Agents Universe

Before reading this, read:

AN OASIS OF VIOLENCE - SAVING KYLE PART 1
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50677

THE NIGHTMARE BEGINS - SAVING KYLE PART 2
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50780

THE VALLEY OF DESPAIR - SAVING KYLE PART 3
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50781

A BITTER PILL - SAVING KYLE PART 4
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50847

TO SAVE A HERO - SAVING KYLE PART 5
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50928

UNEXPECTED OUTCOMES - SAVING KYLE PART 6
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50929

AN UNLIKELY LOVE - SAVING KYLE PART 7
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50930

THE GATHERING STORM - SAVING KYLE PART 8
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50995

INTO THE FIRE - SAVING KYLE PART 9
https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51074

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12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff screams again and it hurts so fucking much, I'm completely helpless as I pahetically attack Derek's knees. Suddenly he grabs one of my hands and dive bombs his knee right into my gut. "EUURRGGGHNNGFFF" I grunt loudly as this familiar pain strikes by body. Not again, not fucking again.. he destroyed my body with this last time, it hurts so fucking much having his whole weight drop on me like that. Then he inflicts more pain, grabbing my wounded shoulder and gouging at it. "FFUUUUUCCKKK!" I scream in agony as he pulls and twists at the wound. "FUCKING ASSHOLE! AARGGHHH!" I grit my teeth as I wince in agony.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Both of my hands are out of use and I'm pinned down by his knee in my gut. Fuck! I squirm and scream under his weight but I can't do anything, each writhe I make causes my shoulder to hurt even more as Derek's fingers claw at it. "FUUUUCKKK!" I cry out again in frustration, my legs kick out in a desperate attempt to find something to use, but there's nothing.. A thought quickly fills my mind and I know I'm going to regret this. Derek's hand is inches away from my mouth, so I fucking bite it, closing my teeth around the back the base of his thumb. I bite down with all the strength I can muster, crushing the bone and flesh of his palm and back of his hand. I bite so hard it hurts my fucking teeth. "MMMMHHHHMMMMMM!" I cry a muffled yell as I strain.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: As my right hand digs into the wound on Jack’s shoulder, I look over and smile with satisfaction, Daniel has managed to really fuck up Jeff. Good man, then as I turn back towards Jack, I scream suddenly in savage agony. Jack reached out and bit the thumb of my right hand, at the base in his teeth, his teeth sinking into the flesh. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkkkkk I drop my other knee forward, landing in a crushing, sickening, crunching blow to Jack’s jaw to force him to release my right hand. There are two deep cuts either side of my thumb, and the pain is sickening. I go cold as ice, dropping deep, deep into the zone. Every sense is heightened, and every moment feels as though it is sliding by in slow motion. I stand up, as wave after wave of pain slams my brain, and I feed off the agony, using it to fuel my brutality. I drop down, my right knee SMASHING into Jack’s left shoulder, and my left knee pinning Jack’s fucking right bicep to the floor, then I lift my left fist up, and smash it down like a hammer into Jack’s face below me. I swear to god, I’m going to fucking beat this little bastard senseless.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Uhh… Yeah, that helped me to get my shit together. Feeling that handsome face under my combat boot’s sole was so satisfying and fun. Told you Jeff, you are not going anywhere. My vision clears again. My chest… Grah… It fucking hurts like hell… And my calf… Fuck… Fuck… I will do it, nothing is wrong. I can handle this. I slowly raise up onto my knees, moaning in pain as I do, but I will handle this. I will handle this fucking agent once and for all. My eyes catch his hand going for the leg of the wooden chair. Oh no Jeff… You are not doing that. I raise my left arm to prepare myself, and block the chair with my elbow. It still hurts. Ugh… How strong these agents are… But it’s over now… You are down Jeff… I am about to finish your whole career… I grab that chair as well as it drops on the ground, and lift it in the air, then try to smash it directly to the head of Jeff… Let’s see if you can avoid this brutal, savage, and harsh wooden piece, you big fart...

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I smash that chair towards Daniel, but he blocks it, taking it on his left elbow. FUCK… He rips the chair out of my grasp, I’m so dizzy, so fucking dizzy… my head is spinning. I struggle to get my knees under me, have to get up… I have an idea… I reach down to my belt, for one of my flashbang grenades, but before I reach it there is a loud CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHH and suddenly I’m flat on my face, my vision starting to fade. I can vaguely see splinters of wood around my head, covered in blood. More blood leaks out of my mouth.. My hands are twitching… I catch a sight of Derek mounting Jack.. My heart grows ice cold… Jack… I love you.. I’m sorry… sorry… then blackness takes over.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: oh shit.. oh fuck.. I really shouldn't have done that. Derek is fucking seething, I can see it in his eyes. I just angered the tiger that's already mauling me, not a smart move. Suddenly his knee barges into my jaw, loosening my grip on his hand as blood sprays from my mouth across the office floor. Everything goes warped and dark for a few seconds as my brain spins around in my skull.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Fuck.. I cough and spit out more blood, then Derek dive bombs his knee into my fucking wounded shoulder and the instant agony is brutal. "FUUUUCKKKK!!" I scream as he pins my other bicep down, leaving me even more helpless. I can do absolutely nothing, and Derek's fist smashes into my face. My head bounces off the hard floor with a CRUNCH that echoes throughout my entire skull. Blood oozes from my lip and I feel dizzy and sick. I squirm under him but it's completely useless. I haven't heard Jeff for some time.. I need him.. I need rescuing.. please, Jeff..

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: My fist crunches deep into this little bastard’s face, and some more blood goes spraying out from the impact. I look over at Daniel, and see Jeff lying in a pool of blood around his head, surrounded by splintered wood. Snarling and grinning, I call out, “Nice work Daniel!!” Then, I stand up, and grab Jack’s right wrist again in my left, and haul his fucking ass over towards Jeff and Daniel. I kick Jack hard into his ribs and roll him over onto his front, then, kneeling behind him, pinning his hips with my knees, I grab his fucking hair, and haul his head up, forcing him to stare at Jeff, knocked out, his face fucked up from my boot, and Daniel’s boot, some wounds on the back of his head from Daniel smashing the chair over him. I snarl down into Jack’s ears, “You fucking little bastard. Still think you of yourself as some kind of fucking action hero? Look there… look at your tough daddy Jeff there… We fucked his Canadian ass up good. He doesn’t look so tough now, does he? And where were you when he needed you? You were getting your fucking face smashed in like the worthless, piece of garbage, dead weight waste of space that you know you are.” Then, I look over to Daniel, “Hey Daniel, want to find a blade, and cut this little shit’s bulletproof vest off of him? I got something to show you. A little mark I left on this idiot’s chest. Won’t take long. Then, we’ll make him talk. He’ll tell us everything we want to know. Like, how did they find Mason? How did they find us? Is Mason with them, or did he just put them up to this? That will keep us busy while our boys handle the fire.”

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12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My boots slam into James, and he is smashed brutally into the wall. I look around for the gun that I lost when James judo tossed me to the floor, but suddenly, I see Tim, Kyle’s uncle holding the gun at ME. FUCK!!!! He fires, and the bullet slams into my bullet-proof vest, it feels like a mule kicked me in the side, but my vest protects me from anything worse than a savage bruise. AWFFFFFFFFFFFF. There is no time for thought or anguish or angst now… Only the fight. Only the battle. This is clean. Simple. Pure. With my side aching like it was hit by a hammer, my vest shredded where the bullet slammed into my side. I dig my feet into the floor, and drive backwards with a massive shove, back into the room where Mason had taken cover, when I burst through the door joining this room to Tim’s room and tackled him. I get back into cover. I don’t have a gun anymore. FUCk… but… I do have my flashbang grenade. This will stun them all… and it won’t hurt Kyle.. my Kyle… I love you Kyle. I must finish brainwashing you… I must kill Mason so you will love only me… I must … I must … to protect you… I’m sorry I lied to you.. I pull the pin on the grenade, and hold it in my hand until the very last possible second, so there is no chance that Mason will have time to react. It is risky, very risky. But I am a trained Spetsnaz. I don’t have to think. I only have to… act… I toss the grenade around the side of the door, screwing my eyes shut and plugging me ears… WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMm There is a massive explosion of light, bright actinic, blinding light and huge detonation of brutal, ear-splitting sound just in the corridor outside. Even my hearing is affected, despite my attempts to plug my ears, but my vision has been spared. Now, it is time to finish this.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: As I lay there, slumped against the wall, I turn and catch sight of … Tim, Kyle’s uncle picking up a gun, the gun I knocked loose from Ivan when I judo tossed him. I start to get up to my feet, finally managing to master the pain. I see Kyle through the door of Tim’s room, still looking to be in the throes of a breakdown. My Kyle...oh Kyle. Then Tim shoots Ivan, but Ivan is wearing a heavy bullet-proof vest. All that does is force Ivan to scramble under cover, back into the room I was using. I stride rapidly towards Tim, ignoring the agony that every step cost my wounded body, “Tim, sir, please, let me have your gun..” But before I can finish my request, there is a massive, glaring, white light that blinds me and a loud roar that deafens me. A flashbang… a FUCKING FLASHBANG GRENADE.. Blinded, dazed, I collapse to the floor at Tim’s feet, unable to see, unable to hear. But I have my own flashbang… and I can still move. I reach down, fighting through my disorientation, my eyes tearing, blinded and grab my own flashbang, courtesy of Jeff when he loaded me out. I pull the pin, and toss it back in the direction of the room that Ivan is hiding in. I only hope…. Only hope… there is another bright flash of light, and another massive detonation of deafening noise. The sound is so loud my ears are aching with pain, but at least this time I hid my eyes.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Just as I take the gun out from the drawer, I hear a gunshot… NO… NOOOOOOOOOOO… Don’t… Please, why are you both hurting each other? Which one got shot? I don’t know. I can’t detect. I can’t think. I continue to cry savagely, and rush to the door once again and yell “STOP… PLEASE STOP…” This can’t be happening… This is so fucked up, so FUCKED UP. My hands are sweating, I am sweating. I should stay aware, stay focused. But I am already lost, I am like a ghost. I can’t make any plans. I just cry. I take a deep breath, and get out of the room. But before I can see anyone, Ivan, James or Tim, there is a sudden WHAAAAAAAACKKK… What? WHAT? My ears… ARGH… They are ringing… I can’t focus outside, I only can feel my inner thoughts. You are a betrayer Kyle… This is all your fault… Ivan, James, and Tim… This is ALL YOUR FAULT… I collapse in sobs once more, falling on my knees, I shout “Don’t… DON’T… I DON’T WANNA LISTEN… JAMES! IVAN! STOP!”

