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SURPRISE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 14

Starring
Commando Ivan Usov (deleted member)
AgentDerekSteel (deleted member)
Alex Braddock (deleted member)
Cpl Ryan Shepard (deleted member)
Inspector Kyle Byrne (deleted member)
Spy Daniel Allen (deleted member)
Antonio Hernández (deleted member)

Read this first:

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
DAMAGE CONTROL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 8
A NEW NORMAL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 9
FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 10
TURNING POINT - PROJECT ZEUS PART 11
TURNING THE TABLES - PROJECT ZEUS PART 12
A FOND FAREWELL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 13

Egyptian Syndicate Base, Day 12, Late Afternoon

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I hate Egypt. This place is so fucking hot, and there isn’t too much you can find around here. But for today, I got what I wanted. The meeting with the Division went well, and they are going to help us for the first part of our plan to steal Project Zeus. The Division mercenaries aren’t the best, but some of them can be exceptional. So why not cover all your bases? But not gonna lie, the presence of Derek in the meeting also impressed them, and helped me to get what I wanted. He is a fucking perfect man. I look at his face closely as we continue to walk to the Syndicate base. The place we met with the Division wasn’t very far away from our base. Hell, this neighborhood is a hang out for the Division, so it’s kind of a safe zone for us too. I start to grin, then chuckling evilly as I continue to stare at Derek’s face. Our base is just 200 or 300 hundred meters away, and before we get back, I want some distraction. “I just realized something hotter than all of Egypt's weather.” I say as I grab Derek’s arm harshly, and pull him towards me, dragging both of us to the back of a small Arabic house. I smash him to the wall gently, and start checking out his biceps and abs with my hands. “It can be dangerous to walk alone out there when you are this hot, mister…” I grin, then start kissing him gently. I can’t believe I am acting gentle, this is so unlike me. I whisper into Derek’s mouth. “Thanks for being there with me, Derek…”

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: The Syndicate is planning something big, something fucking ballsy big, so big that they need to hire more mercenary companies to pull it off. I don’t know the details of the Syndicate’s big plan yet, but I can’t wait to find out. But, I can’t really say that Egypt is any better than Australia. But still, a job is a job. I came here, with some of my best techs to see about upgrading the base defenses for the Syndicate here. The Egyptian government has been getting more aggressive, cracking down harder on the Syndicate’s operations ever since the big, showy events in America. And of course, when Daniel asked me to come along to help him “convince” the Division leaders to agree to Daniel’s terms for their contract, who was I to say no? I mean, I get to stand at Daniel’s side, look big and mean, and spend some more private time with this hot as fuck piece of rough, tough muscle? I went gladly, and Daniel got the terms he wanted. I only had to scowl and flex a few times to get them to agree. Besides, the boys had just finished dismantling the old security system, and were working on plugging in the new gear. They didn’t need me right now. Of course, the base was pretty defenseless at the moment, but they should have the new gear up and running in an hour or so. By then, we’ll be back and I’ll help my boys run the diagnostics. I mean, what are the odds of a surprise attack happening right now anyways?

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Now, as I’m walking back with Daniel, I’m scanning our surroundings, looking for threats, checking out the hustle and bustle of the neighboorhood, when suddenly Daniel turns his eyes on me. Oh fuck me. I know that look. Oh yes I do. I grin as suddenly Daniel grabs my arm and yanks me behind a small house. My breath catches in my throat, and my cock starts to stiffen as Daniel’s hard hands start checking out my hard, hairy, sweaty muscle. My own hands start roaming across Daniel’s thick, beefy back, feeling the hard slabs of powerful lats, feeling his shoulders, those thick, hard biceps. What a man… I grin, as I kiss Daniel, taking in his compliment, “All in a day’s work Daniel… I am always at your service…” Then, I lose myself in my kiss with him, my tongue exploring his mouth, and my nerve endings starting to tingle with pleasure. Fuck me, but Daniel knew how to turn me on. Yes he did.

10:18 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I’d been in a daze ever since my encounter with Russel Shade. Never in my life have I met a man so alluring, so overpowering as Russel. What he did to me back in Australia, my senses were still reeling. He was strong, brutally strong, and deadly, deadly dangerous. And yet… his heart, was incredible. I struggled to make sense of my feelings for him, alongside my grief for my lost Dave, and my aching love for Kyle. Oh fuck me Kyle… where are you now.. I miss you. My mind went back, remembering the morning where we woke together, and I was his “Russian” bear as he made me breakfast. It was such a pure time, such a simple, loving time…. I missed him. Then, the image of what Shade had done to me, tied me up, “captured” me, brought me to such sensual heights of intensity beyond my experience. I felt so confused. Then, I looked up, “Davies, how much longer until you get that controller installed?” Davies looked up, his handsome face wrinkled with concentration, “About 30 minutes Ivan.” I nodded, putting my hand on his shoulder, “Good work Davies. I’m going up above to check out the perimeter of the base, I’ll be back before you finish.” I headed upstairs. The odds of the base being attacked now were very small, but we were vulnerable, none of the security doors would work, and none of the remote CCTV was online to tell us who was approaching. I shrugged on my flak vest, and checked my tactical belt, loaded down with my combat knife and my 9mm GSh-18. I was wearing my heavy Khaki combat trousers, and solid black boots. I would just do a quick check of the perimeter, get an update from the guards, and make sure everything was all right.

Transport approaching Egyptian Syndicate Base, Day 12, Late Afternoon, 20 minutes ago

11:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I look at the map one more time, then turn to face the driver, asking how much further we need to go. 20 minutes, so close. I take out my phone, and look at the background photo of me and James. God, I love him so much. He is one of the best things that can come into a person’s life. I hope he is handling the situation alright. I know how much he wanted to join this mission, but of course, none of us would let him come half-injured. I sigh deeply, then look outside of the window. I just don’t want James to be hurt any longer. He has already suffered and been through so much because of me, and I don’t want to add more pain. Then, ironically, Ivan’s voice fills my ears once again: “You see Kyle, when you obey me, you will be cared for, tenderly. When you defy me… then I have to hurt Xavier. Do you see? How this is your fault.. Xavier’s injuries are your fault because you tried to defy me.” I hate him… I hate Ivan Usov… I don’t love him. This feeling can’t be love. Can it? I don’t want to hear Ivan in my head anymore. He is the one who did all of this to James, Xavier, Tim… He should have killed me right away, but he didn’t… He cursed me for the rest of my life. Maybe he forgot about me as well; maybe that was his vengeance. I shook my head all of a sudden and got up on my seat. I shouldn’t think of those memories before a mission like this. Checking my black tank top with my bulletproof vest, black pants, and boots one more time, I start heading towards the backside of the truck. Time to make a final speech for everyone.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: Not gonna lie, the soldiers in this truck seem pretty alright. Back in London, I was already convinced that the plan and the participants were fine, but now I see my beliefs are confirmed. That new guy, Ryan, looks solid. Sam and Alex are also ready in their “casual” clothes. My team, on the other hand, is pretty excited. Even though we recently came from a mission, it wasn’t satisfying enough for us. Regardless, I can’t help but worry about Kyle. Since our talk after the meeting, he was pretty busy with the final preparations for the plan. I can tell he needed a talk, but that was something he continuously avoided. That was making me angry. Those fucking Syndicate assholes… But their end is near. Derek Steel… I heard so much about him, but I have never met with him personally. However, hearing from Kyle that he and Daniel are very close is something I can benefit from. Hurting that Derek guy would probably hurt the fucker Daniel too. But all of these are later issues to think about. Now, it’s time to have some fun.

11:13 Cpl_Ryan_Sheperd: Sat in the back of the truck, listening to the chatter from the other members of the team that has been assembled. I sit and think over what led me to this point at last. I was a promising young scholar, IT Tech was my game and I was, still am I guess, very good at it. But then we lost both my brothers and my sister in various accidents and raids when they were on training missions, on tour. Devastated I took off from the college life and lost myself in the world on underground fighting, drinking and lots of sex. It helped for a while, and then my father tracked me down and told me the truth. They were not accidents, or random attacks, they were planned assaults to weaken resources that would be used to help agencies that are looking for the vile bastards known as “The Syndicate”. Father told me that he was helping MI6 and a bunch of others in the search for these evil fucks and it was then that I decided to abandon the scholarly life and embrace the family legacy and join up.

11:13 Cpl_Ryan_Sheperd: Father helped me to join the army and after passing out I pushed myself hard to bulk up and took on the recruitment training for the SAS. I passed and got in and had spent the last 4 years training and pushing myself to exceed every limit I thought I had. I needed to show Father and the top brass that I was ready for anything. I listened out for word on these fuckers so that I could put myself forward on any mission that could lead me to them. It was during this time that I met Sam, I look over at his handsome mug and grin. While we were the best of friends, he was also my biggest rival. We would train to surpass each other at every turn and then cheer each other on after. He was a lug, but he was also a good man, one of the best. When he approached me to join this mission, and told me what it was about, I jumped at the chance. I was also worried for him, but this was a step towards my goal. I was now helping to stop this organisation from doing whatever they wanted and it felt OH so good. So I sit, going over the mission briefly in my head, listening to the rumble of the truck engine and let myself get lost for a moment in thoughts of vengeance.

11:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Finally, at long fucking last, it’s go time. The last few days have been intense, filled with Arabaic lessons from that big bearded, over-muscled Yankee Marine. I still struggled with my sense of inadequacy brought on by hormones… I mean, fuck, I knew Alex was a ladies’ man, but my dick had other ideas, so I here I was worred that I needed to “impress” him or some shit. It’s like I needed to prove to him that I was as good as he was, like that would somehow get me in this Yank’s pants. What a fucking piece of work you are Sam. I turned to gaze at Alex again. Shit, he was handsome. I started to blush as he caught my eye, and quickly turned, to hide my embarrassment, I punched Ryan in the shoulder, with a grin. “Caught you napping, you ginger bastard!” It was damn good to have Ryan here with us. He was one bad-ass mother fucker. Couldn’t ask for a better mate to watch your back. This mission was gonna be tricky as shit, Ryan was gonna be creating the diversion to get us “embedded”. I might tease him about how he was total shit, and we were always trying to outdo each other, but when it got to the wire, we both respected the hell out of one another.

