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WELCOME TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER - PROJECT ZEUS PART 1

A MEETING OF THE MINDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 2

ON THE ROAD AGAIN - PROJECT ZEUS PART 3

PENETRATION IN TORONTO - PROJECT ZEUS PART 4

Toronto CSIS HQ, Second Floor, Restroom, Day 3, Early Afternoon

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I finally manage to calm myself down. Beating yourself up won’t help you Kyle, and especially won’t help Jeff and Jack. I couldn’t do it… I came here to help Jeff, but because of the hostile attitude of Young Family and the unreasoning mind games of Marc, we only got 35% of Jeff’s funding request. 35%? We only can launch one final strike with that money. And it’s doubtful it is going to be successful. This means I need to adapt the plan. I need to convince Jeff that he needs to wait for me to find the precise and certain location of Jack which only I can do with Sam and Alex. But at least… It was better than nothing I guess. That was also something. I really admired Jeff. How could he stand these people for the past few weeks? They acted like they were reasonable people in that meeting, but “somehow”, there was no logical argument from them, nor did they manage to make counterclaims to my own offers, just insulting and dictating their “own” close-minded ideas.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: This is all my fault… All my fault… This humiliation won’t end until we find Jack alive. But right now, I need to find Jeff. We need to talk about the things that happened. I wash my face again, and look at myself in the mirror one more time, then get out of the restroom. But suddenly, a sudden CRASH, and all lights are out. What the fuck? What is happening? I check my phone to turn on the lights, but it doesn’t work as well. Well fuck… EMP bomb. We are under attack, and it is not something simple. Whoever the fuck attacks the building, they sure have balls. I quickly take out my dual pistols, gifted to me by James and Tim, and start moving down the dark corridor. I always carry them with me, and right now, it can save my life. Nobody was around, at least, I thought like that just for a second. Suddenly, a huge shadow appears a couple of meters away in front of me. And I can tell he is not a CSIS guard. I aim one of my pistols at his head, and shoot. Then, without any hesitation, I throw myself backwards, and step inside the restroom once again to take cover. I am a perfect sniper, but in that dark, it’s hard to see, aim, and especially recognize. Ugh… The Syndicate is behind this, isn’t it? Syndicate…

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I turn towards the doorway where I blasted that stupid guard with my shotty. And turned for a moment, to catch Daniel’s gaze, across the rubble-strewn lobby, with a massive 18 wheeler truck half-embedded in the reception area, furniture upturned, a haze of dust and gunsmoke already beginning to sift through the air. It was pure chaos. Utter fucking mayhem. He winks at me, and with a grin, I wink back. Daniel is all right. Oh yes he is. Now, onwards and upwards. Let’s kick some fucking ass. I hold my shotgun in front of me, reloading it quickly, then darting through the door, the broken-backed JTF-2 commando already forgotten, laying like a piece of discarded trash. Two more guards are running at me, and I duck back, take out my glock with my other hand and suddenly surge forward, aiming my shotgun to the right with one hand, my muscles straining and flexed like steel cables, firing while at the same time I fire my sidearm at the other guard. Both guards drop dead before they can even get off a shot. Fuck yes.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I turn to the right, re-holstering my glock, holding my shotgun out in front of me. Dimly, in the light of the corridor I see a sign pointing to the men’s restrooms just ahead of me. I follow the sign, heading up some stairs, to the second level, every sense tuned in, every sound, sight, and smell coming to my battle-heightened senses with perfect clarity. And once again, it saves my life. Out of the shadows ahead of me, next to the bathroom door, I catch the rapid blur of a man turning towards me, a man with exceptional reflexes. I don’t think, just act, throwing myself hard to the side, as a bullet slams through the air where my head only recently occupied. FUCK ME. The door of the bathroom suddenly swings open, and the man darts inside. Well. He’s trapped now. Let’s give him … a surprise. I take off one of my three frag grenades as I squat down behind an armchair, and toss the frag at the foot of the door to the bathroom, about ten feet away. I duck low, and then, with a savage, BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, the grenade explodes, blasting the door inwards off it’s hinges and knocking part of the wall away. I charge forward in the wake of the explosion, choosing to use my glock for speed and precision, checking my shotty across my back again.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I shoot, but I don’t hear a body falling to the ground. Fuck… I missed? I rarely miss. This guy should be good, whoever the fuck he is. He managed to dodge me just in time. After I darted inside once again, trying to think of a way out, I heard “something” thrown in front of the door. FUCK… A bomb… Without any hesitation, I jump backwards, and a sudden KABOOM… Ugh… I fell to the ground on my butt. My ears are ringing. Geez… I need to focus. I need to focus. Grah… I’m stuck here... That person is going to check up on me to see if I am dead or not. I can hear his footsteps… Coming closer... I crawl to the end of the other side of the restroom, and get inside the last toilet cabin that is not damaged. While doing this, I don’t hesitate to shoot over and over again with one of my pistols to prevent him getting inside. I can’t risk him seeing me in this position. After I get inside the cabin, and start reloading my own pistol. He is going to find me in this cabin too, I need too… I look under. There is a little space that I can crawl to the next toilet cabin, under the toilet stall partition. That cabin is a bit damaged, but at least, I may create a distraction, and gain enough time to bust that person maybe.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, there is a hail of bullets randomly blasting through the door way as I approach. I back off quickly, grab an end table off the ground, and hold it by one of the legs like a shield. I dart forward, focusing on landing each boot quietly as the bullets slam into the heavy wood of the table. Finally the rain of bullets stop, and with a grunt, I toss aside the table. I squint hard in the dim light, and don’t see anything but, I definitely hear a light scrambling noise. I grin. Then, as silent as a cat, I coil, and spring forward into the side of the toilet stall, next to a fountain of water rushing up from the remains of a destroyed toilet, quickly looking to soak the floor. The water splashes me, but I DRIVE my shoulder into the side of the damaged stall, bashing the wall in, and keep going, bashing in the next wall, with brutal determination, looking to bury this stranger in broken bits of destroyed toilet stall, and maybe even grind him into the floor with my heavy boots.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I start crawling to the next stall, but he doesn’t check the last stall that I was supposed to be hiding. I hear CRUNCH noises… Over and over again, and it’s coming closer. FUCK… He is breaking through the walls. I don’t attempt to get on my feet or knees. If he is strong enough to break these walls that harshly, he is gotta be strong, and he could definitely crush me with that speed and strength of his. These Syndicate boys never cease to amaze me with their strengths. As soon as I crawl to the second stall, I roll on my side, and quickly get out of the toilet cabin. I don’t bother to get up at first. I just aim my pistols quickly while my feet are facing towards the cabinets. I can see the attacker from this position, and I start shooting my pistols towards the place he is crashing the stalls. It’s so dark to aim properly, but I don’t have a choice. I get this chance to rise on my feet as I am shooting, then put one of my pistols in my leggings, and take a small dagger out, charge towards this stranger, hoping to slam him to the wall.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I batter down the walls of the stall, already weakened by the explosion, driving shoulder hard into each one. Then, I hear the sound of a body rolling, then the sound of gunfire. Luckily, the stall doors are thick enough to stop a bullet, only just, as I see the sudden flurry of round dents smashing into the side of the aluminum door frame. With a growl I turn, and burst out of the stall, literally ripping the cheap door off the hinges with a surge of adrenaline fueled, battle hardened power. I use it as a shield to soak up the bullets for the first step or two, then launch it towards the bastard, whoever he is, following the sound of his bullets. It’s so fucking dim in here, everything is more my sound than sight. The floor is getting covered in water from the broken toilets gushing everywhere. I step smartly to the side after I throw the door, then charge towards the dim figure from the side, counting on him being so distracted trying to fend off the door that he won’t be able to stop my massive, hard, hairy, mercenary muscle from slamming him brutally off his feet.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: As soon as I start to shoot him, that guy rips the toilet cabin door, and starts using it as a cover. Fucking amazing. How strong this guy is… I continue to shoot as I get up, but he comes closer, and throws the door towards me. I raised my forearms just in time since I was prepared for hand to hand combat while I was taking my knife out. But fucking geez… This literally hurts, not gonna lie. And before I can look around, the brutal maniac tackles me down, and uffff… I am on my back while I can’t stop my hard grunt, and he is on top of me. Oh no… This doesn’t seem very good. I ignore the pain in my body, and plant my left foot next to his right foot, trapping it between my foot and my thigh. I am so focused on bringing down this guy, so I don’t look at his face at first. I grab his left wrist and elbow with my hands while I don’t let go of my knife. I dropped my gun in the process, but I managed to keep hold of my knife. Just as I was about to force him to fall to the ground on his back by raising my hips, and start pushing him to my left side and his right side in this position, I met with his gaze, and suddenly, I gasped. My eyes widen in amazement as I still try to roll him off me unconsciously. “Derek?”

