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11:21 Captain_Alex_Jennings: In the two weeks following, Austin recovered fully. His body had been cut and bruised pretty badly but nothing was broken - the baseballs had broken many guys ribs in the past but Austin had been able to survive it. Each day after the end of the first trial, I was spending time with Austin mentally preparing him. He had to stay focused. And for his part, he was doing a pretty good job of it, or at least saying all the right things.

11:21 Captain_Alex_Jennings: The second part to the trial I could not share with him but I told him it would be different. It would test him fully so it was important he get back into his training. And not just physical training, which he started after the two week rest. The three Ts, Tactics, Techniques and Tools training, were also a significant focus.

11:21 Austin_Carson: After I recovered from a monumental hangover and the elation of having aced the torture trial, I quickly refocused, pushing myself physically as hard as I could to recover from the brutal session with Nick. Alex was with every day, coaching me, encouraging me, and assisting my preparations as much as he was allowed. He hinted that I would need more than just muscle or willpower for the next trial, and so I reviewed my three Ts, studying hard. The days flew by, and it wasn’t long before the date of the second trial had arrived. I was more focused on my goal, receiving that commission than ever before. I was still nervous, but my confidence had received a huge boost after my performance for the first trial. I had never been more determined, more focused, or more clear headed in my life.

11:21 Captain_Alex_Jennings: The month flew past and soon I was back at Austin’s house bright and early at 6AM to pick him up for the second trial. I wore the same standard issue CCS gear as the first part of the trial. We drove to CCS headquarters but instead of going into the main building, we turned down a side dirt road and drove another 2 miles through the forest. Finally the trees parted and there was a turn around which sat at the rim of a valley, a small shed off to the side but otherwise nice and quiet. I stopped the truck in the turnaround, a good look at the valley below. There was about a quarter mile of wooded terrain, before a large open space in the woods where a 600x300 non-descript black warehouse like structure was present. Surrounding the warehouse was a cleared grassy perimeter of about 30 meters on each side along with a two story barbed wire fence.

11:21 Captain_Alex_Jennings: “We’re here.” i said to Austin, looking over at him. “Your task is simple. The building below is a Syndicate operations center which controls the rogue organization’s Omega satellite network. Their satellites give them access to information and imagery at a very detail level. The information provided by the satellite network is critical to almost every Syndicate operation.” I hold up a small SD card. “This is a virus that will allow us to see everything that they are looking at. Your job is to find the Omega mainframe and upload the virus. When you are done, you must come back here to finish the trial. The shed over there has all of the equipment you should need. Some you will need, some you won’t. Equip yourself as you see fit. Do you have any questions?”

11:21 Austin_Carson: When Alex picked me up, I wore simple gear, black boots, black SWAT trousers, and a tight muscle fitting black mesh weave shirt. I wondered where we were going when Alex turned aside from the main HQ building, down a small dirt road. I’d done extensive exploring of the area, I loved to hike and camp, but I had never been allowed down this road. I sat up, my curiosity would soon be satisfied. I looked down into the small wooded valley as Alex parked the car and explained the trial. I was fascinated. I took a careful look at the warehouse, the fence, and the clearing. As I accept the small SD card and pocket it carefully, I ask, “Is there a time limit?”

11:21 Captain_Alex_Jennings: “24 hours,” I replied. “I advise you to take your time and pick your spots accordingly.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I nod, “All right, the mission is clear enough. I’m ready to equip.”

11:21 Captain_Alex_Jennings: “Good luck,” I say, reaching out and running my hand through Austin’s short cropped hair. “You were born and bred for this. I’ll see you when you are done.”

11:21 Austin_Carson: I grin, remarking with a cocky smile, looking up into Alex’s eyes. “Can’t wait to see if I manage to beat your performance again. If I do, you have no one but yourself to blame.” I felt the bond between the two of us right at that moment more strongly than I can remember, my mind suddenly flashing back to the countless hours of training, coaching, and tutoring I’d received from Alex. He would not be disappointed in my performance. I owed it to him. Then, I turn and stride towards the small shed, opening the door and stepping inside.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Walking into the 15x15 shed, the perimeter of the shed was stocked and organized with shelves and drawers. In the middle was a table with additional drawers in it. A dim light hung from the center of the ceiling, just bright enough to shine into some of the glass cabinets to show off the kit that was in the shed.

