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: Four days after meeting with that murdering bastard, and finally everything was ready. We pulled up outside Goulburn Correctional Centre. I wasn’t taking any chances with this bastard. I brought five members of the Australian SAS with me. Each one armed to the fucking teeth, with a reputation for ruthlessness, following orders, and knowing how to keep their mouths shut. I had requisitioned two Bushmaster PMVs for the transfer. I would take the lead in one of them, with one of the privates to drive. The other would be driven by a corporal, with the two remaining troopers in the back to watch over the prisoner, supervised by Master Sergeant James McDonnel, in charge of his men. James and I were old friends, and well, much more than just friends, from back in our Army days. He’d transferred to the SAS, and I went onto ASG. We hooked up as often as we could arrange it. He was a thick muscled, no-nonsense, steel-hard killer with a heart of gold. He could fight like a wolverine, perhaps one of the few men I knew that was a match for me. He was just the man I wanted in charge of Brad. Like I said, I wasn’t taking any fucking chances with this bastard.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The two privates who had been designated as Brad’s primary guards exited the lift, surrounded by six other prison guards. Again, not taking any chances. They walked forward with the prisoner. Brad was blindfolded and cuffed with his hands behind his back. That orange prisoner’s jumpsuit suited the mother fucker. The loading dock was indoors, with a high ceiling. The two privates efficiently and professionally bundled Brad into the designated Bushmaster. Then, the radio crackled on, as James let me know the prisoner was secure. I signed acceptance of the prisoner, then thrust the clipboard back to the Warden. He was more than happy for Brad to be off his hands. He didn’t like doing ASG’s dirty work anymore than we liked having to use him. The deep rumble of the engines started up as Private Richardson followed my orders, and we moved out. The morning was still early yet, and I wanted to make good time. The Outback Detention Centre was about 36 hours away.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: We planned to drive on for about 18 hours, with a short 2 hour stop over planned about 3 hours out from Alice Springs. Me and James would spell the drivers, letting them get a catnap in, the guards guarding Brad were taking shifts, letting their mate catch some shut eye to stay fresh. We had pep pills to use to keep us going if needed. I wanted this transfer over as soon as possible. I wanted Brad safe at the Outback Detention Centre. I wanted to finish that conversation we had started. I was grimly focused and determined. Nothing was going to stop me from breaking Brad open like a rotten egg, seeing that arrogant murdering mother fucker broken and begging for mercy, spilling his guts in order to save his rotten hide. It wouldn’t bring Trevor back. But it would give Trevor’s death meaning if his killer became the key to unraveling the Syndicate. I stared out the window as we picked up speed.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I sat at the small cafe in Alice Springs, my laptop open in front of me. Drew was lounging outside, the big, buff Irish bruiser that had stolen my heart was making sure they weren’t going to be surprised. I never took chances, and I had trusted Drew with my life many times, and would again. That left me free to focus on the job at hand. I was tensely awaiting word from my contact, currently in Goulburn. The man had been recruited to do one job: track Captain Seth Williams and tell me about his movements. This morning, my man on the ground had traced Seth Williams, riding in a convoy of two Bushmasters, into Goulburn Correctional Facility. This was it. I let out a sigh of relief.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: When the Syndicate had put out the contract to rescue Brad Sterling from the custody of ASG, The Street Brothers had stepped up to the plate, underbidding the Brotherhood of Steel. It was an insanely hard job, given the security situation, but I was one of the absolute best mercs in the business, and I knew it. My team was top notch, I’d put them up against the world’s most elite special forces in an instant. I had before, and I would again. I’d had almost no intel to go on, but what I’d had, I’d put to work. I studied the recent activities of Brad Sterling, and uncovered how Brad had murdered the young up and coming ASG agent Trevor in Thailand. I knew that Seth Williams had been sighted at the scene of the murder not long after, and by one eye witness account, he’d been pissed.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: From there it was a simple deduction that the man who had abducted Brad from the Copa Cabana had most certainly been Captain Seth Williams. I’d researched the ASG Agent, and in terms of skills and capabilities, he was one of the few who could have pulled it off, and he had the motivation. I had no idea where Brad was in Australia, but I’d selected Alice Springs as my base of operations because it was centrally located, in the middle of the continent. I was certain now that Seth had led me to Brad. But where was Brad going? Once I was sure, I would have to move, and fast. But I would wait until my contact’s next update. I was tense, but kept my cool. This was what I was good at. The waiting game, the setup, the strike. It was why I was one of the best. Why my team was one of the best.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: When the man I’d hired to shadow Seth Willams reported next, I smiled to myself. This couldn’t be more perfect. They had just taken a turn off on a deserted highway leading deep into the Outback. I pulled up a map and traced the highway. My finger reached out and touched a spot, about two hours from Alice Springs. There. There were no turnoffs on that highway until the exit for Alice Springs. We had them. This would all go down tonight. It was time to move. I slammed my laptop shut, shoved it in my case and left the Cafe. I nodded at Drew. My cock was surging at the sight of him. The adrenaline of impending action and battle always made me horny as fuck. When I had a chance to get my Irish bastard by himself, I would find a way to relieve that horniness, you can bet on that. I told Drew, “Assemble the men. We have Brad. We get this job done, tonight. It’s time to move out.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I sat outside in the sidewalk cafe, enjoying a cup of Joe, my eyes scanning back and forth. It was just another day, waiting and researching, hunting for Brad Sterling. The sun was strong and my pasty white skin didn’t need much of it before it started burning so I shifted under an umbrella, catching a glimpse of Danijel through the glass window and feeling my manhood swell. We had been through a lot together, leaving their families and mob life behind to be together. For me, Danijel was the hottest man on the planet and I’d die for him without hesitation. I took a deep breath and continued observing, needing to stay focused on the task at hand rather than letting my mind wander toward Danijel’s hard body. Brad Sterling was out there somewhere. We were going to find him.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I’d never met Brad, even though he came from a similar background to Daniel and I. All of us grew up in mafia families and all of us had escaped to the Syndicate. It was Brad, in fact, who had gone first and was the inspiration for my suggestion to Danijel that we go that route. I planned on thanking the Philly native for the inspiration when this rescue was over and we were having a beer back in Alice Springs.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: My thoughts were interrupted feeling a hand on my shoulder. I had seen Danijel approaching in the reflection of the glass but didn’t shift when he touched me. He told me it was time and I nodded, getting up. Danijel had been responsible for the transportation so I returned back to the Syndicate safe house to collect everyone, knocking on doors, leaving the signal that it was time to assemble in 30 minutes in the alleyway out back.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: One by one, our men worked their way down to the alley. A group of three highly recruited, well trained killers that Danjiel and I had assembled over the past couple of years. Danijel had procured a black unmarked van. I was the last to arrive and got into the front seat, having changed into a light brown military shirt, desert camo pants and boots. The safe house had a fully equipped armory in the basement but the men had loaded the truck already. I carried a side arm and combat knife on my belt and another knife down on my ankle.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: We settled in for the drive, a few of the men taking naps while others listened to music. “So what is Brad like?” I asked, breaking the silence. It was rare that I would ask a question like this about a target but the world was small and Danijel did know Brad. He also knew Brad was very well regarded in the Syndicate.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: After delivering my instructions to Drew, I proceeded directly to the assembly point, an alley near the edge of town. I leaned against the wall, whipped out my laptop, and rapidly sketched out the details of the ambush, using a google map image of the area to carefully plan out our positions. I wasn’t one to leave anything to chance. And I trusted Drew. Trusted him implicitly. He was a real bastard, my Irish mother fucker, full of fire and passion. He sometimes acted without thinking things through, but he was good. He was one of the best, and when I asked him to do something, he got shit done.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: He was mine. My man. Every fucking muscle, every bit of fire in that Irish bastard was mine. I keep things cool, I think things through, and when I need some of his fire, he’s there. I fucking loved him. Sure enough, right on schedule, like a well oiled machine, the three Street Brothers members we’d brought along arrived, and filed into the unmarked black van we’d procured. Each one a well-trained killing machine. I nodded at each of them, then slid into the driver’s seat. Drew arrived last, as I fired up the van and drove off.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I gave instructions to the three men to use some of the C4 and remote detonators I’d brought along to assemble a land mine, something any one of them were capable of doing. Then, I settled in for the long drive. My thoughts were on the impending battle. The prospect of battle, as always, elevated my sex drive. I was going to fuck Drew’s brains out tonight. Eventually, Drew broke the silence with a question. I glanced over at him. Brad? Really? Drew wanted to know about Brad, did he?

