big stride covering the short distance toward Mason easily. He was shirtless, in camo pants and black work boots. And one of those boots flew toward Mason’s head as he was crouched with the flashlight out.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, as I was familiarizing myself with the space, choosing the best spots to plant my C4, the doors behind me burst open. SHIT. I must have triggered some kind of security system without realizing it. No time to berate my sloppy work now. Time to fight. I turned my head just in time to catch a glimpse of my opponent. Great. It was Liam O’Malley. We’d had some run ins before, and the big Irishman was nothing but fucking trouble.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I should have killed him when I had the chance. Not going to make that mistake again. I just managed to throw myself down flat on the concrete, grunting as the big muscled Syndicate Officer’s boot whistled through the space just vacated by my head. Smoothly, I flipped over onto my back, muscles flexing effortlessly, opening my legs, looking to scissor the tough Irishman’s plant leg before he recovered from his attempt to behead me, dropping the flashlight to roll across the concrete. Hoping like hell I can deal with Liam before he invites more company. This could get dicey very fast.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s boot flew straight over your head. Missing you didn’t even seem possible but this was James Mason, an incredible tactician and from previous experience, Liam knew you would be shifty. He roared angrily as he retracted his foot and just as he almost got it to the ground, your legs wrapped his plant and scissored him. He tipped sideways into some crates, his left side crashing into them but they didn’t move even under his heavy body weight. He held himself up, pulling his leg away from yours and stood back up. “Fuckin’ Mason,” he growled. “I’m going to carve your eyeballs out, motherfucker!,” he growled as he pulled a tactical military grade knife from his own tool belt.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I nearly drew my pistol to blow out Liam’s brains, but luckily I realized just in time the crate behind him was labeled “C4”. I did want to blow this place sky high, but preferably not with me and Nick still inside. FUCK. I kipped up to my feet, my hand drawing out my own combat knife mid-kip in my right hand, darting forward, eyes focused. “I don’t think I really have time to stay still long enough for you to try that, Liam.” I growled, my right hand slashing forward with the blade, then mid slash, I suddenly flicked the knife over to my left hand, and drove it down in an underhand stab, looking to sink the blade in Liam’s thickly muscled abs, while my right hand stayed back to defend.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam watched you kip up to your feet and immediately you too were brandishing some steel. His eyes took in Mason’s exceptional body, his combat gear hugging it to show off his powerful frame. He watched you swap hands mid-slash, knife fighting a specialty of Liam O’Malley. The underhand slash was expected from there and he pivoted his body, turning so his target was far smaller, even for a big man. He knew your defense was up on your right side, the knife in his dominant left he looked to slash you across the chest, starting low and slicing sideways across your abs, not looking for the full death blow immediately, instead looking to bleed Mason into weakness.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I grunted, Liam was good. Well, today we’d find out if he was better than me. I had some free drinks riding on the bet that he wasn’t. I couldn’t stop his counter slash, not completely, but I sucked my abs in, trying to mitigate the slash. My damn carbon-fibre body armour was great at stopping bullets, but not so hot at knives. The fucking blade cut through my armour and scored a hot, burning line across the ridges of my abs. Nothing too serious, but it nearly was.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I dived down with my right hand, looking to snag Liam’s left knife-wielding wrist before he could withdraw it completely. Not looking to prolong this fight, wanting a fast kill, I snap back my left knife wielding hand and drive the blade straight in for Liam’s liver. Had the advantage of resulting in both a quick kill, as well as a savagely painful one.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam felt the blade slice through your armor and it gave him tremendous satisfaction but he couldn’t rest, this fight was just beginning and unlike Mason, he had all the time in the world. There was no way this cocky slick British agent would get out of here alive. You grab Liam’s knife hand with your right, controlling it as your left snaps in and goes again for the brutal body blow. He protects his body as your knife slices his forearm, blood appearing quickly but his body protected. Your retract and he grabs for your wrist, looking to snag it, then using his size to pull you in, both arms locked down as he goes for a quick headbutt to your nose, then follows it up with his right knee firing up toward your body.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Liam deflects my strike, and my blade slices up his forearm instead. Damn, Liam was a big dude, strong as fuck. I pull my blade back, fighting to dig my fingers into Liam’s right wrist and make him drop his blade. Then he reaches out and snags my left wrist with his right, both our arms crossed and locked out with each other. I grunt with effort, concentrating on making him drop his knife, suddenly muscling down our crossed arms, changing levels to get my centre of gravity lower. This results in Liam’s headbutt smashing into my forehead, I’m seeing all kinds of stars. It also results in Liam’s knee heading for my abs getting stuffed by our crossed arms as I force us both down.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Staggered, shaking my head out, I dig my boots in, and growl, my legs rippling with power as I drive forward, pushing hard, looking to pin Liam hard into the heavy crates, hoping the impact might shake loose his knife and end this stalemate.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s head slams into yours and the forehead to forehead exchange makes him see stars also. The follow-up knee slams into your arms, going nowhere as his grip on your arm weakens while he tries to rip his other arm away from you, looking to break the hold you have on each other. Your powerful legs catch him flat footed as you drive him backward into the crates. The heavy contents shifting but not sliding away as Liam’s big torso cracks one of the 2x4 ends of the crate he hits.