11:14 Alex_Braddock: The ride had been everything I had expected it to be. Everyone else was doing their thing while I was doing mine. I was...unsure going into this mission. I had kept a lid on it ‘cause I didn’t want to get anyone up into a ruckus about it, but… I looked over at Sam and my eyes caught his. He blushed and looked away, and I just smiled slightly. But that feeling got deeper. I hadn’t been on a mission with someone in a long time now. And...I can still remember all the people I had lost. Maybe that’s why I liked going solo so much. But this time, this isn’t a solo gig. I kept thinking about how much Sam was trying to impress me...and it did remind me of how young he was. Not in an immature way - no, he was definitely all man when it came down to it, that I had definitely seen now. But he was young - he had so much life ahead of him.

11:14 Alex_Braddock: I looked out the window absently then, feeling my body and face go blank as my mind chewed and chewed on this fucking feeling. And you know what, fuck feelings. Fuck them with an M80 up their asshole. I was already going to do everything in my power to make sure Sam got home safe, no matter the cost. I didn’t need this feeling to make me commit to that, though. And then I see Kyle coming to us. I wasn’t able to figure out what his story was, but...it doesn’t matter now. I just need to focus on keeping Sam alive. Surely Kyle wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize his man’s brother...would he? He was definitely rattled in his cage, that I could tell. And fuck me if he didn’t seem to be further back in that cage sometimes. Still, I could tell he was a good man, so I gave him a nod as he approached and listened up for whatever he had to say.

11:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: I meet everyone's gaze one by one as I enter the back of the truck: Alex, Sam, Ryan, some other troops from America, Antonio, and Antonio’s crew. I clear my throat, and start talking. “The Egyptian Government started their “fake” investigation 5 minutes ago. 10 minutes from now, they are going to capture those 10 Division men, and find out the Syndicate base is serving as the Division Center. After the attack starts, you are going to join. The Demolition team is going to blow up key parts of the base, and the other troops will inject the base’s ventilation system with a sleeping agent. This is not a capture mission, this is an infiltration mission, so don’t forget about our goal. Sam and Alex, after the infiltration, you are going to inform me as if you are talking with your grandparent, Richard Dankworth. If you “ever” feel yourself under threat, notify me immediately, and I will try my best to get you out of there as soon as possible. This is why CSIS lost their double agents. Any hint, any suspicion that you think you are under, you are going to inform me about it, got it?” I take time for everyone to analyze my words. “Good luck on the mission…” Then my attitude suddenly changes, and I approach Sam. I don’t look at him as my co-worker now. He is “almost” my brother-in-law. I can’t believe how close we got since we met. He is such an amazing and adorable person.

11:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: With a smile on my face, I force Sam to get up gently, and pull him into a tight embrace. And I can tell he carries a part from James, I just can feel it. Many people look at him as if he is still a child, but I can realize the mature and wise person inside him. “Be safe Sam…” I whisper into his ear, then meet with Ryan and Alex’s gaze over Sam’s shoulder while still hugging Sam. Two people who devoted themselves to this mission. I also do not look at them as a co-worker, but as Sam’s brother-in-law. “Watch out for him and yourselves…” Afterwards, I slowly let go of Sam, and turned to Antonio. God, he was there for me when I needed him the most, and I still can’t believe someone as professional and rough as Antonio agreed to my request. But I do not have any complaints. I give him another smile, and just like Sam, I force him to rise on his feet, and pull him into a hug.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: As I was already lost in my own thoughts, Kyle enters the backside of the truck, and gives us a briefing. That sounds legit indeed. He is an amazing guy. Then, he loses his professional attitude, and hugs Sam as if he is hugging his own brother, or maybe even James. Then, he comes back to me slowly, and forces me to get up on my feet as well. I can’t help but grin like a dummy, and hug him back. Before he can say that to me, I say it. “I will be safe Kyle… Don’t worry about that… I will even hide my face, so that Derek won’t recognize me…” I pat his back with my hand, and hug him with my full strength. God, every opportunity to touch him feels so good. I really needed that hug before this battle . Kyle knows to give people what they need.

11:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Suddenly, Kyle makes his way forward and gives us another summary of the mission parameters. This battle is all just to provide cover for me and Alex. A lot of effort for us two… but then, there was a lot riding on what we hoped to discover, namely, what the FUCK was the Syndicate up to. Kyle is going to be our grandpa, Richard Dankworth. An excellent cover. Kyle went above and beyond to make us watertight cover stories. And I hoped like fuck my Arabic was up to snuff. No, what I really hoped is that I could stick with English. My guts started churning as I realized we were about ready. It would be me and Alex. We’d have no one to rely on but each other.

11:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Then, Kyle gets up, and walks over to me, pulling me up to my feet. I look a bit embarrassed as he pulls me into a hug. Kyle is basically my brother now, especially with James stuck back in London with fractured ribs and a fucked up shoulder. My own wounds have healed, at least enough for this mission. This isn’t your typical shit-kicker mission, but one where we are gonna be using our brains. I hug Kyle back, and reassure him, “I’ll be fine Kyle… And you, you take care of James, all right?” Then, as Kyle goes over to hug that big over-muscled Spanish bastard, I turn to Ryan, grinning, “And you Ryan, don’t fucking shoot me by accident or I’ll kick your nuts in.”

11:13 Cpl_Ryan_Sheperd: I come out of my reverie as Sam punches me on the arm and am about to give him a roasting as Kyle, the man in charge overall, steps into the back and I just grunt in Sams direction as I put on my most professional face and listen to Kyles words. Nodding as he finishes and then a huge smile spreads over my face as he embraces Sam, the look on the dope's face is priceless and I wish I was allowed my phone to capture it. I stand and grin right back into Sam's cocky face. “Oh you mean like you shot me in the arm by accident when we were training up in Scotland that time. I still say you only did it as I was ahead of you in the rankings for that game” I pull him into a tight hug and whisper “Don't worry, I will try and miss but that arse is a huge target brother.” As I release him I turn to Alex and put on my best serious scowl. “You be sure to take care of this arsehole for me while you are in there, ok?” And then I reach over and clap my hand on his shoulder.

11:14 Alex_Braddock: I listened to Kyle’s words and...well, I had heard them before from my COs, but...I knew the odds of successful extractions if things went cross. I looked at Sam again as I thought about that, and watching Sam and Kyle hug…. Man, it made me think of my brothers. I gave Kyle a confident nod as he asked us to take care of Sam and ourselves. I was up to the task of having Sam’s back, but...this is why I go in alone. I’m not going in alone this time. Fuck, and if you had been alone in the office tower, Braddock, you might be dead. This is gonna be me and Sam...and there was a lot more riding on the success of this mission, too. Those bastards needed to cough up some blood for what they had done, and they would before this was over and done with. They would. Corporal Sheperd pulls me out of those thoughts as he gives me that serious scowl and asks me to take care of Sam. Fuck. I got you guys, I’m gonna make sure he comes back alive. I give him a serious look in return and nod. “He’ll come back, don’t you worry, Corporal. Though-” I turn to Sam and give him a smile. “-maybe I should have my brothers ask him for the same favor.” I could feel Sam’s gaze turn awkward as I said it. He seemed to only want to catch my attention, and then when he would, he’d get awkward as hell about it. It was…. I dunno. It was something, though. I needed to ask him about the office tower. I needed to know if I owed him my life. And as I looked at Sam and saw that youthful, enthusiastic smile of his...I actually fucking smiled. And then I promptly shook my head. For fucks sake…. Get in the game, Braddock.

11:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: Antonio knows me very well for sure. He quickly replies back even before I can say anything, and I just content myself with hugging him. I nod at his words, and slowly let him go. “Thank you Antonio… For everything… For being in my life…” Then I clear my throat, and return to my own professional stance. Time to give The Syndicate a taste of their own medicine. I walk to the front of the truck, and use my earpiece to contact our men. I can see that we are in the neighborhood already, and we are so close to the Syndicate Center. “Mr. Byrne… We are ready if you are… ” I hear the voice of Mr. Aamer, the operator of the Egyptian forces. “We are ready Mr. Aamer… Start the operation…” And 10 seconds after my sentence, the gunshots begin in the neighborhood. I quickly switched to another contact of mine. “Mr. Wilson… The explosives...” I say, and all of a sudden, 3 big KABOOMS… We are attacking the Syndicate base from 3 different directions. “Mr. Sallow… Release the sleeping agent... “ Then I turn to the driver, and give the order. “Open the back door of the truck, so that our men can join the strike. Afterwards, drive to the location that we have planned out…”. Then, I take out my SR-25, the sniper rifle I brought here… You don’t have the option to fail Kyle… You came here to win this time… You and your beloved ones can’t take another failure, and everything depends on you… I take one more breath, then talk into my earpiece. “Antonio and team Alpha… Go to the back side of the base… Ryan and team Beta, join the Egyptian forces… Alex and Sam… Go to the farm I have shown you on the map, and wait until my order. Don’t forget to take off your earpiece before you join in the fight…”

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: Kyle returns back to the front of the truck, and I turn to my own men. They are all ready… I am so proud of them. We are going to get through this. I am sure we can. Our eyes will be searching for Derek Steel. Afterwards, I start hearing Kyle talking with some people, and everything happens so quickly. First the gunshots… Then the big explosions… Then some chemical sounds from our earpieces… This is going to be amazing. I know Kyle can lead this operation. After, the doors of the trucks open, and Kyle orders me and my team, which is Team Alpha, to go to the backside of the base. That was also a great idea from Kyle. We can see where that fucker Derek Steel from a place like that. I nod, and quickly gesture my men to come backside of the Syndicate “farm.” There is a high point where we can see the conflict zone pretty clearly. I can hear Kyle give orders to other men, but I don’t focus on it at the moment. We are going to achieve our own goal, and I am going to make them regret everything they have done… Wait for your turn Daniel… I will fuck your best buddy first…

11:12 Corporal_Sam_Mason: Now, it was time. I tensed, me and Alex were dressed in the loose fitting clothing of two Division irregulars, as befitted our background. We were carrying a simple loadout, some used, beaten looking second-hand rifles and knives, but nothing more sophisticated. I listened to Kyle as he coordinated the assault, setting off each piece of the plan in perfect sequence. My adrenaline surged, this was it. The sound of gunfire greeted our ears, and my mind focused on an image of the map I had memorized, tracing out the shortest path to that farm. I nodded as Kyle gave his final instructions, then suddenly, with Alex at my side, we burst out, under the cover of the deserted alley we were hiding in, and began to sprint towards the farm, keeping low and out of sight.