12:25 Danijel_Novac: It was unusual, but Drew knew of course that Brad and I had a past together. It was a harmless enough question. I replied, “Brad? He’s a tough mother fucker. He’s exceptionally well trained. He works for the Syndicate, direct. Not contractors like us or the Brotherhood of Steel. He’s ambitious, fearless and one of the best out there. I respect him. I was surprised, to be honest, to learn he’d been captured. He’s usually more careful than that. I imagine it happened because he was thinking with his dick instead of his brains. That always was one of his biggest faults. He and I worked together a few times, back before I met you. The Philly mob and the Chicago mob had a loose alliance.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: “We all think with our dick from time to time,'' I replied. “Well, at least I do,” I added, reaching over and grabbing Danijel’s groin, massaging it for a few seconds, smirking at him. Then I pulled back again, not wanting the guys in the back to get any crazy ideas about what might be happening up front. “Good, then he won’t be like Constantine Angelopoulos - you remember that guy? I literally had to carry that bitch a mile to safety because the fucker got a papercut. Meanwhile you had all the fun with that Italian Col Moschin Paratrooper. Never again will I kidnap a librarian, I don’t care how smart the fucker is.”

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I turned to give Drew a hard look when his hand went over to massage my crotch. My Irish bastard loved to push the boundaries. My cock started stiffening as soon as I felt his touch. I considered reprimanding him, but it wouldn’t do any good. And besides, it would be a bit hypocritical of me. But Drew also knows just how far to push, and no more. He pulled his hand back soon enough. I was going to fuck him a new asshole after this mission. I was already horny enough. I almost, almost, chuckled at his next comment. “No, Brad is nothing like Constantine. And if by fun, you mean nearly getting a bullet in my head before I managed to gut that Italian Paratrooper, then next time we can trade. I’ll handle the librarian, you can take on the Paratrooper. Speaking of which, I want you to watch yourself tonight. Brad is being guarded by the Ozzie SAS. They are no fucking joke. I swear, if you do something stupid and make me scrape your brains up off the asphalt, I’ll kill you.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I shook my head, bringing my hand back and stroking my on junk a bit as I put my foot up on the dashboard to give it some space to expand, also looking to draw Danijel’s eye. “OK Mom, it’s a bit irresponsible of you to take that view when you had me on pins and needles when you took that Navy Seal inside the trailer at the Port of San Diego. All I could hear was the banging of bodies against the metal and the screams of pain. I thought I was going to be scraping your insides out of that tractor trailer.” I paused for a second. “So it’s my turn for fun and your turn for the librarian. And when we’re done, I’m cumming for you. Now, what do we know about these Aussies? Either personnel or equipment of interest?

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but Drew knew just how to distract me. He was such a mother fucking bastard. I was gonna fuck him so hard tonight. I nearly broke into half a smile at the mention of the incident with the Navy Seal. That one had been a real tough SOB. I turned my eyes back to the road, instead of Drew’s bulge with an act of discipline. You had to have discipline if you were gonna lead a crew of mercs.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I considered his question, then reached into my pocket, unlocked my phone, and tossed it over to him. “Look there, those are the images from the man I hired to shadow Seth. See that big mother fucker in the passenger seat next of the rear Bushmaster? I had him ID’d. Master Sergeant James McDonnel. He’s seen plenty of action, has killed his share of Syndicate operatives, and happens to be mates with Captain Seth Williams. In short, he’s no joke. You can see from other photos our man managed to snap that these boys are not fucking around. Submachine guns, grenades, body armor, sidearms, combat knives. They aren’t taking chances. And neither are we.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I snagged the phone and looked at the pictures, swiping right multiple times. “These two are definitely not librarians. Good, I’ve been itching for a tough fight.” I said, scratching at my balls, knowing Danijel was still watching out of the corner of his eye. I had put up with his disciplined process but once this job was done, I was going to fuck Danijel through the mattress when we got back to Alice Springs.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I couldn’t help but look over as Drew started scratching his balls. That Irish bastard knew just how to get my attention. I hated it… but fucking wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s part of why I was so fiercely possessive of my man. We settled down after that, and in another hour, we arrived at our destination. A cut through rocky terrain. I parked the van well out of sight of the road, and snapped out orders. The men had finished the jury rigged land mine. I took possession of the land mine and the remote control for the detonator that would set the C4 off.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Then, I took the men into the ravine. With sharp, crisp orders, I told the men to create a defensive position behind a small line of boulders facing the road. While Drew took care of positioning the men and making sure everyone was loaded out with the gear they needed, I hefted a pickaxe and walked into the middle of the road. With a few heavy blows, a bit of sweat, and some steel-hard flexes of my rock solid muscle, I’d chipped a hole in the asphalt. I nestled the mine inside the hole, and covered it with the rubble, scattering some red dirt over the whole thing, so it looked like any other pothole. This remote highway had enough that this one would not look suspicious.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Then, as the sun began to set, I settled in with rest of the men. It was time to play the waiting game. When they arrived, I’d blow the mine for the rear Bushmaster, the one with Brad. I’d done my homework. Those Bushmasters were double tough, and the force of the mine should flip the vehicle without killing the men inside. Brad would be shook up, but assuming he was properly restrained, which I fully expected him to be considering he was a high-value prisoner, he’d be fine. Then, as soon as the vehicle came to a rest, me and Drew would charge the Bushmaster, break into the back and get Brad out of there while my other three men covered us, and prevented anyone from the lead Bushmaster to interfere. I’d discussed all of this with Drew on the way, and now it was just a matter of time.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I followed the lead Bushwacker driven by Seth at about a 20 yard gap as we exited Goulburn. It was my first time visiting this place but what was abundantly clear and extremely frustrating was how well the residents seemed to have it. Fuck our government for taking it light on these wankers, and then fuck them even more when it came to how they coddled roaches like Brad fucking Sterling. Seeing that smug motherfucker as Seth’s men loaded him into my Bushwacker, I was glad to be out of there and taking him for some proper justice.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: The SAS and our Syndicate hunters had Brad on our radar for about two years so it was a pleasant surprise when I had heard from my old friend Seth Williams that the fuckin wombat had been caught with his dick out and Seth had reeled him in. I had met Seth when we were both lads, just starting out and going through special forces training together at Holsworthy. The only one in our class that was worth a damn, Seth and I naturally became friends and competitors. We also had a bit of an attraction toward one another, starting off with giving each other wristies on the second night in the barracks and then quickly devolving into some of the most primal, alpha man sex the world had ever seen. When we graduated, Seth was recruited into the ASG and I was recruited to the SAS but we stayed in touch, seeing each other a few times over the years on leave from our duties. When it came to work, Seth and I had never worked together. The SAS and ASG had their own territorial issues. The extent of our time together was when we had faced off in Friendlys, a common practice among the special forces divisions in Australia where we’d compete at various challenges as a way to keep all of the special forces groups well trained. He and I had split our competitions 3-3 and that had generated more respect, well, more than just respect, as the two of us had aged. Seth and I were … close. In the biblical sense. Fuck buddies was one way of describing it, but it didn’t go far enough. I’d take a bullet for him, and he’d do the same for me. We spent as much of our leave as we could arrange together. So when I got the call from Seth that he needed help with this matter, and then learned that his protege Trevor had been killed by Sterling, and that Seth needed someone he could trust, I was on the next plane out of New South Wales to the Outback to bring this bastard in. It would be good to see Seth as it had been a little over a year and I could write it off as being for the good of both the ASG and SAS.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The sun had just set, and we were a few hours out of Alice Springs. Soon, in about 30 minutes, we’d stop for a rest break. I wanted the men to be alert and on top form. Even though we’ve been shifting drivers to let each other get in some shut eye, we all needed a quick break before the rest of the journey to the Outback Detention Facility. I radioed over to the other Bushmaster. I knew that James McDonnell was behind the wheel now. Damn, I was glad to see him again. In other circumstances, he and I would have set up shop together, but as it was, we both had our duties. We fought, we enjoyed each other’s company, and we fucked the shit out of each other as often as we could. We were in short, long term fuck buddies, and maybe a bit more. After this whole affair with Brad was done, he and I were going to spend some quality time together. That big fucking over-muscled bastard needed to get his ego reigned in and his ass stuffed with my cock. He was one of the few men that could crack my ice cold exterior. I started to smile to myself, and my cock stiffened.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I picked up the receiver for the short range radio that linked the two vehicles, opening a channel, “Hey James, we are going to stop here in about 30 minutes. Just be a good boy, and follow my lead, like you always do, when I pull over.”