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: My hard hairy muscle slams down onto this smaller CSIS agent with a satisfying crunch, my tackle taking him by surprise. I start to shift forward, to get him into a proper position, still holding my Glock in my right hand, sliding my right boot forward. The fucking punk has fast reflexes though, and traps my right boot between his left foot and right thigh, sweet and tight. Quick as a shot, he grabs my left elbow with his other hands, one of them is holding a knife, but he pulls it off while keeping his grip on the blade. I wasn’t born yesterday though, and with a growl of rage, I swing my left boot far off to the side, planting it hard to the rapidly flooding floor of the bathroom, counterbalancing this clever little Agent’s attempt to throw me by shifting my centre of gravity far to my left. Time to fucking finish him off. With my eyes flashing, I bring the Glock in my right hand around to point straight at his head, I’m about to pull the trigger when suddenly, for one of the few times in my life I’m shocked. “Fucking Kyle Byrne?” I hesitate… But I can’t do it. I can’t pull the trigger. Not when I know how important Kyle is to Ivan. Confusion, anger, uncertainty surges through me. What the fuck is he doing here??? WHAT THE FUCK? I flip my grip on my glock, holding the barrel in my hand, and swinging the heavy gun down hard, seeking to pistol whip Kyle across his handsome jaw as I fight hard to focus on a fight that suddenly has me brimming with uncertainty. I heave back hard on my left arm, to break Kyle’s grip on it, instinctively seeking out his right wrist to control that knife wielding hand.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: James’s rings in my ears: hesitating in a fight would get you killed. It was about to come true. I couldn’t lift Derek off from me properly because of his awesome reflexes. His gun was pointing at me, but I couldn’t throw off the shock after I saw him. How can I… He is Ivan’s best friend. I know they are the Syndicate, but he is the one who helped Ivan to bond to life once again. Derek doesn’t pull the trigger either. He quickly flips his gun, and I come to my senses. Not now Kyle… Not now… He is going to pistol whip me, and quickly, I raise my right hand that is holding the knife as a block to stop his gun with my elbow, and GRAH… Fuck it hurted as hell. I can see why Ivan says Derek is one of the best fighters in the world. Then he manages to free his left arm since I wasn’t holding it with both of my hands, but he can’t reach out my knife since it is blocking the right arm of Derek. And while he is doing that, I try another attempt to free myself under him. Since he put his shift on his left side to balance me, I quickly turn on my right side under him, hooking my left leg over his, and put my boot on his waist. With my full force, I push him, trying to bruise his arm as well at the same time in order to create a distraction for him.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Kyle blocks my attempt to pistol whip him, taking the blow on his right elbow. Not ideal, but it still fucked Kyle up… I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do with Kyle… What the fuck do I do…. I can’t kill him. I reach over with my left to grab his right hand, but he’s out of position now, so instead, I reach down to my belt, and grab my own knife. I wield it expertly. Suddenly, Kyle twists onto his right side, while my right boot is still trapped between his left and his right thigh. That frees my boot, but then his left swings up and plants itself on my hip, shoving hard, knocking both of us apart, as he pushes us apart at the same time, sliding easily across the wet, flooded floor. I grunt, as I slide, barely keeping my balance. I grab the rim of the torn off toilet stall door as I break contact with Kyle, in my left hand. My legs are already in a strong position to stand, and without missing a beat I stand up with a surge of power, hauling up the toilet stall door in my left hand as I keep hold of it and my knife. With a surge of muscle, I prepare to heave the toilet stall door directly onto Kyle.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: This feels so fucked up. I will never get out of this nightmare. This is a curse. The curse I need to live for the rest of my life. I… I can’t kill Derek… Maybe if I capture him? How would Ivan feel if I captured him? NOT NOW KYLE… That’s your job: catching the criminals. Now, you need to restrain Derek. I… I will think about it later. Suddenly, my eyes flashes as Derek reaches to the broken toilet stall door, raising it up in the air, heaving himself up as well. He has his knife in his hand as well. Without hesitation, I extend my left leg without lowering it down to the ground, going for a front kick to his face while I am still on my butt. I am still holding my knife, but I don’t want to use it. I… Oh... Then I roll on my side just in case my attack wouldn’t be strong enough or he manages to land on top of me once again. If I can paralyze him, I can cuff him, and then knock him out. I’m sorry Derek. I’m sorry Ivan. I… I need to do it. That’s… That’s my job… I need… To… Do…

