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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
STRIKE WHILE THE STEEL IS HOT - PROJECT ZEUS PART 5
LONDON IN THE SHADE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 6

London MI6 Offices, Fourth Floor, near Main Stairwell, Day 3, Early Evening

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I split up from Shade’s men, those tough fuckers now loaded with some heavy weapons and body armour, ready to dish out mayhem. I grin, and head up the main stairwell. Now, I don’t exactly plan on bursting through that door and make myself a target. Not on your fucking life. I nod to one of my men, he’s got a shoulder mounted RPG. I grin, this will be fun. He fires at the door, the exit leading to the fourth floor, and every one ducks as a massive explosion rips the doors off their hinges, blowing them inwards towards the fourth floor and whoever is preparing to meet us. Splinters of wood, and small chunks of shattered concrete rain down on us, pinging off our flak vests. Then, I lead the charge, roaring up the stairs, my AK-74 darting right and left as I surge through the smoldering opening.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My mind slips full on into combat mode, and instantly, I recall the brief introduction I was given when I was provided cleared access to the MI6 offices. Among that introduction was the location of one of the armories, to be used in the event of a terrorist attack. Well, I think this bloody-well fucking qualified. I began to run, as the shocked staff in the canteen seemed to take a bit longer to recognize the situation. Most of the staff here at these offices had either never been in the field or had left those days long behind them, most of them were IT, or clerical, or support staff. Bureaucrats. Not soldiers. I wish I had a whole squad of my SAS bros with me now. Alex though, he was ready to throw down, I was sure of that. And where the fuck was Mason in all this chaos? I felt a stab of fear for my brother. No time to worry. I shouted at Alex as I ran as fast as I could through the dim interior corridors, lit only by the stray shafts of light coming from doors opening to outer offices with windows, “The stairs Alex, the fucking stairs. The lifts are out, they are gonna hit us from the stairs. Let’s take up a position outside the stairwell. We better stick together, better chances that way. The nearest armory is closest to the right side stairwell, so let’s focus there. There are plenty of smart fuckers up here, so someone else will get the idea to cover the left. We’ll blast these crazy mother fuckers as they come out.”

08:22 Alex_Braddock: Like the Corporal, my mind was already in battle mode, but I was really nervous flying blind with the kid. But then, he literally sprints into action, and my legs are kicking up dust right behind him. “The stairs, huh,” I thought in response to his shout as we ran. Yes, that made sense, and he was already devising a battle plan for us when we got to the stairs. He and I could hold one set of stairs, but we couldn't hold both. Can only do what we can do though. “I’m behind you...all the way, Corporal!” I shouted as we sprinted through the building, more explosions going off by the moment.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: It turned out that Alex and I were the first to reach the armory. One of the guards had just opened the innocuous looking door, he took one look at us both, and nodded, handing over two sidearms, Glock 17s, to me and Alex. Then, charging forward, we ran the short distance to the hall terminating in the double doors of the stairwell. There were a few other guards in position, four of them. Two on either side of the door, and two more directly opposite the door, kneeling behind a couch, dragged over into the middle of the floor, about five feet from the door, ready to unload on the first man who came through. I gestured at Alex, and I ducked to the right of the hall, crouching beside a stuffed armchair, about 15 feet from the door. On the other side of the hall, there was a small side table with a decorative lamp, and running along the wall overhead was a heavy shelf lined with trophies, from inter-department football tournaments held over the years. Mason’s own team had won several matches.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, faintly, we heard footsteps running up the stairs, the sound of heavy boots unmistakable. This was it. I pointed my Glock at the entrance, as did everyone else. NO WAY in hell those crazy bastards were going to… Suddenly, the world turns white and I hear a distant roar as though from a long ways off. Instinctively, I duck, saved by my split second reactions as a huge explosion rips through the hall. I feel stunned and dazed, my ears ringing and my eyes watering. The sickening, dazed sensation of being too close to a concussive shockwave has me seeing double. I realize, dimly, those mother fuckers have just used some kind of RPG or heavy grenade inside…. Inside the fucking tower… holy shit… Time seems to slow to a crawl as I look up over the chair, littered and torn with flying debris. The four guards near the door are all dead, killed either by blunt physical trauma or the savage, lethal force of the point-blank concussive wave ripping through them. The couch was bowled over, sprawled across the two dead guards who had been using it for cover, nearly ripped in half. The door to the stairs was a smoking hole of twisted girders and ripped concrete. The floor was intact, barely, but some of the steel girders beneath it were exposed.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Fighting with every ounce of will and determination to push through the stunned daze, I look over to check on Alex. Then, I gasp. Above him, that fucking heavy shelf is starting to tear itself from the wall, and drop on his head. Again, there is no thought, just reaction and instinct. I don’t have time to be stunned, as a sick fear for Alex propels me into action. I dive across the hall, my eyes meeting Alex’s as I drive my shoulder into him in a running dive, knocking him backwards, barely in time as the heavy shelf collapses with a wrenching, splintering groan, swinging down to smash through the space just occupied by Alex’s head. Then, breathing heavy, feeling sick, I heard the heavy tread of combat boots rushing up the stairs. A massive beast of a man burst through the door, holding an assault rifle and getting ready to spray the area with bullets.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: And this is the shit that I’m normally doing to fuckers. That explosion rocks us all, but I’m leaning up against the wall, just as disoriented as the rest of the men - if they’re that lucky. I’m blinking my eyes trying to refocus when I see the Corporal coming at me. Immediately I think he’s seen something I haven’t, so my combat instincts kick in and I let my body go loose to roll with him wherever he needs me to go. It isn’t long till we’re in a pile with him on top of me and I see the shelf that was over my head rip away as a bunch of trophies come tumbling down at us. They all miss, but it’s not time to fucking rejoice that the Corporal just saved my skin; no, that will have to come later. Right now, their fucking cavalry is coming through that god damn door any second, and I see the first big beast of a fucker coming in with an assault rifle...and I suddenly feel like I got a pea shooter in my hands. Let’s see if I can unload a pea right between that fuckers eyes, though.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: With the Corporal’s arms still around me, I push hard to roll us on the floor back towards that hallway to get a better line of sight for my shot. As we roll, I push up off the Corporal onto one knee, drawing my gun and getting the draw on this big fucker. But of course, he sees me and knows I’ve got a bead on him, and he ducks down to make evasive maneuvers as I get my first shot. We can’t let him pin us down with that assault rifle, or whatever else this fucker is carrying. And so that firefight really gets going as I get the big man pinned down but can’t get a line of sight on him. Please, Corporal - tell me you can get us more than pea shooters. I’ll even take a knife at this point!