11:13 Cpl_Ryan_Sheperd: I listen as Kyle starts to take charge of the assault. How can such a small guy be so forceful? But he knew what he was doing, and so did me and my men. I make a sharp hand gesture and all their eyes snap to me. “You heard the man, it's time for us to do our thing and go raise some hell.” I say with a quiet intensity. This is it, a chance to get some payback for what these arseholes did to my family. Gunshots ring out and I see one of the guys start to play with the trigger to his weapon “Easy Johnson, you will have plenty of targets AFTER we leave the truck”. My guys chuckle quietly and Johnson grins sheepishly at me. Then explosions rock the air around us and Antonio and his team hustle out, followed at a dead run by Sam and Alex. I watch as they go, whispering a silent prayer to any god listening to keep them both safe. Then I snap my hand down and forward and lead the men out of the truck and towards the heavy gunfire. “First man to bag a cunt gets his drinks paid for by me lads” A roar of acknowledgement from them as we rush into the battle.

Egyptian Syndicate Base, Day 12, Late Afternoon

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I smile back at Derek mischievously as he starts checking out my muscled body slowly. Well, why not have some fun after a tense meeting with the Division leaders, right? “Good Derek… Cause we are just getting started…” I was about to lean for another kiss. My hands were teasing the waistband of Derek’s pants. But all of a sudden, from the direction of the Syndicate Center, gunshots started to be heard. I quickly kneel down while still holding Derek’s arm, forcing him to lower his body as well. My eyes narrow. What the fuck? Who is attacking? I fucking HATE unexpected surprises. I quickly reach for my radio, and whisper. “Georgie… What the fuck is happening…” He replies back. “Sir… We don’t…” But he can’t finish sentences, because 3 different explosions happen at the same time. I start taking deep breaths, and turn to Derek. “We are under attack… FUCK… This is happening again?” I grunt, then check if he has his own weapons. I take out my silenced gun, and meet Derek’s gaze. “You go to the back side of the base, and I will check out the front, alright? We need to trap the attackers as quickly as possible…” I mumble… GEEZ… Who can be behind this? Not MI6 or the CSIS for sure… Or at least… I believe they are not in a position to attack us. I reach to my radio again, and mumble. “Georgio… Do you hear me… I am coming to the front gate… Bring a couple of men there and wait for my arrival… Take cover, and contact Ivan Usov…”

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Daniel breaks off his kiss, and starts teasing me, putting his hands down my waistband, when fuck me if gunshots don’t start ringing out off in the direction of the Syndicate base. And double fuck me… my men are doing the upgrade, so our defense systems are down, the base is fucking blind right now. Of all the bad luck…. I start cursing, feeling rage boiling inside me. Who could be behind this? Maybe the CCS? Sure as shit not MI6 or CSIS after the drubbing we gave them… I check my Glock. I’m wearing my standard black gear, combat trousers, combat boots, and I'm armed, but I don’t have a flak vest or body armour. Well fuck. That will teach me not to be better prepared in hostile territory… and for me, that clearly was everywhere. I listened to Daniel as he made contact with his men on his radio. We were interrupted by three explosions, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Still, my men were deeper in the compound, in the control center, in a reinforced bunker. They should be okay. I squatted low, pulling out my own radio, and called Davies, my combat engineer upgrading the defenses. “Davies!! How long till the defenses are online?” Davies responded, “Still… ugh...ghhh about… 20 .. guhgh minutes… Derek… they’ve … spiked.. The ventilation…” Then the line went dead.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Grimly, I put my radio back on my belt. I turn to Daniel, “The bastards have put some kind of knockout gas into the air supply. We can’t count on support from anyone inside the compound. It’s up to us and the Division mercs.” Daniel’s plan for me to cover the back of the base was a good one. I kiss him quickly on the cheek, then somehow realizing that we were both charging into an unknown danger, I decided spontaneously to stop fucking around with Daniel. Life was too short. Eat, drink, and be true to yourself… for tomorrow, you might be dead. I blurt out, “Don’t get yourself shot Daniel… I didn’t spend all these years waiting to find a man I could love just to lose him now.” Then, with a cocky grin, I switched into combat mode, and raced off down the alley, keeping behind the houses lining the main street. I caught a glimpse of a squad of Egytpian soldiers targeting a house with some Division troopers holed up. The Egyptian government was cracking down? Well, even with the jump on us, the Egyptians were going to find themselves biting off more than they can chew. I circled around in a broad sweep, every sense heightened, my movements precise, calculated, executed with the training of a Royal Marine with a lifetime of combat training and experience. Desperate to protect my men inside the compound, I poured on more speed. If those fuckers hurt my men, they were going to pay.

10:18 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I carefully patrolled the perimeter of the base, lost in thought, trying to figure out how I felt about Shade. Suddenly, gunfire erupted, close by. What the FUCK??? Instantly my guts clenched. Three massive explosions followed after the gunfire, close by, I glanced over my shoulder, there… the power plant with the diesel generators disguised as a machine shed, there the side exit leading down into the bunker concealed in the tool shed, and there, the front door of the farm house, with tunnels leading down into the base concealed in the farmhouse’s basement. This was not a random attack, but a well-coordinated assault carried out with forethought and precision… and … fuck me, over there, near the ventilation intake system, just beside the livestock barn, another team, Egyptian commandos it looked like, pumping some gas into the vents. FUCK FUCK FUCK. AND FUCK. If our new defense controller was online, it would detect the foreign gas and shut down the fans. This attack couldn’t have happened at a worse time. Desperate to protect Davies and the other men, I leapt forward, covering the distance between me and the team of commandos pumping the gas. I squat down behind a hay bale. One of them notices me moving, but I take out my 9mm, and quickly fire a shot, putting a bullet through the commando holding the machine pumping the gas into the air supply. Bastards.

Rear of the Egyptian Syndicate Base, Day 12, Late Afternoon

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: I approach the backside of the base slowly. Wearing my camo pants, combat boots, bulletproof vest, and mask that covers my nose and mouth, I take out my beretta with my right hand. My left hand reaches to my own heavy combat knife.I look at my 5 men. Hmm… I need to send one of them to the front gate in order to assist the main assault as well. They might be useful. “Fernanda, cuento contigo. Ve a la puerta principal y ayuda al otro equipo. (Fernando, I trust you. Go to the front gate, and help the other squad…)” I mumble, then gesture to the other 4 men of mine to follow me. There were lots of boxes, vehicles, and sacks around, and every single one of them looks like a normal part of a farm. But I know inside these things, they are hiding their own secrets… Fucking Syndicate... They really know their deal. I remember the plan that Kyle had shown us. One of the bombs should have exploded around here. If I manage to get inside, I can get Derek Steel from behind. I look into my squad’s eyes again, and all of them understand what I meant. Two of them head to the right side of the building where the livestock barn is positioned, and two of them go to the left side where the “infiltration” process will take place. They are going to prevent anyone from coming out here while I do my work. I smile to myself. “Well well well… Where are you Derek Steel?”