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Kyle is fast, Damn fast. He is a tough, and resourceful fighter. His boot flashes out towards my face, but I’m holding a fucking huge toilet stall door. It’s better than a fucking shield. I swing it sideways, and simply bat Kyle’s left foot right out of the way, knocking his boot hard off course. I catch sight of him turning to his side, then SLAM down that door, using it like a giant club, timing my throw so that I catch Kyle in the act of turning when he is most vulnerable, my blow is designed to smash Kyle hard into the floor. I have to stun him, knock him out, so I can think about what the fuck to do… What is KYLE doing here anyways? FUCK? He’s not meant to be in Toronto. Is Mason here too?

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Fuck… He blocks my kick with the door stall. How good are these guy’s reflexes? Then I start rolling, but suddenly, a harsh pain on my back, and I yell “AHHHHHH…” I start to whimper and moan hard, trying to catch my breath. Fuck… He is not killing me, nor he does let me go. I don’t blame him, I am in the same position. Suddenly, I intentionally slow down my breathings, letting him think that I am unconscious now. But I hide my hand under my body, and it still holds my knife firmly. I can gain enough time to recover from that strike. Fuck… My head is spinning. He just destroyed a door on my head, so it’s not hard to act.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: The door crunches down with a savage impact, I can feel it’s impact on Kyle accompanied with a yell of agony from Ivan’s lover. Fuck…. I need to put him out though. Hard. He’s fucking resourceful, and I can’t give him any quarter. I lift my boot and stomp it down HARD on the toilet stall door as it covers Kyle, with brutal force, not holding back, I need to knock him out so I can think. I flash around through the water, towards his front, then carefully measuring him, I pull back my heavy boot, and drive it right towards the back of his head, controlling the force so I don’t kill him, but enough to definetly knock him the fuck out.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then another stomp comes, his boot this time, and I grunt harshly. Trying to catch my breath. I can’t see clearly. But I can’t pass out either. Everything would go much worse if I pass out. I hear his footsteps are coming in front of me. No… It’s now or never. While he drives his foot back, I suddenly reveal my knife, stabbing it just a bit upward on the side of his ankle, hoping to hit a nerve cluster point. This pain should paralyze him enough, and I push his standing leg as well to force him to fall to the ground while I slowly raise on my hands and knees. My brain… I am about to explode… Come on Kyle… Whimpering and groaning, I try to push myself backwards away from Derek while reaching for my gun, trying to aim it towards him in order to prevent him coming closer to me..

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: As my kick soars in towards his head, Kyle’s hand suddenly flashes out, with a knife, headed towards my ankle. Luckily, my heavy duty combat boots prevent his blade from scoring on my flesh. Fuck, he moves fast, like a viper. His attack does deflect my kick though, and throws me off balance. The floor is covered with water from the ruptured plumbing and toilets, and when he pushes against my planted leg, there is no traction on this fucking slipperly floor and I fall backwards flat on my ass with a splash. Growling, enraged at being in this difficult situation I see Kyle pushing up on his hands and knees. I shove myself towards him as he tries to back off, with my hands, my body sliding towards him, I cock my heavy right combat boot and aim it like a sledgehammer directly towards his handsome face while he is on his hands and knees. With my other boot, I catch sight of Kyle reaching for his gun, and I lash out brutally, ruthlessly, kicking his hand as it reaches down for his gun, to disrupt his attempt.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: My knife apparently does nothing to Derek since I don’t hear a loud scream. It was a sharp knife, but his boot is covering it pretty nicely. In fact, he follows me up quickly, and his boots come directly to my face and my hand. As an instinct, I raise both of my arms to block the kick to my face, and dodge the kick he threw to my hand. But his kick was powerful, and even if I stop it with my bruised elbows, my arms hit my face as well and I stagger back, falling to my butt once again. My mind just can’t focus… No… Jeff… Where is he… Ivan… James… I inhale deeply while still trying to stagger back to the wall behind me. I… Need… To… But I can’t… I am so tired…

