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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
AGAINST THE ODDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 7

Toronto, Day 3, Late Afternoon, CSIS Headquarters

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: Holy shit, that was.. Fucking intense. I power through the corridors. It all seems quieter now.. A little too quiet. I stand outside the saferoom mom should be hiding in. I need to make sure the area is secure before I ask her to come out. I keep the kid’s knife held close to my chest, ready to strike at whoever I come across. I slowly stalk through the corridors of the second floor, the place is an absolute state. There’s blood and broken furniture everywhere, bodies here and there. I check every body I find, not one of them alive. This is the biggest fucking attack the CSIS has ever seen. I turn down a corridor and see water flooding out from the restroom. Fucking gross.. I take cover by the door and peek my head in.. the only sound is that of running water. All the cubicles have been shattered into thousands of pieces, like a fucking bull charged through them all. What the hell? And amongst all the debris is another body. I need to check it, I can’t just move on.. I check for a pulse and I find one, this guy is still alive. I study his face and realise it’s none other than Investigator Byrne, that really annoying kid that tried to lecture my mom. I could take him out right here. He’s so hellbent on getting Jack back, maybe I could just take him out of the game. I take the knife and hold it against his throat, I could just slash it right here.. He’s out cold, it would end as quickly as it starts. No.. best not. I resheathe the knife and place my hand on his chest, shaking him gently. “Kyle.. kyle?”

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I open my eyes slowly as someone shakes me. What the fuck… My head is pounding, and I force myself to look at the person who is trying to wake me up. It’s… It’s Michael… Michael Young. I hold his shoulder to raise on my butt, and look around myself as my vision clears. My hair and my clothes are wet, and everything is a mess. I grunt, and shake my head to come to my senses fully “Where.. Where is Jeff?” I remember… Derek… He… I am not dead… I AM NOT FUCKING DEAD… He didn’t kill me. Why? WHY? He got me… He should have killed me. I… I don’t want to think about it. I need to find Jeff. Without waiting for Michael’s help, I raise on my feet quickly and lock my gaze on him “Where is Shona, Marc? Are they safe?” God… I don’t want to be here. Why do I have to experience this over and over again? Then my eyes went down to Michael’s leg, seeing two big wounds on his calf. “You are wounded? Who did this?” God so many questions… And I am not asking the most confusing one as well… The Syndicate attacked… Why? Please god, let everyone be alright. I just got fucking knocked out by Derek Steel, and if something happened to Jeff because of it, I will never forgive myself...

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: The kid is tough, I’m almost impressed as he heaves himself to his feet with no assistance. He’s asking a lot of fucking questions though and his little voice his starting to piss me off. “Kyle, just.. Shut up! You’re the first one I’ve found, mom is safe.. No idea about the others..” I look down at my leg. “I don’t know but he’s dead now.. I don’t know what the fuck happened here, but we need to figure it out. Where was Jeff before the attack?” I head out of the restroom cautiously with Kyle in tow. We head back towards the main landing of the second floor, passing mom’s saferoom again. I knock on the door. “Mom! We’re clear for now..”

12:26 Director_Shona_Young: I haven’t been in here long but I hate it. It’s dark and tight, not helped by the fact that I’m still covered in blood. I wait patiently for a signal that it’s okay to leave, I can’t even watch the cameras because of the EMP. After about 30 minutes of hiding in the dark, I hear a knock.. Followed by the muffled voice of my boy. It’s Michael, and he’s alive. I trust him entirely, and open the door. I step out into the corridor and rest my hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Well done, my boy..” then I glance around and see just how fucked up everything is. “Bastards..” I notice Kyle then. “And you look like shit..” I turn from them then and head towards the main lobby of the second floor. “Ok, what do we know? Who did this, who’s dead? Rogers? Côté? Chevalier, anybody?”

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Michael just replies that he only found me. What was this about? What the fuck happened actually? Derek… WHY… Then he asks me where Jeff was, and I just shrug. I don’t know. I only saw him in the meeting, and afterwards, no one… Then we arrived at the saferoom where Shona was hiding I. She seems fine, that’s good. She tells me I look like shit, but I do not care. We have a bigger problem here. I have a bigger problem. “It was the Syndicate… Derek… Derek Steel was here… They are trying to bring CSIS down more…” My mind is about to explode. I should be dead now. Why Derek? Because of Ivan? No… Not in front of Shona and Michael. I turn my gaze to Michael “We need to find Jeff and Marc… I… I will contact MI6 now… I think the local authorities will arrive shortly …” I get out of the room after speaking, then look at Michael once again. “If you need rest, stay here… I will look around…”

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: Kyle starts rambling again and I’m getting pissed of with him, I could tape that fucking mouth shut. “Yes, Kyle, for fuck’s sake! We’ll find Jeff, just..” I’m going to hit him.. I’m going to fucking hit him. No, Mike. Breathe. “Derek Steel, huh? That’s not good..” This was a syndicate attack then. What did they come for? And did they get it? “Ok.. Mom, stay behind us. Still have your gun? Kyle and I will trail ahead and look for anybody that’s still alive..” I gesture at Kyle to walk with me. “You got a weapon?” I ask him as I limp forward, clutching my knife.. I won’t be good in a gunfight.

12:26 Director_Shona_Young: For God’s sake, this boy only cares about finding people and saving people and all that action movie bullshit. Let’s just see where we’re at, see who is alive and who isn’t and figure out what the hell is left of the CSIS. Derek Steel.. He killed Trent. I crick my neck to the side as I think about it. It would be nice to bump into him down a corridor.. I’d scratch his fucking eyes out. Michael leads the situation, thank God because this Kyle-child is being of no help at all. There were a few pistols in the saferoom for situations like this, I took two as I waited in silence so that I’m well-equipped again. “I have a spare, one of you take it” I hold it forward for whoever, holding one back for myself. I’m a bad aim but I need at least something to help defend myself. I follow after them, my stilettos echoing around the corridors.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I can tell both of them are getting angrier when I talk, but I don’t care… I don’t care about anything at the moment. I… I am… I need to find Jeff. I came to this goddamn cursed place to help him, and if my only reason to come here is thwarted by the Syndicate, then I won’t forgive myself. What was this all about? Why did the Syndicate come here? I don’t know. I wish I knew. Then he asks me if I have my guns, and I show my dual pistols. I took the other one while we were leaving the bathroom. Shona gets a gun for herself as well, and I start walking with Michael to examine the situation. This place is a mess right now. Using the staircases, we go to the first floor once again. God… So many bodies… So many dead… We start looking around to see if someone is alive, or can find something useful.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Then suddenly, I turn my gaze to a wallet in the cafeteria. I slowly reach down for it. Maybe it was one of the Syndicate soldiers, and we may find a clue. But… There is an identity card. Jeff Rogers? A chill runs down my spine, and in panic, I start searching the bodies around to find Jeff. No… No… No… Is he dead? He is not here… HE IS NOT HERE… The Syndicate, Jeff Rogers… They… They kidnapped him? They took him away? NOOOO… My breathing quickens, and the guilt hits me all of a sudden. I should have never left Jeff alone… I came here to help him, and now he’s been taken. I’ve been knocked about by Derek Steel, and I… I should have died… This is too much. How the fuck can I find Jack alone now? Without Jeff, I can’t find him… I suddenly get up. Ignoring Shona and Michael, I get out of the building, and see the police arriving, but I don't care… I can’t fucking achieve one simple thing… JEFF… Suddenly, I scream in agony “AHHHHHHHHH.... JEEEEFFFF…” You left him Kyle. You couldn’t stop Derek, nor could you help Jeff… I should have died there… I should have died… All my thoughts are clashing with each other, and I do not fucking care… Then I start crying. I don’t want anyone to see me like that, so ignoring the police officers' gazes as well, I pass next to them.