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I ran towards the base, leaving the edge of the village behind, it was easy to see where the Syndicate base was, just follow the three clouds of smoke. Those bastards!! As I got closer, I could instantly see that this was an inside job, and it looked like it was being led by the Egyptian security forces. Or, if it wasn’t an inside job, then someone who knew the base had been tortured…. Wouldn’t put it past those Egyptian bastards. Grudgingly, I had to give them credit, it was a good plan, almost something I’d come up with, but it seemed a little too sophisticated for the Egyptians to have come up with on their own… but I’ll worry about that later. Right now, my priority has to be stopping those bastards from getting into the base, or picking off my men as they tried to escape their trap. The side entrance, where a column of smoke was rising, was over towards the livestock barn. I darted forward, taking cover behind a tractor. And there… those two men ahead of me, hiding against the corner of the livestock barn… I kept low, and scanned them from between the gaps in the tractor, those men were not Egyptians…. They were Spaniards, or I was blind. I started to feel a bit more uneasy. Something really fishy was going on here. Well, they sure as hell weren’t Division or Syndicate, and that means they would soon be dead if I had anything to say about it. I pulled out my sidearm, and aimed through the gaps in the tractor, firing off a shot towards the one closest to the corner, taking my time to call my shot, aiming right for his head.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: I was about to enter the building, but all of a sudden, I heard gunshots from the right side. I quickly looked at my men who I sent there, and they were taking cover, and shooting back. I guess both of them reacted just in time before the attacker could shoot them. They are really good, I know they are. One of them reaches me out from his radio. “Antonio… That’s Derek Steel… He is here…” I grin to myself as I hear his words, and reply back. “Then come to the backside of the base, and take your cover here… Do not let anyone come here to help Derek Steel...“ I started to rush to the place where my men were taking place, and they started running towards me. That’s a good tactic too. Derek won’t understand what is happening and why they are not attacking him. Because, I am going to finish him off personally. I finally arrived at the place where my men were hiding, still keeping it low. I take out my flashbang grenade first, and throw it to the place where the gunshot was heard and supposed to come. Then, I take out my double heavy combat daggers, and start staggering to the place I threw the grenade, slowly, keeping it low, and quietly.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: These men were good, the one I’d aimed for had managed to avoid my shot, and now they were in full cover. This was going to be an interesting fight. I begin to formulate a plan to leap up into the seat of the tractor and fire down into their position when suddenly they pull back. That was odd. They had superior numbers, if anything, they should have rushed me. I’m carefully scanning the area, so I catch sight of the grenade whizzing towards my position. I duck and cover, screwing my eyes shut and covering my ears as the whump and flash of heat washes over me. I shake my head out and peer through the machinery of the tractor, catching sight of a figure darting from cover to cover towards me. I frown. Bold fucker. Let’s turn up the heat for him. I fire a shot at a can of tractor fuel only a few feet away from his position. He’s keeping out of sight, but let’s see him dodge some fire. The can explodes with a WHUMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh and sends out a small fireball, I hope like hell I torched him good.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: As I was coming closer to Derek’s place, he reveals himself and shoots something else, one of the fuel cans explodes a couple of meters away from me. The moment I hear the shotgun, I throw myself to the other side while also the explosion tosses me away to that direction as well. I grunt and start coughing… Oh… Maybe this guy is “slightly” better than I thought. But that sick fucker won’t get me. I won’t let that happen. Staggering behind another truck, I take deep breaths, and adjust my weapons. Hmm… I know what to do… I put my knives in their place, and take out my long rifle. I start shooting into the place where Derek was hiding, over and over again, trying to prevent him from revealing himself. I am still on alert if he tries to attack me back, but I don’t think he can dare when I have a shotgun in my hand. I approach the truck he was hiding behind, and crouch down to the other side of the truck. I take out my knives once again, and look slowly crawl to the other side of the truck.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I might have torched him, or not, but regardless, he is still coming, letting out a hail of bullets towards the tractor. One of the bullets hits a fuel line, and suddenly, I smell gas. Time to get away from this tractor, that’s for damn sure. I carefully back away from the tractor, hiding in some bushes. The bullets stop, and I am damn sure it’s not because he’s taking a tea break. He’ll be hunting me. I’ll be hunting him. We’ll see who the better hunter is. I can already tell he’s good. This will be interesting. I can’t see on the other side of the tractor, but I need another distraction. I fire my gun into the engine a few times, and start a small fire. Not an explosion, but the entire engine catches fire in a blaze of heat and smoke. I charge forward, ducking low, braving the heat and flames, my combat knife held out, scanning for any sign of him, and there, through a gap in the machinery, I catch a brief glimpse of him. No time like the present. I heave up, grabbing a hold of the seat, feeling the heat of the flames on my skin, and swing through the cab of the tractor to land on the other side, knife out, ready to confront this big fucker.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: After I cautiously attempt to take a look at Derek, he starts shooting the gun to the engine of the cab. What the fuck? This guy is insane. Then the gunshots stop, and a fire starts. Holy fuck… I don’t want to risk Derek or my life here. We are both needed for the future. Suddenly, I hear his voice, and from the above, inside of the truck, Derek Steel jumps in, and lands next to me. Hah… Now the party can start. As soon as he jumps, I drive my right shoulder into his chest’s midsection, trying to push him away from the truck as well as myself. While pushing him away with my shoulder, maybe also hoping that I can make him fall to the ground on his back, I swing my knives in the air, aiming my left one to stab into his right leg, and the right one goes for his left waist side. But I am not going to lie, this guy’s moves are still admirable. That move he made in the truck was so clever. But I got you now Derek. You will be my ticket that leads me to Daniel slowly but surely.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I get only a brief look at this assailant's face before he suddenly charges me. He’s swarthy, handsome, muscled as fuck, Spanish, like the other two. Well, looks like this is a multi-national strike. The Syndicate have really pissed off someone, that’s for sure. I tense my core, and take his shoulder with a grunt and a hard impact. He wants to get on top of me, but fuck that. He’s in full battle gear, and I’m not. So this is going to be an interesting contest. I put a stop to his attempt to bullrush me on pure instinct. As my right arm flies out, and I stagger trying to keep balance, I manage to point my Glock right into his left hand ribs, and fire at point-blank range. He’s wearing a fucking flak vest so, it’s not gonna be fatal, but it will feel like a donkey kicked him in the ribs, especially at point blank range, and with any luck it might just break a few of the fucker’s ribs. It will give him a lot to think about. He’s got a knife in his right hand soaring in towards my side, that’s not gonna fucking happen, asshole. I bring my left hand, combat knife in hand, down in a hard surge of power, and there is a clang of steel on steel as my blade knocks his out of the way. But then, I feel a sharp, fiery pain erupt in my right thigh, and realize that this fucker used his other blade to go for my leg. FUCK…. I roar into the pain as I stagger back, limping, a savage stab wound in my right thigh. What I wouldn’t fucking give for some body armour just now. My shot to his side gave me the chance to back off, but now this fucker is really pissing me off. I take a combat stance, defending with my knife, and looking to put a bullet right in this Spaniard’s head with my Glock.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: As I continue to push Derek away from me, a sharp pain surrounds the left side of my ribs… FUCK… Did this fucker dare to shoot me? Oh this is going to be very interesting. I can’t help but step back slightly after finalizing my strike. At least I was wearing my vest, it helped a lot to preserve my body. But god… This was close. He also swung his knife which was held by his left hand, and it tossed my own knife away too. Alright Derek… Time to change tactics then. Regardless, slicing that bastard’s thigh felt awesome. My eyes narrow as I take deep breaths to get into the fight once again, I focus on Derek’s hands. One glock and one knife… And I only have one knife now… Fuck this… I need to get rid of that gun first. I raise my knee all of a sudden, and throw a low front kick to Derek’s right leg that is already injured. He may try to block it, or strike with his own gun. But either way, I believe I have enough time to reach for that gun. I can kick his leg before he can pull the trigger I hope, and then surge forward to grab his gun. After finishing my kick, I lunge forward once again to drive my shoulder to his body one more time. My left hand is still holding the knife firmly, and aiming to slice his right arm, so that he can drop the gun. I don’t use my right arm for anything since he also has a knife, and I will use it to block any strike that he may launch from that side. Still, this guy is seriously pissing me off. Maybe I was slightly overconfident in the beginning of the fight, but this won’t change the result in the end.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes are narrowing, and I’m bringing my Glock to bear, when he starts moving. I’m leading with my right foot, true, but that’s just because most of my weight is on my left back foot. This allows me to pivot smoothly on my left foot, pulling my right foot back out of the path of his kick, interrupting the shot I was going to take on him. He’s got a knife in his left hand, and he’s slicing it towards my right arm, the fucking bastard is good. However, when I pivoted away from him on my rear left foot, pulling my right leg back, this also pulled my right arm back which I tucked in tight to my body as I twisted, forcing his knife slash to miss. I fired my Glock, again, slamming a heavy bullet into his big chest, to knock him back and teach him not to fuck with me. My knife in my left hand slashed outward, the big Spaniard’s right arm was in perfect striking distance of my own blade, and I lashed out hard, looking to sink the blade into the big, muscled Spaniard's right bicep. This is going to be a very interesting contest indeed.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: God… What the fuck… He manages to dodge both of my strikes by spinning around himself, and then fires his own gun. The bullet slams into my chest, and it feels like I take another harsh kick. I grit my teeth, force myself to fight against the pain in my own body, and do not take my eyes away from Derek Steel. He is REALLY starting to pissing me off now. Too bad he is going to face Antonio Hernández’s wrath. Since I took the bullet in my chest, I staggered back a little bit, and I can see Derek come forward with his knife in his hand, aiming towards my right arm side. Trying my best to ignore the pain in my body, I raise my right foot once again, and throw a high front kick this time to hit his hand. He won’t get me with small tricks like this. My chest is heaving since I can still feel the bullet’s harsh hit in my body, but I will focus… The gun… Yes, the gun… I need to take that gun away from him. Breathing heavily, I lower my right leg that I used to kick, and as soon as I press the ground with my sole, I jump in the air towards Derek, trying to catch him by his waist, and force him to fall to the ground this time. It’s time to restrain the big boy…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: The blade in my left hand slashes in towards the Spaniard’s right arm, but suddenly, his boot is kicking up towards my hand. Instinctively, I look to pull my left hand back, but the tip of his combat boot catches my blade, and it spins out of my hand. This man is fast, strong, and well trained. He drives towards me suddenly, and I realize instantly I don’t have time to avoid it. I wish like fuck he wasn’t wearing body armour, or I’d have already killed him twice over. I’m still holding my Glock though, and I fire a round from my trusty weapon directly into his back as he charges at me, he’s gonna be fucking bruised all over his torso now, his ribs, his chest, and his back. He slams into me though, driving his shoulder into my waist. I don’t resist, not with my wounded right leg, instead, I use his own momentum against him. I fling myself backwards with my left leg as he slams into, adding my momentum to the momentum of his charge. I feel a dull ache spread out from my abs at the impact all the same, even though me throwing myself backwards absorbs some of the force.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: As we both fall towards the ground, I tuck my good left leg up tight against my body, and hook my combat boot on the Spaniard’s tactical belt, then as we land, my leg explodes up and out, adding all the momentum together, his charge, my kicking backwards, and my foot exploding up into his waist, in an attempt to fling the big heavy muscled bastard right off me, right over my head. And of course, the burning tractor is behind me. I’d love to throw that big beast upside down against the side of the burning tractor.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: I can tell something is wrong when he doesn’t fight back against my strike at first. Yeah… Considering he shot me for the third time, in my back this time, I feel really hurt. But that pain needs to be ignored for now. Right now… I need to handle Derek. At first, he pulls his leg in, and then, he places his boot’s sole on my waist. He is going to toss me off him. No can do Derek… As we fall to the ground, and he starts to push me away with his foot, I roll myself to the side, so that I can stop his throw. Moreover, there is a burning tractor behind us, and I can’t risk our lives. Geez… Restraining Derek is harder than it looks. This guy not only has experience, but also skill. What a waste he is on the wrong side… Instead of landing behind Derek, I land next to him, and as soon as I fall on my butt. I swing my blade in the air to stab him trying to strike his shoulder. I still need to get rid of that gun, so after striking with my knife, I twist on my butt to the side, so that my legs are facing Derek's body. I raise my own combat boot in the air just like in an axe kick position to hit his gut. He needs to take the blow gladly, or try to dodge it which means I can get enough time to attack him as well.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Oh yes, this Spaniard is a clever bastard. As soon as I start to heave him over my head, he twists and slams down to the ground beside me. He swings his left blade-wielding hand down towards me, fuck that!!!! I heave off with my left boot, digging into the earth, rolling towards him, bringing my right gun-wielding arm up in the process, my forearm crashing against his, sliding his blade-wielding arm up and over the top of my body. He starts to spin towards me on his butt, and now that I’ve rolled over onto my front, I also twist towards him, so I’m facing him as he brings that boot of his down to try and axe kick my body. My left hand shoots up, and deflects his kick off to the side, and I surge forward, pushing off with my left leg, right into the opening I just created between his legs, seeking to mount the big bastard. I lead my surge with my right arm, swinging it down, driving the barrel of my Glock into the muscled Spaniard’s guts, right up against his body armour, to help balance and propel me forward, and I fire a shot, point blank, on the way. That will fucking knock the wind out of him, body armour or no. And then, the next bullet will be right in his face. Job done.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: Now he is FUCKING making me MAD. I am gonna enjoy crushing this guy, slowly but surely. He first blocks my knife strike with his elbow, then he deflects my kick, and positions himself between my legs. Just as I was about to attack, another gutshot deep in my guts, and I screamed in pain. Now I can say I am seeing red for sure. This BLOODY bastard thinks he can toy around with me just because he has a gun? Let’s play Derek… Breathing heavily, and trying my best to catch my breath, I grit my teeth, and grab his right wrist as he is trying to point his gun to my face. No you won’t, you fucking asshole… I continue to squeeze and pressure his hand with my fingers, forcing him to twist his hand to the side. I will get rid of that fucking gun, one way or another… It’s really hard to focus when you are still trying to breathe, but I need… To… Distract him… I raise my other hand in the air, and swing the knife towards his calf once again to stab him. At the same time, in order to prevent him from establishing his mount fully, I also pull my right leg towards myself, and start pressuring his balls with my boot to push him away. Yeah Derek… Now let’s see how you deal with it...