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I surge out into the open, I realize that some of the men were still alive and kicking, and on instinct, before I even fired off a shot with my AK-74, I found myself catching the glint of a gun barrel, a Glock 17, a part of my mind cooly noted, and I ducked low, diving behind the smoldering remnants of a couch that was resting atop two dead guards. I shout and order back to the man about to surge up the stairs, “HOLD!” Then, I reach down to my tactical belt, and throw a smoke grenade just on the other side of the couch. The quarters are too close for a flashbang or frag, but this will do the trick. The grenade detonates, filling the crowded hall with a thick cloud of impenetrable, red coloured vapour to block line of sight. Thinking hard, I recall what I had seen of the hall as I had burst out into the open. There was a door to my right that led into a room. If I was lucky, I could use that room to bypass the hall, and come up behind the two men guarding the stairwell without them realizing it. I surged back, and called the five men I had with me forward, telling two of them to take cover behind the sofa, and keep a random hail of bullets directed through the smoke cloud to pin down any would be heroes trying to rush our position. I took the other three, and darted through the office door. The room was interior, no windows, and it was as dark as a banker’s soul. But… there, at the far end of the room, a conference room of some kind, with a large table in the middle, and sideboards scattered along the walls, there was another door leading back into the hall. I surged forward, using sharp hand gestures to tell the other three men to take cover behind the sideboards. I reached the door, about to pull it open.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Alex takes my tackle in stride, he’s a seasoned trooper, he knows his shit, and we begin to mesh together like a well-oiled machine. Alex pushes up off me once we are clear of that heavy shelf, and he fires off a shot at a big, massive bald-headed bastard bulging with muscles wielding an assault rifle. But the bastard is well-trained, and ducks behind the ruins of the couch resting on the bodies of two dead guards. I pull out my own Glock, keeping it trained on the doorway, but no one else comes through immediately. What does come through is a fucking smoke grenade. Instantly the far end of the hall becomes about as visible as the far side of the fucking moon. And what’s worse… no power, no air conditioning, no airflow…. Means that cloud aint’ going anywhere fast. I turn though, looking behind us. As I recalled… there was a conference room right here, and the far door opened up right next to the stairwell. I lean forward into Alex’s ear, “The door behind us, opens onto a conference room, the door at the far end opens onto the stairs.” Then, trusting Alex to know the gist of what I’m getting at, I turn behind me and slide towards the door, just as another savage series of explosions rip through the tower, causing the whole building to shake. FUCK ME… That was from the other side of the office. The MI6 Offices had become a full on fucking war zone. What a shitstorm. But those bastards had another thing coming if they thought they were gonna waltz in here like they owned the place. Problem was… we don’t keep heavy weapons here in the offices… FUCK ME. Well, my best weapon was my goddamn mind and my body, and I’ll put it up against these Syndicate fuck wads any day of the week. I grab the handle of the door, and swing it open, Glock held up professional and ready, as I exchanged a look with Alex.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: Sam gives me a glance as the door goes open and there’s that big bastard again, standing just inside. Instincts kick in and I dive into the room, rolling just past the big man and under the table. The smoke isn’t too dense in here yet because the doors were closed when the smoke grenade went off, so I can see the men starting to file in after this big bastard. I aim the Glock and start taking out the kneecaps of the bastards coming into the room. You might be wondering why I don’t take out the kneecaps of the big fucker - that’s cause he’s likely the leader, and they’ll swarm us if he goes down. But if the betas go down, they’ll likely pull back the wounded and give us a chance to take down the alpha. Let’s see how it plays out, though. With any luck, the big man will be distracted wondering where I went and will give Sam an opening. Fuck knows I didn’t just dive into the frey for shits and giggles, but we have to take it to these fuckers hard and fast - we won’t stand up long against their arsenal if we don’t.

10:25 Quinton_Marshall: Fuck, this was a goddamn thrill ride. I mean, using heavy weapons inside an office tower??? Shit man!!! I surge out of the stairwell, leading the other five. Usov gestures sharply, and I nod following him along with Masters and Wilson. I’m still carrying the heavy RPG launcher on my shoulder, meaning to switch it out for my Glock as soon as I get into cover in this conference room. As soon as we step inside, and begin to disperse for the cover along the side of the conference room, the door bursts open, and some bearded bastard dives in, rolling under the table. He’s fucking FAST. He fires his weapon, and suddenly Masters and Wilson SCREAMMMMMM bloody murder. On pure instinct, I toss aside my RPG launcher, it clatters to the floor, as I leap up with a grunt and surge of muscle, realizing instinctively that he’s going for the kneecaps, but his next shot might be their heads. No time to draw my Glock, no time to dally. My friend’s lives are at stake.

10:25 Quinton_Marshall: I’ve seen my share of combat action, and I’d like to think I’m a brave bastard. Usov treats us right, and I do my best to give him my best, every mission. Masters and Wilson are screaming as I bound across the top of the heavy conference table, leap off, twist and dive underneath, looking to land my heavy 240 pounds of solid mercenary muscle right on top of that fucking bearded badass who thinks he can shoot my mates, my hand making a fist as I fling myself, looking to fucking clock this bearded bastard in the side of his jaw as he’s laid out as I land on top.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Alex bursts into the room, and I feel a surge of admiration, what a brave, ballsy mother fucker. I fling myself around the corner, Glock ready, and right in front of me is a huge, bald bastard with more muscles than an olympic weightlifter. FUCK ME. I don’t hesitate, bring the barrel of my gun towards his head at near point blank range, and fire.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, the door explodes open as I’m reaching for the handle, and in a blur some bearded fucker flings himself into the room, under the table. I hear screams and gunshots, but I have no time. I have other troubles. I catch the glint of steel flashing around the corner, and I fling my AK-74 up like a club with precise battle-trained reflexes, smashing aside the barrel of that weapon just as it discharges, the bullet slamming right next to my head. I surge forward, spinning around the corner, driving my knee up on instinct, looking to spear my mystery attacker in his torso with my heavy knee.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: Two of the infiltrators go down screaming and then there’s a thud on top of the table and I know I’m about to have company. There isn’t time till he lands beside me on the floor to my left. Then, a ground fight kicks off fast and hard. He throws in a hard punch and I get my head out of the way just in time. He’s fast at least; let’s go, motherfucker. I throw in my left elbow at his head, but he blocks. I come in with a blow from the butt of my gun, but it, too, gets blocked. Yeah, this fucker has good reflexes. I throw up a knee to his balls, but even if it doesn’t land, it will give me a way to control the distance between us. I do feel it land on him, but no way to know how hard it hits. That’s when my head turns in quick from the side, giving him a solid CRACK to his nose. Your move, brah.