12:26 Tim_Byrne: What the fucking hell? Didn’t I hit him? Oh that beast was wearing a bulletproof vest I guess. That would explain it. I see James is crawling towards me, and requests my gun. Yeah… Yeah, I knew it. He is here for my Kyle. Before I can say and react to anything, a sudden KABOOMMMMM… FUCK… My ears… My eyes… I CAN’T SEE… I can’t feel… ARGH… My body hurts like hell, it’s shivering and ringing. Where is he? Where is James? Where is Kyle? I can’t help but groan hard in pain. “GRAH…” You are tough Tim, you can do this. Where is this Mason guy? I can’t see. But there is something at my feet. I push my legs a little further to feel it, yeah, it’s a body. This should be Mason. I throw the gun to that place, and shout “GET KYLE OUT OF HERE! NOW!” My mind… Headache… GAH… This pain is unbearable…

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I stand up, my ears ringing, but my vision is unaffected. But I don’t head out to the main corridor, instead I head to the interior door separating this room from Tim’s room. I carefully creep towards it, and catch sight of the back of Kyle as he is collapsed on his knees, a gun discarded on the ground next to him. Then, suddenly, there is a second explosion in the corridoor, seeming to be focused in front of the doorway I just left. WWHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Another massive burst of sound and another bright flash of light. But I am lucky. My hearing is fucked, but my vision is still all right, since I wasn’t directly exposed to the flash. Mason had his OWN flashbang!! And thought I would come out into the main corridor. CLEVER BASTARD. But it didn’t quite work as he planned, and soon he’ll be dead and Kyle will be all for me… My Kyle… will love only me… He will get over his pain and grief at Mason’s death. I’ll find some way to twist his mind into accepting that it was an accident… I will be there to love and care for him. Then, suddenly, I hear that voice again… and this time, I know whose voice it is… It is Dave’s … “Ivan, would you do that to me? Did you love me, Ivan? Would you twist my mind and make me believe lies just so I would love you?” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! My ears are ringing as I stagger forward, and kneel beside Kyle as he is slumped in the doorway. I pick up the gun as he is sobbing, but his cries, his pain tears at my sole. And I stroke his head gently, softly with my left hand, I know he can’t hear me, but he knows my touch, and I comfort him as best I can. Then… I have another idea… if I can kill Mason before Kyle recovers his hearing and sight, then I can hide Mason’s body, and Kyle never has to know Mason died. YES YES!! I scan the floor and see Mason lying on the ground. “Ivan, I love you… I always loved you… I’m so sorry I never told you…” Dave’s voice again… DAVE’S VOICE!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP Enraged, I fire at Mason, I had to make Dave’s voice stop.. Please stop…

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I feel something kick me, and it must be Tim!! YES TIM. Then, as though from a long, long ways off, I hear a soft whisper, telling me to get Kyle out of here now. And then, I feel something metallic shoved against my hand. It’s… it’s the gun!! THE GUN Tim was holding!!! I grab it, and start to turn towards the direction of the door where I was sure Ivan was even now coming out. Ivan didn’t have a gun, but now I did. But I was blind and deaf, and he was not. Suddenly, as though from a long ways off, I heard a pfffftttt as though someone had fired a gun? Then, a moment later… I felt a savage, fiery brutal agony in my but cheek. It seared and felt as though I’d been kicked by a horse. I screamed in agony, I’d been shot… shot in my but. But the shot had come from behind me, not in front of me… Kyle… was behind me… oh fuck… I kicked forward, the bullet had hit me in one of the few places that wouldn’t cause me a fatal injury or cripple me, but it added horrific amounts of pain to my already overtaxed body. I scrambled forward, blindly for the door. How did Ivan get behind me? Then I remembered the adjoining door, connecting the two rooms!! Ivan had avoided my flashbang by using that door. FUCK… THis was bad. I couldn’t return fire. It was too risky, I might hit Tim or Kyle. I propped up behind the door, covering both entrances with my gun, if Ivan came after me, I could shoot him without risking Tim or Kyle. But I had to go on the offense.. THINK MASON.. THINK. Which way? Which way is Ivan going to come? I let myself sink into calm, into purpose. Kyle. I love you. Then, I did what no one in their right mind would do. I ran. As hard and as fast as I could. I ignored the pain in my body, the brutal wound in my right butt cheek, the bullet lodged deep in the thick muscles of my glutes, searing with every step, but not hindering my strength. I ignored it. All of it. For you Kyle. This has to end. I ran through the adjoining door like a bull, and smashed into Ivan like a freight train, knocking him hard to the floor, with Kyle and Tim beside us.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: The explosion… The voices… Ivan… James… FUCK… I am going to explode… I am going to explode… I can’t breathe… It’s hard. I don’t… KYLEEEE…. GET YOUR FUCKING SELF TOGETHER… What the hell are you doing? I hear a shout inside me as I feel Ivan’s hand on my head. I… Need… To involve… Come on Kyle… Come on… Then suddenly, another gunshot and James’ shout… NOOOO… NOOOOO… Who shot him? Tim? Ivan? NO NO NO… I can’t. I reached into Ivan's hand that stroked my head, and squeezed it, then mumbled while crying “Don’t hurt him… Don’t hurt him…” But suddenly, a figure leaps behind us and slams Ivan to the ground brutally. And I open my eyes all of a sudden. It’s like I come to my senses once again. NO… THIS IS TOO FUCKING MUCH… And I am not going to sit down, and watch this shit. I raise on my feet once again, still can’t stop my crying, and approach James behind, and wrap my arms around his neck from his side to pull him off from Ivan, and I put my foot on Ivan’s back as well in order to prevent him getting up, trying to make my own road between them. I groan “James… James stop…” He is shot, right? I know he is, I hear his scream… I am so sorry James… I am so sorry…

12:26 Tim_Byrne: My consciousness… It’s fading away slowly again. ARGH… I will make it… I can feel James snatch the gun from my hand, but suddenly I hear a gunshot, and then James’s scream. FUCK NO SON… Oh my god… Kyle.. Where are you? Is he alright? I look around me, but my vision is still blurry, and I can’t hear properly. I am going to make it though. I will handle this. FUCK FUCK FUCK… I take a deep breath, and look at the door, AH… He is there… My Kyle, I can see his shadow. But there is another figure as well… Is that? THAT big beast? NO NO NO… He is going to hurt my Kyle… But he doesn’t do anything. WHAT? Who the fuck is the enemy here? Before I can say anything, I hear a huge slam, and a third figure stomps that big beast into the ground. My eyes widen in terror. This… Is so savage… What the hell? I looked at Kyle to give me the gun, but he suddenly intervened as well. This… Is so fucking messed up… I can’t tell what the hell is happening here, and what is the goal… I try to get up on my knees, but it’s so hard… ARGH… MY bones… The beating… I remember… I couldn’t recover properly… I shout “Kyle… Get the FUCK OUT OF HERE!”