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Riding every heartbeat, every flex and surge of power and muscle, I’m deep in the zone now. Me and this big Spaniard… we are dancing… and I’m one of the best dancers around. But, I’ll give this huge muscled fucker his due, he’s pretty good. Pretty fucking good. I bring my right hand up, sinking down towards my knees to mount the fucker, when his right hand shoots across his body to seize my right wrist, and starts twisting my hand. I don’t blame him, really. Getting shot in the face is no one’s idea of a good time. His reflexes are hotshit though, to catch me like he did. I make a snap decision. Fighting for control of the gun is going to waste time and energy better spent elsewhere, so instead of fighting the big bastard, I flex my fingers, and fling the gun off to the side, under the burning tractor. That’s my favorite Glock too. Fuck this Spanish bastard.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I see his left blade-wielding hand flash out, swinging that blade towards my right calf. No thank you. Nope. I instantly clench my core, and throw myself forward, sliding my right knee forward to ram hard into the mercenary’s left shoulder, driving my weight down to pin his thick left tricep and bicep to the earth, but I was not quite quick enough, just as I slam my knee into his shoulder, I feel the blade score a cut across my ankle, just above my boot top, burning like fire. It’s not as serious as the stab wound to my thigh, but it’s bad enough.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: At the same time, I feel a boot scraping up the length of my back, and realize that I moved just in time. He had pulled his leg up into his body, and was trying to plant his boot in my balls, but my attempt to counter his knife attack to my calf also countered his attack on my balls. And… then there was this bastards right arm, pulled across his body, out of position. His left arm nearly pinned under my right knee, and my left hand free. Fuck yes. The way is open, and I drive my left forearm down, looking to wedge my forearm under his chin, and choke the fucker out.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: Holy… Fucking… Shit… I can clearly see that I underestimated this guy hugely. At first, he tosses his gun away to win this fight in another way. At least that is also something too… Then, he not only manages to dodge my knife attack slightly, but also prevents me from putting my foot on his balls. He moves to my body’s left side, and starts pinning his huge weight on me, trying to crush my left arm and bicep. I start grunting over and over again, as I desperately push him at first as a natural reaction, but both of us know it won’t work out. He puts his left forearm on my throat, and start choking me. I… Need… To think… FAST… My eyes burning with rage. He will also pay for making me struggle that much. I drop my knife to the side slowly, then clench my right fist. When he was pinning me to the ground after I missed my knife strike, I manage to pull my right arm backwards just in time, but there was no time to counter-attack. Now I have time… Without any hesitation, I swing it towards Derek’s exposed cheek, the side of his face. If I can punch him very powerfully, he won’t be able to gain enough time to recover.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: This big Spanish bastard wrenches his right arm free as I secure my position. My right thigh and calf are fucking burning like bloody murder, but I’m focused on two things: Choking this bastard out and beating him senseless. My own right arm is free, and I lean forward. I realize that my left side is defenseless now, and his right arm is free, but if I can put him out fast enough, it won’t matter. And I’m very good at putting fuckers out fast. I see him cocking his fist, and with a surge of strength, determined to fuck him up before he can land that blow, I lean down, increasing the pressure on the choke, as my right fist slams down, crunching brutally into the left side of this handsome Spanish bastard’s bearded jaw. But… I gotta admit, this Spaniard is crazy fast, and shit good. His own fist smashes into my jaw at the same time my fist crunches into his jaw. I don’t fight the blow, but roll with it, rolling off him, away from the tractor, but even though I rolled with the punch, my jaw is still ringing like a bell hit by a hammer, as a wad of spit and blood flies out of my mouth, some of it dripping on that Spanish fucker. Dazed, pain lancing through my brain, fuck that Spaniard hits hard, I roll up to one knee, feeling unsteady, my right leg screaming in pain. But I know I hit him fucking good. His head was trapped, and he couldn’t roll with the punch like I could. And as hard as he hits, I hit every bit as hard.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: When I was preparing my punch, that fucking monster Derek also cocks his fist, and smashes it to my jaw… AND… OH MY FUCKING LORD… I gasp in pain as Derek rolls off me desperately to the side. Seeing stars after receiving that punch, I roll to the other side, and raise up on one knee. My mind is about to explode. That guy is such a beast. I don’t think he broke my jaw, but I still need to show it to a doctor after this fight. I can taste the blood in my mouth. Regardless, I guess I hit that fucker pretty good too, enough that I manage to force him to roll off me. I continue to breathe heavily, shake my head to get my senses back. But I can’t find any words to describe my anger right now. Urgh… SO much pain… But I will ignore it for now… For Kyle… This is for Kyle… I remember the talk we had after the meeting… Remember your promise Antonio… Remember the promise you made to yourself to avenge him… My eyes narrow as I examine Derek just for a second, then charge at him once again. Thinking about those memories helped me to recover faster than I thought… I can feel the pain, but that pain is also fueling my aggression. Let’s see how Derek will react to this… I try my best to jump on him, trying to trap him to the ground under me. This fucking monster will pay for whatever he has done.