11:21 Austin_Carson: As to be expected, it was very well organized. Everything had a place but one noticeable thing that was missing were munitions. This was a no guns exercise and it would further test Austin’s ability to leverage other skills and techniques to get the job done. Given the CCS was hosting the test, they also probably didn’t want to risk their people getting hurt by live fire.

11:21 Austin_Carson: As I circled the room, I took note of the inventory which was grouped by categories. A series of drawers with utility items included a selection of knives, wire cutters and lock picking tools. Another series of drawers contained visual sensory devices - binoculars, night vision goggles, flashlights, gas masks and ear plugs. Next to it, offensive and defensive sensory devices - smoke and flash bang grenades, pepper spray and tasers. And in the middle were a mix of miscellaneous items. Duct tape, body paints, gum, boot strings, matches, and even some food items - jars of peanut butter, jelly, bushels of bananas and bread along with canteens that could be filled with a range of water, alcohol, energy drinks or a few non-consumables like acid and gasoline. It would be critical to take what was needed and leave what was not as anything extra would weigh Austin down or make him susceptible to being found when he didn’t want to be.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I decide that first some reconnaissance was in order. I select the binoculars, the taser, the flashlight and the night vision goggles, even though it was daytime, they might come in handy for spotting any heat zones in the forest that shouldn’t be there, such as vents. I head out to the treeline, moving in full stealth mode after I back up to the first tree, I scan the environment for any sign of trails, or paths, and zoom in through a clearing in the trees with my binocs to take a very close look at the compound. Then, I repeat the process with my night vision infrared goggles, looking for any hot spots that showed up brighter than their surroundings.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Heading down through the trees and making my way just to the thicket line, I scan in toward the west side of the building and notice that there are ducts up on the roof. A possible entrance, for sure, but all else is locked up on this wall of the building. The open grassy area around the compound, the birds and bugs chirping in the morning air but no movement. Cameras are mounted on both corners of the building, facing in on each other as I crouch in the brush, the infrared goggles not revealing anything more on this side of the building.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I make my way carefully around the perimeter of the valley, it’s small enough not to take too much time, but I wanted to continue my careful examination of the compound from all four sides, checking the situation. I also did a careful scan, both visual and infrared, of the forest from each angle, seeking anything out of the ordinary.

