Agents Universe

For the full collection of stories in this book, Trouble Down Under, and the other related stories see Agents Universe - Rise of the Syndicate

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad had been under heavy sedation ever since I smuggled him out of Brazil to our secure holding facility in the Outback. Buried underground, hidden, impenetrable, this would be his new home until he broke. Brad’s naked, well-muscled, tattooed body was tied to a simple metal chair, with heavy swaths of zip-tie to secure his ankles and wrists to the frame of the chair. The room was dark, except for a single bright light, spotlighting Brad’s busted up face. I sat in a chair across from him, in one corner of the room, leaning forward on my elbows. I still ached a bit from the wounds I’d received at Brad’s hands in our fight in Brazil. But he was in worse shape. The reason I’d waited as long as I had to wake him up was to let him recover a bit, so we could hurt him again.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: On the other side of the room, there was a big burly guard, doubling as an orderly. He looked over at me in the dim light, and I nodded. The big armed beast walked up to Brad and injected the cocktail of drugs into his muscled right shoulder designed to restore him to full consciousness. This was going to be fun.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I died three times before waking up. The first was on the beach in Thailand as Trevor and I fought naked. Except this time, Trevor toyed with me. He let me hit him, let me put every ounce of my alpha power into him and it didn’t phase him. For minutes, he humored me, then he humbled me. He broke me down easily then, ribs, face, arms and legs. Full destruction as I lay limp and unmoving in the sand, minus the involuntary twitching, my cock shriveled and defeated having been raped by him repeatedly, he knelt down over me. “I always have been the better fighter, and always will be.” Then he snapped my neck

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I jerked with a start, a dull humming sound in the background which quickly dissipated as a skeleton hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me back to the darkness. This hairy motherfucker was right in front of me, back in the hotel room. I still couldn’t figure out who the hell he was but he was big, muscled, hairy and pissed. He was out for revenge, that much was clear. Just like with Trevor, I couldn’t even dent him, frustration building rapidly as he took and toyed with me everything I could put out. He had a wicked smile - it was cold and deadly and when he was ready, he unleashed it and his body to decimate mine. He beat me for what felt like an eternity, turning me into a bloody rag doll. The rape was intense, his horse-sized manhood was nearly 16”, tearing me open as my screams could be heard by nobody. After he was done, he broke my back, dropping me down over the back of the sofa in the hotel room, then folding me into a pretzel and pulling up hard until it cracked. He rolled me over and mounted me, looking down with hate in his eyes then took my eyes, my body twitching, his thumbs driving deep into my head and optic nerve till I succumbed from the pain.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Again I jerked awake, my body laying horizontally. I was in pure panic mode, my body spasming as I started to thrash wildly. I didn’t feel the pin prick but I did feel the grip on the hand, pulling me back again into the darkness. The void was dark, all black. Even his shirt and pants were black. But his face was not. Derek Steel stood in front of me. I was floating, naked, bloodied, bruised and battered but looking down on myself from overhead. ‘I only recruit alpha men to the Syndicate, Sterling. And clearly you are failing.’ He walked around me slowly, reaching out to grab my left thigh as I winced in pain, shouting in agony as he penetrated what looked like a knife wound. He smiled, then shifted in between my legs, my manhood rock hard and at eye level. I looked down my battered body straight into his eyes. It was a complicated message he was sending - a combination of love, determination, fear and disappointment. My mind was going crazy as he pulled a knife from his belt, grabbing a hold of my balls and pulling downward. He ran the knife up and down them, shaving them tight. “There is no option for failure. Compromise us, and I will ensure your death is as painful and long as possible.” Then he stopped shaving and put the blade's edge up against my sac.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I stirred violently, feeling the cold metal against my back and ass. I wavered slightly but realized quickly that my body was tied down, the soreness from the binding quickly settling in. I let out a slight groan, feeling the injuries coming back to life in the dim-lit room. Slowly I opened my eyes, sweat and grime encrusted as they took time to focus, breathing slowly as the man from my second dream came into focus. “You again?” I croaked.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: This interrogation was my special project from now until as long as it took to break Mr. Sterling. I’d gotten approval from high up the chain. This was the ASG’s moment to shine in the battle against the Syndicate, and I was leading the effort. I was personally and professionally invested in accomplishing the mental destruction of Brad Stirling. Then, after he had broken, we would quietly dispose of him. Here, in this top-secret facility, we had extreme leeway in how we carried out our mandate to ensure the security of Australia. I watched the man who killed Trevor as he began to spasm and shudder, a side effect of the cocktail of drugs we injected him with to bring him out of his prolonged sedation. I watched him, his face illuminated by the single bright light shining into his eyes as he started to come around.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: His eyes began to slowly open. I waited, patiently. Observing him from the cold, calm centre of my mental fortress of ice. I’d been looking forward to this moment for a very long while. Finally, he croaked out some words. I walked forward. I was dressed in a simple white dress shirt, a pair of black slacks with a simple belt, and some black shoes. I finally spoke, “You were expecting, perhaps, Andres Balfanzo?” I chuckled, but there was no sound of humor in my voice. “No, Mr. Stirling, I’m afraid you won’t be doing the fucking around here. You are already royally fucked. You and every last one of those worthless sacks of shit you work for.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “Thanks for the obvious, Tommy Lee Jones,” I reply sarcastically, mocking your attire as just another Men In Black crony, squinting to get a look but not able to see much of your face given the light in mine. “Do I at least get to die knowing who the fuck you are because, I’ll tell you, you are a tough motherfucker. I’ll give you that. Unfortunately, given my current situation, it’s unlikely I’ll get a rematch with you, so consider yourself lucky for that.” I knew enough from his voice - someone in the ASG for sure - but who was this alpha of theirs if it was not Trevor.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I walk forward a bit closer. “My name, Brad, is Jeff Rogers. I am the lead field agent of our Anti-Syndicate Operations Division. And.. Trevor’s mentor.” I kept my voice cold, ice cold. Then, casually, I walked up to Brad’s chair and put the heel of my shoe in between his legs, against his cock and balls. “I was a bit disappointed in you, Brad. You’ve been developing quite the reputation as Steele’s chief cock sucker, I expected a tougher fight. Did he ever mention to you how close I came to ending his pathetic life? But it seems now, through you, I have a second chance to do the world a favor. You will lead me right to him. So, let’s cut to the chase.” I look around this room. “We are off the radar here, Brad. There are no rules, no geneva convention, none of that bullshit that we need to worry about. The remainder of your sorry life will be full of suffering … unless you talk.” My eyes gleam like hard diamonds as I lean closer to Brad’s face.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My wits start to come back online, the throbbing of my head making it a slower process but slowly it’s coming into place. Looking and listening at this big man, it was clear he was the real deal. He brought his foot up against my manhood, flacid but about 5.5” sitting soft as he didn’t pressure them, just looking to threaten. “Can I start?” I asked him, not waiting for his answer. “I like to talk. The first thing I want to talk about is that it’s not Steele’s chief cocksucker. I’m his nut cupper. Get it right. Second, you are full of shit. You are Seth Williams. That was Trevor’s mentor and it now all starts to make sense. It was a shame what I had to do with him. He wanted to be a hero, just like you do…” I say, my voice trailing off, a weak smile coming to my face as I’m starting to piece things together.