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: James had been driving in the quiet for a while when he heard the squawk from the radio and then Seth’s voice. He grabbed the radio and held it up to his mouth. “You do an excellent job of showing me the way, especially into dark, warm places…like this fucking bare…I mean Outback” he replied, smirking. Seth Williams had one of the tightest bodies he’d ever been with, surprisingly since he was a thickly muscled man. “I hope you have some snacks. I’m getting hungry back here.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I can’t help but chuckle at the sound of James’s voice. It brought back so many good memories. And I needed all the good memories I could get right now, after losing Trevor and dealing with this murdering bastard who killed him. But soon, it would be over. We’d be back at the Outback Detention Centre, and in a few more days he’d be broken, then we could execute him silently and quietly. With the keys to the Syndicate in our hands. Then, I could get some private time with the Master Sergeant. I reply back over the radio, “Keep your mind on the road, Sergeant not my bare … well, anyways.” I chuckled again, damn James’s sense of humor was infectious. “Don’t worry big guy, I’ve got the grub right here. Enough to feed even your muscles. How’s our prisoner doing? Has he tried to speak with the guards?”

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I smiled as I heard Seth’s laugh over the radio. It felt good to make the icy cold shell of Seth Williams melt just a little bit. “Don’t you be going all soft on me either, Williams, I hope that bastard is rotting away in the back. They clearly haven’t been pulling his fingernails off like I would be doing since it has been reasonably quiet.” James looked down at the dashboard and turned on the camera that looked into the Bushmaster’s rear hold. He saw Brad chained down against one of the walls with two guards on either side. And then he saw white as there was a massive explosion, the sound erupting and piercing his ear drums as he lost all sense of stability. The Bushmaster left the ground as fire exploded around him, sending the vehicle up and into the air a good 10 feet, lurching to its left before coming back down to the ground and landing on its left side hard. Fire exploded from the engine bay in front of him as his head hit the metal B pillar. The vehicle sparked and slid across the single lane highway and slid down a small drainage embankment on the opposite side of the road, the ass of the truck backing up into the road. The dashboard of the truck was lit up, the engine killed and James groaned as he shook his head and assessed the situation the best he could.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: The waiting game was brutal for some operators, but not for me. I could sit patient as a stone for hours on end. It was a good trait to have in a situation like this. But Drew was constantly fidgeting. That Irish bastard could never stay still, playing the waiting game was something he wasn’t good at. I just let his jumpy, nervous energy turn into background noise and waited. And then, there they were, right on schedule. It wasn’t long after sunset now, and along came the first Bushmaster. I got a clear glimpse of Captain Seth Williams driving, another Ozzy SAS commando next to him, while Seth was speaking into a radio. He passed right over the roughly patched pothole, then right behind it came the real prize. The Bushmaster carrying Brad, being driven by the Master Sergeant, James McDonnell.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I timed it, then hit the button on the remote detonator, setting off the C4 charge right under the engine block. A cone of fire and destruction lanced out from the fake pothole, spearing the massive vehicle under the engine block, blasting it up into the air, where it majestically turned on it’s side and smashed, and slid across the highway into a drainage embankment, exposing the rear of the compartment to us in the best possible situation. I had two more small shaped C4 charges ready to go. I shouted at Drew, “FOLLOW ME”, and to the rest of our crew, “Keep those fuckers from the front Bushmaster off our backs!” I darted out, a submachine gun slung across my back, though I was hoping not to use it. Drew would have to deal with the guards in the back while I got Brad free.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: We reached the rear of the smashed up Bushmaster, to the sound of gunfire from our men. Clearly the bastards up front thought they could make a dash for us. I zoned the gunfire out. I trusted my men, they knew their job. And I knew mine. Working with extreme speed and precision, I wedged in little pats of C4 in between the small gap separating the rear doors from the frame, a small blasting cap next to each. I nodded at Drew, gesturing for him to get out of the blast radius, then activated the remote detonator. There was a much smaller set of twinned explosions, and the doors to the Bushmaster blew clean off, hurtling out into the road. The explosion had been shaped not to blow inward. If Brad didn’t make it out alive, we didn’t get paid. Time to find him.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I had been partially dosing in the back, this journey was long and boring with tweedle dee and tweedle dum refusing to engage in any stimulating conversation. Then my body was thrown upward, a massive explosion taking place as I was thrown to the side and then slammed into the hard metal floor of the Bushmaster. The chains that were around my wrists kept me from going too far even as my legs and lower body shifted violently. The two men in the back with me weren’t restrained so they were jumbled and thrown around hard as the truck slammed into the front, one losing his gun and the other losing his baton. The fire at the front of the truck was clear as the metal floor of the Bushmaster started to warm up rapidly. The two men started to yammer at each other as outside there were voices getting closer to the back of the Bushmaster. All I could think to say was, “Oh boy, you kangaroos are fucked now,” laughing out loud.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, as James was checking up on Brad a massive burst of static ripped through the radio, before going dead. In the rear view mirror, I saw a flash of light, and then James’s Bushmaster flipping into the air and crashing hard to the verge, on its side. Instantly, everything became ice cold calm. I slammed on the breaks so violently the SAS commando next to me was jolted awake, and slammed against his 4 point restraint. I whipped the wheel of the Bushmaster HARD, tires burning rubber as the ungainly vehicle spun violently, then stopped, half on the road half off. I barked at the commando, “Private Peterson, we are in a combat situation, you are authorized to use lethality against any combatants. Cover me.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I exploded out of the driver's seat, my hand drawing my Glock G7 from my tactical belt. I nearly got my fucking brains blown out as a round of submachine gun fire shattered the window behind me. FUCK ME. With a herculean leap of effort, I threw myself head first towards the front of the Bushmaster, slamming hard to the ground in a shoulder roll, springing up to my feet to dart around the front of the Bushmaster, another round of bullets slamming into the side of the armored vehicle. FUCK FUCK. Private Petersen was right next to me. As I looked over the hood, I began to assess the tactical situation. Two heavily armed men darted across the road towards the downed Bushmaster. I fired off a round from my Glock, but the shot was wide. We couldn’t just rush to the aid of the other Bushmaster, and I soon found out why. There, across the road, maybe 30 yards from where we were, the unknown assailants, although I KNEW beyond any shadow of a doubt they were Syndicate, and this was an attempt to free Brad Sterling. That would happen over my dead body.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: They had taken up a defensive position behind a line of boulders fronting the road. We needed to get to Brad, we needed to support our men still in the Bushmaster. I thought furiously when Private Peterson spoke up, “SIR, over there, halfway between the two vehicles, where the road guard rail hugs the curve, there is a deep ditch right behind it that will give us cover. We can fire between the slats of the guard rail.” I looked over at the Private. He was good. Of course he was good. He was one of McDonnell’s men. I reply, “Quick thinking Private. Okay, I’m going to make a run for it. Keep those bad guys off me.” The Private moves into position, nods at me, and as soon as he aims his submachine gun at the bad guys, and lets out a sustained burst of fire, I dart from cover, massive quads powering me with huge strides. My fitness served me well. Some of the men took a few potshots at me, puffs of dirt erupting near my feet, but soon, I made the ditch and slammed into it. Then, it was my turn. I didn’t have a submachine gun, but I was a damn good marksman. And my Glock was semi-automatic. I took aim, and fired throwing rock chips in the face of one of the bad guys. I gestured to Peterson, and he made his own dash, just as successfully as I did. I nodded at him. Then, we had to figure out next how to help our mates in the downed Bushmaster, and most importantly, NOT TO LET THEM RESCUE BRAD.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: As the truck lights arrived, I started to tap relentlessly on my knee, the excitement for what was about to happen starting to build. I loved a good rescue op. When Danijel blew up the truck, fire and smoke exploded everywhere, glass was all over the road from the front windshield as I followed Danijel closely to the back of the smoking Bushmaster, hearing the front door slowly creak open, expecting the driver was alive and going to try and flee. But securing Brad was a higher priority before his captors tried to execute him. When Danijel nodded at me, I shifted back and he activated the detonator. I pulled my handgun off my combat belt and held it up as the doors blew off clean. In the back it was smokey but the silhouettes of three individuals were still clear enough. One in orange in the middle I assumed was Brad and immediately targeted the right one and pulled the trigger. A scream of pain and Tweedle Dee fell like a sack of potatoes to the ground with a thud. The scream was silenced with a second bullet but that bought Tweedle Dum enough time to come at us.