11:21 Austin_Carson: As I head around the south side of the building, through the chain fence a pair of guard dogs appear on the other side of it. Mean looking Doberman pinchers. They are walking in formation around the building, side by side, trained meticulously it seems to sniff out any activity. I let them pass by, sitting in the bush before continuing around to the east side to find a series of grates low and against the building, metal wires covering them up but a body could easily squeeze through if it was the best option.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Then another pair of dogs appeared, walking the opposite direction. There was about 2 minutes between their pathing. Not much time to make my way through the fencing and then into the building. I waited for them to path away, then continued to the north side to get an angle. This was the main entrance to the building. A sealed off loading dock and large steel door were obvious entry points, even if remarkably more dangerous ones. Cameras lined each corner on this side of the building as well.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I judged the distance between the fence and the side of the building. I could cover it in seconds at a fast sprint, then use the grappling hook to rappel up the side of the warehouse and get onto the roof, and enter through the ducts I had noticed on the west side. I hadn’t noticed any cameras on the roof. Two minutes in between the rounds of the Dobermans should give me plenty of time to get up on the roof and out of sight. I hadn’t noticed any cameras on the east or south side of the building. The dogs I could deal with by masking my scent. I needed to smell like the local environment strongly enough to mask my own odor. I could do that by grinding up fallen pine needles, mulch, and dirt, then rubbing it all over my clothes and exposed areas of my skin. That should prevent the dogs from reacting to my passage.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I made my way back to the supply hut and carefully chose my kit. I decided to leave the binoculars behind, they wouldn’t be of much help once I was in the building. I decided to keep the taser, flashlight, and night vision goggles. The taser was only common sense, and the flashlight and night vision goggles could be necessary once in the warehouse. I hadn’t noticed any windows. The knife, wire cutters, grappling line and hook, and lock picks I considered essential. I would bring along the heavy-gauge fence cutters as well to get past the chain link fence. If I had to use the smoke grenade, the flash bang, or the pepper spray, odds were that I had been discovered, which likely meant I was in deep shit anyways. The taser could quickly and quietly stun someone. The duct tape could keep them quiet after they were stunned. That would be my offensive strategy. I took the duct tape with me. Inside a building body paint would be more likely to make me stand out, so I nixed that. The matches could be useful. If I needed a bootstring, I could use one of my own. There was no need for food or water, I would drink before starting my infiltration, and I could easily go a day and more without food before it affected my performance. I decided to take three canteens, one each of acid, gasoline, and alcohol. There were several interesting things I could do with those available to me. I was ready.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Everything I had chosen fit, just, on my tactical belt. I made my way to the east side of the warehouse. While I was still covered behind the treeline, I quickly made a shallow hole in the forest floor with my hands, and ground up a mixture of pine needles, mulch, and dirt, assiduously rubbing it all over my clothing and the exposed areas of my skin and face. This had the added advantage of darkening my complexion, making me less noticeable. Not as good as face paint, but pretty decent.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I timed the patrols of the Dobermans carefully, then darted forward outside of the tree line and quickly got to work on the chain link fence, first examining it to ensure it was not electrified. With precise, rapid motions not wasting any time, I clipped out a hole large enough for me to crawl through. I left one link unsnipped, using it as a hinge. I pulled up and down on the impromptu door for a few motions, then left it in the closed position, lining up the snipped links with care so as to avoid detection except by a very close inspection. Then, I darted back to the tree line, placing the fence cutters into the hole I’d used to create my scent blocker, covered it, smoothed it over, then set to waiting for the next window between the guard dog patrols to make my next move.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Now this was go time. No turning back, not easily. I open my ‘door’ in the fence, crawl through, close it, and dash across the open space towards the wall of the warehouse. Acting quickly, without a single motion wasted, I heave my grappling hook up and catch the point on the edge of the gutter, with only a slight noise. I strain, but hear no alarm or reaction. I can tell the gutter is strongly bolted to the steel rafters supporting the roof. I tug, and it can hold my weight. Without waiting another moment, I rappel up the side of the wall, rapidly, my biceps flaring, and my core holding tight as steel, bracing myself as I walk up the wall, my movements sure and steady.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Just as I get a couple of feet off the ground, the two Dobermans round the corner moving at speed. Upwind, my scent must have travelled to them - either that or their pathing was less predictable than what i had observed. Either way, just as I pulled up, one of them grabbed onto my boot as I pulled up out of range of the other, which started to bark.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I brace myself against the wall, those fucking dogs! I grip tight on the grappling line, feeling my muscles start to ache and burn as I resisting the jaws of that Doberman. He was damn strong! Couldn’t hold out here for long. I reached down to my belt, grabbed my taser, and zapped the dog who was barking. He was my biggest concern. I could hope that one or two barks would not attract undo attention, but a stream of barking would. My arm started to tremble as I fought to hold the line. I placed the taser in my lap, and one-handedly popped out the spent cartridge, popped in a fresh cartridge, then zapped the dog trying to pull me off the wall, luckily my boots were well-insulated. They were both down, breathing, but out. FUCK. I dropped back to the ground briefly, shook out my aching arm, then gathered the spent cartridges, stowing them in the side pockets of my trousers. I’m hoping that when they recovered, they would be too dazed to raise any kind of alarm. No time to wait now. I continued my rappelling up the wall at double-time.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I start to feel muscle fatigue set in a bit towards the end, but I don’t slacken my pace or slow down or lose my form, manning up through it. I reach the edge of the roof, muscle up smoothly over the edge, and retract my line, coiling it up. I carefully make my way towards the centre of the roof, stepping softly, out of sight of the patrolling dogs below.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Taking a deep breath, I crouch down and work my way toward one set of ventilation ducts at the top of the roof. As I examine the metal work around it, I find it easily slides off the gliders. I put the metal grate down next to the vent and lift my body up and slide in. Slowly I shift down the ventilation duct, taking care to be as quiet as i can against the metal tubing. Then suddenly I start to smell something. Quickly my skin is starting to itch where it is exposed to the air.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I need to leave the duct now. I hold my breath, which I can do without too much difficulty for about a minute. I think hard, and back up to the grating I passed just a few meters back. I listen carefully, spending several precious seconds attempting to ensure the way was clear. There was a faint movement of air coming from the room, so it would not be contaminated. The grating slides off the gliders, using a similar attachment as the outside grating, then I carefully lower myself down on the edge of the grating, taking a deep breath as soon as I was clear of the airflow in the duct. I dangled one handed for a moment, reached back inside, and carefully slid the grating back, not wanting to leave any trace of my presence. Then, dropped onto the floor below, landing as softly as I can.