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I smile. He saw right through my little lie. He knows exactly who I am. And his answer is everything I had hoped it would be. My smile stays plastered on my face as I explode into sudden violence. My foot smashes forward with a surge of my heavy, hairy, beefy muscle, driving into Brad’s soft package with a nice little squish, and enough force to bowel his chair right over, slamming him down onto his back. I pull my foot back, and with a precise, measured strike, bury the toe right in his fucking right hand ribs. His comments about Trevor pissed me off, but I was in control of my rage. This was just business. Just my job. And at times like this, boy did I ever love my job. “Thank you Brad. You have made me a happy man. I’m going to enjoy fucking you up.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I wasn’t lying when I said I liked to talk. That would be the only truth I’d tell this motherfucker as I watched him smile, clearly enjoying the answer as much as I enjoyed giving it. I didn’t enjoy the outcome, even though I knew it would be coming. The big man’s foot as he pounded it into my sensitive package, compressing it brutally into my body as my heavy balls had already been exposed and hanging off the chair. The nausea came quickly but like the yell, I suppressed it, a loud hissing sound the only thing to escape as the pain radiated through my body, the chair falling backward with me in it, tied tightly with the zip ties. THe follow up kick pounds into my already hurting body, exposed to the punishment with my arms tied down. “Hopefully you’ll be more effective than Trevor was,” I say, reminding him again of his protege, looking back at your eyes, breathing a bit more quickly but holding his gaze, fearless, a little bit of crazy in them as I want you to know this won’t be easy for you.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I looked down at Brad as he lay there on the ground, hissing but not screaming. Not yet, anyways. In time. He would in time. He made another comment about Trevor, and once again I suppressed a spike of rage. He could try to bait me, but I wasn’t about to bite. I smile broader. “Oh yes. Far more effective, and I have all the time in the world here.” That was not quite true. The higher ups expected results. But… it wasn’t exactly false either. I could deal with their pressure for results. Brad was a tough nut. He wouldn’t break easily. Next time, I will push him hard and brutally. But… for the next 24 hours, I would soften him up, keep him from getting any sleep, and begin to wear down his resistance. Then, I would see. I didn’t say anything further to Brad, other than roughly righting his chair again, tipping it back up onto its feet. I turned and walked to the corner. I spoke to the guard, “You have your instructions. Someone will be in to relieve you in six hours. If he speaks, if he makes any kind of noise, if he looks at you funny, if he shuts his eyes, if he tries to fall asleep, whip him.” I turn to Brad, speaking, “Have a pleasant night Brad.” The guard, huge, bulky, an over muscled brute, had a bullwhip at his side, and he was looking eager to use it.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Seth picks me up as the chair rocks back and forth before settling upright. “Leaving so soon,” I ask, a shit eating grin coming to my face. “I have so much to talk about, Seth. And I really do want to hear the story about how Steel let you live to see another day. He’s just toying with you, just like all of us are.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I sit quietly as the door clangs shut, not even getting a second glance from the Aussie agent. For at least 15 minutes, I don’t do anything, considering my options. This was quite the pickle I’d gotten myself into. The Syndicate would be furious. My capture was a failure that pointed straight at me and nobody else. Pursuing pleasures away from work and putting myself in a compromised situation, the Syndicate would not find that amusing in the slightest. In fact, it was known that if you got caught, they weren’t coming to save you with the cavalry. I was going to die here, unless I talked. If I talked…fuck that, I don’t squeal. That’s how I got to where I was today. I needed to escape.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I looked around the room. It wasn’t terribly big, square and empty of almost anything except this FUCKING LIGHT THAT IS GOD DAMN PIERCING MY EYES. I rolled my neck, looking like I was uncomfortable but actually focusing more on the ceiling, corners of the room, anything I could see away from the beam coming directly at me. The room was empty, even of cameras it seemed. Seth wasn’t kidding about the Geneva convention not applying. The government wasn’t even risking that a camera filmed what happened in this shit box.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The reality was that if I was going to escape, I needed to try soon because the longer I was here, the more locked down they would make this place. For all I knew through that wall there was an alley and freedom in downtown Sydney. I decided the best thing to do was wait for the relief crew to come in. In the meantime, I kept studying the guard. It felt like 4 hours had passed before I opened my mouth. “Hey mate, can I get some water?” Wanting to test just how strict the no talking policy was going to be.

12:26 Private_Duncan_Harrison: I stood by the door, as Captain Seth walked out, and didn’t react to his instructions. I had my orders. That little speech was just for the dickwad’s benefit. I didn’t even know who the fuck he really was, that was above my pay grade. All I knew is that he had gotten far, far on the wrong side of the fence to end up here. I’d seen them before, tough fuckers, bad-asses, from all over the world. They came in acting tough as shit, and they left dead. You don’t leave this place. It’s a one way trip. I know better than to step out of line down here. You follow orders to the letter. So, as soon as the muscled up, tattoed tough-ass fucking yankee opened his mouth, I pulled out my bullwhip, and cracked it with expert efficiency, snapping the tip right in the middle of his right pec with a loud CRACKKKKKKKKKKK.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The whip flies at me and lands straight against my thickly muscled right pec, blood coming to the surface as I don’t flinch or even acknowledge it. ‘But a scratch,’ I think to myself but it’s abundantly clear that this motherfucker is going to be following orders. I shift in the chair, uncomfortably but continue to look at the guard, wanting to see how he handles each shift of my body, curious if even that will lead to demerits that bring about the whip. The shifting is actually an attempt to move my penis as I spread my leg a bit wider to let it fall to the left more. The line up was near perfect as I closed my eyes for a minute, staying still again. Then I released a stream of urine directly toward this motherfucker with the whip, looking to drench his pant leg and even more if I could just get the range.

12:26 Private_Duncan_Harrison: My eyes narrowed as the shit head barely flinched as the bullwhip lashed into his thickly muscled right pec, despite the blood it brought to the surface. But he didn’t speak again, so I went back into my duty posture. This one, I could tell was going to be fucking trouble, and no mistake. Then, suddenly, he starts shifting, wriggling, adjusting himself. Whatever. I didn’t give a fuck. Wriggling wasn’t punishable, according to the Captain. But what he did next… I looked at him in fucking astonishment as his cock suddenly sprayed a stream of piss right towards my pant leg. Did he have a fucking death wish? I suddenly started to feel a burning rage. For the next five hours, I was gonna have to sit here smelling like piss. I grabbed my whip, lashed it out, sent the tip to fucking CRACKKKK against his left thigh, burning a fucking ravine of fire across that muscled thigh of his, keeping my expression blank, but pouring all that rage into an extra savage lash. That dirty, mother fucking piece of shit. I hoped when it was time to “dispose” of him, that I'd get the honors. I’d love to paint the wall with his fucking brains, the dirty fucker.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I could see this lemming’s face turn sour as I landed straight on his pant leg, making me chuckle a little bit inside, even if I kept a straight face. Then the whip came back without even a comment. Instinctively, I flexed my body against the impact, tensing myself as it ripped into my left thigh, blood leaking already in a thin line down from my pec and now surfacing on my thigh. Along with the flex, I pressed my feet against the ground and pushed up on my toes, throwing my weight, and mostly momentum into it and tipped the chair backward, falling back into the same position I was in before. I landed on my back, still lashed to the chair but now the guard and his whip couldn’t really do anything to hit me, unless he came over to deal with it. It might be a long few hours in this position if he didn’t but I need to keep testing, keep probing to find a way to turn the tide in my favor.