12:26 Private_Tony_Edwards: The crash was sudden, and damn violent. We were tossed around the compartment with extreme prejudice, the only thing saving me and Phil from getting killed or injured was our heavy duty battle gear, I was never so goddamned thankful for a helmet in my life. The Bushmaster finally stopped rolling, ending up on its side. I turned to look at Brad who was laughing and making a stupid quip. I felt for my sidearm, my Glock, but it had fallen out during the tumble, but Phil had his out. He snarled, “Should we shoot the fucker?” I replied, “Orders are we only kill him if it looks like he’s going to break free. Hold tight. I need to find my Glock.” Then, the goddamn fucking doors blew off, leaving my ears ringing from the sound. I knew at once it was a fucking shaped charge, with one goal: To get in here with us. WHERE THE FUCK WAS MY GLOCK?

12:26 Private_Tony_Edwards: Then, two bastards, hard-muscled, grim faced mother fuckers charged in. Phil fired, but missed. The smaller red-haired mother fucker didn’t. Suddenly the rear of the compartment was painted with Phil’s brains. He was my friend. FUCK. He was my best mate. But there was no time for grief, not now. The little shit was trying to get a bead on me, while his companion was, FUCKING OF COURSE, charging towards the chained asshole, Brad. I charged the littler fucker, wielding my only available weapon, my stun baton, knocking aside his sidearm, and driving my boot forward in a brutal front kick aimed right at his fucking solar plexus. I was a damn good hand to hand fighter. If I could just finish this little fuck off fast enough till the Sarge and Private Daniels could get their lazy asses out of the drivers compartment to help us, we’d turn this around. I screamed out, “SARGE!! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE NOW!”

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Brad was right there, and I rushed at him without a moment’s hesitation. Drew would handle those two soldiers. I trusted him with my life. Sure enough, there was a gunshot, and vaguely, out of the corner of my eye, blood and brains spattered the rear of the compartment. I took out a heavy pair of industrial bolt cutters from my tactical belt, and glanced up at Brad as I started to methodically snap through the high-grade steel links that secured him to the wall. I spoke up, voice calm and matter of fact. “We’ll get the manacles off you once we are out of here. I’ve got some lockpicks waiting.” He looked pretty fit, considering he was a prisoner.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The dust from the explosion started to clear but my laughter did not as I watched my first captor’s head get splattered across the back wall of the truck. I was ready to get out of here and clearly the Syndicate had valued me enough to send the reserves. But when the first person appeared through the smoke, surprise took hold of me. Danijel Novac…he was involved with this? Danijel and I had a history with each other. Both growing up in mafia families back in the US. We had a few run-ins back in the day. I had heard that he and Drew Collins had joined the Syndicate together but never did I expect that Danijel would have built the clout within the Syndicate that they would send him to save me. I was expecting Derek Steele, if anyone. I shook off the surprise and sat up, noticing Danijel was bigger than ever. His combat gear hugged his v-shaped torso and he seemed to have put on about 20 pounds of pure man muscle since I’d last seen him. There was no time to admire it though, and Danijel used the bolt cutters, snapping my binds. “Let’s go!” I said, sliding out of the back of the Bushmaster and checking the situation with Danijel on my heels. Another Syndicate fighter was handling the other guard and I was keen to leave him to it. I had bigger fish to fry. That motherfucker Seth Williams was out there, and I was going to find him and finish him. There was a break in the fire fight and Danijel and I moved together across the road to the opposite side where we could regroup with those providing cover.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: The guard charged out of the truck toward me as I started to shift the gun in his direction. But his baton cut through the air and slammed into my hand, knocking the gun away onto the road. Quickly he followed it up with a front kick toward my solar plexus, jumping out of the Bushmaster in the process as the heavy sole caught me straight across the chest and threw me backward several steps, eliciting a loud grunt. My cock started to stiffen at the prospects of some hand to hand combat as I pulled the knife from my combat belt. Danijel and Brad appeared out of the back of the truck as my eyes crossed Danijel’s quickly, not having time to get a look at the man we were there to rescue. There was no need to tell him I had this and to get Brad out, we both just knew. I looked straight back at the enemy. “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, bitch,” I growled, gripping the pommel tight and turning it in my hand before stepping in, slashing toward the slightly taller brown haired mother fucker, aiming for his face and then quickly slicing down toward his chest.

