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This story takes place during Homecoming

14:24 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: It's been a few weeks since the incident with Eli, and I'd spent that time getting a lot of being shouted at by Senior Officers, mainly for Eli's death - which most of the lower ranked guys and Junior Officers really didn't give a crap about, because in their eyes justice had been served and if anything they wished it could have been a bit more painful.

But David had stuck to his story, he hadn't had to, and the wounds we both bad from each other reinforced the fact that it had been a big fight going out, and no-one suspected that David and I had come close to killing each other over Eli, because that wouldn't have gone down well with the junior ranks.

We hadn't slept with each other again since that day, mainly since until this week I'd been having too much heat on me, but it's died down now, the government had a short memory and ultimately they wanted the credit and in their own way the Americans and the Brits could at least both claim they ended Eli's threat.

Plus, I wasn't entirely sure it would be the same, not after that fight we'd had. But I had instructions that I was leaving, not under a cloud at least, for another mission, so the government had forgiven and probably forgotten. I'd packed everything up, but I felt that David was owed at least a goodbye.

It was freezing in Afghanistan as it was heading towards midnight when I headed over to David's tent and walked inside. "Hey, Lieutenant, got a minute?"

14:44 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Since Eli's death, and the aborted fight with Mark, I've been spending most of the time getting grilled fiercely by my superiors. They had gotten raked over the coals by their superiors, and they were quite glad to pass it on to me.

So the fuck what. It was worth it. Mark had done the right thing, killing Eli. My only regret is that he did it first. Once we'd drawn our blades, it was clear that it would have ended in a fatality for one of us. Eli's life was not worth Mark's. No fucking way. Some orders... can't be obeyed to the letter.

But despite having come to an agreement on Eli, we hadn't had a chance for a proper reunion. Between debriefing and clean up missions to sweep the surrounding countryside clean of Eli's sympathizers, there had been no time. And now... well, we were both going to get shipped out. For me, it was back to America's heartland, to help in the cleanup of a huge shitstorm outside Des Moines.

Apparently, the Syndicate had hidden a major base beneath a farm, but that British MI6 agent, former SAS, James Mason had destroyed it in a daring raid. I didn't have the details, but with the CCS in dissaray after the Northern Ireland affair, I was being called back to sift through the rubble and track down any other remaining cells.

But I had been hoping.... somehow, that Mark and I might have a reunion before I had to go. I wanted that fight between us to be forgotten, in the past. I wanted to fuck and be fucked by that amazing, sexy as fuck British hard man again. I wanted us to leave as friends.

My gear was all packed, and I was ready. I had just decided to go and hunt him down, when suddenly, out of the fucking blue, in walks Sgt. Mark Christopher. I grin wide, my cock starting to twitch.

"For you, you crazy bastard, I might have two minutes. What's up man?"

16:05 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I walk in. "I'm heading out, can't say where, can't say why, you know the drill." My T-shirt is off by the time I cross the small tent, throwing it haphazardly on the floor. "I've got twenty six minutes, and that's going to include a shower I'm guessing."

"You want to fuck?" I'm not really waiting for an answer as I start working on your belt. "As it's that last time I'm going to be stationed near you for a while."

"And who knows you may be stationed nowhere near someone as good as me in the fucking sack." I say matter of factly.

16:15 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Fuck, Mark starts up, stripping his t-shirt off in this fucking freezing weather.

Well, I'm guessing the last thing either of us is gonna care about soon enough will be the cold. My grin threatens to split my face in two as I stand up, and almost before the Sgt's t-shirt hits the floor, my own shirt is ripped off, revealing my hard, beefy, All-American Ranger muscle, dog tags nestled between my massive, power-packed battle-forged pecs.

"Hey now, I said I could give you two minutes, but now you want 26? You fucking greedy bastard."

My hands reach down and start undoing his belt even as you work on mine. I lean forward hungrily, driving my mouth into his as I start to mutter, "You fucking crazy-assed, hot, hard-bodied piece of British shit second-best special forces bad-ass I've ever had the privilege of fucking.."

One hand starts roaming around that hard-muscled, combat-tested muscle of his, feeling up his back, his abs, his chest. I get his trousers down, and lift up my boot to hook in his crotch and push them down around his boots.