12:26 Private_Duncan_Harrison: The fucking idiot took my whip strike without flinching, and by dong some crazy assed shit with his feet, pushed himself over on his back. That little stunt definitely fell within the parameters of needing action, but what the fuck? We weren’t supposed to move from our position, and we weren’t allowed to speak. We weren’t allowed to do anything except strictly follow orders. Fuck me. I don’t get paid enough to deal with shit like this. Then, I realize, I can still reach his feet with my whip. I pull out my bullwhip, and snap it, the heavy tip searing like a thunderbolt into the sick fucker’s left sole of his foot.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I growl out as the whip snaps and hits the soul of my foot. That fucking hurt, swallowing the pain beyond the growl but gritting my teeth and closing my eyes in a place that this lackey couldn’t see. I turned again, throwing my weight to the left and tipping the chair sideways. And in the process, the tie on my left wrist loosened. I lay on my left side, and shifted my momentum more, turning my body away from the guard and his whip, creating an angle that would force him to move to get a clean shot at my feet or my head while the chair covered most of my body. I flexed my forearm and bicep away from his view as the cord dug into my wrist. I stretched it more with the pull as it started to eat into the skin, a few drops of blood coming to the skin surface before it was pulled far enough off the chair for me to slide it out.

12:26 Private_Duncan_Harrison: Well fuck. This bastard shit-bag yank is really pissing me off now. He squirms and wriggles like some kind of eel and turns his body away from me. I hesitate, I’m not supposed to leave my post, but I’m also supposed to punish any infraction. Well, fuck it. There ain’t no cameras in here. I started to walk over to adjust him so I had a good angle on him..

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Slowly i brought my free hand across my waist and to my right wrist, my body still turned away from the guard, moving as slowly and carefully as possible as I worked on the right wrist binding, pulling similarly against it to stretch it slowly, just enough that i could free that arm from the chair. I kept it in place and waited, knowing that I'd have at least a chance when someone decided to come and pick me up.

12:26 Private_Duncan_Harrison: Keeping a straight, expressionless face I stride over, bending down to grab the back of his chair and heave him back up to his feet.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As the big oaf lowers himself to pick me back up, I am ready, sensing and then seeing him get close. He reaches down and grabs the back of the chair, standing a little in front of me. He starts to pick me up and as my weight starts to settle and the chair moves upright, when I spring, my arm flies free from the chair and grabs the knife hilt sticking off the right side of his belt. I pull out the 7” blade and twist my wrist, turning it toward him and driving the knife straight into his thigh. I stand up, the chair hugging my naked ass and back hampering my lower body movement but that doesn’t matter. I quickly twist the knife and pull out looking to open the wound, then grab for his shoulder trying to turn him toward me so that I can slice the knife again straight across his throat. My hand flies over his mouth, looking to contain any sound he might make as best as I can, knowing guards would not be far.

12:26 Private_Duncan_Harrison: Suddenly, as I pick up his chair, the mother fucking piece of shit’s arm streaks out to my tactical belt, and before I can even react my thick, heavy muscled thigh erupts in paralyzing agony. I gasp in utter shock. How the fuck did he get his arm free? I’m trying to react, reaching with my other hand towards my sidearm, but I’m too slow, stunned by the shock, caught off guard, and he rips the blade out, causing another explosion of gut-wrenching agony from my gruesomely ripped open thigh. Before I can fight through the pain, he grabs my shoulder turning me to face him, and then suddenly I realize my throat has been cut wide open. I try to scream, but his hand covers my mouth… and… then… everything goes black.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I hold onto the big guard, almost tipping over from his weight coupled with the soreness that was all across my body from the fight and subsequent restraining. I slowly lowered him to the group as the spasming of his body slowed and death was officially settled in. “Fucking dumb ass goon,” I say quietly crouching next to him. There was no point in trying to hide him. I needed to escape as quickly as I could. ‘His clothes would not do,’ I thought to myself. ‘They were about 3 sizes too big even though they looked 3 sizes too small in the groin area.’ I debated quickly whether to bring the whip or the knife. A belt naked around my waist would be a hot look but wildly ineffective if I needed to be mobile. And what would I do with a whip…I had a lot of training but whip training was not one, at least when it came to combat. That sex whip from 2 years back though when I was with that bitch in Vegas…wait what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I collected the knife and whip and went straight for the corner. There was a vent that I had seen earlier in the ceiling that I immediately moved for. If this was booby trapped I wouldn’t get far but going out the front door wasn’t usually a good idea either. I lifted and removed the cover and then did a muscle up to get up into the ventilation shaft. I crawled straight ahead, feeling the breeze on my ass and knowing that would lead to a place I could get out. I passed two other grates and kept going, making a right at a junction, then passing another three grates before stopping. I was far enough away that it might be hard to find me. Listening to silence for a good two minutes, I opened the grate a little and peered into the room. It was an office, an important looking one at that. I looked down on a desk filled with papers, a computer terminal and some leather office furniture.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I shifted my body and groaned a bit, dropping down on top of the desk. Climbing down from there, I paused and looked at the paperwork. The ASG screensaver was running on the computer but the paperwork on the desk caught my attention. One stack, neatly in place, had Top Secret written on the top, codenamed Erebus. I started to flip through the pages, quickly dissecting that this was a project being worked on with the Americans and the Brits. I skimmed through more, seeing schematic diagrams and charts about power stations and electrical grids. Then the acronym EMP stood straight off the page. Looks like they were developing an ultra-miniaturized long-range EMP bomb capable of destroying all electronic equipment in a several hundred mile radius that could fit in a suitcase. This was a game changer. I continued looking through it, project plans showing the development timelines, a note mentioning that Captain Seth Williams was in charge of arranging security for the project, but there was no mention of where it was being developed. There was a note that the prototype would be shipped to San Diego, but not the means of transport.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I’m taking a nap when suddenly, an alarm blares out. What the fuck? I hurl myself out of bed, pull on my suit pants and throw on a t-shirt. I strap my tactical belt around my waist, loaded down with a knife, a baton, a sidearm, and a heavy-duty taser. I run out into the hall as the duty officer rushes up to me, “It’s the prisoner, the Syndicate agent we had in cell 2-A. Pvt. Harrison is dead, gutted like a fucking pig with his own knife. The prisoner has vanished! How?” I charge past the duty officer at a dead run. Fuck these guards. All muscle, no brains. It suited us to a certain point, we needed men down here who followed orders and kept their mouths shut, and unfortunately, brains were a detriment to that requirement. I slammed into the cell, looking around. I scanned the room, thinking quickly. I look everywhere.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I wrap myself in that cold, emotionless, ruthless logic that serves me so well in combat. I pick up every detail… and then, there it is. Of course. The ventilation shaft. I examine it closely, the screws are missing. Clever Brad. Very clever. I turned to the duty officer, “I want every single room linked to this branch of the ventilation system searched now.” He looks at me stupidly, then I shout, “NOW. Look there. He got out there. Now get them searched this instant.” Fuck. This facility was one of two black sites in Australia, used to house and run the most secret of projects. There was no fucking way Brad could escape, but he could do a lot of damage in other ways. He was going to pay.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: There was a picture on the desk of a man with his family, a general clearly based on his military dress - some fucking happy go lucky military family event that he must have taken this at. I kept reading through the documents, curious what these governments were planning with this EMP device. As my hand hits the keyboard, breaking the screensaver the machine asks for a password. ‘Well at least that’s better than their guards. No time for…’ Then my heart nearly skipped a beat.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: ‘Old fuck,’ I laugh out loud. The general had left a list of passwords on a sticky note next to the computer. There were three but the second one worked when I typed it in. ‘Jackpot.’ I said to myself. I opened a web browser and immediately hit a website on the dark web that was controlled by the Syndicate. It was a proxy site, one that led to a series of a thousand more proxy sites. It was a hidden web where an agent could connect and message something to the Syndicate. It would get compromised, but it was designed for that. Messages that came in were swept off machines in seconds and then the machine that took the message was decommissioned.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I started typing into the browser a message that was already scrambled. Syndicate agents were trained in a secret language that allowed us to drop messages to each other. ‘Black Lion captured by ASG,’ I typed, converting it in my head then through the keyboard into our secret language. ‘Believed to be in Australia. EMP device being developed by Aussie/American/Brits. Will be transported from Australia to America soon. Need extraction help.’