12:26: Agent_Michael_Young: I walk into the cafeteria with Kyle and investigate one side of the room as he checks the other. Chaos certainly went down in this room, but who was involved I have no idea. I see Kyle kneel down to investigate something and continue looking on my own side. There’s nothing, just broken glass and blood.. Fuck.. this is bad. I turn again and see Kyle storming out of the room. Seriously? He’s fucking leaving us? “Kyle.. KYLE!” I call after him. Oh fuck off then, I shake my head and go over to whatever he was looking at. A wallet? I open it up.. Jeff. Well, fuck. This isn’t a great sign.. I bite my lip as I think about the seriousness of what has happened. The CSIS is practically nonexistent now, we’ve been fucked and fucked good. I hear the sirens approaching the building and either we’re in for a huge fight between the police and the syndicate, or the syndicate are long gone. There’s no gunfire.. We’re safe. I hand the wallet to mother and frown. “One of our best,” I mutter reluctantly, then glance after Kyle.

12:26 Director_Shona_Young: Oh, shit.. This place is practically upside down. The cafeteria is hardly recognisable.. And, something has clearly happened to upset Kyle. He storms out of the room and Michael yells after him. Now is not the time to be abandoning your comrades, Kyle.. but then Michael’s face drops as he studies the wallet and hands it to me. Jeff’s dead, or at least captured.. I will assume the latter, the Syndicate are known for keeping my men alive. I tilt my head back and moan in frustration. This really isn’t good.. Jeff would have been crucial in rebuilding the CSIS and helping me sort this shit out, but it appears I’m pretty much on my own with Michael now. No. We can’t do this on our own. I have no choice but to.. Do something.. I don’t like doing nothing. Eugh. I follow after Kyle, out through the giant hole where our front door used to be. I walk past the police. “I’ll be with you in a moment, officers” I call to them as I walk past, my mind is on Kyle. I need him back in the fight. It’s easy enough, I just follow the screams. Eventually I find him leaning against the wall and crying. I give him a moment before approaching him, and hand him Jeff’s wallet. He’s not getting a hug, that’s for sure.. But.. eugh. “Jeff is an agent worth saving, Kyle..” Unlike others, I think to myself. But I’m not blind to the fact that Jeff is a fantastic agent. “If.. if you’re going to save Jack, then you need to get Jeff back. So.. just come back when you’re ready and we’ll fight with whatever we have..” I leave him with that, grouping up with the police to aid them.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I finally find a wall, and lean towards it. Why did they didn’t leave me behind in Des Moines? Ivan’s first words he said to me rings in my ears: “You piece of shit. Did you really think that you, a local nobody from some small time police department was actually going to outsmart the Syndicate? You are pathetic. And because of you, we know exactly where “Simon Runner” is. Because of you…” No matter how well I prepare a plan… I am not going to achieve anything… Because he is right. I am out of his league. It doesn’t matter which title I get. I can’t do anything… My own plan doesn’t matter at this point, because it won’t work out … I can’t… I don’t have the proper background. I don’t have enough combat skill, I don’t have enough intelligence… Now both Jack and Jeff, the “proper” agents who saved me, are in the hands of the Syndicate, and I can’t do anything about it. Then suddenly, I realize Shona is here, and she is giving me something… Jeff’s wallet… I look at her face confused, and listen to her words. I… I don’t reply, and she doesn’t wait for me either. I look at Jeff’s photo on his identity card, and gulp. If even someone like Shona will keep fighting, I… I can’t… Give up… I should have died back there… Derek should have killed me... My face hardens, and I slowly approach the police officers again, and touch one of their shoulders. “May I borrow your phone… I need to make a couple of calls?”

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I need to do a thorough investigation of everywhere, something must be here.. Something that we can use to fight back, or.. Fuck it, even find Jack. But then I realise.. I don’t think we have anything or anyone to fight back with. I limp through HQ and search as many rooms as I can, every person I see is dead and nothing has been left behind. It’s just destruction and death.. Fuck. I join back up with mom and the police officers, there’s nothing for us to do now. We have just have to regroup and.. Plan.. something.. We need Jeff back and that’s for certain, but I’m not in any shape yet to stage a rescue mission, especially not against the entire syndicate. Everything feels pretty damn hopeless right now.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: First, I call James, but he doesn’t answer. Then I call Sam, but the result is the same. My eyes narrow as I call the MI6 secretary. No answer… Something is up… Something is up… They are not reachable at the moment. Is this also because of the Syndicate again? I feel sick… Please… I can’t do it anymore… I look at Shona who talks with other officers. I can tell she is also nervous, and craving for some assistance too. I feel so tired… But do not give up now Kyle… Come on… Think… The Syndicate came here with lots of troops. They will need a big transportation vehicle. Think Kyle… What would you do if you were in the Syndicate’s shoes? Think just like a cop… Like you have always been… They can’t leave the city using an airplane since the incident is known to the local authorities. They should try to go somewhere else… They are trying to leave the city, but we can’t let them… YES… We still can stop them. Still hope… Still… I suddenly returned the phone to the officer. “Terrorist Attack… Apply the Terrorism Response Protocol… 30 Patrol… Around Toronto Borders… No one enters the city… No one leaves the city…” My mind is racing like crazy. I should have died… No… No… I look at Jeff’s photo once again… I can do it. I don’t have any choice. I look at the officer again, then eye the others quickly. “We should start now… And you…” I look at the first one again. “You and I are with the first patrol… Come on…”