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I breathe, deep and hard, filling my lungs with air, and fueling my hard, hairy, mercenary muscles with oxygen. They are really sending in the big boys after us today. But the thing is… the thing is, Daniel needs me. My men, trapped in the base knocked out, need me. And I don’t fucking let my men down. I do not. My aggression surges in my veins, and I catch sight of that Spanish bastard gathering himself to leap. But I’m fucking ready for him. Yes I am. He jumps me, but you don’t actually expect me just to fucking sit there, do you, you big Spanish bastard? I throw myself backwards as he leaps onto me. My left boot springs up to slam into his right hip, as my right hand seizes his left wrist. I push hard up onto his hip, and pull on his hand, using simple physics to try and flip the big fucking bastard over onto his back, once again using his own momentum against him, prepared to roll over back on top of the handsome fucker.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: I finally manage to smile to myself as Derek throws himself backwards, trying to put his foot on my hip, and catch my left wrist. I caught his left wrist with my right hand as well. I realize now catching Derek is not as easy as I thought, so I was prepared for a move like this. I don’t resist his move, just roll to the side slightly, so that I can land on the ground more softly. As soon as Derek flips me beside him, and tries to roll over to get on top of me, I pull him harshly from his wrist, trying to mess with the momentum he planned in his mind, forcing him to come faster than he thought. Afterwards, as I realize his body is coming on top of me, I raise my knee, and slam it directly to his balls while he is still in the air. That should have hurt, taking a strike like this in that position while still in the air. After that attack, with the support from my hand and knee, I try to toss him to the side while rolling with him to get on top of him. I should get him now… I should… I FUCKING WILL…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I flip the handsome bastard over smooth, and heave myself up to smash on top of him, when the sneaky son of a bitch seizes my left wrist as I flip him, pulling me over onto him with a surge of force. Oh he’s good. Yes he is. He lifts his knee as I’m midair, and slams me directly in my balls while I’m over him. FUCK… There is a surge of agony spreading through my balls, and my eyes bulge. Pain is wracking my body as he tosses me over, rolling with me to get on top of me. But this Spanish fucker needs to learn that I’m not just some dumb grunt to be toyed with. Granted, I can’t think clearly right now, with my balls burning, but I don’t need to. My training is so ingrained that as he rolls up over onto me, my own left knee stabs up to crunch him hard in his own nuts. With a pain filled roar, I push up, and toss him off me, rolling to the opposite side, spinning up onto my left knee, breathing heavy, pain lancing through my brain, focusing hard, getting a handle on the pain, bringing my arms up to guard. This is one of the toughest bastards I’ve faced in a very long time.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: Yeah… I can feel I got him pretty well this time. That kick to his balls was a tough one, but this guy is also tough. He presses my nuts with his knee as well, and pushes me off him as I try to fight against the pain. I can feel the sweat running down my face as I rise on my knees as well while seeing Derek bringing his arms up to his guard. URGH… So much pain… No Kyle… Kyle relies on me. I can do this. I will do this. I raise on my feet as fast as possible, and throw a solid side kick aiming towards his face. He is tired now… I am also tired, but I won’t let go until he gives up. I’m so close I can feel it. I shouldn’t leave any space for him. After my kick, I do a left jab, right cross combo, aiming his face once again. Regardless, I am alerted for any kind of threat that may arise from Derek instantly as well. He is a strong, twisted, genius bastard after all…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: I heave up to my feet, a surge of power in my left leg driving me up. My right leg is throbbing in agony. I can put weight on it, but I can’t count on doing any fancy moves with it. My nuts are throbbing, but all that pain has to get shoved back into the corner, no time for that. My men need me, still trapped in the base. That Spaniard comes at me hard and fast, his foot swinging for my head. I lean backwards, letting the kick swing past my face. Then, he comes in hard and fast, a jab, which I block with my right forearm, then a right cross, fuck, I’m not quite fast enough, and that one clips my jaw, staggering me, making me taste some blood. I power through the pain, and focus, leading with my left leg, I drive into the Spaniard, throwing a series of rapid fire left jabs towards his jaw, followed by a savage uppercut with my right fist, hoping to sneak it in right between his guard and nail the underside of his jaw.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: How… Can a person be that good? Literally… I should have finished him by now. But he manages to rise on his feet at the same time with me, and he also dodges and blocks my sidekick and left jab. At least my cross also got him pretty hard. Then, he starts firing towards me, throwing lots of jabs towards my jaw which I block all of them with my elbows. My body is on fire now. Every single sense of mine feels very soon. Regardless, I need to move on… I need to keep fighting until he gives up. The moment I feel the jabs stop, I don’t hesitate and take a huge step back to gain some momentum. I start spinning around myself as well while dodging the uppercut of Derek unintentionally. It was just an opportunity I found before I could strike back. As his punch hits the air, I turn around myself, and strike with a spinning hook kick to his temple, trying to bring him down brutally. You… Are… Going... Down… Derek… After my kick, I can drag him down more with a stomp kick to his leg or stomach, depending on if he falls or not…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: The big Spanish bastard backpedals, avoiding my uppercut, but I don’t stand in place. I can’t really throw kicks, due to the way the fucker tried to carve up my right leg with his pigsticker, so I have to be ultra aggressive. I charge forward as he spins in place, my heavy weight smashing hard into his powerful muscled body while he’s still standing on one leg. His shin smashes hard into the side of thickly muscled right arm, as I reach out with my right hand to hook his knee. And fuck does it hurt, but it’s better than my temple. Meanwhile, I’ve got this Spaniard out of position, his leg partially tangled with my right arm, I smash my left fist as hard as I can into his balls, gonna make a Spanish omelette with his eggs, and drive him down hard to the ground, looking to fall on top of him into a full mount.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: I don’t hit the place I was expecting, and I can tell something is wrong as I feel Derek’s muscled arm surrounds my own knee. FUCK… This bastard is after something else… I don’t hesitate, as he grabs and stops my leg in the air, I throw myself backwards while grabbing his hand that is holding my knee. Meanwhile, as I let go of my body, I raise my other leg, trying to wrap it around his neck. As soon as we fall to the ground, I manage to put him in an armbar, hoping to break his arm. This could work out pretty well. I feel a strong punch on my other leg as I continue to fall to the ground, on my thigh. GRAH… I don’t hold myself back this time. I just swear in pain. That was his intention I guess, trying to hit my balls. But since we were falling to the ground, he only managed to hit my leg, but it still hurt. Come on Derek… Just give up…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Well fuck. He’s good. Damn fucking good. He seizes my right arm, pulling it hard between his legs, and swings his other leg up and over my left shoulder. He wants to fucking break my arm. We slam into the ground, with my arm wrapped up tight. My fist to his balls hits his leg instead. If this bastard hadn’t knifed my right leg, I’d heave him up before he can lock the armbar in and bodyslam him, but I can’t fucking manage it. But I’ll be damned if I let him straighten out his body to break my arm. I brace myself on my left boot, and HEAVE forward, rolling his body up, using my own body weight to pin him in place, driving his knees towards his chest, to keep him from straightening his body out and breaking my arm. This also lets me pivot off to my left side, helping use the momentum of my body to make it harder for him to hold onto my arm. My left knee drives down into his right bicep, drilling in deep, weakening his double grip on my right wrist. My left fist is free, and as I give a massive tug on my right hand to free it, I smash my left fist down with all my power, targeting his handsome, bearded Spanish jaw. With both his hands trying to hold onto to my right hand, he’s fucking defenseless. Let’s see him try and fight me with a broken jaw. I got to end this fight fast, my men, they need me, trapped in that base. Fuck this Spanish bastard!

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: On contrary to my dreams, Derek just makes this harder and harder for me. He doesn’t know this will cost him a lot. He pushes his body on top of me to both pin me to the ground, and also trying to prevent me from straighten the hold. This dude is fucking clever, and I fucking hate this fact. I can’t straighten the hold fully, but at least I got him in the armbar. While he moves his body to move to a more secured position, I tighten the hold, trapping his arm between my legs until I don’t need to hold it with my hands. He pushes his left knee to my right arm, and raises his own left fist to smash it directly to my face, but at that time, I manage to let go of his hand, and still hold his arm with my flexed thighs. Now I can protect myself from his attacks. I raise my elbow, and block his strike to my jaw with it. I whimper in pain as I absorb the pressure, then yell from ambition. I’m am SERIOUSLY fucking angry. After blocking his fist, I lean forward at first, trying to grab his hand as well in order to prevent him from attacking for the second time. Afterwards, I start flexing and stretching my own body towards my own left side. His arm is already trapped. I may just crack his arm by tightening towards the opposite side of his position. No Derek… I am NOT letting go…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: This bastard is fucking tough as nails, and relentless. He crushes his thighs together with enough force to lock my arm in place, but I manage to pull it just a bit more free than it was, as he lets go of my arm and blocks my fist with his left elbow. I hear this handsome Spanish fighter scream in rage, he seizes my left fist with his left hand, and twists himself over, to his left, in an attempt to torque my arm. FUCKING BASTARD. I smash my right knee directly into the sensitive spot on his thigh, directly over his hip bone, like hitting the emergency exit button for clenched thighs, to cause his thigh to weaken, allowing me to rip my right arm free. As I pull that arm free, I keep spinning, driving my left knee off his right arm to strike his jaw while my right hand takes up a guard position to protect my head. FUCK me but this piece of shit is tough. I got to get him finished off NOW. My men need me. Daniel needs me. FUCK THIS FUCKER.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: This fucking bitch doesn’t let go… Oh my goodness… Now, he just presses on my thighs’ sensitive spot, and forces me to weaken the hold on his arm. And even that little weakening creates a way for him to pull his arm off. Then, without realizing what the fuck is happening, I feel the sharpest pain I have felt until this time in this fight. His knee smashes into my jaw, and I feel a harsh CRACK. FUCK… FUCK HIM… FUCK DEREK FUCKING STEEL… He LITERALLY just broke my jaw. He… Oh… I… The pain is enormous, and suddenly, I feel myself at the edge of letting go. Oh god… It fucking hurts. I gasp for breath, look Derek as I try to mumble something. I am about to let go… My body won’t respond to my commands any longer. It’s now or never Antonio… I only have one chance before I am drained. God… Did I lose? No… No I didn’t… One more… My knee… He… He changed his position. I… I need to smash my knee to his head. My body is fucking shaking. I yell in pain once more, louder this time, raise my right knee all of a sudden, trying to smash it directly towards his face to throw him off me with all the strength I have. If not, I am done… I… Oh… Fuck… I can do it… For Kyle… I can do it… You FUCKING Derek…

10:19 AgentDerekSteel: Sometimes, sometimes…. All it fucking takes is one small mistake, one small miscalculation. How the fuck does this bastard move so fast? Just as I’m rewarded with the crunch of his jaw breaking, which ought to mean the fucker is knocked out, his knee flashes up like a thunderbolt towards my head. Well fuck. I shift my weight, pushing up with my right knee, to drive my body up, and take my head out of danger, but my quad chooses just that moment to spasm, paralyzed, weakened by that fucking knife wound. I realize in a flash that I won’t have time to dodge this one. Fuck me. Well, at least I managed to tell Daniel that I actually loved him. Ivan and Dave taught me that… Then, there is a huge explosion of light, as that knee smacks into my forehead, snapping my head back, the force of the blow knocking me out cold. My hard, hairy mercenary muscle collapses in a heap on top of that Spanish bastard, twitching once or twice.