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I hit enter and the page went black, accepting the text and recording the IP from where the transmission came. Now I needed to hope and pray that they’d come. Or my days as the Black Lion were fucked. I got up from the computer and walked to a foot locker, opening it to find the general’s formal wear. I wasn’t going to pass for him but the underwear and green pants would do. I pulled them on, my body feeling achy and sore still as I flexed my abs and pecs, then grabbed the belt and slid that around my waist. I grabbed a knife, the same standard issue I had used to kill dumb fuck guard and then moved toward the door. I listened and didn’t hear anything, slowly opening it up.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I send the duty officer back to his post to organize the other guards and get them out here on the double. Meanwhile, I follow the ducting manually, tracing it over to a row of offices just a few corridors down. I reasoned that he would try to get out of the ventilation shaft as soon as possible to catch his bearings and find more weapons. It’s what I would do in his position. I walk quickly, but silently, not making any unnecessary noise. I’m about to turn the corner towards the row of offices that would be the first logical point to exit the ventilation shaft, when suddenly, I hear the creak of a door opening. There should be no one here this time of night, especially not after that alarm. I flatten myself against the wall, then not wanting to kill the bastard. We need him alive, I pull out my taser in my left and knife in my right, throwing myself around the corner, spying Brad dressed in an officers’ formal trousers. I almost want to laugh, as I pull the trigger, firing my taser aimed right for the middle of the fight-trained, thick chest of Brad’s.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My eyes are peeled and the coast is clear. The door opens slowly as I step out into the hallway. I dart my eyes to the right to check around the door and that is when I hear the click. Instant pain radiates through my chest as I look back and see Seth Williams holding out the taser, multiple wires embedded into my chest as I convulse, knowing this motherfucker got the best of me again, just as the lights went out and I collapsed to the floor, muscles spasming as the pain and shock wash over my body, already in a weakened state.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I stride forward, re-holstering my taser, a grim, no-nonsense expression on my bearded face. I’m still aching from my fight a week ago with Brad, but I move quickly without any wasted effort, my hard, hairy combat-trained muscle reacting from instinct. I drop down on top of Brad’s spasming, jerking muscle, driving my knee deep into the middle of his solar plexus, driving all the air out of his lungs. I clench my right fist, gather the power in my hard, muscled arm, and smash my fist into the side of Brad’s neck, targeting his carotid artery to knock him the fuck out. I grab his half-dressed, hard tattooed muscle and heave it over my shoulder, gritting my teeth as my aching muscle protests loudly. I ignore the pain, deep in the zone, and stride back to the holding cell for this mother fucking too-clever piece of Syndicate shit.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I pull a table from the middle of the room, and drag it out to the middle of the room, hooking it with my foot. I dump Brad’s body on the table, rip the trousers off him so he is naked again, and quickly secure Brad’s ankles and wrists to four grommets spaced around the table for just that purpose. No more fucking ziptie for this bastard. I make a call to the duty officer, telling him to cancel the alarm. Harrison’s body has been removed, and now it’s just me and Brad. Time to wake this fucking bastard up. I adjust the light so it’s glaring down into Brad’s face. I lean over Brad’s body, reach down and grab the base of his balls, my hand reaching around his hairy scrotum. I squeeze, pull, expose those big, hairy balls, and without an ounce of emotion, other than some satisfaction, I smash my fist down into those balls, flattening them against the metal table Brad is lying down on.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The electricity stops going through my body as I arch my back in pain. I’d been taser’d a couple of other times before and your skin and body felt like they were on fire from the insides. I breathed heavily and quickly, turning onto my back and looking up into the haze above me. I’m going to kill this fuckin prick, I thought to myself as I saw his shadow come over me. His bodyweight fell straight down onto me as I tried to clench but he pushed the air out of my chest, then before I could even realize what was happening, darkness ensued, my body going limp at his calculated strike to my neck.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The skeleton hand grabs me as I fall back into the abyss of darkness, a maniacal laughing coming from nowhere as I dangle upside down in space. The guard I had just killed appeared, walking slowly and deliberately toward me with his whip. He cracked it hard, a maniacal smile on his face as he severed one of my nipple straight off my pec, causing me to scream in pain. Then he did the other, my body thrashing and struggling hard against the skeleton hand but his grip was like a vice around my ankle. He stopped in front of me brandishing his whip, then cracked it again as it flew toward my manhood in slow motion. My eyes widened and then the world turned white.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Blinding white. And searing pain from where the whip had connected. I tried to move, my body groaning as it met immediate resistance, unable to move. Milliseconds later, the pain registered far greater than expected as I roared in agony, the veins in my neck, shoulders and arms popping as I was not going anywhere. I was spread on a cold metal surface, lashed down to the point I could not even arch my back as I sucked in air and felt the nausea immediately rising through my chest. “MOTHERFUCKER!” I shouted out, the light above so close and so bright as I couldn’t do anything more than squint, knowing without seeing that Seth Williams was back and he wasn’t happy at my little stunt.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I look on with grim satisfaction as Brad screams out. Now, we are getting somewhere. I adjust the light on its flexible arm, pulling it into position so the bright, hot light is only a few inches above your face. I reach over and pull out an industrial strength cattle prod from a locked supply cupboard, and hit the tip, causing a few sparks to arc back and forth between the tip. Then, grimly, I speak up, “You are a stain on society Brad. You are a cockroach, a waste of space who chose to sell his talents to those scumbags in the Syndicate. It’s only a matter of time before you cooperate with us fully.” I jab the cattle prod directly into the pit of your right arm, with a savage, brutal ZZZAAAAAAAAAAPPP.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I take a deep breath as Seth walks away to obtain more tools for my destruction, giving me his lecture. I hear the electricity from the prod and mentally start to prepare for what is to come, knowing that I’m going to get shocked to shit. I start to open my mouth to talk back but the prod jams up into my pit, searing my body as I feel the burning sensation coupled with feeling like I’m radiating. Right into the nerves under my arm, I clench my teeth, eyes closed, feeling saliva generating in my mouth as I growl out in frustration, sweat forming on my brow as the table rattles underneath me. When Seth removes the prod from my skin, I breathe rapidly. “Fuckin bitch….deliver the punishment…yourself.” I gasp out.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I watch as Brad gasps and growls, his muscles spasming from the savagely painful shock with the prod. I pull back the prod, and slowly walk around him, examining the thick, solid tattooed muscle he’s built up over the years. It was a fine body. And I would enjoy breaking it down. Finally, I reply to Brad’s statement, “Do you really think you are in any position to be giving orders?” I walk over to the cabinet, and come back with another toy. It’s a heavy duty belt. I hold the belt in one hand, then jam the cattle prod into Brad’s side, right up hard into his short ribs, watching as the juice unloads into the thick slabs of his lat muscle.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: As he’s spasming, I thread the belt under his arching back, and wrap the belt around his midriff. I thread the end of the belt through the buckle, right over his solar plexus, and with a grunt, I pull HARD, tightening the belt, and driving the tongue of the buckle into the hole in the heavy leather. The pressure is intense, and it does a fair job of compressing those short ribs, and goes some ways towards restricting breathing.