12:26 Private_Tony_Edwards: My boot blasted that fucking wanker right out of the Bushmaster, and I charged forward after him, but FUCK ME, if that other bad guy managed to get Brad free. Holy fucking balls, this was fast becoming a grade-A shitshow. I snarl back at the shorter Irish bastard, “Fuck you cunt, I’m right where I fucking need to be, about to gut your sorry ass, making the world a better fucking place.” He comes at me, slashing towards my face, instinctively, I snap my head back, but the mother fucker ain’t no rookie, and slashes down towards my chest. I’m wearing my chest carrier with my bulletproof vest under it, but kevlar is shit at stopping knives. The blade slashes through part of my kevlar, scoring a bloody line of fire across part of my pec before getting tangled in my chest carrier. Hurts like mother fuck. My hand reaches up to seize his knife wrist, muscles bulging as I try to rip his arm aside, and my boot snaps up, kicking the steel tip right for his bollocks while I activate my stun gun, and try to fucking jab him in the neck with it.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: My knife sliced straight through the fabric of the SAS soldier as I felt it cut into his pec as he flinched, his face contorting. But this was a hard man and he reached for my knife wrist, looking to open me up for the attack to my manhood. The kick came in and wasn’t quite on point but still slammed into the man region and fuck did it hurt. My legs wobbled as nausea flowed through me but I kept my feet, leaning into him slightly, growling in pain.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: The ringing in my ears was and spots on my eyes were still constant as I opened the door to the truck and threw myself out even as the fire from the engine scorched the earth all around the embankment. I landed on the ground and rolled, pulling my Glock G7 off of my combat belt and then turning to face the back of the Bushmaster. I could see the feet of men at the back but whose were they….the sounds of the firefight and callouts through the night air made it difficult to say and I wasn’t going to be responsible for shooting my own men in the legs. I turned and stayed low at the bottom of the embankment and looked out to see the firefight across the road between the two positions. Seth and my men were using the guard rail and embankment as protection. I waited for a break in the firefight and made my move across the road, jumping down into the embankment to join the others, fortunately not taking any fire as the Syndicate bastards continued to focus on Seth and the team’s position. “They’ve got the back of my Bushmaster open. Our men and theirs are back there. We can’t let Sterling escape!” I looked at Seth, grabbing him. “You need to go after Sterling! I’m going to flank the opposite side and try to get a position to introduce these wankers to my grenades!”

12:25 Danijel_Novac: We dart safely back to our defensive position, Drew is still out there, battling with one of the SAS grunts. I was not about to underestimate the Ozzy SAS. They were no joke. I didn’t like Drew out there exposed, I swear that fucker took too many risks, so I shouted at him, in a no-nonsense command voice, “DREW! DISENGAGE NOW!” Then, I turned to Brad. It had been a while since I’d seen him. I had a lot of respect for Brad, and I was curious to hear how he got caught and what the ASG had planned for him. But catching up with him can wait. Right now, I’m all business. I reached down to my tactical belt, grabbing my lockpicks, and working quickly, expertly, wordlessly and efficiently, I began to pick the locks of each of the manacles, one by one, calling out orders over my shoulder, “Randy, get Brad armed.” Randy did so, tossing over a Glock G7, a combat knife, and a tactical belt already loaded out with a selection of grenades and a holster for the G7 and the combat knife.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I turn to Brad, “We’ve made arrangements to get us all out of Australia, but obviously, we aren’t going anywhere until we kill these Ozzy SAS. That’s not going to be a cake walk, we’ll need your help.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Edwards was the motherfucker’s name, judging from the name tagged to his chest carrier. As i leaned into him, I grabbed his arm as i saw him bringing the stun gun up toward my neck, I shifted my hip into his body and looked to hip toss the fucker toward the ground. I heard Danijel’s order and didn’t question it. He wouldn’t say it if there wasn’t a good reason. “Gotta go bitch, hope we get to play again,'' I growled and then turned toward the boulders, sprinting across the road as the Bushmaster had created a great cover for a long time. A bullet whizzed past my legs as I dove for the boulder formation.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I was all business just like Danijel. There would be time later to catch up but right now it was about surviving this fight and fucking the ASG. I wanted Seth bad, a second chance to make a final impression. I shed the bright orange jumper, pulling off the top and the bottom, leaving me just in the black compression shorts I had been wearing the day I was dragged into the Syndicate hell hole. I looked to Randy as Danijel gave him instructions, pulling on a pair of tactical fatigues and then a kevlar vest on top of it. “I’m good. Fucking humanitarian countries don’t know how to break a captive. They’ve been feeding me like I’m on vacation.” I say with a laugh as I hear multiple bullets fly into the boulder in front of us as suddenly the pasty white agent who had helped Danijel dove in behind the boulder and rolled up into a kneeling position. We look at each other. “Drew Collins,” he said, holding his hand out. I took it and shook it. “Thanks Drew. Let’s go kill these motherfuckers, shall we?” I turned to Danijel. “Can your men hold it down here? You and I go for the flank and look to take Seth Williams. He has vital information for us.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I watched, seething with rage, fury and hate that threatened to shatter my self-control as the team of Syndicate specops blew their way into the back of the downed Bushmaster, and one of them ran off with Brad. I popped my head out of cover, took a bead on them with my G7, had them perfectly in my sight, when suddenly a round of gunfire slammed into the guard rail , nearly blowing my brains out. I ducked back into cover. FUCK FUCK FUCK. NO FUCKING WAY IN HELL AM I LETTING THAT MURDERING BASTARD GET AWAY. I thought furiously about how to turn this situation around, when suddenly James made a dash for it, that big muscled mother fucker charging like a bull so fast those Syndicate specsop focusing on keeping me and Peterson pinned down. I felt a sense of relief now that the big man was here. Together, we’d handle this. I listened to James, then shook my head, the rage in my voice barely contained. The iceman was having serious anger issues right now. Bitterly, I said, “Too fucking late for that James, they already made it back to those boulders over there with Sterling. But you got the right idea, once we get the rest of your men to safety, you flank them, and I’ll deal with Sterling.” The last bit was said in a tone hard as steel and lethal as a bullet to the brain. I would fucking DEAL with Sterling.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Then, Private Ron Harding, who had escaped from the Bushmaster’s driving compartment before James, dashed over into cover. That just left Private Edwards, who was engaged with one of the Syndicate specops. He was a fucking tough bastard, I had faith in him. I had faith in all of James’s men. I wasn’t sure what had happened to Private Phil, but I was guessing the fact that he hadn’t emerged from the Bushmaster to mean that he wasn’t going to. I’d heard the gunshots. But Private Edwards would fill us in. But we needed him here, not out there in the open. I shouted, “PRIVATE EDWARDS! FALL BACK!” I turned to James, “All right big man, go paint the rocks with those mother fucking Syndicate nutjob’s brains. Peterson, Harding, lay down alternating bursts of covering fire, I want those Syndicate mother fuckers pinned down. When Edwards joins the party, tell him to do the same. James and I have some business to take care of.”