12:26 LiamOMalley: He doesn’t lose his knife though even as his arms come free of yours, the connection between the two of you breaking. His feet are grounded in his heavy black boots as he lifts his arm to your eye level and swings the knife across your body and slightly down toward your meaty left shoulder joint, looking to drive it into your body

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The impact causes me and my Irish opponent to lose our grips on each other. I’m still close and tight to him, both of our knife hands free again. His right forearm is trickling blood from my slice, and my abs are scored, likewise bleeding slightly. Liam raises his left knife hand, and brings the blade across and down towards my shoulder joint. I drop my levels and duck right, avoiding the slash, driving my own left hand in for a stab to Liam’s thick, muscled right thigh, while I power my right arm up, looking to guard my head and upper body.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s thickly muscled arm arcs through the air as you duck, your shoulder sliding underneath as his arm extends full and past. He commits to the move and leaves himself open for your drop as you drive your knife straight into Liam’s combat trousers. The sharp knife pierces his meaty thigh and drives straight in. The big man roared in agony as his leg instantly slumped, his weight falling into you as your knife stayed submerged in his leg. He didn’t go for your arm though, he was committed to taking out James Mason as he swung his knife hand, gritting his teeth as saliva dripped from his mouth, trying to go under your guard and toward your side, looking to bury his knife up between your ribs