I grab his fucking British crown jewels at that magnificent 10 incher and give it hard squeeze and a fondle. I break off my kiss, "This time, you go first, Sgt."

16:24 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "I said I needed a fucking shower as well before I ship out, but the fact that you didn't last more than two last time .... according to my recollection ... should allow me shower time."

"You're also shit at numbers, you meant best..." I yank your trousers down and leave your army issue underwear on and slam you onto your bed, leaning down and pulling your trousers down to your boots.

My dog tags around my neck, I look at you and smile and move onto the bed on top of you, our trousers getting locked together as I look at you and breaking off from the kiss I lean down to my boot and pull it out and smile and run the length of it over the underwear over the hard cock and balls. "Lucky that neither of you got this in them last time... but I am fucking harder than a fucking knife right now, Lieutenant."

I take the knife and slide it into the briefs, allowing it to rest on the cock, the cold metal sitting there. "Fuck I would have missed this if I'd have killed you." I yank the knife upward ripping through the briefs and releasing your massive 10 inch american cock. I throw the knife onto the floor and lean down and kiss you again as my cock lies next to yours.

My kiss is rough, hurried, passionate, but not in a loving way, in a needing way, I want to have sex, and I want it now, that much is obviously. "Well you'd better suck my dick hadn't you then if you want it first, otherwise it'll be fucking hard to get inside your fucking ass without some spit on it... get down and suck it... sir."

16:37 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: FUCK, this British SAS bastard is horny as all shit. He rips my trousers down as well, and pushes me down onto my cot. My grin gets even wider, my cock starts to stiffen instantly.

We get all tied up as he pulls out his boot knife. He runs the blade over my GI issue underwear, and I don't flinch in the slightest, "You know I would have stuck you like a pig if it had come down to it, you second best bastard."

I don't so much as flinch as the cold steel of that blade rests on my rapidly hardening cock. The only reaction from me is a bit of a spurt of precum from my cock. The danger, the threat, the power play goes deep into my nuts.

My pants are ripped away, and then he kisses me again. A kiss that is all lust, no love. He has a need, we both have a need, and we are both using each other's hard muscled bodies to fill it.

I reach my hand down, and grab his thigh, sinking my grip onto the thigh, next to his crotch. My other hand moves up, and spreads out right between those two tight steel plates that pass for his hard-muscled pecs. I grunt, and with a heave, lift the British hard man up, my arms trembling a bit, this is tough, especially as one of my arms is thrust out at an angle, but I manage it.

I pull him up towards me, twisting him perpendicular to my head, his stiff cock over my mouth, "I warned you about giving orders Sgt... Before you know it, you'll be an officer, just like me... Can't fucking wait to see your face when that happens."

Then, I lower his body down, my mouth open wide, swallowing his 10 inches without flinching or gagging once, my mouth closing deeply, hungrily around that thick meat, slurping on it like a man breaking a three day fast.

Fuck... I drive my toungue around the rim, as I press him up and then down, rapidly. The angle is a bit awkward, but my muscles are the fucking real deal, and I don't falter or weaken, turning this British SAS hard man into my own set of weights for a special bench press with a fucking deep long suck on every downward press, raking his cock on the way up as I press him up.
16:48 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I snarl in enjoyment as I'm bench pressed, not even having to do any work. "Yeah come on, take it a bit further into your mouth, with such a big fucking mouth, always saying how good you are... well fucking gag on my cock then... come on fucking take it, farm boy."

I noticed how you didn't flinch at the knife at all, and I smile at you as I noted that actually it got you a lot harder, the pre-cum on my knife a testament to that.

"If you like the knife like that... don't let me stop you getting yours..." I say as I grunt as my cock slides into your mouth again. "Looks like I'm not the only one stuff like that turns on."

"I want to fucking remember the next twenty two minutes," I say.. the only other thing my attention on is my watch... "No-one's ever allowed me to fuck them with a knife in my hand before."

I smile at you. "Fucking wet enough now... time to show you who is fucking the best, Lieutenant."