11:21 Austin_Carson: The room is dark with light coming from cracks in the door frame. It’s light enough to see that this appears to be a janitor or storage closet. Mops, cleaning supplies are on shelves with garbage cans underneath. All is quiet in the room and seemingly outside as well, minus the hum of the building.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I carefully make my way to the door, and put my ear against it. There is every possibility that the corridor outside has security cameras, but I have no way of knowing. Time to head out. I slip the door open, and slide into the hall, assessing the new surroundings.

11:21 Austin_Carson: As I open the door carefully, I find myself looking into a hallway. There is a door directly across from me on the opposite side of the hallway. To the left down the hall it is dark and to the right, there is a good deal of light, coming from what seems like the middle of the building. Coming down the hallway from the light is the silhouette of a man. More like a hulk.

11:21 Austin_Carson: The man looked to be about 6’4 and 230 pounds but it was hard to gauge from the light as he came toward me, the voice unfamiliar as well. He sees me open the door a crack but it’s dark where I am.

11:21 Agent_Donalley: “Jones? Is that you?” He asks. “Come on man, I got a massive toilet clog you gotta fix back in the barracks. Get off your lazy ass and unplug this thing!” he says, continuing to walk toward the door.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I racked my brains furiously, I needed to take him down quickly, and quietly as possible. If I could do that here, in this closet, that would be much less likely to attract attention then a confrontation in the hall. Suddenly, I grabbed one of the mops and let it fall with a clatter, timing the clatter with a muffled, “Fuck! Some help please!” It was a risk, but I was hoping the big hulk would enter the room to ‘help’, and I would be ready for him with my taser.

11:21 Agent_Donalley: “Jesus Jones, what is the mop kicking your ass,” I said sarcastically, accelerating a bit as I heard the call for help but expecting to find nothing but the old man playing a trick on me. My black boots thudded against the hard floor, wearing a traditional green military t-shirt and camo pants as I hastily swung the door open wide, my eyes narrowing as I did noticing that the room was dark…

11:21 Austin_Carson: The room was small, but there was just enough room for me to squeeze up against the wall beside the door, taser in hand. As the door opened, I jammed my taser forward like a snake, against his neck, pulling the trigger, looking to zap the bigger hulking agent at point blank range.

11:21 Agent_Donalley: I see your face just as you come at me with the taser, mocking surprise that you aren’t Jones and expecting a confrontation. But what i don’t expect is the taser. Even though it was an available kit for this mission, I had never played this role and when I had done this mission myself, I had not taken this approach. My body shakes uncontrollably as my skin feels like its on fire, my eyes crossing and my body lurching, all in a split second as the taser takes control. I slump into you and pass out from the high setting of the device, a loud clang sounding as I slip and fall, slamming into the cleaning supplies and knocking them off the shelves to the ground.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I realize that I don’t have much time, there is every chance someone heard the noise made when the knocked out Agent fell into the cleaning supplies, dislodging them onto the floor. The only saving grace is that most of them fell on his big, hulking body, softening the noise considerably. I pulled him the rest of the way in, and shut the door, turned the light on. I nearly gasped, fuck me, he was one hell of a big boy. I took in his height, his build, with muscles that went on for miles. A taser was definitely the way to go with this stud. I wondered if I could look him up after the trial and … get to know him better. But now I only had one cartridge left with my taser. One more use. I’d have to make it count. Acting quickly, I used my duct tape to tape his mouth shut, and secure his ankles and wrists with enough tape to hold him. With him secure, I ran my hands up and down his body, searching his clothes, feeling an outline in his pant pocket. I reach in and pull out a keychain with two colored RF ID cards on it. One was yellow, the other red. I put the cleaning supplies back onto the shelf, and opened the small cupboard door, it was just big enough for his body. I shoved him in it, shut the door, and turned the light out. Now, to a casual inspection, nothing should appear out of the ordinary. I hoped he would stay unconscious long enough. I opened the door, and slipped back out into the hall.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I open the door across the hall to check it out and find stairs leading down. ‘Probably from the basement’ i think to myself, remembering the grates on the outside. I move cautiously down the hallway toward the light. All is eerily quiet as I'm carefully scanning behind as well as in front for additional cameras or sentries. The hallway ends into a large central room, painted white with brilliant white light coming from overhead. It’s about 15x15 feet with a red door, black door and yellow door off of it. Directly to my left is a desk, a big blonde brute of a man, similar in height to Donalley but even beefier at close to 260 pounds. He haad his feet up on the desk, dressed in the exact same gear as Donalley had been in.