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I can’t fucking be bothered to deal with this anymore. The building basically doesn’t exist, I have no idea who is even left alive. Thank fuck Philip didn’t come in today, that’s for sure. I walk outside towards all the chaos and see mom returning from somewhere, Kyle is nowhere to be seen. I roll my eyes.. What kind of fucking child storms out at a time like this. Mom makes her way over to a cop and starts going over the details with him. One of them comes over and asks if I’m alright, I just nod and wave him away.. There’s nothing I could say that mom couldn’t. Then, I see Kyle come out from behind a wall and talk to one of the officers before driving off with him. “Guess I’m staying here then..?” Where the fuck is he going? I don’t give a shit, I’ve got more important things to do.. Like sort out this fucking mess. I turn back to the building and my heart catches in my throat.. It’s just a giant hole. There’s glass and rubble everywhere, and the breeze that comes from inside carries death and despair. Absolute fucking shit show.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I limp my way back inside.. I don’t even know if we can use this place as a base of operations anymore, it’s so exposed and vulnerable now. We have skeleton security left, and those who survived are injured.. I can count three agents off the top of my head that definitely weren’t in the building, my brother included.. I have no idea who has died and who hasn’t. I hate to admit it, but if Jeff and Marc are goners then maybe we do need Jack back after all, if not just to make up numbers. We can put him on desk duty for the rest of his life but at least it’s another pair of hands.. Fuck. This is just awful. I limp through the corridors, cupping my hands together. “Can anyone hear me?” I call out.. It’s eerily silent in these halls. I follow the bodies and destruction back to the second floor, aimlessly walking around now. There’s nothing I can do, nothing I can fix.. Before I even know it I’m back at the conference room where that fucking little prick slashed my leg open. His body sits in the chair, somehow managing to stay balanced. “Fucking asshole..” I approach him, punching him hard in the face. No respect for this dead fucker.. Not after what he did. Fuck, he suffered nicely though when he died.. I had complete and utter power over him.. Piece of shit. It felt good, holding the knife and watching the light leave his eyes, real fucking good.. A little too good…

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I tilt my ears to the air and the building is still completely silent, no cops coming through yet.. I’m so fuck hard at the thought of how amazing it was to kill this kid. How fucking good I was.. Real fucking good. Strong, deceitful.. I tricked this little fucker and he fell for it.. Oh, yeah.. I take myself out of my jeans and force myself into his mouth. I’m gonna skull fuck the shit out of this kid. Syndicate piece of shit, fucking little asshole.. Oh FUCK… I thrust into him, reliving his death in my mind. So strong, so fucking brutal.. I was on top of the world, I want to be there again.. Kill this kid a thousand fucking times.. Fuck.. FUCK!! I milk myself inside this dead fucker and it feels amazing.. Oooooh fuck, that was good. I remove myself out and do up my jeans, smashing another fist into his face and spitting on him in disrespect, then shove him out of the chair. His body hits the floor with a thud and I head back outside, glee-ridden.

Toronto, Day 3, Late Afternoon, Syndicate EVAC Truck - 12 Minutes Ago

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I make my way down the hallway, headed towards the stairs, pushing aside the angst and confusion I felt over seeing Kyle Byrne again. Thoughts like that will get a man killed on the battlefield. Quickly, I unstrap my shotgun from my back, and carefully speed towards the stairs. Dead bodies and small fires are scattered about. The boys had fun with their RPGs and grenades. Well, that’s what we brought them for. I surge down the stairwell. At the bottom, I throw myself against the wall as I hear footsteps approaching, I unsling my shotgun, but it’s Nolan Dubois. He looks a bit battered, someone smashed his face pretty hard. And… what the fuck is this? He’s dragging a body behind him? A prisoner? I grin. “Well done boy. Uncle Heath is gonna be right proud of you.” Although, to be fair, I couldn’t actually imagine that psychotic mother fucker getting all warm and fatherly with Nolan. No I couldn’t. “Here, let me. We are in kind of a hurry.” I kneel down and with a grunt of my hard, hairy, mercenary muscle, I start to sling the knocked out handsome fucker over my shoulder. Then, I get a good look at his face. My eyes go wide as saucers. “FUCK ME BOY. You nabbed Marc Chevalier… One of those undercover CSIS agents who’d been cocksucking and bootlicking his ass into the Syndicate’s inner circles before Jacky blew his cover. Oh, them Syndicate boys will pay me a fucking fat paycheck for handing him over to them. I always warned them about this cocksucker. I never trusted him. No I didn’t.” I heave him over my shoulder, and give Nolan a friendly pat on his shoulder. Seems like maybe Heath was good for something after all if he did Nolan this good.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I run out of the lobby, past the piles of dead men. A few of them are ours. I frown, then snap out some quick orders, “Bring those men back! They deserve better than to rot here in this Canadian hellhole. We take care of our own.” The soldiers bent down and picked up the bodies of their fallen comrades, and together we made our way out of the lobby, covered in rubble and dead bodies, with a massive 18 wheeler embedded in the building. Yep. We done good work today. And then, I think of Kyle. I should have killed him, but I couldn’t. You don’t kill a man your brother loves. It’s just not done. No it isn’t. Well, we can track him now, for what it’s worth. Then, with a deep sigh, I toss Marc’s body in the back of the escape truck. In the distance, I hear sirens. We need to move!

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: As I’m dragging the agent through the corridor, biting my lip as I strain my muscles to get this heavy motherfucker to move, I hear a noise behind me. I quickly drop him and turn, ready for another fight.. But it’s Derek Steel. Oh, fuck.. I haven’t had any time alone with, I don’t know what he’ll do.. It’s around this time that Uncle Heath would throw me against the wall and make me believe I could have done better. But instead.. He.. congratulates me? He’s pleased with me? He takes over and picks the agent up as though he weighs nothing.. I hate being so naturally small, I could have lifted him too if I was bigger. Then he practically jumps for joy as he finds out it’s Marc Chevalier.. I know that name.. He was exposed when Derek tortured that CSIS agent. Somehow he got away from the Syndicate before they… we… killed him, so it turns out I caught a pretty big fish. Oh Uncle Heath will be so proud, so fucking proud indeed. Please, Derek.. Tell him of my success when we get back to Australia. I follow him to the truck and climb inside. That’s my job done for the day.. Mission accomplished. I sit and await further orders.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I carry Jeff Rogers' body on my shoulder. He is a bit heavy, but nothing I can’t handle. Now this mission turned out better than I thought. Now… They literally cannot do anything to mess up our new plan: Project Zeus. And it is going to be massive. I hope Ivan and Russel are fucking London up as well. And as I get out of the lobby once again, realizing the other Syndicate troops are returning back, and carrying their wounded friends. Good job boys… Now it’s time to return home. Yeah, this was what the Syndicate needed. Then from far away, next to our truck, I see Derek and Nolan. I grin, and slowly approach them from behind. Letting Jeff’s body fall down on the ground next to me, I wrap my arms around Derek and squeeze him in my hug, and give his cheek a long kiss. OH FUCK THIS GUY… Look what I am doing when we are in the middle of a battle... I whisper into his ear with my cold but seductive voice “I told you to take care of yourself, but you are now my prisoner… What are we going to do about it now, Derek?” But suddenly, I realize his face, and instantly understand something is wrong. “Are you alright Derek?”