10:25 Quinton_Marshall: The bearded fucker is fast, I’ll give him that, dodging my opening salvo. He attacks like a wild animal, but I block his blows with my own battle-trained reflexes. He drives in with a knee, but it smashes into my thigh, creating space between us. FUCK. Space is what I don’t want in this kind of fight. Sure enough, as I fight to bring my guard up, his bearded face smashes forward, and his forehead drives into my nose. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel relieved as I catch sight of the other two men left to guard the stairwell darting in to drag my screaming mates to safety. Fighting through the pain, I refocus, and heave my leg up and over this bearded bastard’s body, pushing off with my arm to get on top of him in the closed space under the table, my other hand going for his face, instinctively seeking out his eyes to try and fucking blind this hairy bastard.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: FUCK!!! This bald, over-muscled gorilla bats aside my gun barrel with lightning fast reflexes, and launches a knee right into my core. I have just enough time to back off, letting the knee whistle up towards my core, scooping it with my left hand, and throwing myself backwards, using my grip on his knee to send him hurtling across the shattered hall, his assault rifle flung from his grip. I don’t care how big this fucker is compared to me. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Smoothly, I shoulder roll, backwards, springing back up to my feet, turning to get a bead on this brute with my Glock.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My eyes widen in shock as this blond-haired little shit catches my knee, and before I know it, I’m tumbling across the floor. FUCK… My assault rifle is ripped from my grip. I smash into the wall,dazed. But I have no time to be dazed. I force myself up to my feet, plant my boots against the wall and drive forward in a leaping spear, smashing, driving my shoulder directly toward that blond shit’s core like a wrecking ball even as he’s trying to get a bead on me.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: I feel this bastard push up over me, straddling me as one of our arms struggle while he breaks off with one going for my face. I’ve been in so many blindfights that losing my sight for a moment in this ground fight isn’t anything bad, but I know not to expect this fucker not to try to blind me - it’s what I would do. But him going for my face frees up my left hand, which immediately goes for his belt and finds just what I was hoping for. My fingers wrap around the hilt of a knife and pull it out. I go for the holes in the armor right off the bat, ramming that knife deep at the bend of his leg at his groin. In the same heartbeat, I bring that fist clenched tight around the knife up towards his throat, trying to get a throat punch in to disorient this fucker so I can end him as quickly as possible. Hopefully Sam is holding up against that big bastard.

10:25 Quinton_Marshall: Suddenly, my bearded opponent shifts, reaching towards my waist, SHIT… he grabs my combat knife and the next thing I know, i’m screaming bloody murder, a stabbing, agonizing pain ripping through my upper thigh. The pain is fucking shocking, and blood starts to soak my trousers immediately. He pulls the blade out, driving his fist clenching blade up towards my throat, and his fist bashes my face as I was in the act of trying to pull my head back. My head cracks hard against the table above me, dazing me further. Got to think… got to focus… I reach out with a short, sharp punch, driving my right fist towards the underside of this bearded assailant’s chin to try and stun him. Desperate, bleeding heavily, I reach out with my left to seize his right wrist, digging my fingers deep into the soft underside of his wrist with a twist, trying to make him drop his blade.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: How THE FUCK does that baldy bastard move so goddamn fast? I’ve only just started to turn towards him when he’s smashing across the hall, coming at me in a tackle to make a fucking Rugby star proud. I adjust my foot, start to dart out of the way, but he clips my side instead of hitting me full on. I spin on my foot, a savage pain throbbing and blossoming in the side of my hard-packed, heavy muscled obliques. My arm is smashed into the wall behind me, dropping my Glock to the floor. Gasping, I draw my knife and surge forward, driving my blade towards this overgrown beast’s neck with quick, precise strike, focusing past the pain throbbing in my side.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: He darts to the side with an impressive set of reflexes, and I clip instead of smash his scrawny ass full on like I’d hoped. I put out my hands and slam into the wall, turning fast, to see the glint of steel as a knife homes in on my neck. I toss my head to the side, and the blade slams into my heavy flak vest covering my shoulder. FUCKER. On instinct, I bring my right fist up as I twist, my thick, massive biceps rippling with savage, brutish power, seeking to smash my heavy fist hard in his goddamn ribs. I need some space to draw my blade.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: This bastard won’t go down - a knife to the crotch, a punch on his face, his skull banged on the table above him, and he manages to get a throat punch on me in retaliation. It doesn’t hit with full force, but I’m coughing from the blow and feeling my body get more pissed off as this infiltrator tries to take me out under him. I never get choked up in situations like this - well, emotionally, anyway. This is what I do. So I cough and I focus, keeping my grip on the knife even as this fucker’s grip on my wrist gets me close to dropping it. But then I lower my knee and then bash it hard on his ass, sending his head forward to meet the single table leg that spans almost the width of the conference table. I’m pushing out from under this bastard, still coughing and sputtering some, but I clench the knife and aim to drive the blade down in this bastard’s brain stem right at the base of the skull.