The soldier was looking down at a porn magazine in his lap, not focused on your arrival as he was, expecting to see Donnally coming back from the visit to Jones.

11:21 Agent_Knowles: “Is he coming already? That turd isn’t going to….Wait, who the fuck are you?” I say, standing up quickly, picking up a baton in my hand as I come straight toward you from behind the desk, swinging the baton toward your head!

11:21 Austin_Carson: FUCK me, but couldn’t they have selected guards my own size? The big muscle beast is FAST as well. He’s got a baton out, and swinging for the fences, nearly on me. I need some assistance to deal with a big boy like this, got to use physics to my advantage. I leap up, grabbing the frame of the door above, partially muscling up, my abs crunching with power, biceps flaring out, steel hard, with a burst of speed, I pull my knees up to my core, swing forward, and explode out, looking to drive both of my boots directly into his face before he comes in reach of my head with that baton.

11:21 Agent_Knowles: Your agility and improvisation is impressive as my baton slams into the side of your legs as your legs push into my shoulders, not coming up quite high enough to hit me in the end. The impact sends me falling backward though, staggering behind my desk and falling down into my desk chair. I try to get up out of it as quick as I can, my hand moving toward a red button on top of the desk...

11:21 Austin_Carson: I make solid contact, but I don’t quite get the height I was looking for. Not enough training! The baton hits me in the leg, but my thighs are thick, and can take a shot like that without faltering. What worries me more is that button he’s reaching for on the desk. I leap forward, landing on the ground behind his chair, slamming it forward into the backs of his knees to knock him back into the chair, and wrap my bicep around his throat to lock in a brutal blood choke. Alex always claimed I had one of the fastest, deadliest blood chokes he’d ever felt. Time to see if that was true.

11:21 Agent_Knowles: You are lightening quick when compared to my size as you move behind the chair, my hand coming down on the desk right next to the red button with a loud thwack sound as my knee gives way and bends in, leading to my aim being off on pressing the button. The chair catches my legs and I fall down into it again and in an instant you’ve got your ripped forearm and bicep trying to go for my neck. What you don’t anticipate is my pure strength as my hand grabs your forearm just before you can really lock in the choke and starts to pull against it, the choke never really getting established around my neck as I start to unfold your arm, the military green muscle t-shirt expanding around my arm and starting to tear slightly at the edges. “Your just a boy,” I grunt out in a taunt, muscling you more as II use my other arm to swing backward, looking to connect my first or forearm into your face, trying to get you to fully release the choke.

11:21 Austin_Carson: FUCK me. He reaches up and grabs my forearm, using sheer muscle to keep me from locking in my blood choke. I grunt with effort. He tries to taunt me, as he blasts his arm back. But that’s fucking child’s play to block, I just slip my head to the other side of his head, out of his reach. But… it leaves me an opening. I slide my left arm down under his wide-open armpit as he throws his arm back to try and catch me, and behind his neck in half-nelson. Then, before he can completely pry my arm off his neck, I gather the power in my quads, and explode up. I’ve deadlifted and olympic pressed weight as heavy as him, this was nothing. I’m freakishly strong for my size, thanks to Alex’s training, and I heave the big muscled bastard up out of his chair, my core rock solid, and throw him backwards over my head, releasing him at the top of the arc, letting the big fucker crash in the open space behind his desk.

11:21 Agent_Knowles: I feel your first grip grab onto my wrist and then pull up on both that and my head as you hoist me up and over the back of the chair and toss me into the wall, the weight of my body flying into the wall and my head hitting it hard, my head indenting into the sheet rock. The crash is loud and I grunt hard, the chair slamming into the desk and the laptop, pens and porn mag flies to the floor. I see stars from it as I try and send my leg sweeping for your ankles

11:21 Austin_Carson: I turn as his massive, muscled body smashes into the wall, slumping down as the crash behind me indicates the chair has slammed into the desk. I leap up, avoiding the dazed agent’s attempt to sweep my legs, and drive my knee into his solar plexus while he’s dazed, going for a savage knock out.