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12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I exhale deeply as the chair smashes into Jeff’s head without mercy, knocking him out. Hah… Told you, you big pretty fucker. You belong to the Syndicate now. I smile as I hear Derek’s approval, my chest is heaving. Ugh… I’m bleeding… This is so fucking messed up, but now, the fight is over. I grin as Derek drags Jack like a trash bag towards us, and forces him to look at Jeff. Yeah, see how your big daddy is handling the situation now. I nod at Derek’s words, and slowly rise on my feet, but can’t help my whimpers of pain. MY LEG… CHEST… FUCK… I am going to make this little kid suffer… But do this by panicking him Daniel. You know you are a true professional. I reached for my own knife that I dropped while I was restraining Jack, and slowly approached him once again, and cut his bulletproof vest off him without hesitation as Derek continued to hold his head up with his left hand gripping his hair. Then I drop to my knees once again, and press my lips on his ear, and put the knife under his chin in a threatening grip. I mumble into his ear in both a seductive and terrifying tone ``If you disobey… I am going to rip your little daddy apart in front of your eyes… So answer carefully, and do not make up something stupid… Understood boy?” I exhale once more, letting him feel my breath on his skin, and continue “Is Agent James Mason with you?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My body slides across the ground as Derek hauls me over to Jeff.. oh my fucking god, are they showing me his dead body? HAVE THEY KILLED HIM!? I groan loudly as my body throbs in pain, but all I can think about it Jeff.. please.. please let him be alive, I can't lose Jeff. Derek throws me in front of him and kicks me hard in the ribs again, causing a yelp to escape from my lips. Then, he forces me to look.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My heart stops in my chest. They've killed him, Jeff is lying dead on the floor in front of me. Just about to absolutely burst out of myself in an ocean of tears and screams, I see his eyeballs roll slightly. He's unconscious, he's alive. Oh fuck, he's alive. Oh fucking hell, the absolute relief that washes over my body acts as a brief painkiller, then Derek snarls in my ear and it all comes rushing back. Jeff.. they don't know about us. He's playing me. I can't let him know what he means to me, he'll hurt us even more. As far as Derek is concerned he's my boss and nothing more.. I fucking hope.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I have to play this intelligently, I absolutely will not break this time. They can hurt me all they want, I won't break. I don't care how I scream in unbearable agony, I will not break. They ask their questions, Daniel gets in my face. Fuck.. don't break. "James.. Mason.." I grunt with pain as I speak.. "was too weak.. he sent us. He's not here, this prick made it impossible for him to walk" I gesture at Daniel.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I hold the little biting bastard up by his head as Daniel slices off his bullet proof vest, then threatens him, asking him about Mason’s involvement. The worthless little prick insists that Mason was too injured to come. My eyes narrow. I’ve interrogated many a man in my life, and I’ve had the pleasure of Jack’s company before. But… it was possible he was telling the truth. Jack had talent, despite being Trent’s worthless bastard. That was fine. I think we would simply keep hurting him and see if his story stayed the same. Besides we still wanted to know how they found Mason, and how they found us. I stand up, not letting go of Jack’s hair, but heaving him up by it savagely, sadistically. I smash Jack up against the wall, then rip his shirt off with my left hand, as pain seared my brain through the blood leaking from his fucking bite on the base of my thumb. I grin though, the sight of my initials, D S carved into his lean, muscled chest. MMmm. I look at Daniel, “See here, Daniel, he’s mine My property. I marked him back in Toronto. He’s mine to use however I like. Now, I think he’s trying to play tough guy with us. I think he’s trying to tell us what we want to hear, but that might not necessarily be the truth. Are you up for a little boxing practice my friend? We don’t have a heavy bag, but we have Jack here.” I grin, then pull back my left fist, and smash it with every ounce of my hard, hairy, muscle like a fucking sledgehammer right into the middle of Jack’s lean, taut abs.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I chuckle as I see the fear on Jack’s pretty face. Yeah, that is going to be lots of fun. He says Mason is not here? Hmm… I am not so sure about that… Yeah, I am not sure if he can walk after that torture session, but I don’t believe Jack and Jeff came to this place alone… Like, for what? To rescue Kyle? Just the two of them? That is the dumbest plan I have ever heard. And I look at Derek as he smashes this little prick against the wall, and shows me his scar “D.S”? WHAT? Oh my god… This kid has been living with that since Toronto? Oh my fucking god, that is brilliant, and perfect. I smile at Derek with a mischievous attitude, and answer “He definitely belongs to you Derek… I’m sure Trent would be so proud right now…” my smile widens as Derek mentions we need to make him suffer a more since he may not be telling the truth… That is right. I get on my feet slowly once again as Derek smashes his fist into Jack’s abs. I mock “I’m sure he would love that Steel… Jack may need some “motivation” to tell us the truth, you know?” Then without waiting for either of their reactions, I pull my right fist back, and slam it to Jack’s exposed body’s stomach, and follow up with a brutal uppercut under his jaw after I drop my knife on the ground.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I scream as Derek lifts me by my hair, a savage stinging sensation spreading across my scalp. I instinctively grip my hands around Derek’s wrists to alleviate the pulling on my hair, then my back slams against the wall and my shirt is ripped open, exposing my body yet again to Derek fucking Steel. It’s so humiliating, being undressed in front of Daniel for the first time as well, my scars on display for all to say. Oh shit.. Punching bag.. Here we go again, don’t break Jack. It’s going to fucking hurt but don’t break.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: “UUNNFFF--” I grunt deep from within my gut as Derek’s titanic fist smashes into my abs. I remember this pain vividly. Air is driven from my body as Derek holds me in place, then Daniel approaches. Oh fuck.. Oh fuck, he’s huge too. They laugh at my scars, filling me with rage. Then, Daniel’s equally giant fist smashes into my gut. “UNNNGGG!--” drool collects at my lip and spills down my body as they pound my body. Fuck.. this is brutal. Then Daniel’s fist swings up and smashes my jaw from underneath, pounding my head against the wall behind me. I feel dazed briefly, blood and spit fill my mouth. You know what, I’m going to get the shit beaten out of me anyway.. Might as well show some spunk. I spit at Daniel as he admires Derek’s handiwork on my chest. “I’m telling the truth you fucking assholes,” I pant through the pain, moaning as I try and stay focused. My eyes drift back to Jeff, laying unconscious on the floor. I barely recognise him because of all the blood.. I can’t get emotional. I need to focus on something.. Anything.. 99 bottles of beer on the wall. Something to get through the beating. I sing it in my head “99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beers on the wall” and continue, distracting myself. Let them pound me. These lips are sealed, I. Will. Not. Break.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I watch as Daniel works over the little prick, smashing his fist into his gut then his jaw. Oh hell yeah. Despite the throbbing agony in my thumb, and the cut on my thigh, my cock begins to stiffen as once again I get to enjoy the suffering of the son of the man who cost me 30 million. I smile as Jack mouths off, spitting on Daniel then insisting he is telling the truth. I decide to introduce Jack to new levels of pain. I catch the brief eye movement as Jack looks over towards Jeff’s body, his head lying in a pool of blood. Hmmmmmm… Jeff rescued Jack, and now they are back again, as partners. Jeff Rogers is a director, high up in the ranks of the CSIS, why is he out on a mission with this miserable little pipsqueak. Hmmmm… “Hey Daniel, Jeff down there is looking awfully … lonely. Why don’t you give him a little bit of attention? Maybe you could make sure he isn’t … neglected?” Then, casually, I start to turn away from Jack, only to suddenly twist back around like greased lightning, seize Jack’s arm, heave it hard over my shoulder, and hurl the fucking waste of space across the office in a brutal judo toss, his worthless body smashing into the heavy desk with enough force to cause it to collapse, burying his fucking body in broken bits of wood and particle board. My chest is heaving with sadistic delight, and with a few bounding steps, I leap over to Jack as he’s laying on the floor in the wreckage of the desk, get airborne, and come down in a double stomp on that fucking bastard’s bare, taut abs with my heavy boots sinking in deep to his guts. Then, to top it off, I spit in his face as I land. “This time, Jack, there is no escape. No one to save you. I will have you all to myself, and you can look forward to torture and pain that you never dreamed were possible.”