10:25 Quinton_Marshall: I straining, gritting my teeth, the agony in my thigh knifing through me as I bleed out, I’ve got to fucking make him drop his blade. I reach forward to go for his eyes again, to distract him so I can finally get that knife knocked out of his grasp, when suddenly a knee smashes into my ass. I jolt forward, and my head smashes into the central table leg, and suddenly I’m seeing stars, slumping down, the tension in my muscles relaxing, and then suddenly, I feel a sharp agony on the back of my neck… I just have enough time to be thankful that my wounded mates got pulled out of the room before I slump down on top of my bearded assailant, my vision fading to black as my eyes stare sightlessly ahead.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: My blade bounces off his flak vest, FUCK… It’s not right, a man as big as this baldy bastard has no fucking right moving that fast. I catch the twist and flex of his body just in time to anticipate his body blow, pulling my hard-muscled left arm in tight to protect my ribs. But FUCK ME… his fist is like a fucking sledgehammer as it smashes into my arm, with enough force to drive me backwards, nearly knocking me off my balance, and blasting some wind out of my lungs. Gasping, I twist, and sweep out my left boot to smash the side of his knee, while my right knife hand arcs out in a wicked slash for his face.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The blond muscled midget has some serious skills. Must be Royal Marine or maybe SAS. He blocks my heavy fist, but the impact knocks him back, winding him slightly, and gives me just enough time to counter his next strike. I bring my right leg up, to take his kick on my calve rather than my knee. He hits with serious power, but my base is solid. I’ll have a bruise, but that’s better than a blown knee. His knife blade whistles in towards my face, and I lean back like a limbo player, my battle-trained body far more flexible than it looks. My right hand lashes out to catch his wrist with a vise like grip, holding his arm up over head, opening up his right hand ribs, which I then proceed to target with a savage surge of heavy muscle, my thick bicep flexing like cabled steel as I seek to unload a real rib-breaker in his vulnerable right side.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: The adrenaline shot has fully taken its effect and I feel no pain, granted I will feel the hell bend fury of the stab wound in my thigh and the fucking bullet in my ass… that bastard James Mason. I get a good distance away from Mason, out of his sight, and I hunch down to do a quick first aid run on myself. I pull an adhesive black thick bandage that I slide down my pants and administrer it on my ass wound. The bonding agent stops the bleeding instant but burns like all hell. I do the same for the gash in my quad, it also burns like fucking shit as I put the bandage on it. I do smile with great satisfaction while waiting for the bandages to fully adhere, as I think of how I left him in ruins on the floor. I do regret not having more time to work him over. I so wanted to fuck his hard titan muscled body to wall. His lips were fucking amazing… his little boy Kyle Byrne is one lucky bastard. I will meet him soon enough… and see the glorious Mr. Mason again. You see a man like James Mason sees dying in battle as an honor, but instead I left him savagely beaten, watching his comrades die before his eyes, unable to save them, having his loved ones threatened and then to have his life spared as he is the one needing to be rescued… well for a man like Mason that will fucking screw him up for weeks.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I can hear Ivan and the other Synciate troops over on the far side of the 4th floor. From my interpretation Ivan is kicking ass, which is not shocking at all. Though I have never seen him in action before, from his demeanour and physique that I saw in the conference room back at the Syndicate headquarters, Ivan is a perfect ass kicking war machine. I stand up taking in my surroundings… checking my rounds… fuck I am low on ammo on my rifle plus with my targeting drones gone, it is best to stick to my trusty side arm. I do still have several other tricks up my sleeve that I can pull out here as I re-engage with the enemy. My leg is well enough for me to stand on and move decently well. The adrenaline will last another hour or so, then I will hit the fucking wall of pain, so my goal is to get out of here as soon as possible. I move stealthily along through the debris of rumble, destroyed office furniture, and MI6 bodies. I can see Ivan bear hugging his opponent peferectly, that fucking snakes my cock my pants as I watch his elite hardend steel banded arms flex and crush in. I get a closer look at Ivan’s assailant and what a fucking surprise he is battling young Sam Mason in the hallway just across from me… oh yeah he is was also in James Mason’s file I read. This is a double treat of torture indeed. I might be able to work over two of the Mason men today. But then there is a big blond beastly American bloke who just took out one of the Syndicate agents in the conference room under the table. I can see he is fucking hottie… damn I would love to get in his ass, but he is an annoying obstacle that will cause Mr. Usov and myself, some issues with our much needed exit here.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: The big blonde bloke has his impenetrable muscled back to me under the table, this is perfect. I come up on my battle hard muscular legs, which are teeming with the adrenaline rush right now. I come barreling in fast toward the conference towards the back of the hot blonde bloke, just as he pulls his knife from the base of the dead man’s skull. Then with a quick steady aim I fire my military grade taser. The feed nodules make a fast silent perfect contact with his lower strapping muscular back and then with a quick push of the trigger, not allowing him to react, his body is lit up with a deep hard electrical surge that has him convulsing on the floor next to his Syndicate victim. The American’s battle ready flexed muscles twitch and seize with the tasing wave painfully stimulating his body. I pull my side arm pointing it at the electrified American on the floor. I give a quick glance over to Ivan making sure he is still gripping the young Sam Mason. I prepare to pull the trigger.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Again, this bald muscled bastard moves like the fucking wind, blocking my knee strike and leaning back avoiding my blade. Too late I realize what he’s got planned. He seizes my right wrist, opening up my right side, then powers in a heavy fist headed to my ribs. He’s brutal, he’s fast, and he doesn’t telegraph his moves, but I’m no fucking slouch when it comes to hand to hand, and I catch the slight shift of his body through his grip on my wrist, and I’m not stupid. I can guess what he’s gonna try for, I know what I would do. I twist from my hips, angling my iron-hard abs to absorb that blow. I tense my core as hard as I can, but FUCK, how do you flex your abs against a fucking sledgehammer. The brutal blow blasts me backwards, winding me slightly, but I manage to twist my fist and yank my hand free, but I drop my fucking knife in the process. OH GAWD, that hurt. I wanna hurl, that hurt bad. My abs feel dented…. Then, suddenly, I catch sight of a new player. A huge bearded man, decked out in heavy battle gear. Time seems to slow, and my battle training kicks into high gear. I just catch him in the act of firing a military grade taser at Alex’s back, followed quickly by a drawn sidearm. In a split second, my battle senses give me their analysis. I can’t reach that Syndicate bastard before he fires. But, I can throw myself in the line of fire. I surge forward as the big bastard comes at me, but I’m not looking to re-engage with Mr. Bald Muscles, and I leap off to one side, literally coiling my thighs and heaving myself into the line of fire. The sidearm fires, and the bullet that would have ended Alex smashes into the back of my thigh instead. It hurts like a mother fucker, and I crash awkwardly to the floor next to the conference table, trailing blood.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: I feel the infiltrator’s own blade enter his flesh and go between his skull and top vertebrae. It’s done then, and feel the fight in this one leave. And there I am, minding my own business under the table when I feel lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. I’ve been tazed before, and god damn does it fucking suck. I feel myself jerking and spasming even as my muscles feel locked up tighter than Fort Knox and then there’s a fucking gun shot. This is it. This is where I fucking meet my maker. My fucking teeth are gonna crack on themselves with this. And all I can think about are my brothers and my sister as I fucking wait to feel the pain of the bullet hit me. But it doesn’t, at least not that I can tell over the taser. The electric stops and I’m still flopping slightly like a god damn fish out of water, but I’m also clenching the hilt of that blade, ready to drive it into anybody’s face that I see. I’ll fucking take you bastards down with me, just you fucking watch.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: Then….my heart sinks as I think about the kid. I can’t fucking leave him to fight this fight alone. Fuck. God dammit, this is why I always go in alone now. No…. Fuck, NO…. Don’t you bastards fucking TOUCH him…. Fuck, kid, get out of here…. Please, just get the fuck out of here. You’re too young to die here with me.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I pull the trigger on my trusty sidearm and then smile as I prepare to rack up another MI6 kill today. From the corner of my eye I see the young Mason Jr. fly in like some fucking supehero taking the bullet in his thigh for the beard blond tazed hottie. The younger Mason Jr crashes to the floor trailing his heroic blood on the flood. I start walking heavy footed over to the young Sam Mason, as I am familiar with him from all my studies on the recently crushed James Mason. “Well fuck… that was unexpected… but total in fucking charater for a Mason” I say as I stand over the younger Mason. I look over at the bearded blond soldier who is slowly coming off his taze. I do not hesitate now and coldly look at the bearded hottie under the conference table and I fire another taze round hitting him squarely on his thick battle forged quads. His body jolts a second time. “Shocking, I know right you mother fucker,” I say looking right into the raging eyes of the blonde soldier who will easily put me on his hit list now.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I turn my attention to the young Mason Jr. I step forward and place my heavy combat boot right on the bullet wound of his thigh and I press down sending a deep searing pain up his body. I lean down and pull a dagger and then I plunge instantly into his right shoulder… just like his older brother James. I dig the dagger in deep twisting in a deep sadistic fashion. The young Mason Jr. holds his pain well. “Well you certainly don’t scream like you pathetic big brother,” I say as I flex my cannon sized arm and bend the blade of the dagger till it breaks off into Mason Jr.’s shoulder. The pain ripples as he sweats the heat. I grab him by the chin and then lick his face from top to bottom. “Damn you Mason men are hot as all fuck,” I say as I pull back but not before giving him a good hard kick with my steel toed boot into his injured thigh making the bullet quake with pain inside his quad. I continue to back up my sidearm drawn and I look over my shoulder to the gorgeously sweaty Mr. Usov. I blow him a kiss, “I believe it is time for us to make our grand exit my menacing hot fucker,” I call out while still keeping my gun firmly pointed at the two wasted heroes in the conference room.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: This muscled blond bastard eludes me yet again, twisting to take my heavy fist in the pit of his gut. I smashed him hard, but the fucker’s abs were flexed. Damn, but he has a strong core. Still, it rattled him, and now I can finish him off. Suddenly, behind me, bandaged and limping, comes Russell Shade. He looks smug, satisfied with himself. And… the look suits him. His bearded, heavily muscled form, in full battle dress manages to exude an aura of pure sex and manly power. FUCK. I want my hands on that handsome bastard. Without blinking an eye, he unloads a military grade taser on the other one, the bearded bastard taking potshots at my men from under the table. Good, now I can deal with the blond muscle boy. I lunge towards him, but suddenly, he darts off to my side, a shot rings out, and as I turn, I look at him with a surge of respect. He took a bullet for his mate. That was proper. I respected that. And perhaps, so did Russel. I watched as he tased the bearded fighter again, that respect must have kept him from killing them. He walked up to the blond one, and then I looked stunned. That blond tough bastard was Mason’s brother? How did Shade know that? There was clearly more to Mr. Shade then meets the eye. He turns back towards me, blowing me a kiss. I grin, my dick twitching. As he backs up towards me, I nod, it was time to go. I dart back to the stairwell. My other two men are waiting, carrying the two wounded troopers, shot in the knee. As we make our way back down the stairwell, I take a moment to plant a kiss on the bearded cheek of that handsome, bad-ass bastard, Shade, murmuring, “I think we need to get better acquainted, Russel.”