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I can feel the heat from the bright light on my face but it’s no match for the remnants of the heat from the cattle prod. “Do you miss Trevor? You should have seen the fight we had after he tried to trap me. Your boy screamed like a bitch when I beta’d him”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Seth comes back from the cabinet, this time with more tools that I can barely see out of my periphery. He zaps me again under the pit forcing out a pained growl, my face squinting as I try to manage the pain, my dick rock hard and pointing skyward while my back arches a limited amount, enough for Seth to get the belt underneath me. The prod stops and I breath heavily - for a second, before feeling the strap come across my body and cinch me. Seth’s raw power is immense as he squeezes the thick belt around my ribs. I feel my chest compress, cutting the air intake down as I feel the belt bite into my naked skin. My body was still sore from our fight but the soreness turned to more pain as the belt felt like it was suffocating me. I closed my eyes and focused on calming down, trying to regulate my breathing and get used to the feeling the belt was creating on my body.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I finish tightening the belt, feeling the currents of rage slamming against the calm, cold eye of the hurricane, the emotionless place in the middle of the zone that I always surrounded myself with when I was on the job. Damn, I missed Trevor. And this was, in a way, part of my payback for this waste of space’s murdering actions. I walk around Brad, my eyes cold and hard, looking him up and down contemptuously. I look him over, and then as I walk, I drive the prod into the side of his neck with ZZAAPPP. Impassive, I keep walking, and drive the prod right into his oblique, directly above the hip with another ZZZAAPPP. I keep walking, and then, drive the prod into the bottom of his right foot with another ZZZAPPP. Then, I reach around to the other side of this bastard, and with a particular pleasure, I drive the prod right between his hairy nuts.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I can barely see Seth as he stalks, the light too bright so I don’t bother trying. I know what is coming and I need to mentally put myself in the best place possible. I’d been in jams but never this badly. The pain would be the worst I would experience. I knew…..OOHHHHH SHIITTTTTT my whole body flexes as the first zap as it forces me to thrash on the table, trying to control the sound output and only grimacing, knowing screams give him strength. All I could feel down the right side of my body was fire, smelling like my skin was burning even if it wasn’t. I grip the table with my hands holding on for dear life as he targets each part of my body. With each prod, I breathed heavily but was strangled for air, my ribs aching more and more as I tried to fight the belt but there was nothing I could do to break it. Then he went for my manhood, the prod lighting up and sending electricity into my most sensitive region. My muffled grunts let loose into a scream of pain as the crackling sound went off, my whole body contracting, pecs, abs, thighs and neck muscles all going rock hard as my dick exploded with a thick rope of pre that flew up and landed on my shoulder as I finally let out a scream of pain for several seconds as Seth let the prod do his dirty work.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I take the cattle prod then, and position it delicately on the table between his ass cheeks, my eyes drawn to Brad’s hard cock. I couldn’t help but grin. I could make use of that. His dick was stiff as a steel spike, and pointing up like a flagpole despite the pain I knew he was under. His muscle had rippled impressively in response to each shock, but he seemed to actually get off on pain. That was fine by me. All it meant was I had to drain his nuts before I could get down to serious work. My own cock stiffened noticeably at the thought of what was up next.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: With a burst of power, my hard, hairy, battle-forged right arm drove the tip of the cattle prod up against Brad’s asshole, then with a grunt, and a surge of power, I slowly, sadistically, and brutally drove the tip deeper and deeper up Brad’s ass, fishing around by feel until I found his prostate. “Ready to get bitched?” I asked. Then, I hit the button on the end of the prod, and let loose a savage electric surge right into his prostate, knowing this would force an involuntary orgasm, identical to the technique used by ranchers when they wanted to collect the semen of their prize bulls.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My mind starts to race as Seth continues his electrical assault on my body, my cock still standing rock hard, defiant as I breath heavily, the prod off for the moment, starting to probe my ass. I try to shift and squirm but not going anywhere. Slowly he pushed the butt end of the prod in, my ankles and wrists turning redder and redder as I struggled against the table. The thickness of the prod was enough to make me uncomfortable as I groaned and grimaced from the penetration. My training kicked in, needing to get my mind under control. He wasn’t going to do it. This was tactical. This was all a stunt to prove he was in control. Fuck that NOOOOOIIIISEEE

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “AAAAGGGHHHHH.”my internal thoughts being forced into another external shout as the electricity shot through me, fire erupting right in the core of my body as i started to spasm on the table, convulsing as my cock quivered violently back and forth. It took several seconds as i resisted what turned out to be the biggest orgasm of my life as my muscles clenched all across my body for several seconds, then my seed exploded flying over my head and off the table onto the floor, long and thick white ropes of cum blasting each second for what felt like an eternity. I bucked wildly against the table as my dick continues churning seed from my ball factory with pain and pleasure mixing in the ultimate way as Seth milked my sexual power out of my balls - the same seed i had planned to unload into my Brazilian power bottom now spraying all over the place in the dark depths of an ASG bunker.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: From the center of my cool, cold cockpit, I could feel the savage pleasure at the sight of that bastard scum bag shooting like a geyser, spraying his seed everywhere, FUCK, what a load he had stored up. It kept coming and coming, like a fire hydrant. I chuckled, a cold chuckle devoid of emotion, as I ripped the cattle prod out of his ass, his body quivering from the aftershocks of the artificially induced orgasm. Nothing quite like fucking with a man’s mind by showing him he isn’t in charge of his balls. I walk back around to Brad, an evil, cold grin splitting my handsome, bearded face. “Was that good for you too, Brad? Cause it sure was good for me.” Then, I smash him across the face with the prod, only recently removed from his man hole.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Then, I tighten the strap around his midsection another notch, with a surge and burst of my hard, hairy muscle, constricting him tighter, making it that much harder for him to breathe. Then, I turn up the heat another notch. I take a cloth from the side cabinet, and drape the white cloth over his face as he’s still gasping from the orgasm and the tightening of the strap. I grab a pitcher of water, and slowly, oh so slowly begin to carefully pour it over the cloth draping his face.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As the prod turned off, I sucked in air as the cinch was making it hard and painful still to do but my body was strong and almost stretching the belt by brute force as I continued to flex against it to get my oxygen. My body felt like it was on fire inside and on the outside I was covered in a bucket of my own cum. My balls had shriveled up, fully drained by the brutal cattle prod, contracted into my body as far as they would go but my dick remained mostly hard, still pointed skyward but a little offset to the left, wavering but holding upright nonetheless.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: No sooner than the probing device was out of my ass was it coming down across my face, the hard metal of the prod slamming down into my nose, a loud crunching sound as blood spattered from my nose, forcing my eyes to water almost instantly. My nose was already crooked from being broken more than a few times in fights over the years. Slowly more blood leaked out, tasting it on my lips as Seth could see the belt wasn’t doing the job he had hoped. I timed my bucking for when he loosened the belt, showing I would struggle till the bitter end and it took him a good 30 seconds to get the belt on tighter than it had been before. It dug into my tattoo’d side hard now as it became harder to breathe once again.