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Unable to keep my grip on my knife, I had to leave it stuck in Liam’s thigh. It was a powerful blow, none the less. But now I was at a disadvantage. Fuck. I threw myself backwards at high speed, the knife strike from Liam missing my body by less than an inch. Taking a gamble, I pivoted suddenly on my left combat boot, blasting my right boot up in a lightning fast roundhouse kick, aiming for Liam’s knife hand, hoping to knock the blade out of his grip.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s stab toward your side misses just barely as you stumble backward and away from him. His motion is over extended as he is dealing with the pain from his leg, feeling the steel ripping into him. He grimaces, eyes closing briefly as It distracts him, forcing him to focus on it. He brings his hand down and grabs the handle, pulling the knife from his leg, roaring in pain as his manhood flexes against his camo pants. He breathes heavily as just in that instant, your heavy boot connects to his hand with precision and knocks the knife spinning across the concrete floor. Blood leaks and stains his leg and camo pants but he keeps his feet, the major arteries missed by your strike. He takes your knife and turns toward you again. “MOTHER….PPPFFFUCKER!” he shouts, lunging forward on his good leg as he looks to stab straight in on your torso, starting high and angling down on a path from your right pec to your left leg, hoping he can snag something along the way knowing that his precision would not be as high given his own injury.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Luckily, Liam is distracted by pulling my knife out of his thigh and my boot smashes the blade out of his grip. Unluckily, he now has my knife. Damn, that’s one tough fucker… the blade, dripping with his blood, starts high in his right hand, and slices downward towards my chest.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Not going to stand there and get stabbed, that’s for sure. I pivot on my left boot, swinging my body off to my left, out of the path of the slicing blade. I’m not quite fast enough though and the blade sinks into my own thigh at the bottom of the stab, cutting through the carbon fibre body armour, and cutting a more serious wound this time, about a half an inch deep and four inches long on the inside of my thigh. The pain is savage, and it starts bleeding and soaking my battle trousers at once. I gasp, yanking my leg to safety. It’s trembling, weakened, but it can hold my weight.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I had already started my counter attack before the blade bit into my flesh though, throwing my left hand in a savage left hook aimed right for Liam’s jaw, counting on his left side being totally undefended against my jaw smashing fist.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam feels the knife pierce your trousers and your leg, making him happy that he was able to even up the score a little bit, seeing you tremble and hearing your gasp. But then his head is snapped brutally, out of nowhere, his focus not at all on your incoming fist as it connects to his bearded chin. A tooth ejects from his mouth along with bloody saliva as he gets staggered to the side and into the corner between two perpendicular crates, the knife in his hand falling out to the ground as he is dazed by the big hit.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My fist does some serious damage to the big Irsihman, ejecting blood and a tooth from his beared, square jawed mouth. Most importantly he drops the knife. Too dangerous in here for gunplay, I opt to finish the job with my fists and feet. I surge forward after him as he is staggered into the corner created by two stacks of crates. I want to keep him stunned, so I lean back on my rear boot, chamber my front leg, and explode, seeking to drive my boot like a sledgehammer directly into the huge, muscled Irishman’s ribs.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam gets his head about him just in time as the wound in your leg slows you down just a little, giving the kick less impact as well. It still connects with good force as Liam grunts, his massive chest compressing inward as he brings his hands toward your leg. He grabs your boot before it can get away, looking to use his length to try and sweep your plant leg out from under you. Then he pulls on the leg he has, looking to pull you in and drive his heavy combat boot straight into your groin.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: That damn slice on my left thigh slows me down, and as a result, Liam has time to react. FUCK. He grabs onto my boot, and holds it tight, throwing me off balance. A white hot lance of pain erupts from my sliced thigh as I try to pull my leg out of his grip, and suddenly my planted right boot is swept out from under me. ARGHH… I smash down hard to the floor. I realize that I had severly underestimated the Irish beast as his heavy boot smashes down hard on my balls. I’m wearing some protection, but Liam kicks me so hard I might as not be wearing any. I groan and thrash on the ground in nut-busted agony, fighting to keep my gorge down. Struggling hard to bring my fists up to protect my face, suddenly the tables have turned.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s muscled biceps peak as he pulls you in and puts his boot to your manhood. “You always were a bitch, Mason,” he growls out as he sees the agony on your face and feels it in your muscled body as he controls it. He stays leaned up against the crates, not wanting to put more weight on his own leg as he pulls you in closer to him, lifting his heavy combat boot up and driving the heel straight down toward your abs, not concerned yet about your face.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Gasping, fighting to control the pain from my stomped nuts, I catch Liam steady himself, then lift his left boot to stomp me. Stupid move. He might be big on muscle, but not on brains. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I snap my wounded left leg up to smash the heel of my boot on the stab wound in his thigh, as I tense my core, flexing as hard as I can. I have to dig deep down to flex my abs against the nausea rolling in my guts. Liam’s boot smashes into my tightly flexed abs at the same time my left heel drives into that stab wound. I grunt from the impact as a shockwave spreads out from the big Irish beast’s boot. My abs partially buckle, the slice scoring the front of my bricks burning with pain, as I feel some bile rising in my throat.