08:22 Alex_Braddock: I feel the taser wearing off enough to where I can move, so I roll over on my side, facing the doors to the conference room but I’m still underneath the table. And then I see this bearded bastard who tased me and he’s also holding the smoking gun that was just fired. But I didn’t take the bullet. Suddenly I see it’s the Corporal who’s taken the bullet. “Corporal!” I manage to grunt out between the aftershocks of the first tase before getting the next one in my quads. Oh holy fuck, I’m gonna kill this bastard. I have to watch him fucking knife the kid and I just keep seeing his life end before my eyes, my fist clenching the bloody knife even harder...but he spares the kid...and me? What the hell? But as they talk about making their “grand exit,” my eyes widen. Surely they wouldn’t blow the entire building? But fine, if they want to leave us here to get crushed in it, fine - I’ll show them that a Braddock never gives up. And the Corporal and I will find a way to survive. We fucking will.

08:22 Alex_Braddock: As they leave, I pull the leads out of my quads and get some coordinated movement back in my body. “Corporal! Corporal, can you move?” I ask as I start fighting to get my spasming legs under me and pull the kid to his feet with me. God dammit, we need to move. I gotta get him out of here. He…. He may have saved my life? I realize then I’ve not given this man enough credit. He’s no kid. And as I pull him up to his feet next to me and drape his arm over my shoulder, I stoop down low enough to accommodate his shorter height as I fight to get my legs strong enough for us both. “Corporal…. Sam…. We gotta get outta here…. They may be about to bring the building down...and you’re not fucking dying on my watch,” I say as I start taking unsteady but determined steps out of the conference room.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I hit my head when I crash landed, but this is no fucking time to lay down on the job. I shake the stars out of my eyes, and promptly ignore that burning pain in my thigh. That steroided bearded bastard isn’t going to exactly wait politely as I get my wits back, not to mention Mr. Baldly Muscles. I start to push up, when suddenly a heavy boot slams down into my thigh, sending a shockwave of agony through the bullet wound. I grit my teeth, fighting to overcome the paralysis, when another pain joins the first, the shitty fuckwad just stabbed me in my right shoulder with a dagger. I shudder, feeling my brain screaming at me. But I grit my teeth harder. I have him pegged right away. He is one of those sickos, twisted in the head, looking to get off on toying with a downed man rather than just fucking killing him. Rage boils in my guts. I won’t play his sick game. Won’t give him the satisfaction. He makes some sick comment, including my brother, which confuses the hell outta me, then backs off with his sidearm pointed right at me, with a parting kick to my bullet wound that makes my fucking head spin. He and that bald bastard make their escape.

05:36 Corporal_Sam_Mason: I’m spitting bullets, I’m so enraged. Good men died today, and it was nothing but a game to that sick fucker. I reach over with my left, grit my teeth, then pull that fucking dagger out of my shoulder. Pain shoots up and down my right arm, and the wound starts bleeding heavy, but I can tell he missed the tendons, thank fuck. Then, I hear Alex calling out, I reply, a bit sheepishly, reaching up with my left hand to grab the edge of the conference table, hauling myself up to my feet, “Yeah, yeah. No big deal.” I try to put some weight on that leg, and nearly see white. But Alex is right there beside me, draping my left arm over his shoulder. I listen to his theory, and my face goes white. “FUCK ME.” I hobble beside him, not protesting as he leads me out. I’m sick with rage and fear, so many people here need help getting out… but I can’t do it. I want to scream with frustration, but grit my teeth, and focus on the pain as Alex leads me out. One thing was for hella sure. Me and that bearded psycho, we weren’t finished. No fucking way in hell were we finished. Then, suddenly, I became powerfully aware of how close Alex was… the scent of his sweat… the feel of his powerful body. I felt weak kneed… and it wasn’t from the bullet wound. Not this time. Why the fuck, Sam, do you gotta go and fall for some straight fucker?

London MI6 Offices, Fourth Floor, Stairwell and Cafeteria, Day 3, Early Evening

10:25 Ben_Travers: I take my men, and burst around the corner, to the left wing of the lobby, and the stairs heading up. There, I see a man who looks like someone in charge, he is directing staff up the stairs, keeping them moving, preventing them from clogging the stairwell, but those stairs are for me and my men. The last members of the staff dart through the door, and I realize whoever that tall, bearded, well-dressed man was, he had a sharp mind and quick reactions. He barely had any time to respond, and yet he’d already managed to evacuate most of the staff. I’m about to give the order to fire, when he darts through the door, and I don’t worry about him anymore, instead, me and my men charge up the stairwell, blasting through the doors, pounding up the stairs. I’m proud of me boys, every single fucking one of them a hard-bodied, tough as nails mother fucker that has my back, and I’ve got theirs.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: They’re coming too fast, too fucking fast. I have women in heels and men in loafer shoes trying to book it up these stairs, and they just aren’t going to make it. Casualties are gonna start piling up. I’m thinking about this all in the instant that I myself am running up the stairs and then I see the water pipes that run up the wall. Then I remember the fire axes that are just inside the doors at each level. So when I get up to the second level, I dart in and break the glass to the fire axe with my elbow. There’s no time to hesitate as I punch my hand into the box and grab the axe, and it’s back out to the stairwell for me. And as I hear them starting to come up the stairs, I haul the axe high overhead and then bring it down as hard as I can on one of the valves for the water main. With any luck, the valve stem will go flying and a stream of water will provide something for the terrorists to fight against. With even more luck, it will be scalding hot water. But I didn't stick around to find out, I just shout up the stairs for everyone to keep moving. Up to the next level to try the same thing again if I can.