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I smirk as this little kid suffers in front of our eyes. Ahh Jack… You are so naive to try and mess with us, to trick us. You are insisting huh? Let’s change the tactics then. Even his spit on my face doesn’t wipe my smile away. Ahhh Jack… You are so fucked up… So hopeless… Before I can suggest it, Derek already mentions Jeff… Oh he is definitively my man. We are going to get along with Derek Steel SO MUCH… But now, let’s focus on the fun. I nod to Derek, and slowly walk to Jeff Rogers’ unconscious body, I don’t forget to take my knife with me. As I sit on Jeff’s back, I hear a toss and a painful whimper. Ahh… Derek is going to have fun with the little boy… But before he can start I shout at Jack “So… Jack… I would strongly suggest you listen and satisfy Derek Steel… Because… If you don’t…” Without completing my sentence, I slice the side of Jeff’s body with a deep cut, nothing to harm him too much, but it will be a sharp pain when he wakes up. Drawing a red line from his armpit to his hips, I examine Jack's face all the time with a sadistic smile. And I ask once again “Would you like to say where Agent James Mason is?” then I lie on Jeff’s body, my chest still hurts, but I can handle it. And I wrap my right arm around Jeff’s neck, and flex my hard muscles, I start squeezing his neck...
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12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My bullet slams into Mason, and there is a spray of blood. Dave’s voice is quiet… I’ve done it.. I’ve killed Mason.. Then, through a daze as my ears slowly start to recover, I realize that I shot Mason not in the back, but in his butt. Fuck… I keep stroking Kyle’s head, slipping back into combat mode, I have to stay focused, must stay focused. I train my gun towards the doorway, then suddenly, without warning, my ears still ringing, I never heard him coming, Mason barrels into me like a freight train from behind, smashing me heavily on my face to the ground. ARGHHHHHH.. But I keep my grip on the gun, holding it with an iron steel hard grip, I tuck my elbows in tight as Mason’s massive, hard hairy British muscle lands on top of me. Kyle is crying again, and then suddenly, some of the weight is lifted off me, and a foot, not a heavy foot, but … KYLE’s foot is on my back, and Kyle is telling James to stop… YES… Then Tim shouts at Kyle, ordering him to run. I breathe deep, and focus. I have to get through to Kyle. I have to convince him.. And then… it hits me. I don’t have to lie to Kyle. I just need to tell him the truth. I speak then, as Kyle pins me down, “Kyle, listen to me. Listen to your Ivan. Trust your Ivan. Listen. James has come here to take you away from me. I love you Kyle You love me, don’t you Kyle? James is trying to take you away from me. He doesn’t believe we should be together. He doesn’t want me to care for you. Do you remember Kyle, just this morning… Do you remember when we were in bed together, when your Russian Bear nuzzled you, made love to you, I care for you Kyle, I love you so much. Please, don’t let James take you from me. Please don’t. That’s why we are fighting. I’m trying to stop him from taking you away. He doesn’t want to stay here with you and me, he wants to take you away from me. Please, Kyle, don’t let him do that. Convince him to stay here with us, Kyle. That’s what you want. That’s what I want.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I smash Usov HARD to the corridor floor with a colossal crunch, and I start to scramble up his back, I will choke this fucking bastard out cold. Then, shockingly, Kyle’s arm is around my neck, choking me!! WHAT !! He pulls me off Usov, and pins Usov to the ground with his boot. Kyle is telling me to stop. And I can tell by the sound of his voice that his feelings for Usov are real, despite the brainwashing, they are real. And again my world collapses, and some of the fire, the determination, my very spirit is mauled. My heart breaks, and tears start forming in the corner of my eyes. This was all my fault. My fault. I knew what Usov was capable of. I knew the entire interrogation was a set up, a trap. And I did nothing. Nothing. This is all my fault. Then, just after Tim shouts at Kyle to run, Usov starts speaking. And with each word he speaks, something inside me dies. He’s not using lies… I can tell, he’s using the honest, bare truth. He speaks the truth in every single regard. My shoulders start to sag, and quietly, as Kyle holds his arm around my neck, I begin to cry, softly gently, all my love for Kyle streaming out in tears of anguish and heartbreak.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: This is so fucked up… so very, very fucked up. The man I love has been brainwashed by Ivan… but yet… the love… somehow, in someway… it is real. Ivan is speaking with heart-breaking sincerity. He took Kyle prisoner… tortured him… broke him… drove him to the point of suicide, and then cared for him tenderly. How did Ivan fall in love? But he did. And when Kyle saw the sincerity of Ivan’s love, in Kyle’s own vulnerable state, it would only be natural to return it. Ivan was a monster… a brutal torturer, twisting Kyle’s mind… but he was also a man. A man who was in love. With Kyle. The world was never simple. Nothing was ever black and white. If I’d learned anything in my life, it was that. And Kyle… I’ve lost him. I’ve lost him. My heart is broken. I start to cry, trying to speak, “Kyle… I want you to be happy, to be free, more than anything in the world, because I love you that much. I promise you, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. But I can’t stay here with you and Ivan. Ivan wants me to tell him and the Syndicate things that would get a lot of people killed. I have a duty to protect those lives, with my own life if it comes to it. I can’t let Ivan use me to hurt people. I have a duty to them Kyle.”

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: They… Stop fighting… I did it… I fucking did it… I ignore Tim’s words… But suddenly, I realize it was only the beginning of my nightmare. The nightmare that avoided an answer in my fucking brain… James trying to seperate me and Ivan? But… BUT… I love Ivan… I love him so much… But I love James too… I can die for him… I don’t care… But… I listen to both of their words. First Ivan… I don’t want to leave him alone… I want to make him happy… If Ivan is here, I am safe. More importantly, my beloved ones are safe. He promised me. And so far, he kept his promises. But James… JAMES… Why can’t you stay here? Because of the Syndicate? Syndicate… Syndicate… That was the answer you were looking for this morning Kyle. I was fighting against the Syndicate with James… He… GAVE ME AN ANSWER… But… Ivan is taking good care of me. He loves me… I love him… But… I gulp. I continue to cry as I drag James away from Ivan, still hugging his neck. I look at James, look into his eyes… I remember… I remember we fought… Against something… Someone… Can’t remember him now… I… I wanted to keep him safe… I push my mind’s limits… The moments when I was happiest… And I mumble those special, same words to him three times “But… I am glad you are here… I am glad you are here... I am glad you are here...“ You are glad he is here, right Kyle? You remember… The first time you met… The moment when you saw him awake in the hospital… I… I… don’t… I don’t know…

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I watch the scene unfold while I rise on my feet wobbly. Ugh… My body… My body is fucking on fire… But I will handle this. I will handle it. I look at both James and that huge man named Ivan? Kyle… He… Managed to seperate them? They were fighting for Kyle? Then that word… Syndicate… Syndicate… I remember, the guys who beat me up in the van were saying those words. So that Ivan guy is from Syndicate? GRRR… I will handle this… None of the guys’ attention is on me… I need to do something. I… The gun… No… There is no gun… Kyle… I need to reach Kyle as well. He needs to remember who he is… “Kyle… Boy… Listen to James… Don’t you remember? You are a cop… You are the most successful detective I have ever met… And now, your lover risked his life for you here… He is…” I can’t continue, I start to cough… My head… It fucking hurts like hell…

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I lay there, making my heartfelt plea to Kyle, Dave’s voice is silent for the moment. There is only silence. Then, James speaks up. And I gasp, listening to James… and his words rang with sincerity, as did mine. He answered truth with truth. It wrenched somehow, deeply. I thought back to Kyle’s suicide attempt, and how he called out to Mason with heartbroken sorrow. It was a love deep enough, strong enough… to resist my expert brainwashing. Then, that voice spoke again, “I loved you that much, Ivan. I would have died to save you… I did… you know, I died to save you.” DAVE’s voice again. Then, I heard Kyle respond to Mason with a phrase repeated three times over. I saw the look he gave Mason, that look of love and tenderness as he kept pulling Mason off of me.

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I felt dizzy, confused. I loved Kyle.. I wanted him happy… I needed to remove him from Mason’s influence. I needed … I needed… Mason needed to shut up. He needed… I wanted Kyle to be happy, didn’t I? Then, Tim spoke, and again, his words were directed at Kyle trying to counteract my brainwashing. That interfering old man. My eyes narrowed in anger. Then, he started to cough. This was the distraction I needed. I reached down to my tactical belt with my hand, carefully. If I could just get Mason out of the equation, I could handle Kyle. He would listen to me. I… Then, Dave’s voice rang in my head again, “Did you have to kill and brainwash and lie to earn my love, Ivan? What kind of man are you? Are you still the man I loved?” BUT HE WAS MY ENEMY!!! “But… he isn’t your enemy now, is he, Ivan?” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!! With a cry of rage, I twist out from under Kyle’s boot. I would shoot Mason, but I can’t, not with Kyle holding him. I would stab Mason, but I can’t not with Kyle holding him. I scream, “Kyle!!! Mason is trying to take you away from me!!! HE CAN’T DO THAT! I will protect you. I will keep you safe. I will keep Tim safe!” Then, from my hands and knees, I sprang forward, cocked my fist, and smashed it with every bit of muscle I could find, driving that fist as deep and hard into the pit of Mason’s gut that I could manage, all my muscle, my training, my power behind that blow.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I look into Kyle’s eyes, my own eyes shining with tears of love. I listen to him as he repeats that phrase, “I’m glad you are here..” Those words, those words he used with me when we first met in his office, and again. Those special words. He loved me. He still loved me. I listened as Tim tried to get through to Kyle. Yes, that’s right Tim, then I turn as Tim starts coughing. He’s not well, he needs help, then suddenly, it feels like someone hit my strong, hard abs with a fucking jackhammer, a fist smashes deep into the pit of my gut. I was caught totally off guard, breathless as Ivan tore me free from Kyle’s grasp and drove me hard to the floor. Ivan’s fist smashed deep into the animal like gouges from Daniel’s torture, and blood burst from the wounds, soaking my shirt as I screamed in agony, smashed to the floor, more blood seeeping from the wound in my back and my side, and the gunshot wound to my butt. So much pain… so hard to focus.. But Kyle needs me.. He needs me… I don’t know where I find the strength, as my gut is roiling in agony, but I smash my right fist into Ivan’s jaw with everything I can muster as he looms over me, my vision is blurring from the outrageous levels of pain that are assaulting my body. Have… to Kyle… this has to end…