12:26 LiamOMalley: What Liam sees as an opportunity only works against him as he pulls you in, seeing you grit your teeth, knowing you are in pain as he gets greedy. His boot comes down on your abs at the same time as yours kicks into his wounded thigh. He roars in pain, his balls pulling up in his combat pants from the agony was he lets go of your leg and goes to hold his wounded leg, bloody spit dripping from his mouth. He pushes up on his good leg and hops away from you a few steps, trying to get the pain under control as he barely is able to put weight on the leg, blood streaming down it inside his combat trousers as a wave of light-headless passes through him before he shoves it aside, adrenaline kicking in as he keeps his eyes on you.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My kick backs Liam off, allowing me to scramble up to my feet, not as gracefully as I normally would, but I get there in the end. I press the attack, my guard strong, leading with my right leg, keeping my sliced left behind me. I throw a double left jab at Liam’s head, eying his wounded jaw, then follow that up with a savage right uppercut, my right bicep rippling with muscle and power as I pour on the force, trying to blast it through his guard and smash his jaw.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam watches you rise, preparing for the upcoming onslaught mentally, his leg throbbing and his mobility low. You move in on him slowly, leading with your good leg but also coming right at him, something he is able to handle. Your first jab hits home, popping his head back but then straight back to its normal position as sweat flies off his bearded face. The second is greedy though and he grabs your forearm as it comes in with his right hand. He brings his left over to grab your pit and uses his size and massive muscle to lift you up, his upper torso flexing as veins pop across his smooth biceps and chest, then tries to throw you into the crates, back first, negating the uppercut attempt entirely.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Liam shows me exactly how good he is when he grabs my left forearm on the second jab, my uppercut stuffed just as I try to throw it when his left arm hooks deep under my right armpit, and suddenly I’m flying through the air, smashing hard into the wooden crates. The crates are heavy, but even so some of the wood breaks under the impact, the wind is knocked out of me, and I’m stunned, collapsing in a heap at the foot of the crates, pain radiating all through my back, no oxygen for my muscles, in serious trouble. Liam’s strength is fucking incredible.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam roars as his muscles, gleaming with sweaty complete the short but powerful throw. Veins pop from his neck as he tries to keep a hold of that left arm with his right. He doesn’t hold back and wait, seeing your body struggling with the lack of oxygen and lack of power. He pulls up on that left arm, his abs forming a thick six pack as he brings his wounded knee up, looking to tag you across the face with it. “FUCK YOU MASON!” He shouts, his camo pants bloodied and flexing around his powerful thigh heading toward your face.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m dazed, struggling to recover, then I realize that the huge over-muscled Irish bastard still has my left arm. I’m dragged up suddenly, by the grip on my left arm, the front of my combat top soaked with blood, along with my combat trousers from the wounds in my abs and thigh. I see the knee headed towards my face, and throw myself backwards and to my left side out of the path of that knee, attempting to overbalance Liam, trying to cause him to stumble forward and smash his knee into the cracked crate

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam thinks he has you in his clutches but you throw yourself wildly backward and to the left, the knee coming up and slamming into the cracked wood crate, smashing it as the pain reverberates into his wounded thigh. He roars in pain, releasing your arm and staggering back a few steps, hoping on his good leg as his eyes close in pain, his face grimacing. He opens his eyes and looks at you with steel determination, coming back for you and ready to engage.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m sucking in huge lungfulls of air, covered in sweat and blood. My fists are up, and I surge forward, no time to be timid. My muscles tight with power, I blast in close, pull back my head, and smash forward, looking to drive my forehead into Liam’s nose, my arms reaching up inside his grip to grab his shoulders and open the path for my forehead, driving my left knee up with what power I can muster in the wounded leg to try and simultaneously smash into his wounded thigh.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s arms lock like steel pipes as you come in and grab his shoulders, his longer reach and stronger torso keep you at bay as your headbutt fails. What he isn’t anticipating though is the knee attack as your knee slams into his wounded thigh again. He roars, his leg faltering as he collapses onto it in front of you. Spit and blood drip from his mouth as the pain is excruciating. He leans into you, taking his hand and wrapping it around your thigh, looking to drive his thumb straight into the hole in your combat trousers, wanting to penetrate your wound with his thumb and widen it.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I can’t get my head in, or force my way close enough into his guard, my headbutt falling short. But my knee smashes into his thigh, and he collapses right in front of me, his thigh giving out. My own left leg is shakey, and he reaches out for my own bleeding wound. I scream in agony as the thumb starts to enter the wound, my left leg starting to buckle. Desperate, I reach down with my left hand to grab his right wrist, digging my fingers into the soft underside of the wrist to prevent him from digging further at my wound, a fresh stream of blood soaking my trousers. Blood loss is starting to be a factor as well as exhaustion. Liam is a huge fucker, and I’m having to dig very deep to stay in this fight. Bracing myself against the crates with my right hand to help out my left leg, I smash my right knee straight up towards Liam’s jaw as he’s kneeling in front of me.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam roars as he ravages your wound with his finger, hearing you scream makes his manhood rock hard in his camo pants. He looks up at your face to see the pain and anguish and relishes in it. He doesn’t therefore see the knee that comes up and cracks him straight across the jaw, breaking it with an audible crack. His gleeful roar turns into a guttural scream as he is knocked straight onto his back, his hand leaving your leg as he grips for his mouth, seeing stars but also feeling immense pain as he squirms on the concrete

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Growling, feeling my balls surge from the savage knee strike my dick starts to stiffen, I let myself collapse on top of Liam, looking to mount him, the pain in my wounded thigh knifing savagely, but I’ve got to fight through it, trying to maneuver my knees to either side of his torso. Lifting my right and left fist, my arms flexed to the max, surging with power, looking to simply smash the handsome, bearded Irishman’s face as hard as I can with my fists.