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Grunting, I can’t help but be impressed by Kyle’s battle prowess, managing to block my kick with his arms, but it hurt him, stunned him further, the blow slamming him backwards, to slump against the wall on his butt. Like a tiger, I flip over to my hands and knees, moving forward with the deadly grace and brutal power of a man trained as an elite commando with a lifetime of battle behind me. Now that I had my “goal” locked into my mind, to knock out rather than to kill, all of my battle training was focused on that one goal. I drive my heavy muscle forward, looking to drive my the toe of my heavy, steel toed combat boot directly into Kyle’s midsection to more deeply stun him, while I again flipped my Glock in my hand, holding it by the barrel, to drive the butt of my pistol into Kyle’s temple with a strike designed to knock him out cold.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can’t focus. I can’t… Maybe this would be better. If Derek just finishes me off, I would escape from this nightmare. I try to look at Derek, but his hard steel boot suddenly smashes into my body’s midsection, and I double up. I am sorry Jeff. I am sorry James. I am sorry Ivan. I am sorry Jack. The pain in my body and in my mind is unbearable, and I just scream in agony, not because my body is hurt, but I let everyone down. Then I just see Derek’s pistol’s barrel for a moment, and everything suddenly turns black after another sharp pain.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I stand up then, chest heaving, as the sound of the broken plumbing floods the room with a soft gurgle and water sloshes around. I look down at the unconscious body of the man that Ivan loves. I’m feeling suddenly torn, vulnerable, almost like I hurt a friend. Kyle is no friend of mine… but he is the man that my brother loves. And yet, he is my enemy. Fuck… this is so fucked up. SO FUCKED UP!!!! Then, suddenly, I get an idea. I thought back to my time with Sébastien Côté in Los Angeles… I had, in fact, had a thought to track down some high-up CSIS Official, maybe one of the directors, and plant one of my little toys on them, thinking how useful that might be. But now, here, I change my mind. Kyle…. For Ivan, I will do this. For Ivan. I reach down to my tactical belt, and remove my special prize. It’s in a small hermetically sealed wrapper. I rip it open and reveal a small, flesh colored, flexible square. In development for years, it is actually a bio-electric tracking device that is powered by the victim’s own body heat. As it is completely organic, it is undetectable by any conventional scanning techniques. It will appear to be part of the victim’s body by any but the most dedicated analysis. I bend down, holding the tracker on the end of my index finger. With my other hand, I delicately fish it into Kyle’s trousers. I stick my finger into Kyle’s ass, just enough to make a space, then I delicately insert my index finger with the bio-electric tracker up his ass, and it adheres to the side of his canal with the special adhesive, making a firm contact. Job done. Now… When the time comes, Ivan will be able to find his beloved Kyle. I nod, stand up, take one last look at Kyle, mixed emotions running through my brain. This was SO FUCKED UP. Then, I darted out of the rapidly flooding bathroom to rejoin Daniel and the others. I should be celebrating…. But I wasn’t. I should have captured Kyle… I should have killed him… but I didn’t… Fuck this shit. Sigh.

Toronto CSIS HQ, Main Entrance Lobby, Day 3, Early Afternoon

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Here I am. The elite of the elite. A member of the JTF-2, Canada’s counterpart to US’ Navy Seal or Britain’s SAS. Physically broken by Steel, laying in the wreckage. My back is as good as broken. Years of gruelling and intense physical training and conditioning could not save me from the raw power and strength of Steel. Today, I am finding out the first hand just how dangerous a man like that is. For some reason, he’s left me alive. I am laying in a sweat soaked heap. In my T-shirt and shorts, torn in parts. I was going to head back to Dwyer Hill, our HQ, to get ready for the rescue mission, yet before I could get out of Toronto, I ran into Steel and his men who were on their ambush mission to the CSIS HQ. Not only was I not able to stop them, I have indirectly helped them gain access for the ambush. I lay here, trying to move. Wanting to redeem myself of what happened. The pain is unbearable. I am hoping that the damage to my spine isn’t permanent, but for the moment, I am nearly paralyzed. I try to move my arms and legs, but for the moment, I am only able to move my fingers slightly. Unable to do much else but to moan and wince in pain. Somehow still conscious. I need to stop them… I need to stop them… I keep thinking to myself...

10:32 Frank_Morrison: It’s fucking chaos, explosions, gunshots, crazy ass heroics from that hot as fuck Canadian commando dude… I jumped out, my assault rifle held ready. Me, along with a few other of the boys, peppered a squad of guards with our rifles. I took a slug in my flak vest, smashing me back hard to the side of the truck.. FUCK…. But he ain’t firing again. Then, I turn, and my eyes open wide as saucers as Derek fucking Steel literally breaks that handsome Canadian commando’s back like a twig… I mean, FUCK ME. Right there, right in the middle of a goddamned fire fight… he fucking just breaks that bastard’s back… Like it was just nothing out of the ordinary… My dick gets hard… Oh shit… that was hot. Then, he calls for someone to take him back to the truck. I grin, volunteering for the job. I drop down next to him as he lies there twitching and moaning, I grab his ankle, and drag him over behind one of the sofas, next to a dead CSIS guard. I want a bit of privacy with this fucker. DAMN…. Not every day you get some “private” time with one of Canada’s finest, is it?

10:32 Frank_Morrison: I grab the commando’s head by his hair, and twist his head to make him look into the dead, sightless eyes of the dead guard. Time for some mind-fucking… Mmmmm… “Hey, you fuck tard… thought you could mess with Derek Steel, did ya? Thought you were gonna be some kind of hero, bringing down the leader of the Brotherhood of Steel all by your lonesome self? What a fucking idiot you are…. You see this dead guard right here… he’s dead cause of you, you waste of space.. You killed him. You gave us a free pass to make our sneak attack flawless… Oh yes…. Mmmmm… You know what, soldier, you are kinda hot…. I think I’m gonna have some fun with you. Tell me, you a virgin in the back door department, commando? Yeah? Or do you and your hot battle bros back at JTF-2 initiate each other? Mmmmmm… I’m gonna fuck your useless, broken backed brains out. Hell yes I am….”