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me, and a pair of arms wraps me up and kisses me on my cheek. I grin a bit, and turn to look at Daniel, but I’ve still got that sober look on my face. He asks me what is wrong, and I sigh. “Kyle. Kyle Byrne. I ran into him back there. I … I should have killed him. But I couldn’t. What the FUCK is Kyle doing here in Toronto?” Then, frowning, I look down at the man at your feet. I do a double take. “DANIEL! What the fuck? That’s Jeff Rogers? Shit…. He isn’t dead… Well. Well. Well. And he’s our prisoner…. FUCK ME.” Instantly I began thinking of all the shit he could tell us… He was, after all, the head of the CSIS Anti-Syndicate operations… and now he was our prisoner. “FUCK you Daniel, you are all right, you know that? FUCKING ALL RIGHT.” I pump my fist with triumph, and give Daniel another kiss. “We need to run men, those sirens are getting closer. Get those two in the back, let’s move out!!”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Kyle was here? WHAT THE HELL? Why was he here? We know he started working for MI6, but here in CSIS? I slowly let Derek go, and give him a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. I don’t blame him. He did the right thing, in a way. Kyle’s situation is a bit fucked up, and it hits us all, even me. But then, his eyes turn to Jeff Rogers who lies down on the ground, and I grin again. This is a good distraction for him. He suddenly kisses me back, but I can feel his excitement. I chuckle mischievously, then take Jeff’s unconscious body on my shoulder once again “As you order Mr. Steel… And you know what I say… You are just perfect…” Then I head inside the truck, and cuff Jeff’s hands from behind. Then, I push him inside another cage, like we did to Côté. Derek cuffs Marc and dumps him inside as well, along with Jeff. Hmm… I wonder where Liam is? He is my right hand after all. I hope he is doing alright. After leaving Jeff and Marc in that position, I shout to every other Syndicate trooper “MOVE ALONG BOYS… WE ARE LEAVING HERE… JUST 2 MORE MINUTES…”

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I cuff and dump Marc in the cage alongside Jeff Rogers, then hop in. In short order, the truck is in gear and heading down the road. We have a series of choppers stashed in an abandoned warehouse outside the city to make our escape, and speed is of the essence. I sit on the bench, looking over at Daniel, grinning, elated at our capture of Marc and Jeff and Seb. Seb is still out cold, I can see Frank had some fun with him, but kept him alive. So that’s fine. He’s not even in a cage. He’s just lying on the floor like a side of beef, bleeding everywhere. I give Frank a shout, “Hey, Frank! Bandage that bastard, will you? I don’t want him dying. I have plans for him.”