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12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Fuck! They’re going for Jeff, no no no please, FUCK! I can’t let them see how much it hurts. He’s my boss, that’s all they will know. Derek turns away from me and I place my hand on my stomach, caressing the pain. Then, in a swift and smooth movement the speed of a bullet, Derek tosses me over his shoulder in a gut-wrenching martial arts throw that sends me flying. My back collides with the hard, solid wood of a desk. Bashing this fucker with a sledgehammer would have taken time to break it into pieces, but Derek slams me with such monumental force that it collapses under me. I fly through the wood, splintering my body as I fall through and smash against the floor. “ARRGGGHHH!” I cry out, the pain is fucking unreal. Then it only gets worse, as Derek fucking jumps on my body, landing both feet with all his weight behind them into my gut. “UUNNNFF!” I jacknife up slightly before flopping back down, grunting as loud as my voice will allow., coughing and spluttering as my body desperately searches for air. Fucking hell, it hurts so bad, fluid rushes up my throat and I quickly have to turn my head to the side to puke it out. Oh my fucking god, it feels like like crushed my body into dust.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: He spits in my face and some of it lands in my mouth, marking the second time he’s been inside me. Fuck, it’s gross. Pain and torture he threatens me with. Breathe through it, Jack. I’m consumed by pain, but hear Daniel’s voice addressing me. I weakly turn my head to face him and Jeff, and my blood runs cold. FUCK! He just sliced him! I feel my face flinch as I grimace, but I quickly control it. No, no, no.. he means nothing to me. Then, he mounts and chokes him. Oh, fuck! I have to say something, fuck what do I say. Think. 98 bottles of beer, 98 bottles.. Breathe, focus, stay strong. Take one down, pass it around.. “James. Fucking. Mason.. is in hospital.” it hurts so fucking much to even talk. “And I think.. You’ve massively.. Misinterpreted my relationship.. With my boss” I can only speak in staggered, broken sentences. Please believe me. I don’t care about Jeff, hurting him will do nothing to me. Hurt me. Please.. Just.. leave him alone.. “Choking.. An unconscious guy.. Is pretty cowardly.. Why don’t you.. prey on the living..” fuck. Don’t let them see how much it’s hurting you.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I step off of Jack’s guts, which were well compressed by my heavy boots, just in time to see him turn his head and puke all over the floor. Yeah, I bet this is bringing back fond memories. I grin, then, turn my head to look at Daniel, he’s ripped that bullet proof vest off of Jeff and sliced his side real good. Nice. And now he’s choking the shit out of him. Damn. Daniel is a really hot man. Look at those muscles in action. Fuck. I’m getting so horny. Hmmmm… I turn back to Jack and listen as he tells me that Mason is in the hospital and that Jeff is not anyone other than his boss. Oh so sweet. You just walked right into my trap boy. I squat down next to Jack’s head, and grab his hair with my left hand, yanking him up to halfway sitting position. Suddenly, I start laughing. I look over at Daniel, “Look at him. Thinking he can outsmart us.” Then, I turn back to Jack. “Hey, stupid. I’ll make you a bet. You tell me which Hospital Mason is checked in at, and if you are telling me the truth, we don’t kill Jeff. He’s just your boss after all, isn’t he? I mean, he’s not like anything really important. Just some..” Then I roar in Jack’s face, “STUPID MOTHER FUCKING SLIME BALL THAT HELPED YOUR DEAD DAD FUCK ME OUT OF 30 MILLION DOLLARS!” My voice returns to normal. “But, I’m feeling generous. You have a choice right now. Either beg for me to shove my cock down your throat OR tell me the hospital Mason is at. But you realize, OF COURSE, that I will verify your claim. And if you are lying, Jeff dies. So that’s your choices boy. Either beg to suck my cock, and MAKE ME BELIEVE YOU REALLY WANT IT, OR…. Jeff dies. Because, let’s be honest, you mother fucking waste of space, we both know you are bullshitting me.” I smile into Jack’s face.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: “Argh fuck!” I wince as Derek takes me hair again, then he lays it all down. Fuck. I didn’t think of the hospital. He can check. FUCK! I’m a fucking waste of space, why did I say that. I’ve just got us both fucking killed. Derek screams in my face and I feel his hatred for Jeff and my father.. Two incredible men, and he hates them. Fucking asswipe. Then he mentions the cock.. No, absolutely fucking not. I can’t do that again. I don’t want his disgusting fucking rotten meat in my mouth again. FUCK! Or he kills Jeff!? Oh my fucking god.. I.. I have to beg for his cock, but.. Then it occurs to me. Derek won’t kill Jeff. He wants him to suffer for what he did, and he’s currently unconscious.. He wouldn’t just kill him like this. I know Derek.. He’s bluffing. He has to be. Can I gamble with Jeff’s life, though? Fuck, just suck his dick. Just do it, just beg for it the way he wants you to. No. I stare into his eyes, my eyes sharp and full of hatred. I fucking loathe this bastard. I glare into his soul, filled only with anger. “James Mason is currently a patient at the Hospital of ‘Derek Steel is the biggest fucking cunt on the planet, and he can rot in hell’” and then I spit at him. I’m not being his plaything. I’m not letting him win this time. I feel it in my bruised and battered guts that Derek wouldn’t dream of killing Jeff Rogers in his sleep. The sadistic piece of shit would want to see the light leave his eyes.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I look down, grinning into Jack’s face. I watch the emotions play off of his battered, bloodied face, his beard glistening under the red emergency lighting, little tendrils of puke and blood staining his face. I stare down into his eyes, my mouth twisted into a sadistic grin of pleasure. Then, suddenly, Jack replies with an answer so full of balls that for a moment, just a moment, I honestly wished he was working for me. I laughed, I laughed so hard I nearly cried. When I got control of myself, I slammed his head down to the ground. “Ah Jack. I’m glad to see you’ve grown a pair since we last played.” I turn to Daniel, “Daniel, do me a solid, take your knife and put the tip right over Jeff’s heart. Rip his shirt off first, and let’s see some of that sexy body hair he’s got hidden away, then push it in, just a tiny bit. Then we give Jack a chance to change his answer. Then, do it again. Then, we give Jack another chance to change his answer. This is fun. This will be the ultimate game of chicken.” Then, I stare into Jack’s eyes. “You are going to beg to suck my cock boy. Oh yes you are.” I spit in his face again, and because I’m feeling like it, smash my left fist down into his jaw with a satisfying crunch.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I shake my head in disapproval… Oh Jack… You still haven’t learned your lesson? This is fucking Derek Steel. You can’t play him. No one can play him. But I guess you are pushing your luck. I know that laugh of Steel, it’s his sadistic laugh that says “thanks for letting me torture you”. Then I chuckle as I hear Derek’s request. It would be my pleasure… Without thinking twice, I yank Jeff’s body onto his butt by his hair, and cut his clothes off without mercy. He has a nice body, not gonna lie. I definitely like what I see right now. I put my knife’s tip on Jeff’s heart, and slowly, I started to dig it inside. I examine Jack Young carefully. Come on Jack, all 3 of us know that you can’t go on like this. Just admit defeat. I tilt my head to the side as I continue to push in my knife, just a bit harsher, and mock him “Come on Jack… Aren’t you going to save your “not-so-your-beloved” boss? Is he not that important for you?”