12:26 Private_Tony_Edwards: Who the FUCK was this cunt? He was goddamn good, too good. Specops level of good. He fought like a goddamn machine, partially stuffing my kick to his bollocks, and taking the rest with only a grimace. He managed to grab my arm before I shocked the piss out of him, and with a speed and skill that I would be hard pressed to counter, he hip tossed me like I was a lightweight, and I smashed hard to the asphalt, pain erupting all up and down my back and side. I was back up in a matter of seconds, eyes flashing with rage, ready to rip this Irish mother fucker apart with my bare hands, but then he turned and ran. Just then, I heard the loud, penetrating voice of the Captain. As much as I wanted to kill the fucker, I wasn’t about to get in the habit of disobeying orders, and charged back, weaving in an unpredictable back and forth sprint to prevent the bad guys from getting a bead on me. I leapt over the guard rail, and landed expertly in the ditch, ready to join the battle to put those Syndicate cunts on ice.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I turned as Seth mentioned my other men and saw Edwards working his way back, needing cover to get across the road as I had. I pulled my gun out and popped up from the metal grate and drew it for him as he ran across squeaky clean, nearly picking off one of those rat bastards as he popped his head out from behind the boulder. As Edwards got to us, I looked at him, seeing the blood. “Are you OK?” I growled. These motherfuckers were going to pay for this. I turned to Seth, “Let’s go root these wankers out and send them back to the Syndicate in boxes!” He backed off from the metal guardrail and moved into the darkness of the desert behind him, getting ready to lead the flank.

12:26 Private_Tony_Edwards: I turned to Sarge, “Just a scratch Sarge, I’ll be fine. Won’t interfere with my ability to kill those cunts, don’t worry about that. But … gotta tell ya Sarge, Phil didn’t make it.” My face was grim with rage. Those bastards would pay for killing my mate.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Danijel kept an eagle eye on those Ozzy fuckers while Brad geared up. He felt a sharp tension until Drew was safely back behind cover. Someday, he knew that there might be an op where Drew didn’t come back. But he refused to even consider it, although every time his Irish bastard was in danger, he carried a sharp tension. But he was safe now, introducing himself to Brad. He didn’t pay attention to Drew’s conversation with Brad. Refocusing on the combat, his sharp eyes spotted movement, as a big muscled fucker, he was certain it was Seargeant James McDonnell darted out from cover, melting behind the Ozzy’s defensive position into the shadows. As he noticed this, he heard Brad’s words, but didn’t turn to look at him. He replied in a brisk, sharp tone, “Right. Drew, you and the men keep those SAS pinned down. Sgt. McDonnell has just moved out. We can’t let that fucker flank us. I’ll deal with him Brad, you go after Seth.” Then, turning I looked at Drew. Fuck … what a man he was. Then, Danijel darted out from behind cover, moving in a broad arc designed to sweep the area to the left of their position, staying in the shadows, looking to intercept Sgt. McDonnell.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: As James backed off and left to try and secure a flank, I double checked my weapons, then with a brisk nod to the men, I darted out to the left of our position, staying low, and counting on the SAS Commandos to keep the Syndicate specops fuckers pinned down. I darted back to our Bushmaster, using it as cover, planning to dart across the road, and try to flank those fuckers from the other side. I was hoping, HOPING like hell that would draw Brad out, so I could finish what I started. There was no WAY he was going to get out of this. NO FUCKING WAY was he going to escape justice for murdering Trevor, I would take him down again. I’d done it once, and I would do it again, and the entire fucking Syndicate with him.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I watched as Danijel left to protect the flank and got another look at Drew. Dude seemed solid, but there was no time for pleasantries. I turned back and peered around the boulder, seeing that motherfucker Seth Williams as he darted toward the first Bushmaster. My manhood firmed up almost immediately at the sight of him. I was going to make him beg for death, just like I promised. My thought was interrupted by the boulder right in front of me taking a bullet that three inchest to the side would have gone through my head. I ducked back, looking at Danijel’s crew. “Cover me, boys, in 3! It’s time to cut off the lion’s head!” I pulled my Glock G7 out. “3….2….1….NOW!” I shouted as I darted out from the boulder and ran at full speed toward the second Bushmaster. Gunfire rang out in tandem as the boys covered me and only a couple of bullets made their way toward my feet before I slammed into the Bushmaster. From there I ran around the side and looked down toward the opposite Bushmaster. I melted into the darkness, jumping down into the embankment and getting low, onto my hands and knees and working my way down the side toward Seth Williams and his Bushmaster.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The firefighting was intense and as I made my way up to the Bushmaster, I could see Seth Williams scanning and analyzing. I moved past him, wanting to come in from behind, the sound of the battle disguising the small sounds of rocks and dirt under my boots. I got to the front of the Bushmaster and then looked across at the SAS agents directly across the road. They had no clue I was there. They would now. I flattened myself to the ground and grabbed two grenades from my belt. I pulled the pin on the first, clasping the handle so it wouldn’t detonate, then pulled the pin on the second. Then I stood up quickly and lobbed the first grenade, following it quickly with the second, wanting to send explosive fire and death into the ranks of the SAS. Then I turned toward Seth and pulled my Glock from my belt. “Hey Williams, it’s time for round 2, motherfucker!” I shouted out and then pulled the trigger just as the first of the grenades exploded.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I moved into the darkness a good 50 feet, flanking around a few large rock formations but then cursed under my breath as I ran into a thick brush that was full of shit you don’t want to fuck with in the Outback. I back tracked to my original position, then went out further, finding a dried out stream bed. The moonlight was intense as I sprinted down the channel, hearing the firefighting in the distance. These Syndicate wankers were going to be in for a surprise when I cut their back lines down. ‘Just another minute, hang on boys’ i thought to myself. I cleared about 100 meters and then cut back toward the road, slowing down as i cut through a rock indentation, rounding a corner and literally slamming into one of these bastards as he was rounding the corner as well. Frantically I grasped for my combat knife from my belt…

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I watched as Danijel moved out. “Stay safe Danni,” I said as he departed. I waited for Brad and stood up when he gave the order, firing repeatedly into the enemy line, looking to give him the distraction he needed to get away. With Danijel and Brad out, I shifted over to the other men. “Keep the fire up boys! Keep these cunts distracted and we’ll be partying tonight in Alice Springs!” Just then, blood spattered onto him as Jacobs fell straight backward onto his back, a huge hole going straight through his face as his body instantly went limp. “Motherfucking cunts!” I growled, grabbing Jacobs’ machine gun and pointing it around the rock, letting go a stream of bullets in a furious frenzy of anger.