10:25 Ben_Travers: Holy SHIT!!! Suddenly, a cascade of fucking… brownish water starts to spray down the stairs. It smells revolting, and I want to fucking gag. What the hell? Then I realize what happened. That mother fucking well-dressed bearded bastard who was organizing the rescue had taken an ax to a pipe to try and slow us down. FUCK ME. I wanted to hurl. I scream at the men to back off. No fucking way was I going to ask my men to wade through a shower of sewage. There was another way… I thought quickly, and grinned. OH FUCK YES.

10:25 Ben_Travers: This would be even better…. I ran back the way I came, back through the lobby with my five man squad, to the elevator bank. I gave out some sharp orders, and suddenly Burt, a big fucker and well-muscled brute from Manchester joined me, and together, with tendons straining and biceps flexing, we ripped those doors open. I ran inside, and with double-time precision, we formed a human ladder, and popped the hatch off the top of the elevator car. Then, I pulled out my grappling hook, shone my light up the shaft, and swung my hook up high overhead, to latch onto a ledge, several floors up. Then, in tandem, the rest of the men came up after me, and all together we swung up our hooks. Like a well-oiled machine, we grunted, and began to rappel up the fucking elevator shaft. This was even better. FUCK YES. We’d come at them from the fucking elevator. They’d never expect that.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I am booking it up the stairs and I make it up to the third floor when I hear some revolted howls. I could smell it, too, and it seems my gambit had paid off...more so than I could have hoped. But as I buried my face in my elbow to escape the smell for a moment, I also stopped and listened. Besides the spewing of sewage water, my panted breathes in my elbow, and the office staff still scrambling up the stairs, I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t hear them. “Fuck….” I went to the center of the stairs and peered over cautiously. They were gone. Fucking gone. I was relieved...and then worried. Where would they go? How would they get up now? The other staircase? Maybe…. I thought about the elevator then…. They could do that, too. There were no other real ways up inside the building. But which would they do, and what could I do against either at this point?

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I darted into the third floor and heard a massive explosion go off just above me. There was debris falling on the hanging ceiling tiles above me, and I knew they were using some high powered weapons to break into the building so quickly and with such devastating power. But I pushed that thought aside and ran to the elevator, panting slightly as I leaned up against the elevator door to listen. Nothing. I moved to the next elevator and listened...and then I heard noises inside the elevator shaft. They were ascending there, at least some of them. More could be going up the stairs in a split force effort. Dammit. Then…. I had an idea and sprinted up to the fourth floor, where I suspected they would come out of the elevator shaft. If I could get to it before they had it pried open - if that was where they were even going - I would bury the axe in the elevator door in a way to hopefully bar them from prying it open. It wasn’t much, but it was the best I had to at least delay some of their forces and buy more time.

10:25 Ben_Travers: I lead my squad up the grappling hooks, but then I heard a noise from up above, a heavy clang near the elevator on the fourth floor. FUCK. Someone guessed we were coming. I think hard. We’d lost the element of surprise. Fine. Keep moving. I reach the fourth floor ledge, and leap up, catching a protruding pipe, smoothly muscling up to the fifth floor lift doors, reaching down to help my men who were carrying the heavy weapons. We’d need them soon. With a big enough gun, you could make your own entrance. Together, me and my mate grabbed the doors to the fifth floor and with a ripple of muscle, parted those doors. We surged out onto the fifth floor, some accountant offices or something. People screamed and ran as we surged through the floor. There at the far end of the hall, close to the outer wall. That would do. I motioned at my squaddie with the RPG launcher. He loaded it, aimed, and fired at the floor about 50 feet down the hall. There was a SAVAGE explosion, and a rending of concrete, and metal, blowing out the windows and the outer wall, and a huge chunk of the floor. We rushed down the hall, and dropped through the hole, firing our assault weapons as we dropped down.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I managed to bury the axe in the door and keep them from coming in this level...but then they kept going up. “Dammit,” I spat. I was blind as they went up to the next level, but it did buy me time to head to one of the weapon caches here on this floor. As I sprinted towards it, I could hear an explosion from down towards the conference room. Then there was another that shook the entire floor not long after. I knew they were coming soon, and I needed this guard at the cache to give me something. I didn’t waste time mincing words with him. “Give me what you got,” I said as I flashed my clearance badge to him. He handed me a single Glock and I looked at him. “You’re shitting me, right?” my eyes wide at his incredulous offering. “You can tell Commander Craig if you like,” I said as I reached in past him and took a knife and another gun, stowing the extra gun in my belt at my back and quickly clipping the knife onto my leather belt. I was not in clothing to fight, but I had to make due. “You need to take cover,” I said as I looked to make sure nobody was coming yet. All that I could see was the dust plume coming at us slowly from the slowly billowing air currents. And with that, I ran down the hall to see where these bastards were coming in from. If they wanted a fight, they would get one….

10:25 Ben_Travers: FUCK. Now we were in business. I gave a quick sequence of hand gestures to my well-trained men, and they fell out. There had been a few suits in the hall when we had made our entrance, but they had been stunned by the explosion, and soon they were dead as doormats. My men spread out, kicking open doors with heavy boots. There was a burst of gunfire, and more screams as we began to carry out our orders. They were simple. Kill as many as we could within the time window we had been assigned, then withdrawal before the authorities could respond. So far so good, then, I discovered the bonanza. A pair of double doors leading into the canteen. I could see groups of men inside, flipping tables up to form a barrier. I could see the glint of weapons in a few hands. So, they weren’t going to be like fish in a barrel. Well. That’s what grenades were for. I gesture at two of my men, leaving the other three to continue their search and kill patterns, I glance inside once more. Oh, they were smart, those bastards. They had made two seperate barricades, on either end of the canteen. They weren’t all conveniently clustered up. That would make this a proper challenge. I liked a challenge. I took a grenade, pulled the pin, and dove in low near the floor, not making myself a target, and shoulder rolling towards one of the buffet tables to take cover, drawing their fire, allowing my mates to slip in behind me, taking cover behind a cashier’s till and the drinks station. I lobbed the grenade towards the group of men on the right, accompanied by the rending explosion of the windows, the table, and very likely, the men. Time for a fight.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I was running towards where the explosion was when I heard a grenade go off at the canteen. My heart was pounding then, knowing there would likely be lots of people there, holed up in defense and these bastards were just killing. They were just killing…. As I peeked around the corner down the slightly angled hallway, I saw there were two men in the hall. I needed to get closer for a solid shot on them, so I waited till they were peeking in on the canteen to dart across the hall and tucked out of line of sight from the angle of the hallway. It was time. Take the shot now, Mark.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I spun quick around the corner, my gun at the ready and I called to the men. As soon as their heads spun, I fired a single bullet to one’s face, seeing him drop back against the wall and start to slide down. I turned to fire on the next one and hit his shoulder, causing him to turn and spit some Russian at me. I lined up my third shot on him and it landed right between the eyes. The fire fight inside the canteen was still going, so I checked to make sure there were no more and charged up to the men I had just downed. I stowed my gun with the other at my back and took two grenades from one of them and then peeked inside the canteen. They were still trying to take out the people inside and hadn’t put together what was going on here, evidently. So I pulled the pin on one of the grenades and chucked it in between the cashier’s till and drink station. I pulled in away from the door and waited for the grenade to go off - office shirts don’t offer any protection from that kind of thing, unfortunately.