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: As Frank starts to obey, I notice a cluster of men gathered around the cage, staring at Marc. I grin. They recognize him. Then, one of them speaks up, “Hey, Derek, can we take this one out for some fun? I have a score to settle with that mother fucker. I thought he was my mate… but it turns out he was a snitch.” I nod, “Okay, but don’t kill him. A little roughing up is in order though. You boys did good work.” I turned to Daniel, asking him, “How many did we lose Daniel?”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After I make the call, more troops come around, trying to crowd inside the truck as soon as possible. This mission was better than I thought. We not only captured Jeff Rogers, but Seb and another guy as well. I need to check who though. Realizing no more troops are coming, I grunt, and close the container door. “I… Uh… 5 of us didn’t come back… And… Uh… 3 of the missing are Liam and his two friends…” I was actually sad. Liam was one of my best, and he was a deep follower of mine. I genuinely wanted to wait for him a bit longer, but our time was up, and every single soldier of ours knew the risk, that if they don’t come on time, we are going to leave them behind. I sigh deeply, and sit next to Derek. Maybe he was just distracted, which is something I have never seen when it comes to Liam, but I truly hoped that he had survived.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Suddenly, I wake up, aware of a pounding ache in my nuts and my head, I could taste blood in my mouth. Thankfully, all my combat instincts kicked into full gear, and I gave no indication that I was awake. I began to assess my situation. I was hurt, bruised up and battered, my head was pounding, but nothing was broken. I was still wearing my tattered suit and trousers, and I was cuffed with my hands behind my back. I took inventory, tuning into my senses. A boiling surge of emotions started to rear their head, shame, fear, failure, Daniel owned me brutally… what a fucking beast he was… rage, love… Oh Jack…, but I had no time for any of that. I focused with crystal clear clarity on the now, on the present, on our current predicament. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a steel door creaked open, we must be in some kind of cage. I heard the sound of a body being dragged out, and a limb brushed my leg. Someone else had been captured with me. I waited as they dragged him out, then risked opening my eye a bit to take in my surroundings. I was in a cage, and the man.. That was being dragged away was Marc Chevalier. Fuck. Then, as no one was looking my way, I took in the rest of the interior. I was in a container, likely a semi-truck, and 18 wheeler.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: My heart froze… There… lying in a bloody heap… wasn’t that the JTF-2 commando, Sébastien Côté? Was he even alive? Oh man… he was in bad shape. Covered in blood. Oh FUCK. He was good. One of the best… And there, a sight that made my rage boil like a flame, Daniel Allen and Derek Steel, watching the show as the men gathered around Marc. Well, this was my chance, if ever there was one. I felt cautiously along the floor of the cage. Nothing in this truck was too clean, and the floor was littered with debris. I prayed and hoped, and then with a sense of palpable relief, my questing fingers found what felt like a nail…. FUCK YES. Quietly, my fingers cautiously probing and twisting, I inserted the nail into the lock for the cuffs. I felt around, taking my time, delicately probing , and then was rewarded with a soft CLICK as the cuffs unlocked. I loosened them to the point where I could shake them off at any moment. I would wait for my opportunity. And I would seize it when I had a chance.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: Fuckin’ Dubois, I am gonna kick his ass and then some the next time we cross paths with each other. That’s my exact thought when one of the Syndicate here landed a heavy fist into my gut. I cough out loud, winded, dropping to my ass. My designer shirt is in shreds, so is part of my trousers. Looking like Doc Savage thanks to that programmed assassin kid. He went crazy and knocked me out when I ran into him outside the coffee bar, and now I am surrounded by these lowly Syndicate goons of whom I once fought alongside. I guess if they’re taking this personal, some kind of payback for me being double crossing them or something like that. I was still unconscious just minutes ago, and now they’ve dragged me out and taken turns, trying to see who can land the hardest punch. “Real men you guys are. You feel proud beating on a tied up man?” I say as I get to my feet but someone punches me again, knocking me to the ground as I land chest first in a THUD. I moan in pain, but see that Jeff over there is doing something. That sly bastard is trying to undo his cuff. I just need to keep these guys occupied for now. I pull my knees up and try getting up again. God that hurts. Look up, “that the best you got?”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I hope Liam comes out of nowhere. Of course, if he does, I am going to get really mad at him. But I would secretly be happy. But now, we have a great opportunity to have more fun. I look at our “second” captive, and... HOLY FUCK… Marc Chevalier… GRR… The guy we all trusted, and took into our confidence. Oh god… This is better than I thought. Much better indeed… I grin as some of the guys continue to have fun with that pathetic traitor. “Don’t hurt him too much boys… I have my own special plans for him…” Then I turn my gaze to Derek and Jeff with a grin “And Derek has some plans for Jeff Rogers too… So… Don’t kill them…” then I slowly lean back against the wall to watch the show just for some time. Then slowly go to the other side for a bit to talk with the wounded men, and especially ask them about Liam.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I sit back and watch the show as the boys pound on Marc. They earned this, oh hell yes they did. What a good day. Except… I frown… still troubled about my run in with Kyle. I lose myself in my musings as Daniel circulates around the back of the truck, checking out the wounded. Suddenly, the driver of the truck calls back to me, “Hey Derek!!! We got trouble… the local cops have set up a barricade… You can see it up ahead.” Well fuck. It was to be expected I suppose. I call out to Daniel, “Hey, Daniel. We got trouble. I could use a hand up front.” I pick up two of the RPG’s standing against the side of the truck, and toss one to Daniel as I make my way into the cab.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I hear the voice of the truck driver as he calls Derek, and our eyes meet. FUCK… How did they react so quickly? They can’t set up a barricade unless someone tells them beforehand. Anyways… We can handle that. We dealt with similar things before. And as if Derek already read my mind, he picks up two RPG’s, and I catch one of them in the air as he tosses that to me. Now that will be fun… I give another wink to Derek, and rush to the front side of the truck. Yeah… There is a huge barricade in front of us. But once Derek and I touch the fire to our little babies, they won’t have a chance. Oh these guys are really out of their league… Thinking that a small barricade like this would stop us? Very cute... It may slow us down a little bit, but nothing more… We are going to arrive in Oshawa, then escape this cursed place with our helicopters.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I lay quiet, forced to listen as the men work over Marc. But he doesn’t back down. Good for you, Marc. I begrudgingly begin to admit that Marc can handle the heat. He’s a tough man. I hate having to listen to his beating, helpless. But I can’t make my move until I’m sure. I have to be patient, and wait. Then, I watch as the driver shouts something at Derek Steel. Trouble.. I strain my ears, catching the words… cops… barricade. That was going to be our break. I relaxed, staying calm, my senses tuned in, waiting until the perfect moment. Derek called for Daniel. Even better, those two were trouble with a capital T. I waited until Daniel and Derek were in the front cab. The rest of the men caught the sense of something wrong, they had all overheard the driver. They turned to look towards the cab, leaving Marc alone for a moment. This was my chance. I shrugged off the cuffs, sensing the change in acceleration as the truck slowed down. I had seen those RPG launchers… these murdering scum-sucking bastards were going to use those RPG’s on the squad cars.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Stealthily, I rolled forward, opened the door of the cage, and coiled my thighs, ready to spring. This had to be fast, and it had to be ruthless. I spied the man in front of me. I carefully took note of his sidearm and his blade. I sprang forward, one hand to each side of his tactical belt, deftly lifting his blade in my left and his sidearm in my right. With a savage thrust, I plunged the blade in my left into the unsuspecting neck of the man on my left as I surged up to my feet. With the sidearm, I put a bullet in the head of the man on my right, then I shouted, “MARC!! THE DOOR!!!” I hoped he would get the hint and run at the door behind us. I know he was one smart bastard. I had cleared a break in the rear line of the men that were between Marc and the door. I turned the sidearm against the man in front of me, pointing it at his head. I bellowed, “ONE MOVE! And your mate dies..” They hesitated, in the act of pulling out their weapons.. But they wouldn’t hesitate long. And if Daniel or Derek joined the fray… we were fucked. I just needed a few moments… C’mon Marc… C’mon buddy. Unfortunately, there was no way I could think of to save Seb. Fuck, it tore me up, the thought of having to leave him with these cold-hearted bastards. But I had no choice…

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: You see, these guys wanted to hurt me. They have a grudge against someone like me, and I don’t blame them, But if I were them, I would have paid more attention to the other guys that they’ve taken, instead of focusing on me. But that’s exactly my plan. I continue to lead them on. Taunting them, taunting the very organization they’re working for. Taunting their mothers. Taking the pain like a real man, but also wishing this fucking guy would hurry up and free himself. We ain’t got much time. But things start to work out. There’s something happening ahead of us on the road. Probably police, not that they will be of any good against these guys. But at least they’re helping to slow this truck down. Then Jeff is up. Fucking finally. I thought he’s gonna wait till these guys fracture a few more of my bones before he could get his act together and free himself. That bastard shot one of the guys in the head. “Damn, I didn’t know that you have it in you…” I smile, and the guy who’s trying to beat me up turnsall over to look for a second, and that’s when I headbutt him hard, breaking his nose and knocking him out. I dash through the cleared path of the truck, “let’s get out of here.” I yell back at Jeff, kicking the door open and ready to jump. “We need to go, now!”