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12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can read the love between us as I stare into James’ eyes. They are so beautiful, as always. Then my uncle talks… I am… A cop… A detective… Yes… But I am not a successful one. I let everyone down. But my crying softens. They are all trying for me… But suddenly, he starts coughing… Uncle? Am I hurting you? What is going on? Before I can understand what happens. I hear James’ shout one more time, and he collapses on the ground harshly. NOOOOO… Ivan… YOU ARE HURTING HIM… I turn my attention to Ivan, and grab his hand by his wrist, and look into his eyes after James threw his punch… They are hurting each other so much… SO FUCKING MUCH… “Ivan… Don’t… Please… I will handle this… I am going to handle this… Just don’t hurt James… Please…” then I hug him as well to calm him down. I whisper his ear “I love you Ivan… Please… I love you…” He needs to calm down. Both of them need to calm down. It’s hurting. It’s hard. But I will handle this… This is going to end. I squeeze Ivan in my grip gently as well, trying to comfort him. I am going to make this stop… I… I am the reason why everybody is hurt… Maybe I should just die… Again… Just like in my nightmare… Another suicide idea comes to my mind. If I go.... They don’t need to hurt each other. I don’t need to watch their suffering… And again… My crying becomes harsher once again… If this is necessary, if you are not going to hurt each other, I can do that…

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I take a couple of deep breaths to get myself together. I am fine… I will be fine… It’s alright Tim… For Kyle… Come on… COME ON… Then I look at the scene once again as two big guys throw two big punches at each other. James is on the ground now. But Kyle hugs Ivan this time… Oh Kyle… What the hell are you doing boy? Something in his mind is happening, but I can’t tell what it is… The pain… I am going to faint… No Tim, you need to stay awake. For Kyle… This Ivan guy is probably very dangerous, and plays with my Kyle’s head. Fuck… FUCK… And the more this goes on, the more everything turns out worse, both for Kyle and for James… Without second thoughts, I stagger towards James as he lies on the ground, and grab the gun from his hand after I drop to my knees, pull myself backwards, and sit on my butt afterwards. I shoot the ceiling to draw everyone’s attention… Then I point the gun at Ivan, and shout “LET… MY… NEPHEW… GO… NOW…” We are not going to stay with whoever the hell this guy is Kyle, we are going to leave…

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I smash into Mason, drive him hard to the ground, he screams in agony, and I can see the blood start to stain his camouflage hunter’s gear as my impact aggravates his wounds. FUCK YES. I begin to lose myself in the lust of battle, feeding off of Mason’s agony. Mason’s fist rockets up towards my face, but almost contemptuously I knock it aside with my left arm as I mount him, preparing to simply pummel him to a pulp. He’s weak. He’s wounded. He’s trying to separate me from Kyle. Then, David’s voice rings in my head, “Are you the kind of man that kills someone out of jealousy, Ivan? Or duty? Do you want to kill Mason because he is your enemy, or because he loves the man you love? What are your motives, Ivan? Did you love me? Would you kill a man just because he loved me?” I roar in my head, SHUT UP!! Then, suddenly, Kyle is there, he grabs my fist before I can pound it into Mason’s face. I look at him, the fury of battle suddenly draining out of me as Kyle hugs me, and begs me not to hurt James. It feels like someone stabbed a knife to my heart, he tells me how much he loves me. Oh fuck. I … I …. I …. Feel parylized. And for the first time in this entire fucked up week I realize something… something that rocks me to my core… I am … as much… Kyle’s prisoner… as he is mine… His love… my love for him… I … I … Then, suddenly I hear a bullet slam into the ceiling. I look over, and Tim has gotten Mason’s gun in the scrum and has it pointed right at me. I swallow. I speak calmly, then, casually, I put my gun right up against Mason’s temple, I cock the trigger, and speak, “Kyle, if your uncle doesn’t put that gun down, then both me and Mason will die. The instant he pulls the trigger, then I pull my trigger.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: That bastard Usov blocks my desperation punch. Pain is smashing through my body, and I can’t breath… I struggle to raise my gun, but it’s gone… what happened? Did I drop it when Usov sucker punched me… can’t think… need air.. Ivan is going to pound me into hamburger meat, then suddenly, Kyle saves me… He pulls Ivan off me, and soothes the raging beast, telling him how much he doesn’t want Ivan to hurt me, how much he loves Ivan, and it seems to work. My own heart's a minefield of pain and agony right now, I’m hurting, I’m tired, I’m weary deep in my soul from this whole fucked up situation. I wish… oh Kyle… It’s hard, hard to listen to Kyle’s words his tone, everything, he loves Ivan so much. What… what .. right do I have to try and “save” Kyle? This love is genuine… and MASON. Listen to yourself. Kyle is the victim of torture and brainwashing. Are you seriously saying you should leave him with Ivan? SERIOUSLY? But… all of that is true, but it is also true that Kyle loves Ivan. I feel defeated. Totally defeated. Then, suddenly, Tim fires a gun, MY GUN, up at the ceiling, then points it at Ivan, demanding that he let his nephew go. Then, just as quickly, Ivan’s gun is at my temple. FUCK… I’ve faced death many times before. We are old friends. This way at least it will be quick. I speak to Kyle, for what might be my last words ever, “I love you Kyle.” There is nothing I can do right now. I am utterly helpless at this moment. Ivan will not hesitate to pull the trigger. I know him.

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I glare at that fucking beast named Ivan… No… This is not working out… He doesn’t let my nephew go… Instead, he points his own gun to James’ temple. UGH… You asshole… I can feel my hand is shaking a little bit. I am a good sniper, but I never killed people… I am just a PERFECT Hunter, that’s all... FUCK… I am not a soldier or a cop… I inhale deeply, trying to hide my nervousness, and growl back “I am a perfect shooter boy… You wouldn’t get a second chance…” This is so fucking hard. So hard… SO HARSH… Kyle… My Kyle… But my blood runs cold as I listen to Kyle's word… NO… NOO… This is not happening…

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I am shivering in fear as I see the gun of my uncle and then Ivan’s… They are both going to die… Because of me… If I don’t do something… I… I need to remember… Remember what Kyle? If I trust Ivan… He will keep me safe, he will keep my beloved ones safe… He will keep James safe from me… One of my arms is still hugging Ivan, the other one goes to the gun he is pointing for James’ temple. I look at my uncle and talk to him… “Uncle… Drop your gun… Please… I can’t lose… Them… I can’t… I can’t…” I can’t go on… I don’t want to let James go… But I can’t lose either of them. I just can’t… I already lost James in my nightmare, it was hell. I can’t live without him. But if it means I must listen to Ivan, then I will. I put a kiss on Ivan’s cheek, then whispered the “same words” that I learnt “I will be good… Don’t shoot him… I will do whatever you want… BUT… Just… Don’t… Kill… James…” then I turn my gaze to James. I can’t see his face properly for crying so hard, but I talk to him as well “Take… Take… My… Uncle… To… To… London… James…” So James and Ivan can’t stay in the same place? Then… I need to… Choose one of them… If I choose James in this position, both of them die… If I choose Ivan, both of them live… It’s all that matters for me… WHY DO I NEED TO MAKE A DECISION… I love James so much… So fucking much… But… I don’t know… I need to listen to Ivan. I need to listen to whatever he says to me. He knows better than me… I can’t make decisions… But he can… For me…

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12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek bellows at my words, as though I’d just told the best fucking joke of the night. Fuck you, asshole. Then the back of my head smashes against the ground and the room spins again. I’m taking some serious fucking head damage. Derek instructs Daniel to strip Jeff and start stabbing him. NO! FUCK! Just fucking leave him alone, please! As Derek looks at Daniel I feel the fear creeping onto my face, terrified for what is to come and how long I can hold out. Then Derek faces me again and I put on my best poker face. He spits across my face again then smashes his fist down onto me. I feel blood pool in my mouth again and cough, causing it to spurt up in the air and fall back on my face. “Euurrghh--” I stir, dazed again. My head flops in Jeff and Daniel’s direction, and Jeff’s beautiful, beefy and hairy body is exposed. Oh fuck. Oh no, please.. Daniel takes the knife and pushes it in ever so slightly. Blood trickles down Jeff’s back and over his gorgeous, furry stomach. I can’t fucking bear this.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The blade can go in for a few centimetres before it becomes a problem. I’m so sorry, Jeff.. I have to at least try. I force a laugh, as fake as Derek’s sense of humanity, but it needs to sound genuine. I laugh and shake my head. “You fucking idiots, he’s my boss. He’s a thousand times the man you will ever be, but you’re looking for a love that isn’t there. Nice try, boys” I laugh again, but inside my head is spinning. I fucking hope they bought that. I hope they think they’re wasting their time on Jeff and leave him be, but I know in my gut that’s not true. I’m only prolonging the inevitable.. In a few minutes Derek Steel will be inside me once more, and there’s nothing I can do about it. If Daniel keeps plunging the knife in, I’ll have to break. Please just.. Stop. I stare up at the ceiling. “97… beers on… take one down” I mutter quietly to myself, everything will be fine. Soon there will be one bottle of beer on that fucking wall and Jeff and I will come out the other side. Hurt and heartbroken, but alive.. And we will hold each other. Warm and safe. 96 bottles of beer.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I watch as Daniel expertly strips Jeff out of his shirt, and turns him over. Damn, Jeff has a fine looking hairy chest. MMmmmm.. Going to enjoy playing with him. Daniel mocks Jack, then pushes the knife in just a bit, right over his heart, a small drop of blood, looking black under the red emergency lighting, oozing out. I look down at Jack, looking at the blood and bile trickling out of his mouth. Then, I stare down into Jack’s eyes as he laughs and shows me more balls. My stare is hard, and cold, and penetrating. And very, very interested. When I next speak, my voice has a … intrigued tone to it. “Boy, you interest me. You have some real balls on you. I’m sure you heard what Ivan did to Kyle from Mason. Hmmmm… I think you would make a very valuable addition to the Brotherhood of Steel, after some… persuading of course.” I turn to Daniel, “What do you think Daniel? Would you like me to give you Jack here? Think you could … persuade him … to come work for us?”