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: I feel a satisfying crunch on Derek’s forehead, and then he falls on top of me. I am still trying to breathe heavily. Fuck… I did it… I did it… But… I didn’t think it would be that close. I underestimated Derek a lot. If I couldn’t knock him out now, I would probably be dead. It takes approximately 1 or 2 minutes for me to reach my earpiece, and press the button. “Diegoo… Comeee…. Fassssyy…” Fucking idiot bitch… I can’t fucking talk properly. It hurts like hell. And it’s not only that. My whole body is just aching and burning. This fucking idiot shoot me 3 times from my ribs, my chest, and my back. At least Diego and the others manage to reach me in time. One of them has a graze on his arm, but nothing serious. I guess they were also busy killing some more Syndicate men. One of them quickly grabs, and lifts me as the other two ties Derek up and drags him up.

11:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: “Mission accomplished… We are returning home… Leave whatever you are dealing with… Go to location C… Now...”

11:11 Antonio_Hernández: Then I hear Kyle’s voice. God… It’s amazing to hear his voice one more time. Thank god… At least I take this fucking bastard down. Now we are coming closer to the fun part. Moreover, Kyle’s request also benefits me. I can attract Daniel with Derek. This would heat up the tension. I mumble to my men. “Youuuu knooooww theeee plaaannn… Weeee areee nott goiiinnn Loocaaaatiooonnn C… It’s DDDD…” Fuck… I am so fucking tired, but at least my men arrived just in time. I hope Fernando is handling things okay. I will need a medic soon. Alright Derek… You and I will have some private time later on...

Front of the Egyptian Syndicate Base, Day 12, Late Afternoon

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I examine Derek’s reaction and his attempt to talk with Davies, but apparently, they are drugging our men inside. SHIT… Those fucking bastards… They really don’t know who they are messing around. Then, Derek kisses me on my cheek all of a sudden, and expresses his love one more time, in a very romantic way. I give him a weak smile, and rub his cheek in turn. “And if you ever dare to leave me alone after this mess, you are going to be in big trouble, because Daniel Allen may need to put you in his prison cage to prevent you getting hurt, Derek…” God… Please be safe Derek… After all these years, I finally started opening my heart for someone, and I just can’t lose him all of a sudden. We are just getting started… I… Is this love? Maybe… But I will have so much time to think about it later on. Right now, I need to focus. I watch Derek’s back as he heads towards the backside of the base while I start running towards the front side of our gate.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After we split up with Derek, I head to the front of the base, and… OH MY FUCKING LORD… These… Egyptian forces? But how did they find us? What is this attack all about? This is a well coordinated plan, but I can’t think about this right now. I reach for my radio, and take cover behind the wall of the garden of the house located opposite our center. “Georgie… Can you hear me?” But no response… Well.... TRIPLE FUCK… I hate everything that stands in my way. I take a deep breath, and slowly look at the front side of our “farm”. The security forces will not let our men go outside since they are constantly attacking, and if all of them stay inside for too long, it’s inevitable that they will lose consciousness. I NEED to do something… My breathing quickens, and without any hesitation, I take out my grenade, and throw it towards the security forces positioned there… And a big KABOOM… Yeah… The distraction… If I can distract them enough, I will be able to gain some time for our men. I mumble to my radio again. “Whoever reads this, try to get the weapons we are hiding in the locker room… It’s in the entrance area… That place may not be still affected by the knockout gas in the air... We can push them back... '' God… Oh fuck you… You wanna mess with Daniel Allen? I am going to show how it feels to mess with Daniel Allen…

11:11 Sgt_Ahmed_Salah: The Commander had briefed us all well, and each team had their mission. Ours was to breach the base’s front entrance, here, in this farmhouse which was actually concealing an entrance to an underground Syndicate base. Other teams were responsible for destroying their diesel generators, breaching the side entrance, and injecting sleeping gas into their ventilation system. Those Division prisoners we had captured with help from that MI6 detective, Kyle Byrne, had told us everything we wanted to know with a little persuasion. Kyle had worked with our commander to come up with this plan. Now, it was time to bring down fire onto these brutal criminals. We had thrown the explosives into the front of the house, and breached the door, now we just needed to hold position while we let the sleeping gas to it’s work, then we could charge in and take prisoners, and kill any who resisted. This would be an easy mission. We had caught them with their pants down. There were a few men who tried to rush out, but my troops had killed them easily. Soon, there would be no resistance inside.

11:11 Sgt_Ahmed_Salah: Suddenly there is a savage explosion in the midst of three of my squad, followed by terrible screams and a deafening roar in my ear. I throw myself to the ground, my ears ringing. It was a grenade!! I charge behind a rusty, dilapidated trailer, filled with rubbish, and as I try to get my ears clear of the ringing, I survey the situation, two of my men dead, and another badly injured. I have three men left, I bark into my radio, scanning the area, trying to figure out where that grenade came from, I order my three men to spread out, and find whoever threw that grenade. Luckily, the edge of the village is emptying quickly of civilians, who flee the scene with screams of terror, making it much easier to spot potential enemies.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Yeah… Apparently my grenade caught those idiot troops off guard. But I am not done of course… Those screams of their men are just a beginning… Their suffering has just started… I slowly look to the front side of the gate again. There is a Sergeant in the middle that orders his other men to look around to find the source of the grenade… If I can take this man out quickly, they will be defenseless. Or… If I hunt his men down one by one first, then I can secure the front gate slightly easier. I examine the movements of his men carefully. One of them starts coming here, and the others are moving away from the base. I wait until that guard approaches the garden’s entrance, and as I feel his presence, I reveal myself all of a sudden, and throw a hard, solid kick to his crotch. Because of the pain and surprise, the troop can’t react in time, and as he attempts to raise his rifle to shoot me, I throw my right elbow to his face, and knock him out. Yeah… Let’s see if their sergeant heard that or not…

11:11 Sgt_Ahmed_Salah: The ringing in my ears starts to subside, and I do a quick visual check for my three men. But, I could not see Baahir. I had sent him over to take cover on the other side of the garden wall, opposite the farm. WELL FUCK. I cursed to myself. Then, I selected a flashbang grenade from my belt, not wanting to risk a frag grenade for fear of harming Baahir, and threw it towards Baahir’s position before I sprang out from behind my cover just as the grenade went off spreading a huge blast of sound and light in the area behind the wall, covering the distance quickly to leap over the garden wall, drawing my knife and sidearm, catching sight of a big, huge muscled man lying next to Baahir’s unconscious body.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: As I was expecting another troop to come, a flashbang grenade greets me, and I throw myself to the side all of a sudden, closing my eyes and covering my ears with my hands, a huge explosion happens. URGH… I can feel the world is spinning around me slightly, but it’s not something I can worry about at the time. I slowly raise on all fours when another trooper enters the garden. Inhaling deeply, I throw a kick at his ankles with my left foot without even bothering to get up. I am going to finish this fucker, right here, right now. Hoping that kick would be enough to force that guy to lose his balance, I finally lifted up on my knee, and got my combat knife out. I hope I can gain enough time for my men to recover from this sudden, unpleasant surprise…

11:11 Sgt_Ahmed_Salah: Suddenly, that massively muscled man strikes out and kicks my ankle, and I stagger, fighting to maintain my balance. I reach out with my right side-arm wielding hand to steady myself on the garden wall. Just in time to catch this massive beast man getting up to his knee, and drawing his knife. I’m holding my own combat blade in my left hand, but there is no time to bring my right hand around before he can strike, so I heave myself forward, trying to land on top of him, and lashing out with my blade towards his knife-wielding arm.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: That Eygptian Sergeant rushes towards me, trying to slice me with his knife on his left hand. I grin, and roll on my left side, letting this soldier continue to rush and not strike anything like an idiot he is. As I land on my butt after my roll, I extend my left leg, and force him to trip up. This time he should lose his balance. After I do my move, I raise on all fours once again, and throw myself on that soldier’s back, trying to trap, push, and restrain him on the ground in order to finish him off quickly. I raise my own knife in the air, and swing it in the air, trying to cut that troop’s waist deeply and harshly.

11:11 Sgt_Ahmed_Salah: My foe is fast, and rolls out from under my descending blade, suddenly, I trip over his foot as he moves like the wind. I stagger, falling forward, already committed to my lunge. A heavy weight smashes on my back, driving me into the ground with a loud OOOMPFFFF.. Winding me. Must get free… His blade slices down hard, into my flak vest, and I realize he’s trying to kill me. I dig my boots into the dirt, and heave forward, twisting my right hand backwards, as I desperately try to get out from under him, firing a wild shot with my sidearm back towards him, having no time to aim.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I manage to pierce the bulletproof vest of the soldier, and he continues to struggle under me. Geez… They are really annoying, aren’t they? Small distractions in front of the big picture… That is not what I want. I can see he is reaching out for his sidearm, and without any hesitation, as he grabs it, I push his hand down, and force it to keep it pinned as he continues to pull the trigger wildly. With my other hand, I grab him by his hair, and smash his face to the ground harshly. This should paralyze him enough. Not wasting any time, I let go of his wrist, and slammed my knife into his neck, pushing it deeper until the troop finally stopped breathing. Taking small breaths, I slowly get off him, and turn to check the other troops of him. I need to take care of those other two men, clear the coast, then let our men escape this base.

11:11 Sgt_Ahmed_Salah: My hand is dashed to the ground, unable to reach him, firing desperately, until suddenly fire and agony erupts in my neck, I spasm, choke, and then everything fades to black.

11:11 Cpl_Youssef_Hassan: As we spread out, to find our assailant, I suddenly hear shouts and gunshots. I turn, as I crouch behind a small utility shed, and catch sight of a squad of what I judge to be Syndicate and Division guards rushing at us, but then two of their number drop dead. My heart soars, a sniper is supporting us! But… this is a problem, we cannot allow ourselves to get trapped between the farmhouse and reinforcements, even with a sniper to cover us. Where is Sgt Ahmed? He and Baahir are nowhere to be seen. It is just me and Pvt. Tarek now. Curses!!! I made a snap decision. We need a better defensible position until one of the other squads can support us. Where are they? There is heavy fighting in every direction, these Syndicate bastards are putting up more of a fight than we were lead to believe. I gesture to Tarek, and together the two of us, turn and with a surge of speed, dart into the smoldering farmhouse, taking up defensive positions near some broken out windows. Let them try and take us now!