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I need to stop them… I need to stop the Syndicates... I need to stop these guys… my own voice echoing in my own head, despite the fact that I am laying in rubble, paralyzed from the pain. I am trying to fight through it. Fighting back the tears. You’re a goddamn soldier damnit! You can’t just lay here like some fallen soldier. I watch these guys, one by one, going in after Steel’s orders. Thinking, imagining what I would have done if I can get up on my own. “Stop…” I try to yell out, but my voice is drowned by these gunshots and explosions. This is bad. Really bad. I grunt loud, trying everything I can to move, and suddenly I manage to, only to realize that someone has grabbed my ankle. Turning my head to see someone lifting my leg, dragging me like a slab of meat towards a quiet corner. I scan his face, but can’t make out who he is among the organization. And I do know the Syndicates well. But I don’t recognize him at all.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: He could feel me yanking on my own leg weakly. The pain on my back is too much. My back gives in every time I try moving. Steel has done a number on my back, and I am in real bad shape. I need medical attention. If I can survive this that is. I survey the sight at the entrance. There are at least 5 dead CSIS guards, but they also managed to shoot some of the Syndicate members here as well. I don’t think they shot anyone recognizable, but they are human lives, nonetheless, lost because of this attack. And while I don’t know who this guy is, he's certainly not planning on getting me to the back of the truck like Steel had ordered. He dragged me to one of the fallen guards. Fuck, he was the one who I checked out with when I left just hours before. Now, lifeless, dead. My heart sinks. But I can tell what this Syndicate goon is trying to do. He is trying to get into my head. Making me feel the guilt and remorse for trying to stop their organization from terrorizing the human race. I can’t let him get to me. I won’t let him get to my head. I have seen plenty of dead soldiers and comrades during my days. And I will NOT let this guy, whoever he is, get to me. I grit my teeth, looking up at his face instead. Even as he taunts me. I spit in his face, “You ain’t gonna to get away with this. You won’t succeed!” He could see the fire in my eyes. He can tell that if I can have some, any control of my own body right now I wouldn’t hesitate to kill him on the spot!

10:32 Frank_Morrison: I chuckle with an evil, nasty laugh as Captain Canada here tries to play all brave, spitting in my face. I wipe off the spittle, as I reach down and grab my combat blade, thick and wicked, and with a savage slice, rip open the seat of my toy Commando’s trousers. I’m a little enthusiastic, and the sharp blade cuts a savage, jagged wound not only through his shorts, but also across the thick muscle of his ass in the process. Good. I’lll need some lube. I unbuckle my trousers then, overcome by the combat juices flooding my system, making my dick as hard as a fucking rock. I drop down on this gimpy commando’s body. I grab his head by the hair, and haul back on his head with a heave, as I plunge my thick cock into his bloody, sliced up ass, to the hilt and full bore, using my body weight to force my cock up to the hilt on the first plunge. I snarl then, into his ear, as I pull back on his head so brutally, I’m in danger of snapping his neck. The only thing that makes me hold back is knowing what Derek would do to me if I killed this bastard. He gave me orders to put him in the truck, not kill him. “Succeed? We already have succeeded, thanks to you…. Tell me, do all you JTF-2 boys have such sweet, succulent virgin asses? Or are you special somehow? I mean, you aren’t a very good commando, are you? Usually, the goal is to stop the bad guys, right? Not give them the keys to the kingdom like you did?” I plunge in savagely, delighting in his pain, feeding off his pathetic suffering.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: This man is twisted. For a brief moment, I thought he’s going to kill me when I saw him drawing his combat knife out. But instead, he slices down his own trousers, before he does the same down my shorts, giving my muscle ass cheeks a big cut at the same time. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH… My face contorting from the pain when I feel him grabbing my sweat soaked hair. My eyes flutter, forced to look more of the Syndicate men breaking into the complex. And I am bracing for it. Trying the best I could to fight off the pain, not only across my spine but on my neck now. He’s gonna rape my ass in the middle of the battle field. “You… won’t get away with this… I will kill you with my own bare hands…” I continue to be defiant in the face of getting raped in the ass. He taunts me. He taunts our team at the JTF-2. It must be his one moment of glory in his entire life that he’s resorted to fucking a defeated man, feeling so proud of it. I try not to let his words get to me. As a soldier, we are prepared for physical torture, and mental torture. I can tell that he’s trying to break me. Break my defense and I won’t let that happen, even though his words are making my heart sink. Maybe deep down, I have already acknowledged that what he said is perhaps true. Maybe it’s my incompetence that caused all this. What if I managed to shoot these guys dead the moment I got on the truck. But I also know that the fact that they have some 20, 30 odd men with them, there is only so much one man can do. Just then I feel his cock slamming deep into my ass. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH I couldn’t help but to cry out. Sweat continues to pour, as pain shoots up my spine at the motion of his cock going up my prostate. “Go… to hell!”