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Marc is a smart man, a very smart man, and gets the picture in no time flat. He springs back and kicks the door open. The truck slows down further, no doubt so Derek and Daniel can properly aim there RPG’s. There is an irrigation ditch on the side of the road that should help soften our landing. Without a second’s hesitation, I suddenly shove my temporary hostage forward, slamming him into the nearest mercenary, turn and run, leaping out of the back of the truck, diving into the irrigation ditch, which is just deep enough to keep me from smashing my head. I hear explosions behind me, and more sirens ahead, gasping, I broach the water, to see flames, dead cops and burning cars where the barricade was, the truck already pulling away, frantically, I search for Marc.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: This fucker is always one step slower than the rest. He could have just ditch that guy he is holding hostage and just get the hell out of here, so I have no idea what he’s waiting for. We have seconds, literally seconds to make an escape. Once we get past this mess they’re making outside, it would be too late for us to make the escape. THIS is the perfect opportunity. Oh Jeff, maybe he’s trying to grab that JTF-2 guy. I would have too, if I am sure that he isn't dead. He looks that way since we were both tossed into the trunk. He hasn’t moved at all. Even if he’s alive, it would be hard for us to carry him. “Rogers, NOW!” I yell back again, just as I see him slamming his hostage against the other guy. Fucking finally! I say, watching him rush towards the back where I’m at, and we leap off the truck into the irrigation ditch.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: Fuck, the water is cold. Full of bugs. The feeling of the ice cold water against my bruised up muscles did feel good though. Though I have no time to waste. Climbing out, looking back at the explosions. Fuck, these guys are out of control. Just then I hear some thrashing in the water. And I lean down and give the sucker a hand to help drag him out from the ditch.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: I climb up into the cab, and instantly catch sight of the police barricade blocking the road up ahead. I don’t hesitate, I tell the driver, David, a big, thick muscled tough bastard who keeps his cool no matter what, “Slow down!! We need to aim these monsters.” I reach over, roll the driver’s side window down as David calmly downshifts, beginning to slow the massive truck. I plant myself in his lap, and he doesn’t even blink. I lean out, and take aim as the truck slows further. There is a gunshot from the trailer behind us, but I can’t deal with that now. My focus is on the threat in front of us. Time to deal with whatever the fuck is happening in the trailer later. I take aim as the truck slows, then fire. There is a savage explosion as my RPG smashes into the fuel tank of the police cruiser on my side, exploding with a savage fireball, throwing the uniformed cops outwards like nine pins. They never even got an accurate shot off, since the range of our RPG was further than their handguns. Their bullets pinged off the heavy metal of our cab.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: There really is a police barricade ahead. Alright… We do what we have to do. Before I can say it, Derek orders the driver to slow down while I take my RPG out, and aim for the other side of the barricade. A couple of officers were waiting there as well, but… Oh well… I also hear a gunshot from the backside of the truck, and I grunt. Urgh… I HATE unexpected things. I throw the breech of the RPG aside, and quickly take out my pistol again. “That’s a big fire… Take your time while we are passing through it… I don’t want to lose anybody else, got it?” But I don’t wait for his reaction as well. I just meet with Derek’s gaze, and nod to him. Time to check what is happening at the backside of the truck.

12:26 AgentDerekSteel: The barricade is in flames, and now it is time for the next problem. I nod at Daniel, and draw my sidearm, dropping down off of David’s lap, giving him an absent-minded pat on his shoulder for a job well done. I spring to the back, with Daniel, and survey the situation. Two men, dead. No sign of Jeff or Marc. “Well, Fuck.” The doors were wide open, and the men were stunned. “Shut those doors!” How the fuck did they get free? Those bastards…. Two more of our men dead... When I think of all the money I could have made by delivering those two to the Syndicate.. When I think of my men, two good men, who should be alive right now.. I shake my head, no use crying over spilt milk. I turn to Daniel,fighting hard to control my rage and disappointment. Neither were going to do any good just now. We had to get the fuck out of here, we were nearly to the abandoned warehouse where we’d stashed our choppers. “Let’s get those bodies taken care of. We are nearly to the warehouse, let’s be ready to go when we arrive.”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Holy shit… Two more men? And where the fuck were Jeff and Marc? Grrrr… My face falls, and I sigh deeply. If Liam was here, he wouldn’t have let this happen. Then I look at Derek, and it’s so clear that he is mad and disappointed. Well, that’s to be expected. Catching Jeff Rogers and Marc Chevalier was a true gift. But some things are not meant to happen I guess. I clear my throat, and order the other troops to take care of the bodies. Then I put my hand on Derek’s shoulder, and give him a gentle squeeze. We still got what we wanted, and we had Seb as well, so that was still very good. After this attack, nobody is going to stand in front of our next step. So I was happy. It was just a bit heart wrenching that we encountered Kyle, and lost Liam, but we are going to handle that as well. Like Derek said, it’s time to go home now...

Toronto, Day 3, Late Afternoon, Police Blockade

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I have so many questions in my mind: How is James? How is Sam? What Syndicate is doing in MI6? What are their intentions? Is Jeff alright? Can I reach him? I don’t trust myself anymore. I feel like the effects of the trauma trigger a little bit. I hear Ivan… Ivan’s voice… But not his caring and tender tone… His harsh, degrading, humiliating tone… I close my eyes to escape from this nightmare while the cop drives us to the Ontario 401 Highway. But I can’t escape: “Open your eyes Kyle. I want you to look into my face as you suck me off. I want you to look at Xavier as he watches his partner used as nothing more than a receptacle for my seed. If you disobey me in the slightest way, I will begin shooting unimportant bits of your friend Xavier here.”... No… I will make it… I promised myself. I promised everyone. I don’t trust myself and my plan any longer, but I come so far, and that is the best thing we have got at the moment.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Oshawa… One of the cleverest moves that can be made is to go to Oshawa… And I directly forced the driver to go there… I am so scared that I won’t find Jeff there… I am so scared… He is the only one I have got at the moment as a support. The Syndicate… They really are the best when it comes to destroying people’s lives… And… I have an emotional connection with that organization’s high rankings… How can a person move on with this weight… I shake my head quickly as I hear a big KABOOOM… What the hell? Something has blown up? SYNDICATE… It’s them. It must be them. I gesture to the driver cop to continue down this road, and suddenly, I see them… A big black truck… And fire… At the barricade… OH FUCK… They never stop. They will never stop. Then I see two figures at the end of the truck container, and suddenly, they jump into the ditch… Are they?..