11:21 Agent_Knowles: Your knee sinks into his body as he struggles to try and get up, driving tremendous power and folding him up around you as his body shakes and spasms, then goes limp, slowly relaxing underneath you.

11:21 Agent_Applegate: All continues to remain quiet for a few seconds, but then the red door opens from the south side of the room and another soldier steps out of the room. Again similarly dressed in the green t-shirt, camo pants and boots, he comes out with wet hair and a trimmed beard, sized smaller this time than Austin at about 5’10 and 190 pounds. He immediately is suspicious, not seeing Agent Knowles in his chair. “Private Knowles?” he asks, starting to walk toward the desk.

11:21 Austin_Carson: The agent goes limp underneath me, a blow to the plexus usually does the job. I turn, ears tuned, staying low, making my way towards the desk, not sure if the sound of the big blond stud getting tossed aroused any suspicion. I’m pretty certain that the yellow and red badges are going to be required to get through those doors, but I’m still missing one, and I’m about to start searching the desk, when I hear a door open. I stay low, as someone calls out, “Private Knowles?”, followed by footsteps rapidly approaching the desk. I judge his distance by his footsteps, then suddenly spring up, vaulting over the desk, balancing on my right hand, and looking to drive my boot right in the newcomer’s abs as he gets in range of the desk.

11:21 Agent_Applegate: I see easy enough that you aren’t Agent Knowles, and you are dressed out of uniform so there aren’t many options for who you could really be. Hopping over the desk makes me back up a few paces as you bring your leg up and go for the kick, I sidestep it, flanking around and firing a right hook toward your left eye, moving far more quickly than Knowles ever could. Then I fire my right leg toward your left, looking to pound it into your knee.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Finally, for fuck’s sake, not one of those massive beasts, a dude smaller than me, just. Tightly muscled, and fast, he sidesteps my kick, as I land on my left, grunting as my knee absorbs the impact. I’ve got my left arm up in guard, and eat that right hook right in the crook of my elbow. Decent power behind that shot! Then, suddenly, my left knee is blasted out from behind, sending down towards my ass. I grunt, but land gracefully, instincts firing, twisting slightly, opening my legs, looking to scissor this agent’s legs right out from under him.

11:21 Agent_Applegate: I move in on you as you fall down from my kick, looking to take a top position on you, the scissors pulling my legs out from under me but I fall toward you with my forward momentum, landing on top of your thickly muscled body. I throw another quick hook toward the left side of your face, then try to grab for your throat and sink my fingers in deep, trying to cut off your air supply with both hands.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I’ve got my hands in tight, guard is solid, even as I’m on the ground. The muscled Agent falls right on top of me, trying some ground and pound, but my right arm blocks the shot. He’s a handsome fucker. He immediately reaches for my throat, and I let him reach down for my throat, then just before he sinks in the pressure, I grab his right wrist with my left hand, bridge up explosively with my boots planted on the ground, and throw him onto his back with me on top. I use my grip on his wrist to fling his arm out of the way, trying to open him up, and blast my right fist down, not holding back, aiming right for his chin as I mount his muscled body.

11:21 Agent_Applegate: I feel the power in your legs and torso as you lift me up and toss me to over onto my side and roll me onto my back. ‘Clearly Knowles didn’t wear you down much,’ i think to myself and in that instant your fist flies and tags my chin, snapping my head to the side with tremendous accuracy and power. I see stars as I try to bring my leg in and push you back before you can secure a proper mount but the pound for pound power from that punch has me rocked.

11:21 Austin_Carson: My fist blasts into his chin, the hit is clean, the power is brutal. He’s one helluva a hot fucker. I need to get his number as well, and look him up after the exercise. I feel the muscled agent convulse from the impact, clearly that fucked him up good. He tries to pull his leg in, and I counter by twisting to the side, switching from a full mount to a side mount, dropping my legs on his right arm, reaching across over his muscled pecs to seize his left forearm, to keep his guard broken, then lift and slice the hard point of my elbow right down into his undefended jaw with some savage brutal muscle.

11:21 Agent_Applegate: I am smaller and should be faster but you are beyond my skill, countering and sliding to a side mount and quickly pounding a second elbow straight down into my face before i can get a guard up to block. I hear a sickening crack and pain explodes from my jaw, the savage attack breaking it. I buck wildly and roar in pain, my voice echoing loudly through the main room with multiple doors off of it, trying to alert others to your presence.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Awww fuck, the agent beneath me starts to cry out, and I realize I just broke his jaw. I feel a little bad about that, but not very. I plant one hand over his mouth as he bucks and starts to roar, stifling that cry, then with my left, I make a fist and plant it into the side of his neck, right over his caratoid to put him to sleep with a punch choke. My legs and knees are planted firmly, and I ride his attempts to buck me off with practiced ease.