10:32 Frank_Morrison: I get into a rhythm, smashing my dick deep up his ass. A thrill of sheer, pure excitement sings in my veins. It’s not every fucking day you get to fuck an elite JTF-2 Canadian Commando right up his crippled ass in the middle of a goddamn war zone. FUCK. I lean forward with my other hand, and hook him under his armpit, dropping my grip on his hair. I heave back, pulling up on his torso, loving the feel of his thick, hard muscles totally under my control, torquing and twisting his body, knowing it will cause unbelievable savage agony to this bastard. Then, with my free hand, I grab up the sharp knife. He’s got thick, meaty pecs, nicely muscled, no doubt the product of a lifetime of combat training and hard work. Without a second thought, as I have that heavily muscled right pec exposed as I twist him to the side with my grip on his pit, I place the tip of my blade against the thick side of his exposed pec muscle. I grin, “I already have gotten away with this, you fucking pathetic piece of shit. You are Canada’s finest? YOU? Look at you. I could have done a better job in my sleep. You are gonna beg for me Commando boy, you are gonna squeal like a stuck pig and beg me to stop…” I keep the pressure up, torquing that broken back, and then, I plunge the blade laterally into the thick muscle mass of this Commando’s right pec, driving the blade in deep, slicing up and destroying the hard packed muscle fibres with sadistic brutality.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: How did I find myself in this situation. This southern redneck, someone I have never come across, let alone heard of during my years of anti-Syndicate convert operations, fucking up my ass, mocking me while our guys are hard in battle. Some get slaughtered brutally, while many are fighting heroically. I wanted to warn them, and how did that work out. I wanted to join them now, yet my back is badly damaged, and this guy, who I don’t even have a clue what his name is, is taking my ass like there’s no tomorrow, getting off at the gunfire, explosions and screams all around us. “You… are sick…” I grunt, when he slides his arm under my sweaty pit, stretching my injured back, causing me to scream uncontrollably. He taunts me, mocking me, mocking us! But the pain is overwhelming, I am unable to get a word in. He points that blade against my pec, letting us both see the reflection of my face. Contorting in unspeaking pain. Tears stream down as I scream. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH This guy is savage. Just like every one of them in the Syndicates. When I feel him pushing his blade against my pec like he’s testing the water, I flex hard. The best I can. Fighting back the pain and tears, as my entire body flexes up. My back is screaming in pain, and I am screaming in pain. And the pain just gets worse when I think that it’s impossible. Driving it deep slicing my right pec. Causing some unspeakable pain. I scream. I squeal. The entire main entrance lobby is starting to sound like a slaughterhouse.

10:32 Frank_Morrison: I drive that blade into this commando’s hot fucking muscle beef, carving up his thick beef like a sunday ribeye steak. My cock is getting harder and harder, his screams are turning me on. But I want more. As I torque his spine, rip his pec apart, and slam my cock hard into his hole, I grunt into his ear, “Beg me, fucker. Beg me not to hurt you anymore like the worthless bitch you are, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t carve you up like a Thanksgiving Turkey…” I wriggle the knife protruding gruesomely from his muscled pec to let him know that I was hoping he wouldn’t beg me.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: ARGHHHHHHHHHHH… ARGHHHHHHHHHHH My screams are filling the entire entrance hall. The screams of agony, echoing, bouncing off the walls. His knife cuts deep, and even my well trained, sculpted muscles feel completely helpless against this bastard’s knife, making a deep cut into the nerves, while he’s trying to break me in half. He wants me to beg. He wants to carve me up like a Thanksgiving Turkey. And from the way he’s twisting the knife that’s deep in my pec, I don’t doubt it. This sick, really sick bastard may actually do it. Then I notice something through the reflection of the blade that’s sticking out from my pec. The guard. The good CSIS guard who was shot dead during the ambush shootout. His fallen body is… within reach. I try to hold back my screams for a second. Not gonna give away what I am thinking. As my body shakes, he would have thought that I’m sobbing, and about to succumb to his twisted demands. I take a deep breath, opening my mouth, ready to say something. “Us… Canadian thanks… giving… was last month you bastard…” I say, summoning my last ounce of strength, reaching up to the dead guy’s vest. I know they keep their switchblade there, and my gamble pays off. I found the handle, grabbing it, opening it and rams it back towards this guy as hard as I can. Looking to get him straight in his ribs.

10:32 Frank_Morrison: I’m preparing to carve this fucker up like a Turkey, drinking in his anguish and the agony of his sweet, sweet suffering when I suddenly feel an impact on my flak vest, a sharp pain that spreads out from my side. WHAT THE FUCK? I turn to see that fucking idiotic Candadian Commando holding a knife in his left hand, his arm twisted up behind his back, as he tried to stab me in the ribs!! BUT THE FUCKING IDIOT must have forgotten in his pain-addled state that I’m wearing a GODDAMNED FLAK VEST. I yank the blade out of this fucker’s right pec, twist to the side, and stab down hard, the heavy combat blade sinking through this Commando’s nicely muscled left bicep, and driving the tip an inch or so into the linoleum floor beneath his. I yank back hard, torquing his back even harder, raging in his fucking face, “You piece of pathetic shit!!! I’m gonna kill you, but first..” I slam my cock in even harder, “I’m gonna rape your ass sixways to Sunday with my goddamned blade. Unless, maybe you wanna beg for me?” I growl savagely, working the knife pinning is pierced left bicep to the floor back and forth, sawing at his thick muscle.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Oh fuck. Oh FUCK! I have messed up bad, How could I have missed the fact that he’s wearing a flak vest. Did the blood loss got to my head? What the hell happened. Instead of his ribs, the blade went against his vest. I have wasted my last ounce of strength to try and cut his vest open. FUCK SEB! What the hell did you just do. Is this panic that you’re feeling? Or is pain overwhelming all your senses. I couldn’t retrieve my arm in time when he yanks his blade off my pec and stabs it down hard against my bicep. I immediately scream from the pain, as his blade goes all the way through. I scream through my lungs. I have NOT felt pain like this before. It’s uncharted territory, and I have been through a lot, just in the past two hours. Not only the pain on my bicep, but on my back, my pecs, and now my ass as he fucking rape me hard. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH he has me like a squealing pig. More than 200 pounds of muscles, being methodically destroyed by this Southern Redneck goon. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH tear streaming down the side of my face. I can’t control it. The pain is just overwhelming. “Please… PLEASE!” I scream. “Stop this. STOP THIS PLEASE!”

10:32 Frank_Morrison: I watch as this tough commando reaches his breaking point. I smile grimly, and ram my dick up his ass for one more massive thrust, my balls unloading to the sound of a Canadian hero breaking…. Mmmmmmmmmmm… That’s what I’m talking about… My horny southern redneck seed blasts into this bitched Commando like a fire hose… With pleasure causing my toes to curl, I finally pull my dick out of this JTF-2’s dudes ass, standing up over him, buttoning up my trousers. Then, with a sneer, I pull back my boot, snarling, “Shut the fuck up you bitch, I’m done with you now.” I smash my boot forward into his face with a loud CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh, knocking him the fuck out. I realize we are getting near evac time, so I pull my blade out of his bicep, and sling his broken, bleeding body over my shoulder, and head out to meet the second truck. I hope Derek lets me keep this fucker. He’s pretty hot.