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I slowly take cover behind the garden wall to see who is coming and who is not. SHIT… Where the fuck are our troops? They should have arrived here moments ago. And suddenly, I hear a huge KABOOM… And some screams probably belong to our own men… Geez… Fucking disgusting… They are surrounding us from everywhere. Alright… Time to change to plan B. “Ivan… If you read this, prepare the vans… We need to leave… IMMEDIATELY... Gather as many men as you can…” Nobody is coming to the front gate… I hate events like this. I need to clear the path, so we can create an escape. I was about to rush to the farmhouse before I see two other Egyptian Troops rushing in front of the base… Hmm… Alright then… Let’s play with them a little bit more. I take out my silenced gun, and aim for one of them’s head. If I can hit him, that may create enough time for me to distract the other troop.

11:11 Cpl_Youssef_Hassan: Suddenly, there is a scream, and an explosion of blood across the ruined farmhouse, I turn and to my horror, I catch sight of Tarek’s body flying backwards, his head ruined. I start to feel sick with fear. But then, there is a crash behind me, and I turn to catch sight of a huge Spanish mercenary running towards me keeping low. He kneels beside me. “What’s the situation?” He speaks Arabic, and with a good accent. I don’t have time to be surprised, but reply, “The Syndicate have some kind of elite trooper out there, he’s killed the rest of my squad, and now it’s just me.”

11:07 Fernando: I nod to Antonio, and leave him to the task of taking Derek Steel. I have my mission, and I will see it done. I am Antonio’s second in command, and he trusts me like he trusts the back of his hand. I will do this. I charge forward, hearing a scream and more gunfire from the front of the house, I smash through the window, and stay low, coming forward to find a sole Egyptian Corporal crouching near a window. He explains the situation, and with a quick glance at the scene outside the farmhouse, I understand exactly what has happened. and I speak in hard, clipped Arabic, giving orders, not suggestions. “Keep him pinned down. He has to be behind that garden wall. It is the only logical spot that would both conceal him and provide him a line of sight on the man he just killed.” Then, as the Corporal nods, he begins firing bursts with his assault rifle towards the garden wall to keep whoever is behind it pinned down. I nod, take out my knife in my right hand, and charge, leaping through the broken window and running across the small yard towards the garden wall, staying quiet, and ducking low in front of the wall, listening hard for any hint of movement or activity in between the bursts of assault rifle fire from the Egyptian corporal, so I know where behind the wall our mystery Syndicate soldier is hiding.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Yes… One of the troops fell to the ground motionless, and I was about to sprint to the front gate, when suddenly, the other Eyptian troop started firing at me over and over again. I am forced to cover once more, and hide myself behind the wall. Geez… THEY ARE FUCKING PISSING ME OFF… How the HELL am I supposed to prepare the vans we need to use to escape if I can’t reach the base? Not that I am talking about these idiotic Security Forces costing us ANOTHER base. Then I can tell, just before he also reaches the wall, and even though there are gunshots, someone is coming closer. I put my gun in its place once again, and take out my combat knife. My eyes narrow. I can’t attack him first, because he is on the other side, and as soon as I reveal myself, that soldier might shoot me. Though, if I can force him to come inside the garden, I can take him out, then the Eygptian soldier. I grab a stone from the ground, and throw it to the other side of the garden to imply that “the mysterious Syndicate man” moved to that place. So if he enters the garden while looking towards that spot, I can jump on his back, and restrain him quickly. I take my stance, ready to jump on that dude as soon as I see him.

11:07 Fernando: There is a lull in the gun fire, and suddenly, I hear the tink of a stone hitting another stone on the other side of the garden. My eyes narrow, but I don’t leap immediately. Instead, I quickly analyze the situation. That wasn’t the kind of noise that would be made if someone was moving around, trying to be silent. That was the kind of noise that would be made when someone deliberately throws a rock. That means… that this mystery soldier is not at that end of the garden, but this end… I wait until the Egyptian soldier fires another burst from his assault rifle, then I use the noise to cover the sound I make as I scramble in the opposite direction of the noise I heard, further along the wall. Then I wait… gather myself, combat knife in hand, for another burst of gunfire, and then, I vault over the wall, and yes, there he is, his back to me! I leap towards him from behind, he’s not wearing a flak vest, this will be an easy kill. I catch sight of two more bodies, clearly he’s already killed at least two other Egyptians. But he won’t kill anymore. I raise my blade, prepared to drive my combat knife deep into his back.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I waited for someone to appear from the garden entrance, but no one entered the garden. That’s odd. A normal soldier wouldn’t hesitate to enter after hearing that kind of noise. But this one… Is different… Then suddenly, I hear some kind of rustling sound, and I don’t hesitate. I move to the left side, and turn as I do to see that soldier trying to jump on me. FUCK ME… That was SOO close. My eyes widen in amazement as he falls to the ground, and without any hesitation, I throw a harsh soccer kick to his ribs to paralyze him… This one is indeed better… But the thing is, he can’t be Eygptian. He looks Mediterannean… That is so odd. This is not a simple operation, that’s for sure. Regardless, time to kill and make this man suffer for wasting my time. I raise my own knife in the air, and swing it downwards, trying to stab this dude in his back.

11:07 Fernando: Well, that Egyptian soldier was not lying, this is some kind of elite commando. He catches the slight rustle as I leap, and throws himself off to the side. I land in the soft dirt on one knee, just in time to catch his heavy boot smashing into my ribs. I groan in agony, doubling up, but realizing I have to control this pain or I’m dead. My ribs are aching as though they’d been hit with a hammer. Gritting my teeth, I catch movement off to my side, and I throw myself down on my belly, and roll towards him. His knife stabs into the dirt as my body slams into his legs. Still holding my knife, I stab with my blade, looking to drive it into his left thigh.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Hmm… No… This guy is not an ordinary Egyptian Commando for sure. Something is WEIRDLY wrong here. I can’t help but to feel confused, and still, I know I need to take this resourceful dude out as well. He rolls just in time to avoid my blade attack. My eyes narrow, and without any hesitation and wasting any time, I drop my knife, and with my left hand at first, reach to his wrist that is holding the knife as he attempts to stab my thigh. No will do, nope… Not that easy, boy… As I struggle to push his wrist away, I slowly lower myself on top of him, my left knee starts pressuring his stomach, and I put my body weight on him from that point, while holding that wrist of his with both of my hands now. I can smash it down to the ground harshly. And as soon as I manage to pin it to the ground with my left hand, I can free my right hand, and smash my fist into his cheek.

11:07 Fernando: He seized my hand before I could sink my blade into his thigh. FUCK. He’s good. I look up into his face, and realize that this is Daniel Allen. Fuck. I don’t let the thought distract me. He’s a big man, and he’s on top of me, and my arm is getting outmuscled. Then, his knee spikes deep into my hard-muscled abs, making me fight to breathe, robbing my strength, suddenly, he grabs my wrist in both hands, and bashes my hand hard to the ground, making me drop my knife. My left hand reaches down and pulls out my holstered gun. He smashes his right fist down towards my face just as I bring my gun to bear on him. I don’t have time to aim carefully, but as his fist smashes deep into my face, I’m pretty sure I put a bullet in his arm at least. Pain explodes in my face, and my body spasms. He hits very, very hard. I fight through the pain, trying hard to regain control of my body. I hope that bullet bought me the time I need.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Just as I was about to punch this fucker’s face, when he draws a gun, and shoots all of a sudden. I can’t help but yell in agony. “AHHHHHH…” Oh fuck this bitch… He shot me from my right bicep. The bullet sank deep in my arm, and stayed there. At least that is going to stop bleeding for some time. But GRAH… It fucking hurts. I start seeing red… This little fucker dared to shoot Daniel Allen? Oh I am going to get him so FUCKING hard. I slam his other trapped hand to the ground harshly once again, and throw my head towards him, without any mercy. I am going to turn this fucking bitch into oblivion, forgetten in these Egyptian Lands. But after my attack, I felt the sharp pain in my arm, and I suddenly got off him, kicking the gun away from his hand before taking some steps away from him. FUCK… I need to reach the front gate very soon.

11:21 Inspector_Kyle_Byrne: “Mission accomplished… We are returning home… Leave whatever you are dealing with… Go to location C… Now...”

11:07 Fernando: I get my shot off, but then my hand is slammed brutally to the ground again, and one more his head smashes into my face, and I see stars, I think he broke my nose… blood is pouring down my face, and my body is twitching as he kicks my gun away. Shit… I need to get up, but my head is spinning. He just kicked my gun away. Fuck. But this is no time to give in to pain. I move, or I die. Despite my agony, I force myself to roll quickly to the side, leaving a trail of blood. I stumble up, and half jump, half fall over the garden wall, where the Egyptian soldier can cover me with his rifle. It was time to go. Time to leave now.

10:17 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I shook my head to focus on this bastard Meditarrean as he rose on his feet. His bloody face is a mess now, but the sad thing is that I couldn’t finish him like I wanted. I was about to charge at him once again, but he suddenly jumped over the garden wall Ahhhh… He was lucky this time. I could have taken him down, but I REALLY need to reach my men. I take out my flashbang grenade, and throw it towards the Eyptian soldier’s hiding place. I hope they really fucked off, because I do not want to waste anymore time. I take cover behind the wall one more time, then look at the front gate. Ivan appears there, thank god. But… Where the fuck is Derek? “Derek? Derek, do you read me?” No reply? My guts suddenly clench. I hope it’s only a fault with the radio that he was carrying. I spring towards the front gate. Time to fucking leave this hell hole called Egypt.

Published: 2021-07-19, viewed 46 times.

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