10:25 Ben_Travers: So that’s one group of these fucking bastards done for. I hear more gunshots outside, and figure my other two lads are savaging a few more bastards. I pull out my final grenade, getting ready to pull the pin, planning to toss it towards the other group of defenders as they fire their weapons, smashing into the buffet I’m hiding behind. But suddenly there is another explosion, about 15 feet away, near my other two lads who had taken cover behind the till and the drinks machine. The fucking roar is deafening, and as the sound fades, my ears ringing, I turn to look at my two men sprawled out, no longer in the land of the living. The floor is buckled and twisted, partially collapsing down onto the third level, and the drinks machine is spraying soda water from the mangled remains of its side. FUCK. This is no longer a tenable location. No time to grieve for my dead mates. Time to make an escape plan. No time to think, just act. I ran forward, keeping my head low, pulling out my grappling hook. I felt gunfire from the final group of defenders slamming around me, and a bullet smashes into my back, a solid hit, stopped only by my flak vest. It throws me forward as though I’d been kicked by a mule. But, I keep my balance, and leap out the window, hooking my grapple on the shattered, twisted window sill lowering myself down at breakneck speeds. It was nearly time for us to be headed out anyways. I dropped at the end of my line, and ran back towards the van. The cops would be recovering soon from our little treat. FUCK… but the loss of my men hurt. Hurt bad. I give these bastards their dues. They were good. I hope the others I’d split off from made it.

Australian Syndicate Base, Same Time

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My mind just raced through a million places, each one darker than the last.. I sit quivering and crying in the chair.. That was.. Oh, fuck.. I feel like I’ve completely forgotten how to breathe. The pain in my gut is nothing compared to the absolute fear of water violently filling my lungs. Nothing.. Nothing can be worse than that, surely? Please.. Please fucking hell let that be the worst thing that happens to me today.. He goes back to his cards and I’m still coughing up the last traces of water, moaning in pain. Oh fuck.. No, no, no.. give me a rest, please.. But I know what resisting will get me. Just say a number.. The sooner you do, the sooner it will be over. “Y-you sick p-piece of sh-shit..” I shiver, the air licking my wet body makes me feel even colder than being back in my cell. Time is running out, though.. “N-nine..” I shake my head and cry.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I laugh from deep in my gut when he throws his insult at me. I love it when they try and show some spunk right in the middle of their torture. The number is chosen, and I do as he commands. I draw the ninth card and wince, glancing at Jack. I flip the card to him and let him decipher it himself. “What’s it to be?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I pant and squirm, dreading whatever the fuck comes next. Heath doesn’t tell me, and instead shows the card to me. For fuck’s sake, whatever it is just do it.. Just fucking do it. I look at the card and see the image of a kneecap being shattered. I look away immediately.. Fucking hell. I.. I bite my lip and tap my foot in frustration. “FUCK!” I squirm against my cable ties, knowing it’s to no avail. Shattered kneecaps.. Painful as fuck, and will take a while to heal. I won’t walk properly.. But.. better than many of the things I’m sure are in that deck. Oh my fucking god.. I can’t believe I’m about to ask for this to happen. I cry out in anger and nod my head, closing my eyes and bracing myself, breathing through gritted teeth.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Kneecaps it is.. Oh it’s fucking hot. Little Jackal begging for his kneecaps to be absolutely destroyed.. I can’t think of anything better. I reach down and pick up the lead pipe again, soon to be Jack’s best friend. I laugh loudly as he squirms and closes his sweet little eyes, bringing the pipe above my head like a golf club going for a hole-in-one. “Goodbye knees!” I bring it down with brutal force and smash it over Jack’s left knee, the ping it makes echoes across the room. I pull a face and almost react to the pain myself. His scream fills the room. “Breathe, Jackal.. Breathe.. You’ve still got another one to get through!” I lift the pipe up again and in the same fashion, bring it down even harder to his right knee, then drop the pipe to the floor again and smile, watching the show.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m not looking, I’m not looking.. Fuck, fuck.. I feel the metal pipe scrape against the floor as he picks it up. Oh fuck! I can’t even imagine how much this is going to hurt.. “MMMHHHMM..” I moan through my lips in anticipation, my entire body tensing up. Here it comes, here it co-- “AARRRGGGHHHHH!” I scream so fucking loud that it hurts my throat, the pain is fucking off the charts. My left kneecap feels like it smashes into a million pieces. Oh fuck, oh fuck! I can’t stop screaming.. I can’t even hear what the fuck Heath is saying over the sheer volume of my voice.. “FUUUUCK NO, FUUCKK!” I pull and pull on my restraints as I react to the pain, and then the second swing of the pipe lands and suddenly the pain is doubled. It’s absolute fucking agony, and my throat closes halfway through the scream. My voice catches in my throat and I just start spluttering and groaning, tears streaming from my eyes. A few moments pass as my body adjusts to the trauma.. It’s too much, it’s too fucking much.. Oh jesus fuck.. “N-no.. no, no.. please.. FUCK!” I don’t want to beg but he’s reduced me to a begging little bitch. I can’t do anymore, waterboarded and shattered knees.. That’s enough, please god let that be enough..