11:21 Agent_Applegate: I close my eyes in pain briefly and when I open you’ve got your right hand over my carotid and applying pressure, the world turning hazy in addition to the pain radiating from my mouth. Then after several seconds, your muscled body securing me down to the ground, my screams muffled, the world turns dark and my body relaxes.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I have to move quickly, and I can only hope I haven’t attracted too much attention. I have plenty of duct tape, and I use it on him, taping up his mouth, and hogtying him with the tape as well. Then, I go back to the big boy, and give him the same treatment.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Then, moving quickly, efficiently, and carefully, I search both agents, and the desk.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I drag the second guy’s body behind the desk to move him out of sight, leaving him on the ground on top of the first mercenary. I reached down into his pockets and found the same red and yellow keycards in his pocket, along with a condom. Someone was ready for some fun.

11:21 Austin_Carson: On the desk is also another red and yellow key card set, the first agent’s porn magazine opened up to a guy naked with a military camo style hat on and a big cock in his right hand. It was a full two page spread. ‘Hmmm, I WILL pay these two a visit later…”

11:21 Austin_Carson: Damn, I close the magazine, then turn and look at the big one. I chuckle, then take the key cards. Three doors, two keycards. I scan the room once more, looking for any more clues, then decide to go for the yellow door first. I try the yellow key card against the lock.

11:21 Austin_Carson: Holding the card against the scanner next to the yellow door, there is a beep and I press the metal bar, swinging it open. Immediately there is a flood of noise and people’s voices. It’s the cafeteria! About 3 dozen guys are sitting in rows of tables talking, conversing and having their meal. I immediately pause, the door open halfway

11:21 Austin_Carson: I slowly back off letting door swing closed again, hoping they didn’t see me. I back off, back out of the door I used to enter the room, making sure that both of the agents I taped up are shoved under the desk out of casual sight. I listen carefully, straining my ears to see if anyone is suspicious.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I wait for about a minute, and the coast remains clear. Not the yellow door then. Fuck. That was close. I make my way back in, and over to the red door. I use the key card against the lock, and carefully open the door.

11:21 Austin_Carson: The red door swings open into a well lit but empty hallway that goes on for about 100 feet, dead-ending into what is clearly a communal bathroom at the end based on the sinks and mirror reflection that can be seen. ‘Barracks,’ I think to myself. ‘And everyone is at dinner right now.’ Slowly I make my way in, closing the door quietly and carefully behind me, working my way down the hall. There were 4 doors off the hallway as I pursued my way down it, 2 on each side. When I got to the first set, looking in slowly, it was still all quiet. Peaking my head in and around, it confirmed my initial suspicion, seeing about 10 beds in each room. Each bed had the usual kit surrounding it, a foot locker with neatly folded camo outfits sitting on top of each foot locker, personal effects and the like. Well kept and orderly. Then I noticed the dull noise in the background. The sound of water hitting tile. It wasn’t all quiet after all…

11:21 Austin_Carson: Quickly, I decide my course of action. I dart into the barracks, and quickly grab a camo outfit on top of the locker. I change out of my black SWAT style trousers and black tight shirt. Luckily the first outfit I selected was roughly my size. Now, it’s time to try blending in. As I walk out of the barracks, I look right toward the bathroom and see a naked merc standing in front of the sink, his back tapered nicely and quite defined, all the way down to a tight muscled ass. His legs were spread and it was clear he was quite the bull, but no matter, it was stealth time.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I make my way back through the red door, then taking a deep breath, calming myself, I open the yellow door again. The cafeteria is loud and the 40 or so guys are talking, laughing and watching televisions peppered throughout the large space. Nobody looks up or thinks the wiser as I step in and let the door close behind me. I need to not look unusual. Any hesitation or uncertainty could lead to a very bad ending. I stride toward the cafeteria line and walk down it, grabbing food and clearly one of the last men to arrive. With my food in hand, I turn toward the room and scan the tables.