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “That load was reserved for you,” I grimace out as he goes to get the cloth. “A load you could only dream of with that shriveled tiny cock of yours.” I taunt out as he walks back over with the cloth. “At least put some coffee beans in there, will you?” I said, knowing exactly what he was about to do. I closed my eyes and went still, needing to mentally prepare for this as best as I could, slowly hearing the water pour and filter through the cloth, holding my breath for as long as I could as the blood was quickly washed away from my nose. I tried to breath through my nose but it was broken and not happening so I opened my mouth and took in some air and some water, gagging on it quickly but buying me a little more time.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: He was a fighter, refusing to go down, fighting with every ounce of his strength. He might be a total fucking waste of space, but I admired his resilience. In the end though, it would just make my job that much more enjoyable. I chuckled coldly, without humor at his little attempts to make a dig at me. I saved my reply though, until I had subjected him to the first dose of water. I waited as he gagged, his broken nose not helping him any. Grimly, I poured another stream over his face. “You seem to be awfully preoccupied with my cock, Mr. Sterling. If you want to see it that bad, I’m sure it can be arranged.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I unzip my combat trousers, and pull out my thick, manly cock. I needed a good piss. I aimed my cock at the cloth covering Brad’s face, and quite deliberately, began to piss, unloading a yellow stream of my urine directly onto his cloth covered face. I had quite a big bladder, and it took about 45 seconds before I had fully emptied it onto his face. “How’s that Brad? More can be arranged.” I kneel down next to his head, and speak up in a deep, savage voice. “You are going to talk to Brad. We both know it. It’s only a matter of when.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I sputtered and gagged on the water again as my body shifted on the table, testing the binds but unable to do anything, my pecs flexing and abs flexing hard to try and get up but unable to, the sound of my choking on the water filling the roam. “You should leave this to the real men, Williams,” I pant as you unzip your pants. “Oh wait, with Trevor dead, there aren’t really any left in the ASG. And I killed him.'' I say with a laugh.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Then the warm, scented water started and it was clear it was piss. I closed my mouth for most of it, able to take a breath during the break and having pretty good breath control, outlasting your bladder. Still some went up my nose and in my eye, causing a nasty burning sensation. As the stream finally stopped, I spit out again, Williams pausing to tell me again that I was going to talk. “Jesus man, don’t you drink water. That’s some dense shit,” I replied, breathing heavily and sucking in the precious air when I could, tasting the salty stream of liquid on my lips as much as I tried to prevent it. “I’ve BEEN talking,” I groaned. “We’ve had a wonderful conversation.” I desperately wanted to talk about the EMP device that I knew all about at this point but knew that would compromise any attempt to secure it for the Syndicate so I kept my mouth shut, knowing what to say and what not to say.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I finished unloading my bladder, and looked down at this fucking bastard as he still tried to play it cool, refusing to give even the slightest inch. Well. I was clearly going to have to up the ante. I walked over to a sideboard, and pulled out a small vise. I stepped over and removed the cloth from Brad’s face. I looked at him, my annoyance at his stubborn refusal to talk managing to prick my cold, calm emotion free zone. It was in fact, really starting to piss me off. “I’m not fucking around Brad. You are going to tell me everything. Names. Locations. Everything you know about the Syndicate. And as you talk, we will check each fact. And everytime you lie, your suffering will only be prolonged. You will break, Brad.” Then, calmly, I walk down between his legs and open the vise. I select his thick, hairy right nut, and with a few twists of the screw tighten the vise on his juicy orb, letting it hang there between his legs like some kind of ornament. The pressure was carefully selected to be just this side of extremely uncomfortable. I wanted him to think very carefully about what lay on the other side of extremely uncomfortable. I also, as an afterthought, tightened the cinch around his midsection, my hairy muscles flexing and surging with power as I cinched it in another notch, increasing the pressure that much more. Slow and steady would do the trick.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I can sense the frustration in your voice. This clearly wasn’t going in the direction that Seth wanted, my smooth muscled and tattoo’d body laid out on a platter for him and he couldn’t seem to make a dent. I had prepared for moments like this, at least as best as one could. Forced workouts, torture sessions and mental abuse had been part of the early training I had gone through and then I took more advanced lessons from one of the Syndicate’s most storied extraction artists. Yes, he had the art of extracting information down to a science. He was the only man to ever break me fully but that was in a test environment. In the real world, Seth would have to try much harder. “You know, Seth, you could try getting information by other means than inflicting pain. I am quite ticklish. And now it seems like you have quite the fascination with my manhood,'' I add as he starts to fasten the vice onto my nut.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:The vice is clamped on and I growl out when it bites and hangs off my sizable right egg. It was uncomfortable for sure, letting out a grimace as my legs and abs contracted, again testing the binds of the table that I would be going nowhere from. The pain was constant and ached through my body as Seth’s hairy arms came into close view and he cinched the belt once more. “Arrgghh” I grunted out, the belt so tight it was feeling like it was crushing my upper chest. The sounds were a double edged sword - it gave Seth the feeling he was slowly getting what he wanted but it also gave his superiors the knowledge that he might be going too far, slowly killing the asset they had been able to acquire. It was unclear whether I was playing my hand correctly but it was easier to let the audible cues out than try to suppress them during this struggle.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: He was a tough fucker, and no mistake. He kept trying to get into my head, but all he managed was to annoy me. Still, I had to admit, I was behind schedule. Soon, we were going to have to relocate him. This entire facility was going to be locked down shortly, dedicated to preparing the security arrangements for the new Project Erebus EMP prototype. If I didn’t break this bastard soon, I’d have to relocate him and try again elsewhere. But I still had a little bit of time, and for now, it was time to double down. Let’s get really physical with him. I don’t need any special tools for this next one, just my hands. I walk over to his right, examining the thick corded muscle of his right bicep, encircled by a tribal tattoo. I grin. Then, I extend the knuckle of my right fist, I place it against his right bicep. I flex my arm, my hard, hairy muscle rippling with power, as I screw the knuckle in like a drill, driving it deep in between the muscle fibers, grinding against the bone as I separate and savage his thick, tough hard-won muscle. I’ll fucking destroy every muscle in his body, and crush his nuts if that’s what it takes.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The scent of electrified urine fills the room and it is a doozy as the constant pain radiates through my core from my groin, the vice still in place on my right ball, sending waves of pain into my body. It was exhausting, not to mention the fucking belt that was keeping me from breathing. I looked up into the bright light and could make out almost nothing but a shadow, seeing spots instead as the pain was at least predictable. Then it wasn’t as this motherfucker’s knuckles drilled into my arm, working hard to displace my muscle so he could work the bone. And fuck did it hurt. Waves of pain shot up my arm and into my shoulder and neck as my whole body tensed, muscles firing as my 8 ab bricks appeared rock solid, straining against the restraints on the table. Spittle flew from my lips as I gasped, eyes widening as my cock, which had erupted only seconds ago, remained rock hard on my abs. As the pain built up and then came sharp, I screamed again, but my mind was still reasonably sharp. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU WILLIAMS!” i shouted, letting the pain out but also the clear threat that I fully intended to destroy this fuck if I ever was given a chance.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I worked methodically with my knuckle, drilling into his tattooed, steel-cabled bicep, grinding through muscle fibre right down to the bone, damaging that powerful gun, inflicting a savage, unpredictable pain designed to fuck with even the most disciplined mind. All of this with a barely suppressed rage and sadistic pleasure. It was hard to maintain my icy professional detachment around this psychotic asshole. I would never, as long as I live, be able to forget the sight of Trevor’s mutilated body. Never. If I weren’t a professional, if I didn’t put duty before personal, this psycho would be dead already. I watched coldly as he bucked and writhe, his muscles flexing and bulging. No matter how much I hated him, the mother fucker was double, triple tough. Unbelievably tough. I ignored his screams, and kept up the punishment, through the scent of fired urine and impotent rage. He was starting to crack. Finally, progress. I can do this all night long. Suddenly though, my earpiece pinged, and I received word from the facility commander that we needed to move the prisoner within the hour. I was close.. SO CLOSE to breaking this bastard. He was the key to cracking open the Syndicate like an egg. But all I did was turn and leave without a word, there were orders I’d have to give to prepare Brad’s transfer. But this was only a small delay in the inevitable. Brad was going to break. It was just a matter of time.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The pain radiated up and down my arm from my thick bicep even after Seth let go of it, the muscle spasming as I breathed heavily and quickly, swallowing the discomfort. It was hard to see anything with the blinding light but I did hear the door open and then close. My heart had started to beat quite fast and I focused for a few minutes to calm myself down. My cock remained rock hard laying on my chest, leaking some pre onto my abs. Pain was pleasure. It felt like only a few minutes had passed but it was nearly 15 before the door opened again. “You’re getting moved, cocksucker,” a voice I didn't recognize said. I saw the shadows as they approached and then suddenly the blinding light became blinding darkness as I felt a canvas bag pulled over my head. “Oh good, I hope you got us a nice VRBO. I could use a nice vacation,” I said. You couldn’t take the cheekiness out of me even in this moment. Then the cold steel bar smashed into my ribs as I grunted, not expecting it, coughing loudly. “Shut the fuck up, cunt. Or you won’t make it out of this room,” another voice said.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I felt the shackles on my feet come undone and instantly I kicked my foot up and out, connecting with something as I heard a third voice. “Motherfucker!” someone shouted as again I felt the metal, this time with electricity coming through the end. “Arrrgghhhhh” I screamed as the voltage coursed through my body for a good 15 seconds before it was turned off. “Son of a bitch knocked out my tooth!” someone complained as another voice said. “We’ll do this the hard way, Sterling.” I felt a jab into my neck and in 10 seconds, the world fell away as my body relaxed, unconscious.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:I woke up some time later with a start, sitting upright and not feeling the resistance of shackles as I hit my head on something hard. “Motherfucker!” I grimaced, bringing my hand to my head.My eyes darted around the dark room but I could barely see anything. I was on a mattress, lumpy and thin but still it had padding and for that I was pleased. Feeling around, there was a wall next to me and I could make out a bunk bed frame around me. I slowly shifted and grimaced again. “Fuck,” i muttered under my breath. My body was sore everywhere and a sharp pain in my side forced me back to the pillow. I reeked but someone had the nerve to actually cloth me in a cloth gown that smelled of mothballs. I lay back again and that was when I saw the window. The starry night outside told me nothing about where I was but indicated a brighter future compared to being strapped into a torture chamber.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Eight hours passed and light started to flood into the room so I could start to map my surroundings. I worked my way out of bed and hobbled across the room to the metal latrine, sitting down on the cold surface and doing my business. Some things were still sacred and the morning business was one of them, even in captivity. An hour later, a metal slat opened in the door and a tray of food and water were pushed through. I devoured it, not realizing how hungry I actually was. The day went by and two more trays came. I tried to talk with the guard but got nothing from them except “Push your old tray back through.” The order was given by an Aussie but besides the accent, I got nothing.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:The first day was long, and it came and went. So did the second. And third. This was going to be a long and boring captivity. Clearly they were keeping me alive for some reason. After a week of solitary confinement, it was six hours into daylight when there was a loud buzzer and the door opened. “Step out!” a voice boomed over a loudspeaker. Slowly I stepped out into the next room to find it was just the same size as my cell except it had a shower in it. “Halleluyah!” I shouted with a laugh. “You got tired of smelling me too?” I joked, stripping off the cloth gown and turning the water on to let it flow over my aching body. Surprisingly they gave me warm water but unsurprisingly they shut the water off after 5 minutes just as i was finishing soaping up. “Back in your hole, maggot!” the voice boomed again over the speaker. I looked at the speaker in the corner like the guy who said it was there, hesitating for a second before realizing resistance would do nothing for me. Slowly I retreated into the room as the door closed.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Another week passed and the same routine continued. And then another week. And another. I continued to return back to normal, and after the second week, continued doing a full body weight exercise routine to get my body back into shape. Somehow I had made it through this and was feeling more and more normal by the day.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I fought hard against the sense of frustration as I left Brad’s cell. So close. He was starting to crack. I could sense it, feel it. And now this … yes, of course Project Zeus took priority, even over Brad. I knew my duty. But it burned me, to get so close, and yet so far. I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, and with practiced ease logged on for the planning conference.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: A few minutes later, when the conference ended, as if I wasn’t already in a bad mood, now I was a simmering inferno. Not only would I get stuck with planning out the security for the transfer of the Project Zeus prototype to the Yanks, ASG didn’t have any other facilities ready to house Brad yet, and all prisoners were to be shifted out of this facility immediately during the security review for Project Zeus. It didn’t matter that the transfer was at least several months, if not years, away, depending on the progress for the test runs. The brass were keen for ASG to show the Yanks that we were every bit on top of the ball as the CCS. And to them, that meant careful, up front planning to deal with every possible contingency.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: That meant that I’d be tied up solid for the next three weeks, unable to get down to the important business of cracking Brad open like a rotten egg. I itched to make that murdering bastard suffer, to make him feel pain like he did to Trevor. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t professional. It’s what I wanted. And I meant to have it, AND still play by the ‘rules’. But as if being tied up wasn’t bad enough, ASG didn’t have any other facilities available to hold Brad during those three weeks. The Outback Detention Centre was still undergoing renovations, and wouldn’t be ready for another four weeks. That left us with only one option, a high security solitary confinement cell at the Goulburn Correctional Centre. But because his very existence is classified, we can’t let the Warden know his real identity other than a highly dangerous murderer. He won’t be tortured or interrogated until the Outback Detention Centre was ready to receive him. And by then all my hard work will be undone. I look at the wall with a fierce fiery gaze. If I could start a fire with looks alone.