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I smile, and my eyes flash with sadistic lust. “Just imagine, you and me together, boy. Daddy Steel with his little Jack.. and wherever I was horny, I could ram my Steel down your throat. And you’ll love it. Oh yes you will.” Then, my voice turns ice cold, and rings with a terrifying intensity, as I grab my hand around Jacks throat, and heave him up off the floor, smashing him against the wall with a sickening crunch, driving my left knee up like a spear into the middle of his destroyed abs, “I’m going to enjoy breaking you so bad that every time you see me you will fucking piss yourself and scurry over to kiss my feet for fear of what will happen to you if you don’t please me. You are MINE already Jack. And like I promised you in Toronto, now I’ve come to claim my property. As for Jeff, I don’t fucking care if he’s banging you like 2 dollar whore every night. He’s gonna die. Tonight, tomorrow. He’s gonna die. And you will watch him die. If he means nothing to you, that’s fine. I’ll still have the pleasure of watching Trent’s best friend slowly, painfully, savagely expire in front of my eyes.” I slam my knee up into Jack’s abs again. Then speak to Daniel, “What do you think Daniel, about sticking your blade a bit more into that Canadian idiot’s hairy chest? I know it doesn’t matter to Jack here, but I enjoy it.” Then I smile again.

12:26 Spy_Daniel_Allen: This kid is not bad, I start to think about Jack. After the Toronto incident, I thought he was just a little fucker to be abused for fun, but right now, he seems much much more. The way he risks himself and his boss is really bold, really admirable in many ways. My smile widens mischievously as Derek offers Jack to me. Hah… Talking about great minds thinking alike. I lock my gaze with Jack’s after I hear Derek’s suggestion and tease him “It sounds like a perfect idea Derek… And you don’t need to force yourself to do anything Jack, I can take care of everything… Kyle and Ivan are a perfect example. They both destroyed each others’ plans over and over again, and yet, you can’t imagine how much Kyle loves Ivan right now.” I wink at Jack, then chuckle as Derek slams him to the wall, teasing him about Jeff… Yeah, come on Jack, you can’t hide yourself for too long, you should know Derek Steel better than that. I crack my neck as I hear Derek’s suggestion, and I sink my knife a little deeper into Jeff, as I lock my gaze with Jack’s once more “Jack… Jack… Jack… Come on… Bluffing won’t help you, and especially won’t help Jeff. Why are you doing this to your beloved boss Jeff, and his British counterpart Mason? You want to be a traitor?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I want to rip this motherfucker’s head right off his shoulders. Go with you? Not in a million years, Steel. I can’t wait to bury you alive. Suddenly, he lifts me by my throat and slams me against the wall, bringing his knee up viciously into my gut. “UUNNGGG!” I start to double over from the blow but Derek has a firm grip on my throat. Fucking hell.. It hurts so bad. More bile and spit fall from my lips as Derek spews out his threats. I’m going to watch Jeff die am I? The words make me feel weak, fuck.. Then another knee to the gut. “EUUGHH FUCKK!” I gasp for air, my guts feel like they’ve been pounded into oblivion. Daniel keeps sticking the knife in him and now I start to worry. He can’t go any deeper, I have to let my facade down. I’m sorry, Jeff.. I tried so hard. “STOP! Just.. stop..” I moan, disappointed in myself for breaking character.. “Just take it out, please.. You got me, ok..” I don’t break eye contact with Daniel. You win, fuckers. “Just.. leave him alone..” I try not to sound panicked or desperate, but my outburst probably came across otherwise.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I sneer into Jack’s face as I hold him by his throat up against the wall, watching the play of emotions across his face as Daniel sticks the knife in a little deeper. I turn to look at Jeff, as Jeff’s body gives a spastic twitch, as more blood leaks out of the knife wound, as the blade sinks deeper into his handsome, hairy chest, the blood dripping down his chest and shoulder. I turn back to Jack, as bile and blood drips out of his lips, then, I see the moment his expression changes, as the defiance begins to fade out of his eyes. He begs me to stop, begs me to leave Jeff alone. I grin viciously. I’ve got the little bastard now, got him right by his fucking balls. My left hand tightens around Jack’s throat, and my smile turns even more vicious. “You know Jack, I like your spirit. You are a fighter. So, I’m going to cut you a new deal. Here’s the deal: If you beg me to take you on as my cum dump, if you beg me on your fucking hands and knees to be my toy, my bitch, my punching bag and make me believe that you are sincere, I won’t make you watch Jeff die. But if you don’t… I’ll ask my good friend Daniel there to fucking gut Jeff like a butchered hog right here, right now, and make you watch. I’ve been wanting to kill him for a while now anyways.” I grin at Jack. Then, turn to Daniel, “Will be fun having a new toy, won’t it Daniel?”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I feel like I’m in some kind of nightmare, hearing voices from a distance. In my nightmare, I’m being carved up with a knife, and Jack is forced to watch. I want to scream to Jack to run, to get away, but I have no voice and I can’t speak. I feel a massive surge of fear, pain, and guilt burn my soul like burning gasoline. Somehow, it’s my fault, my failure that led to this situation. Then, slowly as though I’m walking down a long tunnel I see a red light in front of me. It grows brighter, and brighter, and along with the light comes a searing, savage, pain my side is on fire, my chest… my chest is burning. And my head is pounding like a base drum in a heavy metal band, throb.. Throb… I move my mouth slightly as I start to come to, and daggers of agony spear up into my brain. Then, horrifyingly, everything comes rushing back… The rescue mission, the fight with Derek Steel and Daniel… This… this is worse than my nightmare, please bring the nightmare back.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I’m so hurt… my head hurts so bad.. But what hurts most of all is Jack. Jack depended on me, needed me to be strong, to win, to outfight that monster Derek Steel and this new agent Daniel. But I was weak… I was beaten badly by them. I failed Jack. Failed the man I love. I hurt so bad. My calm professionalism is in tatters. My eyes flutter open, and with shock I see Daniel looming over me, and the pain, the pain in my fucking chest… Daniel has a knife stuck into the hairy muscle of my left pec, right over my heart. Gasping in shock and fear, at the sickening sight, what I see next is far worse. Jack, pinned up against the wall by that monster, Derek Steel, his hand around my boy’s throat. Oh god no no. My Jack.. he’s hurt.. There is blood and bile dripping off his beard, he’s been hurt. No no… Then, what Derek is saying suddenly sinks into my ears. NO I groan softly, focusing all my energy to call out, “JAck… jack… You fucking.. Bastard.. Steel, leave him alone.. “

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12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: This is it. Finally. I have done it. I listen to Tim’s empty threats, and look at his shaking hand. Then, suddenly, Kyle speaks. I start to grin, I feel a lightness in my heart as he orders Tim to drop his gun. Then, he kisses me, and it feels like heaven, like absolute heaven. His love.. For me. Then, he begs me not to kill James. He crys so hard as he speaks, and his tears… they are a knife in my soul, deep in my heart. They are the same tears he shed when he tried to kill himself … the same tears he shed when he learned Mason had died. The same tears I wasn’t able to shed when I learned Dave had died. Oh Dave… Dave.. Then, Dave’s voice echoes in my head. “Ivan. Listen to me. You are a killer. You are a mercenary. You are a fighter. You are a soldier. You are a commando. You are a warrior. You are loyal to your friends. You are loyal to your loved ones. You treat them, have always treated them with respect and honor. That is what I loved about you above all else. If you do this thing… if you take Kyle with lies and brainwashing, if you take Kyle with threats and violence, then Kyle is not your loved one. He is just your tool. If you do this to Kyle, you will break your honor. You will not be the man I loved. You will not be the man that Derek loves. What will you do, Ivan?” I gasp out loud, and stand up, staggering back against the wall. I did not tell David to shut up this time. I looked at Kyle, and my heart overflowed with love. He was not a tool. Suddenly, grief and rage seared my soul, and I screamed. I fired my pistol.. At the ceiling over and over.. Then, I screamed to Mason, “TAKE HIM!! GO!!! NOW!!! NOW NOW NOW!!! GO!!!” I screamed again, collapsing to my knees, and pointed my gun at Kyle then, Tim, then Mason. I scream, a scream of anguish and rage and hurt, this I would do for Dave. I can brainwash and torture my enemy… but I cannot do this to my loved one. I cannot. “NOW!!!”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I know what is going to happen. I know what Kyle is going to do. It is the only thing that makes sense. It is logical. Tim makes a threat, but his hand is shaking so badly, it is obviously not a threat he can make good. I love Kyle. But, I have been defeated. Ivan has won. Ivan will get everything he wants. My Kyle… me… he won’t let me go… He will torture me and break me. I am too valuable to him. Kyle begs Ivan to not kill me, then Kyle turns to me and tells me to take Tim to London. Ah.. Kyle, don’t you realize? I am never leaving. I am now the prisoner of the Syndicate. To be tortured and broken. To be used to control you. I feel fear and despair bubbling up inside me. My life in ruins. But I have no regrets. I tried my best for the man I love. Nick would understand. I close my eyes, ready for what would come next. Resigned to my fate. There is a silence, a long silence, broken only by Kyle’s crying. It lays heavy on us all. Then, suddenly, I hear a gasp from Ivan. And… what the fuck?? Ivan stands up, staggering backwards, almost as if he were wounded.. He… he starts..firing his pistol… Has he lost his mind? He’s firing not at us, but the ceiling… Then, he screams at me, Screaming with a passion and a rage and a hurt to break your heart, telling me, ordering me at gunpoint to take Kyle and Tim and go… I slowly stagger to my feet, all my pain and agony washed away by amazement and stunned disbelief. He screams again… My heart, for the first time, reaches out to Ivan.. And I see him… not as my enemy, but as … a man of honor… he acts from love. From love. I want to cry. I feel suddenly that Ivan is not my enemy, but he is my brother. How did we end up here? But I have no time. I can’t risk that Ivan will change his mind, I look at Tim, “Tim, can you be strong for your Kyle? Can you be strong? Can you walk?” I turn to Kyle, “Kyle, will you come with me? Please? I love you. Ivan loves you, and we both want you to come with me. I need your help Kyle, I need you to come with me. We must hurry. We don’t have much time.”