11:21 Austin_Carson: As my eye roves the tables, my eye catches a flash of black around the waist of one of the men sitting at the end of a table. Without hesitation, I stride over with my tray of food, sitting down next to the men, my demeanour relaxed, open, ears tuning in to the conversation, waiting for a chance to join in.

11:21 Soldier 1: “Mississippi is hot as fuck at this time of year. But Alabama is far worse. I was posted at Fort Rucker for six months last summer and sweat my fucking balls off every day,” one of the guys was saying in a thick Italian accent.”

11:21 Soldier 2: “No way Alabama is hotter. Every day in Mississippi you can see the heat rippling off of the ground. Can fry an egg on the street out there, I tell you that much,” another young guy with a thick southern drawl impressed upon the group of 4, now 5.

11:21 Soldier 2: “Where are you from?” the southerner asked, looking at me. “And I bet it’s not as hot as my home state of Mississippi!”

11:21 Austin_Carson: I chuckle, fitting right in. “Wanna bet? Ever hear how hot it gets in the Mojave desert? It’s so fucking hot and dry, your sweat evaporates instantly. You can die of dehydration and heat stroke before you even know what the fuck is going on.” I begin to make a plan to get that key card off the one sitting next to me, the southerner. “Ever been to Southern California? Camp Pendleton, where I trained, is a helluva lot better than the Mojave, let me tell you.”

11:21 Soldier 2: “A marine?” I ask. “Nawww, we’re just Army brats,” he says with sarcastic but proud conviction. “Pendleton’s conditions are for pussies”, I say with a smirk.

11:21 Austin_Carson: My eyes flash, “That so?” I plant my elbow on the table, casually, reaching down to grab my drink with my other hand, taking a sip. I flex my bicep, letting the muscle harden, popping into full definition, letting that southern boy get a good look at the ‘pussy from Pendleton’.

11:21 Soldier 1: I laugh at the new guy’s seriousness. “He’s definitely a Marine - get’s riled up way too fast.”

11:21 Soldier 2: I smirk, looking at your bicep as it stretches the shirt. “You trying to impress me, pussy from Pendleton?” I ask. Then I bring my hand up and rub it up on your head. “Take it easy bro, we’re all new here. I’m just fuckin’ with you. When they tell us tomorrow why we are really here, then we may have to work with each other.” I go back to my food and cut a piece of steak, mixing it with potatoes and taking a bite.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I chuckle, “Well, you know what they say… you can take a Jarhead outta the Corps, but you can’t take the Corps outta the Jarhead.” I shrug my shoulders, grinning, and take a bite of my potatoes. “Not bad grub, but my taters could use some more gravy.” I start to get up, as if to go back to the chow line. I time it very carefully, just as the southern boy is putting his drink to his lips, I ‘accidently’ bump my shoulder into his, spilling his drink on his far leg. I sit back down, all apologies, “Ahh shit bro, my bad. I’m such a fucking clutz.” I grab my napkin and hand it over to him with my right hand. Then, quickly, subtly while the southern boy is focused on the mess I just made, I reach down with my left and palm that black keycard, sticking it in my pocket. “Let me go get you another drink bro!”

11:21 Soldier 2: ‘Fuckin hell’ I exclaim as water goes spilling everywhere on my shirt and leg, my buddy laughing from across the table as a few other look over at the commotion but then quickly return to their dinners. “It’s alright, yeah, thanks man,” he says, padding his soaked shirt. “Some more napkins too if you can,” he says as you get up.

11:21 Austin_Carson: I’d managed it. I had the black keycard now. I felt a sense of relief wash through me as I replaced the Southern boy’s water glass, and brought some more napkins. I sat back down again and gave him the water glass and napkins so he could start cleaning up. I sit back down, and finish my lunch. Then, I stand up, “Sorry boys, nature calls! I’ll catch you later!” I take my tray to the rack, pop it on the tray, then casually leave by the yellow door again just as an older man starts to ask for there to be quiet in the room, apparently about to make an announcement.

11:21 Austin_Carson: As you walk out into the room, another mercenary is standing right in front of you. It was the guy who had been showering. He nods at you as he looks to pass you and go into the cafeteria. I nod in return, and keep going. I scan the black door, and look inside. The walls inside are painted black and all there is in front of me is a set of stairs with lights on them so someone wouldn’t trip. I sneak inside and close the door, slowly ascending. There is a double back on the stairs and I hug the wall quietly, trying to be extra careful and quiet.

Published: 2020-11-18, viewed 48 times.