16:56 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: That commentary as I slurp on his hard British rod gets me hotter and hotter, my dick twitching in response as I smoothly bench press you up and down.

At the mention of fucking me with a knife in his hand, I spurt some more pre-cum. This British SAS hard man loves it brutal and kinky, just like me. Oh hell... I'm in fucking love.

I finish getting that piece of Briish meat all wet and lubed, then, with a grunt, I toss Sgt. Mark off to the side of my cot, and spring up to my feet, my dick sticking out like a flagpole at full mast, "Come on then Sgt, time is a fucking wasting. I want my crack at you. Come show me how the second-best Special Forces regiment in the world fucks!"

17:03 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I smile as I lean down and grab the knife and grab yours from your body armour on the floor and stick it next to the cot "For your turn."

I kick my trousers off entirely leaving my boots on as my own cock is hard to attention, the top of it glistening with pre-cum and spit as I walk around you and put my arms around you biting into your next as i kiss you, my cock hard as it slides right next to your arse.

I put my arms around you, putting the knife on your chest, sliding it up, the very very slightest bit of the edge touching the skin, enough to feel, but not enough to cut at all as it moves up and slides next to your throat.

I know if you found this two dangerous you'd say, but somehow I don't think you will, I put the side of the blade against the throat, so an accidental movement won't push it into the skin, but the threat, the danger is still there as I slide my cock in, pushing in until it's all the way inside and I pull your head back with the knife on it so I can roughly kiss your neck.

"Fuck... like this I think I won't last the whole twenty minutes, which I was going to... I was going to let you fucking not get in my arse... but that plan won't fucking happen," I laugh. "You're getting me too hard."

My 10 inches of rock solid cock are now inside and I thrust in and out now, keeping the knife on the throat. "Fuck you are hot, lieutenant."

17:19 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My cock twitches as he grabs my own knife from my body armour and lays it out, for my turn. OH FUCK. I growl with a low, deep throated rumbled of sheer lust.

He comes behind me, biting my neck, as I lean my head back, leaning into the bite, the pain exquisite, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine into my nuts. Those hard-muscled steel-strong SAS arms of his wrap around me, and that blade slides along my skin.

The threat excites me, goes straight to my balls, as that sharp steel moves up towards my throat. This fucking bastard, this sexy, steel cut SAS badass, has my 250 pounds of Ranger muscle at his slightest whim... My life is literally in his hands. There is something about that ... a kind of trust... a kind of hard-assed power exchange that makes my dick absolutely fucking wild.

Then, his cock slides into my ass, as I groan, and grunt with hard-bodied lust. Oh fuck that feels amazing.... FUCK FUCK. Hurts like a son of a bitch, but feels so good.

I growl, "Yeah, trust you British wankers to contemplate some cheap-ass shit like that... depriving a Red Blooded All-American Hero of his chance at your ass.... You cowardly mother fucking piece of British second-best shit for even thinking it..." I love to egg this hard man on, especially as he's raping me up the ass and got a knife at my throat. The thrill is fucking monumental, and my cock is aching, leaking, throbbing with lust.

"Yeah, yeah, and you know you are one hot piece of shit, Sgt, just don't go wrenching your shoulder out of it's socket trying to pat yourself on the back."

17:27 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I pull you rougher towards me, putting the knife onto your throat harder. "You think now is the best time to insult me, I'm perfectly capable of patting myself on the back," as I fuck harder and I can feel my own nuts getting ready and it's taking a massive amount of willpower to be able to stop from cumming immediately this is so hot.

I bite down harder before moving around to the side of your neck, kissing roughly as I continue pounding in, holding you upright, using you as the leverage I need to slide in and out of your arse.

"You're fucking good at talking aren't you... you like talking..." I press the knife harder. "Fuck you're hot, fuck you're hot as fuck." I slam my cock in faster and faster, despite the fact that I can feel myself getting closer and closer, I'm not going to stop, I want this to continue all night but I don't have the time, and I get faster and rougher.

I pull your neck back to mine, I could slice your throat, and kill you in an instant in this position, it wouldn't take any energy and you wouldn't see it coming as I thrust in again. "I'm... going... to ... fucking... cum.... you ... cunt..." i whisper in your ear, the knife cold, but every thing else is fucking hot as fuck right now, the voice making it sound like a threat, the knife making it sound like a threat, but it's as passionate as I get.