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: There he is, climbing out of the ditch, dripping wet. I grin at him as he reaches out his hand. I grab it, and haul myself up out of the ditch, muddy and wet, but free. The Syndicate have escaped, but they are short two prisoners. I feel a savage stab of pain and regret that we had no choice but to leave Seb behind. I nod at Marc, “Thanks.” Then, I turn to scan the approaching sirens. A squad car is racing down the road, and as it gets closer, my eyes widen in shock, then relief and joy. That’s Kyle!!!! Kyle Byrne!!!! I wave my hands at the speeding patrol vehicle.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: I pull Jeff out of the ditch. “Yeah. Thought you having too much fun with the guys back there that you’d never make the jump…” I smile. Kind of relieved that the escape plan worked. But still, body is aching like hell. It’s gonna take a while to rest up and recover. Then, to my surprise, the MI6 guy is coming for us, Well, I guess they are not that incompetent after all. This attack caught everyone off guard, and I thought this guy would have died in the crossfire, yet he’s coming to our rescue. Well, “rescue.” I look over to Jeff, seeing how beaten up he is, maybe even worse than I am. At least he’s alive. At least I’m alive. Who knows what these sick bastards would do to us if they’ve actually captured us. Actually, I do know, having been inside for many years. Let’s just say I am thankful.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: WOW… These are Marc and Jeff… Jeff waves at me, and I just feel hope for a bit again. The Truck’s container door is shut again, and I can tell the police officer is shocked by what happened. I don’t blame him… Back in Minneapolis… During my first time, I was the same. I put my hand on his shoulder, and tell him to stop the car next to Jeff and Marc. I am still trying to understand if the truck is going to stop or not, but apparently not… And… They destroyed a barricade of cops… I feel deeply sad. But at least Marc and Jeff are here, “somehow”. Never underestimate an agent I guess. They really are badass ones, aren’t they? I get out of the car quickly, and pull Jeff into a hug all of a sudden. He escaped… Marc escaped… They really can take care of themselves. I don’t say anything, I don’t have enough energy. First I look at Jeff, and embrace him tightly, checking if he has any severe wounds. Then I look at Marc as well, and I pull him into another hug. Not as tight as Jeff, but… Both he and I needed a hug apparently. “Come on… Let’s get inside the patrol car…” I mumble quietly, then take the seat in the front again, and request the officer to hand me his phone once more.

12:26 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Kyle gets out, and I hug him tightly. A sudden wave of utter exhaustion washes over me, and all my bruises and injuries from my fight with Daniel take front and center. I just need to go to sleep now. I feel numb inside, unable to fully comprehend the enormity of what has happened. The scope of the destruction and the loss of life, I can’t think about it right now. I slide into the patrol car behind Kyle, and lean back in the seat, staring out at the smoldering fires of the destroyed squad cars. This was …. Not a good day. Oh Jack… hang on… I’m coming for you, boy.

11:55 Marc_Chevalier: The kid from MI6 is all roughed up. But he still managed to drive all the way out here. Good for him, I suppose. The two of them hugged it out. Please don’t give me a hug, please don’t. I think to myself. But I made a mistake of making some eye contact with the kid and he jumped on the opportunity to give me a hug. I have to fight the urge to not shove him away, but at the same time, well, I guess I can give him some comfort nonetheless. He’s probably traumatized. “Alright that’s enough” I say as I break the hug. Getting in the backseat, just trying to get some rest. Fuck, it’s been a long day.

10:16 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I try to call James again, but he doesn’t respond. Neither does Sam or Mark. Something is so wrong. I am so tired. But I can’t let go now. I need to learn if something happened in London too. I looked at the London news, and my eyes widened in amazement. Another attack? IN MI6? No no no… Is James alright? My heart suddenly aches, and once again, Ivan’s voice in my ears: “I’m sorry Kyle, I can’t bring back the dead. You can’t see Mason, never again. I’m so sorry …” I gulp, then turn around to see Jeff and Marc. They are trying to rest, but I can’t… Not now… I can’t sleep. I make one last call, but as expected, this one opens up. “One ticket to London…” I will leave a note for Jeff before I go, and will inform him later about the “changed” plan. I am so tired… I feel so hopeless… But not now… Not now Kyle...

London MI6 Offices, Fourth Floor, near Maintenance Stairwell, Day 3, Late Evening

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: The sun’s starting to set and the sirens are still blaring down on the street. But we’re not done here. I’m not done. I find another few survivors and check them out for injuries. After I think they’re good to go make it out safely without injuring themselves, they hold onto each other and take trembling steps to the exit. I’m definitely going to have a full calendar of appointments with MI6 after this. Assuming there’s enough of them left alive. This attack…. This was the most brazen and most bloody attack I’ve ever seen first hand from the Syndicate. I used to fight these bastards on the front lines. It’s been so long since I’ve seen action like this, death like this…. But all of that gets pushed aside as I see a friend’s face in the carnage. “James….”

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I see him leaning up against a wall staring blankly, his left shoulder mangled, his shirt covered in blood, blood running out of his mouth, dejected at the body of the Commander, who was clearly expired for a while now. Fuck. Oh fuck. I put myself between James and the Commander and put my hands on James’ face, getting him to look at me. “James? James, can you hear me?” I say as I look into his eyes, checking his body temperature and eyes for responsiveness. Fuck, James, you’ve been through so much….

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I lose track of how long I’ve been sitting there, leaning against the wall, trying not to move. Every single breath hurts, as even the simple inhale and exhale of my lungs disturbs my broken ribs. The bleeding from my shoulder eventually slowed, thankfully Craig’s murderer missed a major artery when he stuck his blade into my shoulder. I felt more and more sick though, from the internal bleeding. I should… try to shout…. Try to call for help… but I felt so numb inside. I felt … violated. This must be how a rape victim feels. I.. was nothing more than an annoyance against that Syndicate mercenary… nothing more than a toy for his sick and twisted games. I’ve never failed so badly when it mattered so much… Craig… he was dead. And it was my fault. I lay there, staring at his body, swallowed deeper and deeper by the enormity of my failure, my shame, everything starting to get more and more numb… The pain had became an old friend, a constant… But, for some reason, I had to stay awake… Now… why was that… Oh yes, Kyle. Kyle wanted me to stay awake. Well that was it then.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, suddenly, Mark was there, calling my name, bending over me, I looked at him blankly. Not comprehending, unable to think straight through the funk of my physical and emotional pain. Oh… this was Mark… right… Mark…. I bet he needs my help. He needs me to get up. Suddenly, I shift, and start to stand.. Only to fall back with an earth shattering scream of agony as my broken ribs jab at my internals, the result of my foolish attempt to rise. Blood sprays out of my mouth, and I spasm suddenly, then finally, overwhelmed by the pain, I go limp, falling unconscious.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: I see James’ eyes turn to me, but they’re barely reflecting any consciousness. Then he tries to stand...and it all goes to hell even more from there. There’s a spray of blood out his mouth and I know he has suffered greatly in the battle. The spasm tells me that shock is setting in as I watch my friend fall back down against the wall. “No…. No, I’m not losing you, god dammit,” I say as I dive in the zone to save James. I look over and see the body of the commander. I have to carefully weigh the ethics of what I’m considering. James was my friend, and there were so many lives to be saved today - so many that were already saved, but more that needed help. And here before me was my friend, who was dying. I started to think of Kyle and how this would impact him if James died here and now…. No…. No, stop it, Mark. The day is wearing on me but your friend is dying…. Think, Mark. And then I got up and walked away at first, then breaking into a sprint, going back to one of the triage teams that was working on identifying the most injured people. I had been directing people to them over the last few hours as I found them in the rubble of what had been the MI6 offices, but now...now they’d come to me. They had to.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: As I ran up to them, I was panting, but I already had the attention of the triage team leader. She had thanked me for staying calm and helping so far, so she probably suspected something was up when I came sprinting in. I stood tall and panted, the fatigue setting in on my body, but I stood taller, more resolute. I looked them over quickly and saw they were hard at work with others, but still…. I needed them. “Ma’am,” I panted to the triage team leader. “I need you to send a team over. I’ve found the Commander.” Her eyes turned back to me a bit wider and more focused on me. “There’s an agent with him, too.” Immediately, she was on her radio asking for an airlift...for the Commander. I didn’t stop her, I didn’t correct her assumption. Instead, in the ensuing chaos that I delivered, I turned and started sprinting back where James and the expired Commander were. I hoped it would draw her out with me, but we’d see.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: As I got back, I saw James was still breathing, but it looked so shallow. Over my panting, I heard the pounding footsteps of someone coming up behind me. It was the triage team leader, and she made a line to the Commander. I didn’t know what to tell her for what she was about to find out. Would she call off the airlift? Would she divert the aid that James desperately needed? There was a silence behind me and then a shuffling. Then, she was beside me looking at James. I started to say something, to apologize for the deception, but then she broke the silence. “Was he like this when you found him?”