12:26 Private_Tony_Edwards: As we exchange heavy fire with those bastards, one of them, hell is that Brad Sterling??? Armed to the fucking teeth, charging out towards Seth’s position? I try to get a bead on him, but just then a savage burst of concentrated gunfire slams into our position. It would be death to try and line up a shot. Not too long after, a round metal globe hurtles at us, followed by a second one immediately after. I scream “GRENADE!” As I selflessly threw myself on top of the grenades, one of my final thoughts was that that fucker Brad had just played us. Then my final thought was at least I saved Peterson and Edwards. The grenades exploded, they tore my body into gore. The ditch was full now of chunks of bloody muscle and flesh, as one brave, proud SAS squaddie was now very, very dead. Peterson and Edwards were badly stunned, their ears were bleeding, and they were covered in dead bits of Edwards. The emotional trauma was massive, but they were SAS, they were the best. They pulled themselves together, they would cry later, and started laying down covering fire again.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I was taking cover behind the Bushmaster, trying to find a chance to make my dash, but one of those Syndicate specops bastards had spotted me, and was keeping me from dashing. I’d have to signal to the boys to give me some cover so I could make a move. I inched back towards the other side of the Bushmaster, poked my head around to signal the troopers when two grenades, one after the other exploded inside our defensive position, and I lost sight of the position momentarily. A white hot fury erupted inside me. HOW THE FUCK DID THEY FLANK US? Those were three good men. I fought to keep my cool. We could still pull this one off. If either me or James got the right position, we’d return the favor. Suddenly, a bullet slammed into my back, smashing me brutally hard against the side of the Bushmaster. It felt like I’d been kicked by a fucking mule right in the back. Luckily, my bullet proof kept me alive, but I’d have a bruise for a week after this.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Without any hesitation, the result of years of combat training and ice cold reaction times, I threw myself to the ground, rolled over my shoulder, up to a knee, my own Glock G7 out, and returning fire in under 3 seconds, smoothly getting a bead on FUCK FUCK FUCK it was BRAD.. Getting a bead on his centre mass and firing, before charging him like a bull, my left hand darting to my belt and drawing my blade as I ran, my eyes ice cold, but the fire in me was raging hot. Finally I’d get a chance to kill Trevor’s murderer.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I was making good distance, sweeping in an arc designed to give me maximum opportunities to intercept anyone who tried to flank my men. I heard the explosion of the grenades, but didn’t look. I didn’t know if they were my men or if they were the SAS men. It didn’t matter. I had to stay focused, always I stayed focused. And as I rounded a boulder, there right in front of me was Sgt. James McDonnell. We slammed into each other, bounced back, and my knife was out just as quickly, held low and dangerous in my right hand. I charged him, leading with a right kick towards his left knee, hoping to stun my opponent, and drove my blade in a low, lazy uppercut, aiming for the small gap between the bottom of his chest carrier and bullet proof vest and his combat fatigues, trying to sink a few inches of steel into his gut. Even in the dim light, I could see he was a very hard muscled fucker. Good. I loved a challenge.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The shot clipped Seth Williams in the combat vest as I cursed under my breath. ‘Too long in a cell,’ I thought to myself as I flattened myself back against the Bushmaster around the corner just as Seth returned fire, the sounds of metal on bullet ricocheting. “Hear your men, Williams?!?” I shouted out. “They’re dying!” Then suddenly, Seth appeared, his blade drawn and fire in his eyes as he rounded the side of the Bushmaster and fronted me. I quickly reached for my combat knife, looking to even up the playing field.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: My knife was out as I got a look at this boy the Syndicate had sent to his most certain death. He was fast, and well built - bigger than me even. But he was reckless, charging me like a bull with a kick to my left knee that I stepped back from, angling to my right so his kick fell short. His lazy uppercut was lazy enough that it too slid wide as I circled, looking to flank him and send a slash straight across his left shoulder and down his arm, lowering myself slightly and retreating a bit, taking in this bastard boy who was about to die a painful death.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: The Sergeant has skills and he has the strength to match them. While I might respect them, they won’t save him. He pivoted back and right, avoiding my kick, also giving him the distance to avoid my slash. He circled rapidly trying to flank me, but I smoothly kept pace with him, pivoting and matching his speed, despite my heavier bulk. I trained for this. He reached forward for a slash to my left shoulder, but he underestimated my speed. My left hand darts forward, beneath his slashing blade to seize his right wrist, keeping his right side open, and preventing him from retreating. At the same time I seize that right wrist, my left boot lashes out in a brutal snap kick aimed directly for his short ribs. I keep my own right hand with its blade held back to guard.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I hear Brad’s voice taunting me, but almost as though in mockery of him, gunfire erupted once more from our position. “Sounds like you missed a few, cunt.” I snarled at him, my movements precise and calculating as I began to carefully approach Brad. This was no time to let my temper get the best of me. I snapped forward suddenly, my foot blasting up a spray of dirt and pebbles towards Brad’s face, while I darted forward, my knife held low, slicing savagely towards his left thigh.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: It was going to be sweet revenge ripping this young Syndicate bastard apart, James thought to himself as his knife sliced toward the enemy but the bigger man had speed he did not anticipate. The slash missed as he grabbed my wrist firmly, twisting my arm enough to keep my body open and sending the kick up into my ribs. I grunted as the heavy combat boot slammed into my body, flexing my hard, battle tuned muscle to absorb the blow. I ripped hard to release my wrist from his grip, growling loudly in the dark desert night, spinning to my right and looked to send a spinning elbow toward the Syndicate fighter’s jaw, keeping my knife in my hand and extending it after the elbow, looking to slash across the bastard’s cheek.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My boot smashes into his body, but the Sarge is every bit as tough as our research on him suggested, and he absorbs the blow, yanking his right arm out of my grip, spinning away from me. The problem the Sarge is making is he’s not used to anyone else able to match his speed. His technique is not taking that into account. I’m going to make him pay for that. It’s no big chore for a fighter of my training and fitness to shift levels, ducking underneath that elbow. I held my right hand, holding my knife, in reserve for just such an opportunity. That allowed me to slash it forward lighting fast, before his elbow could even reset. I aimed my slash right across his abs, knowing that the kevlar body armor might stop a bullet, but it’s shit at stopping a blade. I’m gonna make this Ozzy SAS commando pay, and pay big time for his mistake.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “I missed the biggest cunt of them all,” I growl in reply. “But let’s dance bitch, I’ll fill that hole soon enough!” Then the ASG agent shot a spray of dirt and pebbles off his boot up toward my face. I wasn’t expecting it but at the same time it was hard to get high enough. I backed up immediately, retreating down the side of the Bushmaster but Seth was moving faster, his knife drawn. The first slash toward my thigh fell just short as I planted on my back foot and looked to stop his progress before he could slash again, throwing a big left hook toward his right eye, then looked to step back and fire a kick toward his knife hand, looking to connect with my boot to hopefully kick the knife away.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I charged forward, my speed impressive, but thanks to Goulborne Correctional Facility, Brad was in top shape, and managed to slide down the side of the Bushmaster, staying just out of reach, so my attempt to slash his thigh failed. I reset my blade, ready to try again, when Brad lashes out at me with a left hook. My right arm, blade in hand snaps into guard, tight and professional, stuffing that left hook, my right arm snapping back as soon as it absorbs that kick. But I was too focused on snapping my left leg forward in a low kick designed to knock your right leg out from under you, that I never noticed your left boot snapping up, slamming into my knife hand and sending it flying!!

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: My elbow extended and cut through the air, hitting nothing as the Syndicate bastard sure was quick. Almost immediately I heard the cut of kevlar and felt the burn of the blade slicing across my abs as the sharp knife of my enemy cut through my gear. I grunted as the pain seared through me, backing away in the small clearing, holding my knife but switching it to my left hand, circling and gripping my side. This boy thought he was clever. Let him come to me and I would skewer him alive!