Australian Syndicate Base, Same Time

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I lead Jack through to an unused room in the facility, the best I could find in terms of space and resources. I’d scouted some tools and whatnot before I went to him this morning, and now it’s time to make the most of what little time I have left with him. I guide him and gesture to a chair. “Take a seat!” I close the door behind him. “Because we’re going to play the most demented game of ‘Would You Rather?’ you’ve ever played! Warning: this game involves talking so you’re going to have to loosen those lips, or I’ll loosen them for you..” I watch the fear spread across his face and it’s like a light show. “Calm down, it’s simple! We’ll do a practice round..” I grab my homemade deck of cards and shuffle them thoroughly. “Inside these cards are different things we can do together, or rather.. Things I will do to you. They range from pretty mild to, well.. I best not say..” I wink at him. “Just say any number and we’ll get started!”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I follow Heath through the facility and pray that whatever he’s going to do to me is nowhere near as bad as what I am imagining.. Eventually we reach a room and I am greeted with a shoddy, metal chair plonked in the middle of a large room. So, I guess I’m getting tied to a chair? I start shaking again, oh fuck.. Tied up at Heath’s mercy, this is an absolute nightmare come true. Heath doesn’t threaten me, but I know what my ultimatum is.. I have no fucking choice. I can take a beating, I’ve taken enough now.. I’ll just sit in the chair, get beaten to a pulp and that will be that. I stumble over to the seat and prepare for a brutal beatdown, but then Heath mentions ‘Would You Rather?’ and my stomach flips, and I can feel that I’ve gone as white as a ghost. What the fuck? This guy turns into some demented gameshow host at the flip of a coin and I don’t know what to do.. What the fuck is on those cards!? I can’t do this, I can’t fucking do this.. But I have no strength to fight him, and I wouldn’t get far running.. Tears start forming in my eyes as I realise I’m trapped here. I have no choice whatsoever.. My options are to play his game and hope for the best, or refuse to play and have him do something unspeakable to me anyway. My heart is leaping out of my chest as I stare blankly at the floor by his feet. My mind reels but I know he’ll get impatient, so I awkwardly mutter “6” without making eye contact.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Young: Just as I’m about to flip my fucking lid at this kid for disobeying me yet again, he gives me the number 6. I smirk, then stop shuffling and scroll through for the 6th card, flipping it over to reveal a torture. The picture is a barrel of water with the number ‘5’ pencilled in the middle. “Ooooh,” I moan.. Showing Jack the card. “This means, I dunk your head into a barrel of water for five minutes..” I chuckle, knowing that’s a major feat despite his increased lung capacity. “So, here’s how it works. Would you rather commit to this card, or have another random one selected and you have to commit to that one. Remember, it could be something simple like a slap to the face or even a big sloppy kiss.. The tension is sweet!” I lick my lips again as I watch him squirm. “You’ve got 20 seconds before I get bored and choose for you..”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My jaw could not drop any more than it has in this fucking moment. Five fucking minutes? I scan the room and see a barrel to my left, realising this isn’t a fucking joke. He’s going to fucking drown me.. I’m going to die right here in Heath’s claws. I can’t breathe, I can’t fucking breathe.. This is like a twisted fucking horror movie. Five minutes.. I can’t, that’s too long.. But what if the other option is worse? I.. I have to take the risk, I have to gamble on this.. Oh fuck. “You sick fucking bastard..” Drowning is a particularly painful way to go, lungs collapsing and gasping.. I’ve spent the last few months wanting to die, and now I’m presented with the opportunity and I’m freezing up. I shake my head as I run out of time to decide, then quickly say “the other card..” what the fuck am I doing? Please be something mild, or 100 punches to the fucking gut or something.. Just nothing gruesome, please.. Please..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: He makes me wait right up until the 19-second mark before giving me his answer, teasing little drongo! I do as he wishes and shuffle the cards again, stopping randomly and flipping over the top card. Oh.. I look at Jack and don’t say a word. Instead, I just show him the card and let it do the talking for me.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Heath freezes up and my heart stops. I’m going to collapse to the floor without a pulse in a second. He steps towards me and turns the card. I can’t look, I won’t look, I can’t.. “NOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK NO PLEASE, HEATH YOU CAN’T!” The card depicts an eyeball with a nail going into it. I fall from the chair and onto my knees, then before I know it I’m bringing back up the porridge as promised. I quickly crawl away from Heath and hurl it up. “No, no, no, no, no…” I’m fucking shaking like a leaf, I should have just drowned. This is fucking torture of the highest degree. I can’t cope, I can’t do this.. I’m fucking falling apart. Jackal is about to lose an eye. “P-please..” I can’t believe I’m begging, but what other choice do I have?