17:49 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Sgt. Mark starts really pounding my hole with a heavy fury after I insult him. Each thrust smashing into my prostate, each thrust driving me fucking crazy.

He bites harder on my neck, making me shiver, I'm shaking and quivering, he's totally fucking destroying my ass. And the agony, the pain is so fucking amazing. Oh damn. He gets me. He gets me like no one else, not even Aaron.

The knife presses harder into the side of my neck, and the threat grows, my lust building in response. My life is totally in his hands. Totally fucking in his hands. For all my adult life I've worked, and trained, and honed, and built my body into an All-American weapon, this British hard man could end it all ... without blinking right now. My balls boil, they want to fucking explode, but I hold back. Not GOING to. DISCIPLINE. FUCKING DISCIPLINE.

I hear Mark mutter how he's gonna cum, and I snarl, "That's right, c'mon you SAS bastard, blow that load, empty your crown jewels. Give it to me. Show me what your second-best balls are capable of unloading up my superior American ass. DO IT." The passion is riding high. Fuck. Mark gets me. More than any other man I've ever fucked around with.

18:02 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: And then I explode hard inside the American, lifting him off his feet with one arm around his neck, cutting off the blood supply for a brief second as I unload hard into him, continuing to fuck, the cum being used as lube as I fuck harder and harder until everything is out of my balls.

I then drop the knife down from his throat and put him down and I smile. "Hey.. thanks for that... " I say smiling. "Right I'd better be going."

There's still ten minutes left....

This was more a challenge to see what you'd do, the smile on the face shows it.
18:18 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Sgt. Mark lifts me up in a savagely powerful bearhug, up off me feet, and then he unloads deep up my ass and it takes every ounce of Ranger discipline I have to hold back from unloading, but I manage it.

Then, as he finally finishes emptying out the last vestige of his SAS cum into my ass, he drops me and the knife from my throat, and tells me he's going. I grin.

I can't see his face. But I'm not about to let him pull that shit on me.

I grab his knife arm before he pulls it back, and with a quick surge, my abs turn hard as steel, and I judo toss every single stone of his hot as mother fucking hard ass SAS muscle over my shoulder to smash back first on the floor of my tent. I don't let go of his arm, reach out with my other hand to grab my blade, and drop down between his legs.

With a grunt of muscle, I heave his legs up over my shoulders, and in a flash my blade is at his navel, the sharp point cleaning a bit of fuzz out of his belly button. I grin, heaving forward, my cock suddenly IN his ass DRY, no lube, ramming full hilt into his hard, tight SAS hole.

My blade is carefully tracing each ridge and bump of those mother fucking greek god abs, driving me wild. I'm humping him with savage fury, but even so, I don't draw a single drop of blood. The blade runs down his torso, outlines his hard nips, then travels up his throat, and across his cheek. The flat of my blade is pressed directly next to his eye.

"Oh no, you selfish fucking piece of British crap, you aren't getting out of my tent without me having your hot piece of SAS ass."

18:44 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: "AFFFFH!" I grunt as I slam into the floor, it hurts, but in the scale of things which have hurt me, this is about a 1 or a 2 I've had far far worse. But then it's followed up by me being pressed backwards which I expected, and then....

"FUCKING CUNT!" I shout as the cock goes in without lube, which I didn't expect, and I'm about to slam my fist into his face when the blade is next to my eye.

My cock isn't going down at all, even after expending all it's fluid. I look straight up at you and smile. "Well keep fucking.. you know how difficult it is to make a guy shoot twice... straight after the first time... well you'd better fucking, do it again... sir..."

"Even the third best special forces ... after the SAS and Paras... can fucking do that." I look at you daring you to do it. "Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me, fucking hard..." I snarl at you and then put my hand around your throat as you hold the knife to my face, starting to squeeze.. "Fuck me... sir... hard."

19:03 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: As Sgt. Mark cries out after I judo slam his fucking beef to the floor of my tent and ram my unlubed cock up his ass, I smile wide. His fist twitches, wanting to clock me, but my blade next to his eye makes him think twice.