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: It wasn’t the question I expected. But I answered it. I told her what had happened when I arrived, sticking to the facts and events that occurred, still blocking my emotions about it all. And she just worked on James while I stayed on my knees looking at him. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to thank her, to say something, but again she broke the silence. Her eyes were compassionate yet solid. “I have the commander. You should go.” I looked at her unknowing what she was saying. Why should I go? And the commander? She doesn’t…. And then my eyes softened, closing slightly as I felt the tears trying to come, but I pushed them down again. I nodded. I couldn’t muster words.

02:31 Dr_Marcus_Vanderbilt: And so I pushed myself up off my knees and walked away, looking back over my shoulder as I walked away. I don’t know why she had chosen to do what she did, but I was grateful. It was a reminder of the great compassion we humans are capable of; how we’re willing to endure so much for the sake of others, for strangers. And as I entrusted James to this woman who had not only seen through my ploy, but she was going along with it. A moment of fear panged in my heart as I considered the thought that she would somehow wisk James away to some Syndicate base to torture him again, but I calmed my nerves as these rampant thoughts fired chaotically in my head. I would make myself scarce on this floor and give the triage leader the space she needed to do her work...but I wasn’t done. And so I pushed on, looking for others to save and help on the lower floors. I wasn’t done.

Australian Syndicate Base, Same Time

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I return to my living quarters in an absolute sweaty mess. Oh.. oh fuck that was incredible. I had so much fun with my Jackal today. We did all sorts of things together.. Waterboarding, knee-smashing and electrocuting.. Then we had fun with a titanium baseball bat to his gut for 15-minutes straight, extreme nipple clamping, brass-knuckled heart punches and he even agreed to kiss me a few times, and many, many more. I am so honoured to be responsible for causing Jack the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life.. A title previously held by Princess Derek. The best thing about it is that I caught it all on camera.. A nice long video that I can revisit for years to come. I don’t know if I will have him tomorrow for another round of ‘Would You Rather?’ So I have to get cracking on my secret project tonight. I sit down at my computer to bring it all together.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I spend hours editing copies of the videos down to little clips, one from each activity we did. Just enough to show how much little Jackal is suffering. I’ve been cooking this up ever since I found out I might be getting some alone time with him. You see, as Derek tortured Jack into breaking and handing over his credentials, we got a ton of CSIS information. Included in that were the internal email addresses of all of their agents. Now since my pleasure in torturing Jack has partially come from how much it would, in turn, hurt Jeff Rogers.. this is an opportunity I absolutely cannot pass up. There are enough IP address rerouters and firewalls on our systems to make sure he could never trace the email back to me. In fact, I could even disguise it as coming from another agent within the CSIS. Maybe an email from Jack himself would get his attention. I start to compose the email, and I only wish I could see his face as he reads it. “Hello, me old cobber..” Oh that will get his attention. Typical Australian slang, maybe just enough to stab some fear into his heart. “It’s been a while, you haven’t reached out for 12 years so I thought I would do the honours..” And there we have it, the moment Jeff Rogers will realise that I’m alive and well, and that I have my sadistic claws around Jack’s heart.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Jeff knows me very well, and he knows I’m one of.. No.. THE most fearful prick on this side of the war. I am the one you do NOT want your loved ones falling into the hands of. My methods of torture have been well-feared for quite some time now, and I wish I was there to see him fucking squirm. “It appears our Jack has gotten himself into a rather sticky situation doesn’t it? But don’t worry, I’m here to guide him through. I’ve attached a few videos for you to see how he’s doing. Make sure you play them with sound, mind! He makes some lovely noises. I’ve even told him that everything I do to him is because of you! Because of how you fucked me in the ass all those years ago. All that anger, all those years plotting my revenge on you.. Well.. he’s taking the brunt of your mistakes.. And it’s a deliciously painful brunt at that. You’ll be pleased to know that he thinks you’re dead, and oh how he cries about that. We’ve broken him physically, emotionally and spiritually, Jeff..” I bluff a little bit there. There’s still potential for him to spit at me again. “See for yourself. And do pop by if you get the chance, we have a lot to catch up on you and I! Don’t be a stranger. Come find us if you can! -H xx P.s. He might start losing some body parts soon, and the last time I had an agent in my grasp he ended up buried alive in a box 6-feet underground. I’m getting an awful itch to do it again! Time is ticking, Jay! x”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: With the message perfectly crafted, I attach the videos in the order of how they went down, including the ice pick stabbing and him voluntarily sucking me off in submission. Jeff will see a glimpse into everything we have done together, a small teaser trailer into the movie we made. I’m fucking hard at the thought of him seeing it all.. FUCK, to be a fly on his wall. When it’s all ready to go, I fire it off, and the next time Rogers signs onto his email - assuming he doesn’t get killed in this raid - he will see a little email from his beloved Jack.

Published: 2021-05-27, viewed 55 times.