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I tower over Jack as I laugh loudly, watching him chuck up his porridge and shake like a junkie. I enjoy it for a few long seconds before giving him the good news, grabbing his shoulder and hoisting him back to the chair. “Relax, my little joey! It was only a practice round, I was merely explaining the rules.. However..” I tuck the card into the deck and shuffle them again. “Now, we’re playing for real.. And that card is still in the deck. So.. a number.. GO!” I move over to where my phone is set up on a tripod, and start recording this beautiful scene.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: He throws me back into the chair and reminds me it was just a practice round. The relief I feel physically fucking hurts me, like my heart twisted inside my chest. I’m going to break here.. I’m going to break, if not from the torture then from the fear. It’s just too fucking much.. I can’t play this bullshit fucking game, I can’t even think clearly.. I can’t breathe properly. I know I’m on a countdown though, so I roar in frustration and just blurt out the first number that comes to my head. “F-four..” fuck.. This is real now. Whatever is on that card is something he may do to me.. Breathe.. Breathe..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: “First of all, Jackal..” I watch as he squirms in terror. Oh it’s fucking wonderful. “I want you to know something.. Me and your lovely Jeff, we go way back. You see, I had this major operation. Set it up with our pal, Derek. It was huge.. And it completely blew up thanks to Jeff fucking Rogers, and your fucking father. They thought I was dead, but instead I’ve been holed up in prison for 12 fucking years, thinking long and hard about how I’d get my hands on them. Well, Derek already sorted out your bastard father for me.. And believe me it was long and painful, and it appears Jeff has also bit the bullet.. So that just leaves you..” I shuffle the cards as I speak, sneering down at him. Jeff is, according to my intel, very much alive and well. “My point is.. Since Jeff and you had some sort of.. Personal relationship, so I know hurting you is just the same as hurting Jeff.. So, everything I do to you today, and everything you feel, is a result of his actions against me. You hear me? This is Jeff’s fault.. Now.. number four was it?” I change my tone to cheerful and songlike again at the end, then reveal the fourth card. “Oof..” I grimace. “So Jack, would you rather be waterboarded or something else?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I try my best to shut myself off from the situation, not listening to his words or even what the torture will be. I need to close myself off, but then he mentions Jeff’s name and I’m alert and present again. Jeff.. I didn’t know Heath had some sort of personal vendetta against him, least of all such a violent one. I’d never heard his name being mentioned.. Maybe because he was presumed dead. Apparently whatever happens to me today is because of Jeff.. the pain Heath can’t cause to him, he’s causing to me. He wants Jeff in this chair, but I’m the best he got. I suppose I volunteered myself to be here, so it’s only fitting that it’s me suffering the consequences. Waterboarding.. Oh, fuck.. It’s meant to be one of the most terrifying experiences a man can face. Water flooding your lungs, no chance to breathe.. Drowning and screaming.. It sounds fucking awful, but.. It could be that or have my eye out. Oh fuck.. I can’t believe I’m even saying these words. “Waterboarded..” I mutter, preparing for one of the worst experiences in my life.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: The hottest thing about this whole damn situation is that Jack is choosing his torture. He’s voluntarily getting waterboarded now, and it’s something so delicious to see him squirm and toy with the idea. I’ve learned a thing or two from doing this, and I know for sure he needs to be restrained. “Hands behind your back, boy..” and he obeys, good pup. I cable to his wrists together, binding them to the chair. I use three cable ties to make sure he’s nice and secure, and I do them up nice and tight. Oh fuck.. This is a sight to behold. I step over to my phone and admire Jack’s half-naked form on the screen, tied to a chair and waiting for punishment. I screenshot it as it continues recording, all useful for my secret project. I return to my boy and grab a hose that’s attached to the tap, switching the water on. I place the hose against his lips and sing “open wide!” to my boy, thrusting it inside his mouth. Now this is usually best with two people, but my beautiful Nolan is currently shooting up Toronto so I’ll have to make do. I pick up a thick and heavy lead pipe in my other hand, then turn on the hose to full power and watch in delight as it floods my little Jackal. Oh how he squirms, his lungs filling up with water. His screams are muffled by the hose, and he gags and gags on the water. I hold it there for far too long, almost killing him.. Just as he’s at the edge of fading away forever, I smash the lead pipe into his gut with full force and watch as the water comes gushing out.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I close my eyes, waiting for whatever fresh hell awaits. Maybe it’s not so bad, it’s just water.. I just won’t be able to breathe for a bit.. It’s okay.. He ties my hands to the chair and I brace myself. After a few moments he rams something into my mouth, and when I open my eyes he’s towering over me with the most sadistic fucking smile I’ve ever seen on a man. Then, it begins.. And oh my fucking god. Water fills my mouth instantly, and with nowhere else to go it gushes down my throat. I gag as it floods my entire body, and suddenly I see why it’s so feared. I squirm and cough on the water, but the hose is blocking my mouth that barely any comes out. “MMHMHHMMMM!!!” I scream loudly into the house, I’m going to die.. He’s going to fucking kill me.. My chest gets heavy as my lungs start collapsing, I’ve never felt so fucking scared in my life. I’m desperate for air but there’s no fucking chance, I’m dying.. I’m fucking dying. Suddenly the hose is removed from my mouth and Heath absolutely shatters my abs with something heavy and hard. As I grunt out in pain and double over from the blow, all the water in my body comes gushing out. I choke on it as cascades from my body, drenching myself and the floor. I cough and splutter, gasping for air at the same time. “F-F-FUCK!” I cry out in between gasps.. That.. that was fucking terrfiying, never again.. Never fucking again, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. That was.. Jesus fuck..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: The sheer noises coming from this little guy are orgasmic. Oh, how I love to hear him suffer. Nolan is the same.. Just a blubbering mess.. I once waterboarded him all night just as punishment for disobeying me. I think that may very well have been the last time he ever did. “Oooohhh, Jackie boy! Breathe, boy.. Breathe!” I pat his back with the hose. “Time for round 2!” I ram it back in his throat and repeat the process. I love catching him off guard with it, I didn’t give him a chance to take a breath this time. I do it a few times, waterboard and SLAM with the pipe, it’s a beautiful cycle. I do it 5 times overall before throwing the hose away and dropping the pipe with a deafening clatter. I just take a moment to stand back and watch him suffer, the jeans are now soaked through and his body is shining in the light., Careful, Heath.. Just enjoy it.. Slow down.. Don’t go full-blown on this kid, he isn’t yours. I turn my attention back to the cards and shuffle them again. “Come on, Jackal.. A few more rounds!”

Published: 2021-05-15, viewed 33 times.