But, his dick... well fuck me, if it doesn't get harder the entire time. Yep. This SAS hard man is wired for brutal kink just like me. Fuck me, my dick stiffens as I ream his SAS ass.

I wink down at him. "The best special forces regiment in the world has skills, Sgt. You are gonna empty those SAS nuts for me a second time. Oh fucking yes you are."

He reaches up to grab my throat, and my face half smiles, half snarls at him.

I take my blade and glide it down his smooth, baby-faced cheeks, under his nose, circling around his mouth, then down, resting against his throat, right on his carotid. Just one slight flick of my wrist... and his British blood would be coating the floor of my tent, and just like that, one of the most accomplished Commandos in the SAS would be a sack of dead meat. The thrill, the power caused my cock to stiffen even harder.

Then, with deliberate skill and utmost Army Ranger elite precision, I begin fucking destroying Sgt. Mark's prostate, driving my hard shaft like a battering ram into the inside of his joy nut, stimulating the fuck out of his SAS joystick.

I start mouthing off, "You arrogant cunt, you fucking hard-muscled, hot as shit, piece of badass SAS meat, you are gonna fucking empty those nuts SOLDIER. YES YOU FUCKING ARE. I'm gonna goddamn bang another load out of your British balls with my American jackhammer." I slam in hard, savagely, my own nuts wanting to blow, but I hold back with supreme discipline.

My blade traces an intricate pattern along this SAS hard man's neck, following the curves and lines of his bulging veins with extreme care and precision not to nick his skin. His life ... in my hands... my life in his... a fucking bond no one else in the world could possibly understand.

19:14 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I squeeze harder as he starts insulting me. My nuts straining to get ready for a second load so quickly.

I snarl back. “Yeah the best special forces regiment does. That’s why I’m about to have a second load and you fucking will be spent after one.”

The timer on my watch is ticking down as I feel the knife across my throat which only succeeds in getting me harder and harder. If I was in any way romantic, or got attached it would be this moment that did it. But I’m not made for attachment, definitely not made for romance. But this I was wired for as I look at you.

My nuts are trying. My cock is hard as fuck but they won’t cum just yet no matter how much they want to. “Well it’s not fucking working is it. You’re fucking not even fucking trying, Lieutenant. What’s that inside me, a fucking crayon it’s so fucking small. Fucking try at least. Fucking just do it.”

Two reasons. I didn’t know how close you were. And second I wasn’t going to miss a briefing for sex. No matter what. I’m too good a soldier for that. Plus my nuts were fucking straining to build up the jizz again and I fucking wanted it badly.

I squeeze my arse around your cock as I squeeze my hand around your neck. “Don’t hold back. Not fucking now. I’m no faggot. I won’t fucking break. No matter what.”
09:10 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I did a quick time check, five minutes. Plenty of time to drain this fucker and leave him full of my Ranger seed.

I grin as he gives me a full ration of shit back. All that shit talk from him.... while I have his throat under my blade drives me fucking bananas. I roll the SAS hard man nearly in two, his fucking knees on the side of his head.

I can reach his face and I growl, and spit a big wad down on my right hand, and reach underneath us, finding that Brit's hard shaft, and I begin to rough stroke his cock as my own American man meat smashes his prostate all to hell with a series of savage thrusts that increase in tempo and power, tearing his ass up.

I increase the pressure with my blade, driving the flat of the blade against this SAS fucker's carotid artery, to make him just a bit light headed, to increase the threat. Drives me fucking crazy, controlling, fucking threatening, ripping this British hard man's ass up with my American cock.

His own hand around my throat excites me even further, the pressure driving me wild. I bend down snarling with lust, "Fuck you are hot shit... you hard-muscled bastard. Gonna rip you a new asshole with my American sword, impaling your ass, you SAS cunt. Want to see that British seed... want you to give up for me soldier... GIVE IT TO ME."

My hand works his cock with professional strokes, my cock pounds his hole with hard, brutal strokes, smashing up his prostate, my blade is pressed flat against his carotid, and then I bend down and give his bastard a rough, hard, savage kiss, driving my mouth down into his, diving in with aggression and hard force. My own balls are boiling, and I'm on the verge of exploding, but refusing to fucking cum until I milk this SAS cunt.