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I took a deep breath, trying to find that icy calm place. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. There was no point wasting energy worrying about something I couldn’t do anything about. I needed to focus on the ongoing security arrangements for Project Zeus up to and including the transfer to the Yanks. At least I made sure the guards that were going to transfer him had a special grudge against the murdering Syndicate cock sucker. But enough about that … I needed to wrap myself in that ice cold calm. I had a job to do.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Three weeks later, and finally the job was done. The security arrangements, the deployment, and the details of the joint CCS-ASG operation to move the Project Zeus prototype to the US were complete. I’d had a chance to meet with the head of the CCS, Chris Carson, and found him to be a no-nonsense get-shit-done type of man, as well as being one of the most ripped and imposing physical specimen’s I’d met in a long while. I’d managed to push thoughts of Brad out of mind during the time period. But today … today we start things moving again. The renovations for the Outback Detention Centre were nearly complete, and they would be able to accept Brad in about five day’s time. The transfer itself would take a few more days to organize. He would be moved under heavy armed guard, and I had to requisition the men and transportation. Most of the trip would be in the back of beyond, the middle of nowhere, nothing but rock and sand and sun.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I decided it was time to check up on our guest. So I pulled some strings, and arranged a visit with Brad. The guards had been under strict orders not to get involved in any conversations with him. They understood orders like that, the most dangerous psychopathic murderers could get inside your head and make even the strongest willed individual doubt themselves. I was posing as a criminal psychologist, wanting to interview this dangerous murderer for a research paper I was supposedly writing. I dressed the part, casual, professional, slacks, shirt, tie as the guard escorted me to Brad’s solitary confinement cell. The guard slid open the hatch that opened up a barred view of Brad’s cell, warned me again about how dangerous Brad was, then left me.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I looked in on Brad. Immediately, I saw how fit he was looking, you couldn’t even see any of the cuts and bruises I’d gifted him with. He looked completely recovered. What the hell were they feeding him? Protein powder and vitamins? Did he have access to a fucking five star gym? Fuck these prisons, they were too soft on the inmates. That pissed me off, but I didn’t show it. Instead, I spoke up, “Enjoy your little vacation while you can, you sick fuck. I’m going to enjoy finishing that little … conversation we started a while back before we got interrupted.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I turned and looked at Seth Williams’s face, dressed in a school teacher like outfit where I was in a pair of loose fitting bright pink prison pants. He had opted to stay shirtless when he could just to stay cool as the air conditioning in this place was as backwards as everything else in this upside down country. I flexed my torso, my abs and pecs briefly, slowly walking closer to the barred door that separated the two of us, a slight smile crossing my face. “Tell me professor…was that the conversation about that amazing Syndicate agent who broke out of captivity and was able to share all your ASG secrets, as well as the location of this country club you are keeping me in? Or wait, maybe it was the one about how your protege begged for death before I killed him?” The smile grew wider. Truth be told, Trevor was a great competitor and I was honored to fight him. Win or lose, I always respected any man willing to put his life on the line in combat. Even the miserable fuck Seth Williams had my respect for that while he was electrocuting me.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I tightly suppressed the ball of rage roiling inside me, the gall, the sheer arrogance of this murdering bastard was off the charts. Here he was, a prisoner, knowing full well what I was capable of, and he had the balls to rub Trevor’s death in my face? “Tell me, prisoner, maybe it was the conversation we started when I beat your fucking ass to a pulp back at the Copa Cabana? You weren’t even in my league. If you are the best the Syndicate can offer up, then once we are done with you, I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about. Don’t get too comfortable. When we are done with you, you won’t be able to beg for so much as a glass of water, let alone for your life.” I spat through the windows at Brad, showing my contempt for him. “I’ll personally attend your execution, you sadistic, twisted mother fucker.” Brad had a way of getting under my skin, making me lose my cool. I really had to watch myself around him. But whenever I saw Brad … I could never get the sight of Trevor’s dead, mutilated body out of my head.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “There is the Seth Williams I know,” I replied, as if seeing my old friend emerge from the cape he had tried to use to hide himself. I may have lost the fight at the Copa but I knew, and so did he, who the mental alpha was. If I got a shot at him again, the results would not be the same. “I can only hope to get my hands on you again. As you can see, I’m doing pretty good these days, thanks to your government and their five star treatment.” I move closer to the window, not even two feet separating us. “Why don’t you talk to the guard…tell him who you really are. Have him open the door and we can finish this now.” I knew it would never happen. Not when it came to Seth Williams - honor, country, duty…all that bullshit. I wanted him to know I was ready though and that if he had the balls to pull some rank, he could get what he wanted.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I stood looking through the bars at the man who murdered Trevor, the man I loved as though he were my own son, and I ached to get my hands on him. For a second, only a second, I considered his wild proposal. And rejected it just as quickly. “What you don’t realize Brad, is this is already finished. You are finished. And once we get a chance to resume that little conversation of ours, the Syndicate will be finished too.” I pulled myself back to that ice cold, professional core. It was just a matter of time. Patience was all it took. And I’d see that bastard pay for his crimes, and take down the entire Syndicate in the bargain. I turned, walked away and left without another word. Time to make the arrangements to transfer him to the Outback Detention Centre. Brad was right about one thing. The Australian Prison Service was far too soft on the inmates. But the ASG was not the Australian Prison Service.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “Bye professor. Say hi to Trevor for me,” I replied, wanting to keep sticking it to the grim Australian. I watched him depart and then dropped back to my hands and knees and resumed my morning body weight exercises. It was one of the things I looked forward to each day because frankly, there was nothing else to do but sit and think. I’d been in this cell for five weeks and not once had Seth Williams come to visit. Something was going to happen. But what…

12:26 AgentBradSterling:It was another four days of monotony and routine before that something happened. It was around 11AM by my estimation when the door opened and two men walked in with two more in the doorway. All were in combat gear and fully equipped. “Back up, Sterling,” the lead man said. “And put your shirt on. It’s time to go.” I did as I was told, pulling the orange prisoner garb over my head as the loud buzzer released the door lock. He pushed in and held up a pair of handcuffs. “Turn around.” he ordered. Again I did what I was told, sizing him up but deciding that this wasn’t the time to disobey.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: They cuffed me and he grabbed me roughly and started to walk me out. Then one of the other guards put a hood over my head and the world became dark. At least they didn’t drug me or cattle prod me. It was a good thing to be captured by a government that waxed poetic about their human rights, even for prisoners. They pushed me around and out, pressing a beatstick into my back to guide me wherever they were taking me. I could tell it was light out but there was no talking, just the shuffling of boots on the ground. I counted what I thought were six to eight people walking around me as we loaded into an elevator. Then we went up for what felt like a while before then exiting and walking into what sounded like a large space.

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