12:26 LiamOMalley: You collapse quickly onto Liam, not necessarily because you want to but because gravity helps you. You secure the mount as he tries to bring his arm up to protect himself but you lock it in. You go for full on ground and pound as his forearms block a couple of shots but then two snake through and snap his head to the side, one sending blood exploding from his nose. His eyes start to water as he knows he’s done for if he doesn’t take a risk. He exposes himself, using his good leg to bridge upward with everything he has and taking his right arm away from his face to again ravage your thigh, trying to dislodge you but leaving him open for some brutal punishment if he fails.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Focusing hard, gritting my teeth against the throbbing pain in my thigh. I get a surge of satisfaction as two of my fists smash down into Liam’s face, blasting through his guard, fucking up his nose and already broken jaw. I’m watching for a counter attack though, and as Liam bucks up with his left leg, my right arm posts on the ground, keeping me from getting tossed off. Then my left drives down, pinning Liam’s right wrist hard against his own chest, the muscles in my arm hard as steel, veins popping out.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, I unpost my right arm, and drive it forward savagely at the undefended right side of Liam’s jaw, growling with intensity as I look to fucking smash the handsome Irishman’s jaw into splinters.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam bucks wildly from the pain as he roars again as his jaw shatters even more, pain radiating through his face as his eyes water badly, his wits numbing as he sees three of you above him, trying the best that he can to cover up but he has no power and you are controlling him, even if he doesn’t realize it. His legs shift behind you but there is no power there, the big Irishman at your mercy.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Grimly, I lean forward, raise my right fist up in the air, and smash it down looking to drive it straight down into his adam’s apple and crush the fucker’s throat.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam is unable to defend himself and your blow hits home as your fist compresses his windpipe, pushing his Adams apple inward on his throat and obstructing his windpipe. He can’t breathe as his hands start to flail, his bloody face already reddening as he weakly grabs at your thighs and torso towering over him, gagging audibly.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Quickly now that Liam is incapacitated, I reach forward and grab the sides of his head. I look down into his eyes, my cock naturally hard from the tough fight and the surge of dominance as I completely crush the big muscled fucker. “I should have done this a long time ago Liam. Better late than never.” My grip on Liam’s head tenses, the muscles in my arms tighten and with an intense focus I lift up Liam’s head and snap it brutally to the right, breaking his neck.

12:26 LiamOMalley: Liam’s blood and drool coat his beard as he looks back at you, unafraid but knowing he is a dead man. He doesn’t break your gaze until there is darkness, his body spasming and twitching for a good 30 seconds before finally going dormant in your hands. His eyes look back at you hauntingly and intense as his body relaxes.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I kneel there for a few moments, sucking in some huge gulps of air. I’m covered in sweat and blood, bruised and battered, my abs sliced open, but the worst injury is the deep cut in my left thigh. I stagger up off of Liam’s body and retrieve my combat knife. I slice some strips off my combat trousers, the bullet proof carbon fibre material ripped away in two long strips, leaving my trousers in tatters. I use one to tie tightly around my sliced thigh, gritting my teeth from the pain, but stopping the bleeding. I use the other to tie around my core, stopping the bleeding from the slice across my abs.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, limping slightly, but no longer trailing blood, I plant my two C4 charges, one on either side of the storeroom, both on crates labeled C4. The dual explosions should cause a chain reaction that will level this fucking base. I set the timer for 10 minutes. Any more and there is too much risk of them being discovered.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and grimly limp out of the storehouse, leaving Liam’s battered, dead corpse behind.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Now I have to find Nick and get the hell out of here.

Published: 2020-07-21, viewed 57 times.