10:01 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I grunt loudly my head slamming into the ground with the thrusts. "Fucking hell you cunt, fucking feeling it now, at least you're finally trying," I snarl pushing my hands tight around your throat blocking off the air as my head goes light with the knife on my throat and I can feel every single thrust inside me, painful at the same time as incredibly pleasurable.

"You're fucking hot as well, fucking hot, best shag I've had in fucking ages."

I lean up and kiss, even as my cock is being tugged harder than even I do it to myself, and the kiss is brutal and will probably leave a bruise in the morning, but I can feel myself about to cum.

"Fucking hell ... fucking hell ... come on ... fuck.... FUCKKK!" and despite the rough kiss you can feel my cock in your hand shooting it's second load right into your hand. "FUCKER.. CUM, SIR!"

10:13 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I grunt, totally immersed in the moment, senses overloaded. My nuts are churning, lost in the rythym of pounding Mark's ass in two, then finally I here him start to curse into my mouth as I'm kissing him hard and brutally.

I feel his hard British muscle begin to tense, flexing hard beneath me, tensing, and beneath my rough grip on his cock, I feel that steel spike begin to spasm in my hand, and suddenly his second load erupts, coating my fingers, and spraying all over my thick beefsteak pecs, and even some spraying on Mark's face. It's a definite improvement.

Then, finally, I release the flood gates. I growl savagely, my dick firing like a machine gun, ripping streamer after streamer of thick, white, All-American cum deep up his ass, as I mouth off, "Fucking right you British cunt... that's right, fucked a second load out of your nuts... leaving you with my seed.. Fucking take it. TAKE IT. TAKE MY SEED BASTARD..." Then, finally, my cock stops firing. Gasping, I pull out of him with a wet PLOP, my seed leaking out of his ravaged hard-man hole.

I stand up, remove my blade from his throat, chest heaving like a billows, a grin on my face. I grab his hand and yank him up to his feet. I don't say anything for a moment. Fuck. That was fucking amazing. Then, I speak up, "Still got two minutes spare, Mark. Just enough time to get dressed and get the fuck outta my tent."

He's one hard bastard. But he's grown on me. But I can't let him see that. I know he's not the kind to get attached. Me, I'm not quite so stone cold. Why the fuck do I have to find myself drawn to a man like Mark? A man who deliberately avoids attachments? Well, that's life, David. Suck it up and move on. But let him know at least...

"Try not to get yourself killed, okay? As a special favor to me."

10:20 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I'm still breathing heavily as I stand and pull my uniform back on, not saying anything as I still intend to have a shower, and I pull my t-shirt on over my incredibly sweaty body as I smile slightly.

"Can't promise, and don't intend to promise." I pick up my knife and toss it in my hand to grab it by the blade and put it out for David to take.

"Take this, use it for your next shag... it'll remind you that whoever you're fucking isn't as good as me."

I take a deep breath. "Fuck.. very little exhausts me, that was good. Right... got to go... got to go and do a real job," and I tighten my boots and start to head out of the tent as if nothing had happened.

10:27 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I break out into a wide grin, as Mark hands me his own blade. Well fuck.

Maybe he's not quite as stone cold as he makes out. He gets dressed and turns to go, but just before he steps out, I stride forward, flip my own blade in my hand, catching the handle smoothly. It was a gift from my Dad when I finished Ranger School. It has my family name, "Armstrong" engraved on the handle.

In one smooth motion, I tuck the blade into Mark's belt. I grab his shoulder and turn him to stare into my eyes. I don't say a word. Nothing to say. We've said it all. I nod once and let go of his shoulder, turning back to start packing. But I finger his blade. I'm going to miss him.

11:51 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: Its a few days later, in London, I'm wearing a dress uniform as I head into the MI6 head office and spend the next twenty minutes trying to get through a variety of security procedures in order to get into the meeting room.

It had been a fairly easily flight back home, was a bit less happy that I actually didn't end up having time to shower until I landed at the RAF base back in the UK, because I had spent more time than expected with David.