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I gulp as Kyle asks me to lower my gun. I… I obey… Fuck… My boy, what happened to you? What have people done to you? I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were in so much pain before. He is gone mad. The only family I have is just losing himself in front of my eyes. I never saw him that down, that weak, that broken. They did something bad to my nephew, I can tell, because that is not him. But I am going to understand. He will return to normal. Then my heart shatters as he mentions London. Kyle, oh fuck, do you really think I would leave you alone here just to follow my dream? But I don’t think I am here to protest now. I just… Don’t know what is happening. I slowly lower my hand, and I obey… There is a long dead silence with my Kyle’s sobbing… Fuck… I’m sorry boy… But suddenly, that huge man named Ivan starts firing at the ceiling, over and over again. And I can’t understand what happens at first. HELL… I still have no fucking clue what the hell has been happening since the beginning. But James quickly approaches me, and says we can leave? Do I have enough strength? I already forgot about it… In this adventure, it’s just impossible to think about it. I nod with my head “Yes son… I can… Don’t worry… I just… I need some little help...” as I say this, I wrap my arm around that well built soldier’s shoulder… Yeah, I can move faster if I get enough support from him. Then he returns to Kyle, so do I.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can feel Ivan slowly relax at first. Yeah… Thank you Ivan… I promise, I will do whatever you say… I am not going to disobey… But I can feel it as he starts to lose himself in his thoughts. Then, I look at Ivan, confused as he staggers back and shouts while starting to shoot the ceiling. My eyes widen in fear… Ivan… Don’t do this… Please… I love you… Can’t I be good enough? Then I hear James calling out to me… He says we need to leave? BUT… NO… WHY? I never expected this… Ivan is going to just let me go? WHY? Why am I the only one who can’t understand anything? But you promised yourself, Kyle… You were going to do whatever Ivan orders you to do. And he orders you to go. I look at James, and nod at him. I look at my uncle… He seems ready as well. I turn to Ivan, but he just shoots everywhere… I can’t approach him… I mumble as I continue to cry “I love you Ivan… I love you so much…” then I start following James and Tim… Then I start thinking on Ivan’s words… “Down the hallway to the left, and take the third right. That leads directly to the staircase up to the basement of the farmhouse.”... I follow them until the end of the hallway, and turn my back… Ivan… He is still there… Ivan… I love you… I love you so much… I swear… I take a deep breath and shout “We will meet again Ivan… I promise… I promise… I will find you…” I feel terrible… I feel so bad… What is this rush? What? WHAT?

12:26 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I catch Mason’s eyes as I scream at him in pain, fury, guilt, rage, loss and love. My life is falling down around me…. Mason is my worst enemy, and I should shoot him now, but I cannot. For only he can give Kyle what he needs without lies or deceit. Finally, my mind starts to clear, the fog and confusion swept clean, like a filthy street cleansed by a storm of pure rain, as all the conflicts and emotions come pouring out. This is right. This is how I honor Dave. I look for a moment into Mason’s eyes, and our gaze connects. And again, as before, we are joined as brothers, in honor, in love, with one purpose, Kyle’s well-being. In another life, in another time, I could love Mason… but he is my enemy now. As tears start to flow down my face, and I begin to collapse into a ball of grief and pain, I hear Kyle’s voice shouting down the hall, promising that we will meet, that he will find me. I hope he never does, but I want him to so badly. I scream back, “GO KYLE!! GO, AND WHEREVER YOU GO, WHATEVER YOU DO, MY LOVE GOES WITH YOU!” You fool Ivan…. YOU FOOL YOU FOOL YOU FOOL. You played with fire, and now you have been burned… burned… burned… burned… I collapse into a ball and weep, and weep, and weep, and cannot stop.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I turn down the hallway, supporting Tim, helping him walk. My own physical strength has been pushed to its limits. My wounds have broken open again… and my hunter’s gear is soaked with my blood. A fiery pain assaults my brain with every step I take, as the gunshot wound in my muscled ass sears like fire, dripping blood. But this is no time to give into pain. We need speed. I have no idea how much longer that fire will keep the Syndicate forces occupied, they might even now be heading back into the base. Ivan might have told us to go, but they will not be so forgiving. My finely trained tactical mind recalls the instructions that Ivan spoke to Kyle when I first encountered them. Luckily, the hallway to the left was the hallway I came down, so this is heading in the direction I need. Suddenly, I apologize to Tim, “Good sir, my apologies for the indignity, but speed is of the essence.” And I sweep him up into my arms, his old, frail body light as a feather, even with all my wounds, it barely hinders me. I hear Kyle shout back to Usov, and I hear Usov shout back to Kyle one final time. And despite all my self-control, despite the need to stay focused and in combat mode, tears roll down my face. This was all so fucked up. If only life were simple and clean. If only your enemies could conveniently be heartless monsters, it would be so much easier. I wept… for Kyle… and for Ivan .. and for love. I promised in my heart, “Ivan, my brother, I will care for Kyle for both of us.” This was so fucked up. Life was never simple.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, we arrived at the exit Ivan had indicated, I opened the door to reveal a long stairway. “Tim, I need to leave you here. You have your gun to defend yourself. I brought two colleagues with me that I have to retrieve now. They are guarding the entrance we used to penetrate the base, we didn’t know about this exit. I’ll be back shortly. Kyle, can you stay with me? I might need your help.” Then, although time was short, I gently enfolded Kyle in my arms, and kissed him, letting all my love, my compassion, my strength, my power flow into him. I murmured in his ear, “I know this is all so hard right now, I know. I love you so much Kyle, you have no idea. But we will sort everything out once we are safe, okay? Can you be strong for me for just a little longer?”

12:26 Tim_Byrne: I stagger with James for a few steps, but suddenly, he lifts me up. Grah… This is so fucking humiliating. I was about to mock him like a grumpy old man as I always do, but no.... This is not the time. I just nod to him, and let James carry me until we arrive at the staircase, and he drops me off there. Afterwards, he says he needs to catch up with his colleagues? And he is taking Kyle with him…. I trust him. After this day, I trust this man’s judgement. I just nod at his words, and take my gun out, and show him that I will be waiting for him.

12:26 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My heart… WHY? Why don't I understand anything right now? Why is this so hard? Ivan just shouts at me to go back. Is this his goodbye? Is that a farewell? No… NO… But I need to trust both James and especially Ivan. Since the beginning, this is the first time they have wanted me to do the same thing… If this will keep my beloved ones safe, I will do it. I don’t have a choice to hesitate. I follow Tim and James until we arrive at the staircase. Then James mentions he needs to find two colleagues? Who? Who are they? I don’t think I know them, but we will see. I take a deep breath, and hug James back firmly, god it feels so great to feel him like that again. It’s just perfect, it’s just amazing, and it’s the definition of heaven. I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down, and force myself to stop crying. You will cry a lot afterwards, Kyle, once you get out of here. I nod to James as he asks something of me, I owe this to him. He is here for me. He did everything for me, just like the others who harmed themselves… NO KYLE… FOCUS… Not now, if James wants your help, you are going to help him. I mumble “Let’s find where they are...”

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