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I wince as I feel his pain in my own knees.. That was particularly brutal. Jack himself hasn’t even done anything to deserve this.. But that just makes it hotter. Sure, he had a hand in blowing up the Des Moines base, but I don’t give a shit about that. This is all just sadisitc, erotic pleasure for me.. With the benefit of hurting Jeff at the same time. I don’t want to give Jack too long to recover. A couple more rounds and then maybe a rest.. I can’t wait to see what I’ll be doing to him next. I shuffle the cards and keep my eyes locked with Jack’s. “What’s it to be?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I can’t.. I can’t do any more.. But Heath isshuffling those fucking cards. I’m terrified for waterboarding to come back out, but I also can’t take any more bone-smashing.. He said there was some mild stuff in there, where the fuck are all those cards? “Euuurgghh..” I moan, all I can think about is this fucking agony in my knees. Maybe I do actually need pain somewhere else to distract from it a bit.. What a stupid fucking thought. No.. I can’t take any more. “Pl-please.. Heath.. Please don’t do this, I’ll literally do anything.. Just.. please..” I need him to feel empathy now. I need him to show some semblance of humanity and spare me any more pain.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I wait for a number, but it never arrives. I’m an impatient man, and I will not stand for this begging and stalling. It’s happening, Jack.. whether you like it or not. I pick the hose up again and shove it into his mouth without warning, with the speed of a snake striking at it’s prey. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE START BREAKING RULES JACK!” I yell, switching on the water again. This is the last time he will disobey me, he knows the rules. He picks a number, and we play the game. He had no other instruction, just play the fucking game. I remove the hose and punch him hard in the gut, repeating the process from earlier. “You play the game, Jack.. that’s all there is to it. Until I fucking say otherwise, you play the game. You ever disobey me again, I will introduce you to nightmares you couldn’t even imagine in your sleep.. Now, pick a fucking number or I start pulling teeth..” I start laughing then. “Unless, of course.. That’s the card that comes up!”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: It was foolish to think he might show me some humanity. My pain and fear is fuel for his fire, and I can see in his face that he’s not happy I even tried to get out of playing the game. Oh god, he’s going to beat me.. He’s going to do somet-- “NOOO---!!” I realise too late that the hose is going back into my mouth. “MMMHHHMMM!” I scream in panic, not this again! Fuck, not this again, I’m sorry, Heath! Please don’t, please don’t! The water gushes on again and I’m taken back to my worst fucking nightmare, gagging and squirming for what feels like hour, then a harsh blow to the gut to bring it all back up. I splutter and cry again, my eyes stinging from the tears. I hate this so fucking much, and I fucking hate him. I want Derek back.. I just fucking want Derek back. “ARRRGGGHH FUUUCKK!” I scream in anger. “JUST GIVE ME THE FIRST FUCKING CARD!”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: “Whoaaaaa, Jackie boy!” I scream back at him, absolutely living for his anger. “You want the first card, huh?” I slap him across the face. “The first card, yeah?” I slap him again and laugh. Yes, my little Jackal.. I love this side of you. I swiftly turn over the top card and my little face lights up. It’s a kiss. A sweet little kiss. I turn it to Jack, revealing the simple image of some lips. “A kiss for my boy!” I kneel down in front of him and pucker my lips, knowing he’ll obviously choose this over the alternative. “Come here, my gorgeous little turd..”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The slaps bring me back to being somewhat level headed, jolting me out of my frantic rage. I still fucking hate this guy, and this pain is turning me into an angry monster. Then he reveals the card and it’s.. A kiss? A fucking kiss with this monster? I’ve shared gum with him that was bad enough. He leans in for the kiss and I have no fucking idea what has come over me.. But.. I spit in his face and mutter “the other one!” my heart fucking explodes inside my body.. What.. what the fuck did I just do? My breathing picks up again, fear stabbing me in the gut. Why the fuck did I say that? I may have just traded a kiss for a fucking eyeball removal WHAT THE FUCK! I grunt as I try and breathe through the fear, desperate not to show it after my brief display of spunk.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I just about reach his lips when I am instead sprayed with his spit. I.. I’m in fucking shock. And then he demands the other card.. I.. he makes such a desperate attempt to show his hatred for me. Like my kiss is worse than him being fucking scalped, which is in this deck of cards!? It.. it infuriates me.. First, I build up the biggest glob of spit I possibly can and spray it across his face. “You fucking little shit!” I punch him hard across the jaw, quickly grabbing onto the chair as it starts to topple from my blow. I went too hard, and when I go too hard I fucking kill people. I.. I need to breathe, but holy fuck I want to kill this little brat. “I’LL FUCKING GUT YOU LIKE DEREK DID YOUR PIG FATHER, JACK!” No, Heath.. HEATH.. Breathe. Just hurt him, keep him alive. The longer he is alive, the longer he will suffer.. Slow down, calm down. I place both my hands on his knees and push down on them. His screams will be the symphony I need to calm me down. That is the last time Jack will ever, ever defy me.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Oh fuck.. Oh FUCK that was a mistake, why.. WHY Jack!? Suddenly my entire face is splattered with his spit, then the hardest fucking fist smashes into my jaw. I feel sick suddenly as my chair tilts away from the floor but he catches it. Oh FUCK I’m seeing stars, I.. don’t even think my jaw is still intact.. Surely it’s hanging loosely from skull because fuck! I moan in pain and then he starts screaming at me. Derek gutted my dad.. Don’t listen to him. Don’t fucking listen, just-- “FFFUUUUCCCKKK OHHHH FUCK NO!! AAARRRGGGHHH!” his hands push into my shattered knees and the fucking sheer agony makes me feel sick. Oh my fucking god it’s the worst. “NOOOOO PLEASE! I’M SO-- I’M SORRY!” I have to beg, I can’t take it for another second. That’s it, that’s my fight gone. I won’t do it again, I was stupid for doing it.. I will never, ever do it again. I had to learn the hard way.. Tears flood my face as I scream through the pain.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I release my hold and grit my teeth. He’s calmed me down slightly, but I’m still fucking angry and disappointed in him. It simply won’t do, this spunk that has come out of nowhere. I turn my attention back to the cards. Please let this be something gruesome.. Something awful.. Something that will scar and terrify him for the rest of his short, pathetic life. I draw a random card. 10 punches to the gut. I show it to him, and throw it away. Not bad enough. I choose another card, breaking all the rules now. Hammering a nail into his thigh.. Tempting.. Think of how he’ll scream.. No. I decide to draw one more card, and thank God I did. One of my favourites. The image shows a simple lightning bolt.. I turn it to Jack but he’s not even looking anymore. I walk over to a bucket of water and slide it over to Jack with my foot. Inside is a sort of feather-duster looking thing plunged into the water, and it is plugged into a power outlet. I lift it out of the water and admire this particularly cruel instrument. “Now, Jack.. this.. This is an electrified floofdoodler. I have no idea what it’s actually called, but the scientist in me wants to tell you that water makes electricity hurt more.. And if I press this cloth to your skin, I think it hurts like a bitch. Let’s find out..” I press the clothed stick to his vulnerable stomach and laugh as he screams and thrashes. I don’t hold it long enough to scar his beautiful body, but just enough for it to leave a red mark and an emotional scar of terror. “You really pissed me off, Jack.. and we’re still only getting started!” I press it to his body again.

Published: 2021-05-19, viewed 35 times.