But the smell of oil and fuel in the plane meant that no one noticed, and when I got back to my barracks in Hereford i got to have a shower, get changed and have some food, all things which David had stopped me from doing... admittedly it had been fun missing them.

But now, I'm back in London, wearing my green dress uniform with medals, sitting waiting in a very faceless looking room alone waiting for whatever I was here for.

12:40 AgentJamesMason : Frowning, I bend over the report again, preparing myself for the briefing with the SAS Commando that I'd requested to assist us, Sergeant Mark Christopher.

He'd come highly recommended, and his handling of the situation regarding Eli was, in my opinion, masterful. If Eli had survived, there would have been endless wrangling between the US and UK politicians. His death, rather than his capture, neatly solved all kinds of headaches. Politicians create problems... soldiers solve them. I'd checked with my brother Sam, when I'd had him over for dinner with me and Kyle, and Sam hadn't hesitated when I asked him his opinion on Sergeant Mark. He'd said, "Mark was a stone cold badass".

That's what I needed for this next mission. I look up at the clock, and stand. It was nearly time. I gather my briefing materials, then adjust my suit and tie, and cufflinks, my hard combat-forged muscle strained the seams of my dress shirt. I might not be active SAS anymore, but I trained as though I were. My body was a weapon, and I kept it honed to a sharp edge.

I winced, though, as I stretched. I hated sitting down for too long. Gave me cramps, and my back tended to ache, a little memento of my time in Des Moines. Still, it had been worth it. Kyle had been worth it.

Time to meet with Sgt. Mark. I left my office and headed to the simple, unadorned meeting room. I enter the room a few minutes early, to find Sgt. Mark Christopher already there. I looked him over. I'd never met him before, but besides being stunningly handsome and fit as fuck, his musculature hard and lean, he had an aura of stone cold don't fuck with me danger. Perfect.

I walked around to the other side of the table and sat down. I grinned, warm and friendly. I laid down the folder I'd prepared and pushed it over towards him. I spoke up, "There are days, Sgt, when I miss being able to wear that uniform. But we all must make sacrifices for our country. I'll be brief, and won't keep you long. You'll be shipping out again in just a few hours. Inside that folder, you will find a map of a Syndicate lab, located inside Russia. Your mission is to penetrate that lab and assassinate the entire science team. We had an inside man. He sacrificed his life to get us the intel. Let's suffice it to say we do not want their research to bear fruit. So much so that we are sending you to ensure it doesn't. The base is heavily guarded, and since it's in Russian territory, everything becomes more complicated. We haven't found a way to get a team into the compound, but we've found a way to get a single man in. It all comes down to beer." I grin.

"During their next resupply run, they will acquire a keg of beer. But it will not contain any beer, in fact. It will contain you. Once you are inside the security perimeter, you will execute your mission. You will have no backup. You will have no one to rely on but yourself. You will have no plan b."

I look at this handsome Sgt with an expression that could not be more serious.

13:32 Sergeant_Mark_Christopher: I look at the man in the suit and nod. "Understood."

"As you're former SAS, please feel free to call me Mark," I say nodding politely. "I'll make sure your informant's death wasn't in vain. Nothing more to say on it."

"If they're getting beer on that supply run, whoever is planning to get me inside that barrel, can you also arrange for a contingent of weapons to be inside some of their food crates."

"While I'm happy to go in without any weapons, I think that your chance of success is exponentially higher the more weapons you can get in. Ultimately the important thing from this is to kill the science team, any and everything else is just a bonus after this."

I close the file and put my hand on it. "Understood. It'll get done."

13:58 AgentJamesMason : I chuckle. "Don't worry, Mark, you will be able to carry a full load out with you. We were not going to send you in just your birthday suit. Although, to judge by your recommendations, I wouldn't put it past you to pull it off even under those circumstances. I trust you to know your job better than anyone else. After you study the materials I've provided, it will be up to you to select your load out."

I stand up. "I won't tell you the odds of success that our mission analyst has calculated for this venture. Suffice it to say that when you want men who can beat the odds, you go to the SAS. Who dares wins. Good luck Mark."

Published: 2021-07-12, viewed 43 times.