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My blade sliced right through his kevlar in a move the over-confident, under trained SAS Sergeant never saw coming. The feel of my blade cutting a slash across his muscled abs was better than sex. At least, it was better than sex with anyone but Drew. The hard-muscled Sarge backed off, switching his blade to his left. I followed after him, likewise switching my blade to my left. He was gripping his cut abs, and I knew I’d hurt him, hurt him good. He was also about to find just how fast on the draw I was. As he backed off, that gave me the opening I needed, and switching my blade to my left freed up my right. I was well aware he wanted me to come to him, but I don’t fight by my opponents rules. I changed the rules. Again, planning on taking him by surprise with my speed, my right hand darted down to my tactical belt in a blur of speed, the result of intense training, pulling out my Glock G7, and firing a single round right at his torso, all with split second timing. I wasn’t going to risk going for a headshot, not with both of us moving, and with me needing speed over accuracy. I know the shot wouldn’t kill him, but it would degrade the effectiveness of his body armor so that a follow up shot or even a knife stroke would easily penetrate the degraded armor and get me the kill, and it might just knock him right off his feet.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My hook slams straight into Seth’s guard, unsurprising that he would be prepared for it but then as I backed up and threw the kick, I connected with his hand, the knife flying out of it. I almost had to laugh at how good I was, and possibly just how lucky I was but I wasn’t going to admit it. “Advantage me, motherfucker,” i growled as i shifted quickly toward Seth, looking to put him on his back foot as i lunged toward him, looking to get a slice across his left thigh, knowing there was little chance I’d be able to deal a death blow to a man as competent as Seth Williams until I had him worn down some.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Without a knife now, most observers might think I was at a disadvantage. But that’s only because they don’t know how good I am. Coldly, I didn’t stop to worry about it, and kept on the attack. I deliberately lead with my left thigh, wanting to goad him into an attack. And he fell for it. His knife hand darted out, to slice my thigh, but I was ready. My left hand suddenly sliced down delivering a savage chop to his wrist before the blade could bite me. At the same time, my right boot snapped up, looking to smash him in his rock-hard abs with a push kick to blast him backwards.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: The young wanker agent mirrored my action, shifting his knife hand. He could see the wound. It hurt like a bastard but this wasn’t my first tumble and even I played up the pain a little bit, hoping he'd get a sense of over confidence and he sure did go for his Glock. The second his right hand started to move to his tactical belt, I was moving forward and as the Glock came out, I slashed my knife across his forearm, hoping to cut into the nerves that would affect his right hand usage. I flanked to my left defensively to keep distance from his knife hand should he decide to slash again at me while also narrowly avoiding the single shot as it ricocheted off one of the rocks. Then I pivoted on my left leg, bringing it up and looked to slam my right combat boot up right under where his body armor stopped.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The chop led down onto my wrist and caught it just before the blade pressed into Seth's thigh, knocking my arm away as the knife spun and landed in the dirt near the base of the Bushmaster. The ASG agent was quick as he caught me with a push kick, landing into my body armor mostly and sending me backward several steps, stumbling and falling onto my ass, the armor absorbing most of the blow. I could have gone for my gun at that moment, but a bullet in Seth Williams', while nice, wouldn't give the sweet revenge I wanted, especially after what he had done to me in Brazil, and then again in captivity. Seth also could have gone for his gun, but he hadn't. Not yet. That led me to take one of the biggest ego-driven risks of my life. I grabbed the strap of the body armor and pulled on both sides, releasing it from my torso. Quickly I grabbed a 4 inch rock that was next to me as I kipped up to my feet, strafing slowly, my eyes watching every fiber of Seth Williams. "Let's do this like men, Williams. Put your weapons down and lets see who the alpha is. As Trevor would want." It was risky to invoke Trevor but perhaps it would bring reason to the situation as Trevor always appreciated the intense art of war.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I had ducked behind the rock again, the fire fight starting to lean in our direction as clearly the grenade that Brad had thrown had reduced the enemy force to some degree. I looked over in Brad’s direction and saw him kip up, his body armor falling off his torso as he looked toward Seth Williams, who also didn’t seem to be attacking Brad at that moment. ‘What the fuck are they doing?’ I thought to myself.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I watched in near shock as Brad backed off from me after I disarmed him and kicked him back, and released the catch on his body armor. It was fucking insane. I should have killed him right there. One shot, and problem solved. But he was right about one thing, as much as I hated to admit it. I didn’t want to give him a clean death. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. I wanted the fucker to suffer every bit as much as he had made Trevor suffer. The fire flared up inside me, that lust to not just kill him, but to hurt him, and keep on hurting him while he slowly died. I didn’t hesitate, reaching up, and releasing the strap, shrugging off my body armor, leaving me bare chested beneath, eyes on fire as I contemplated how good it was going to feel to rip Brad’s body apart with my bare hands.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I snarled, “You sure gave a fuck about what Trevor wanted while you murdered him, didn’t you, you mother fucking piece of shit!” I drove forward, guard up, snapping out a quick right kick, looking to bury my boot into his ribs, then driving forward with a left cross for his jaw. I was cold inside again, and ready to kill this mother fucker, to beat him down with my fists.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I had misjudged the hard-bodied SAS Sergeant, and that nearly cost me the fight. He changed the rules right back on me, stopping his backwards motion to lunge forward, slashing out with his knife before I had even managed to get a bead on him. I snapped my arm to the side, twisting it instinctively, catching the blade on the meaty, muscled part of my right forearm, avoiding damage to my tendons, but getting a long bloody line of fire drawn across the muscle. My hand twitches, the shot went wide, the spasm from being cut forcing me to drop my gun. All right, so he wasn’t total shit. I’d have to actually work hard at this.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: The Sarge pivoted smartly to his left, avoiding my own left hand blade, but I just as adroitly pivoted to keep facing him. I did it on instinct, despite the cut on my forearm. When his right leg shot out low towards my core, I grunted taking the shot on instinct. The blow was heavy, slamming into my obliques, doing a fair amount of damage to those thickly muscled obliques, pain slamming into my side. I grunted softly, knowing that I’d have a weak spot there, but it was worth it. Because now the thick muscled Sarge was balancing on one foot, giving me a brief window to fuck him up. I lashed out with my right boot, snapping it forward while he was still on one leg, looking to smash my boot ruthlessly into his left kneecap and seriously fuck up his day.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I saw the red leak from this Syndicate bastard’s forearm, a small spatter in the moonlit sky and knew I had wounded him. ‘The tables will turn, cunt,’ I thought to myself as the gun dropped and I continued my assault. My boot slammed into his hard body but that was when I realized I was also in trouble. The git had eaten it, his strong body taking the blow so that he could attack and instantly his boot smashed into my plant leg right at the joint, folding it sideways. The force nearly hyperextended it out of the joint but I flexed the leg hard to prevent it, even if pain seared up and down my appendage. My balance was lost and I tipped over, falling onto my ass. I flexed my abs hard, looking to stay upright as i shifted the knife in my hand and then quickly threw it, hoping my knife throwing training would be enough to lodge it straight into the bastard’s shoulder and end this quickly, then bringing my hands down and defensively pushing backward, keeping my legs out in case he looked to mount and come in on me.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: When I saw Seth unstrap his upper body armor, I dropped the rock at my feet. I only intended to use it if the motherfucker tried to shoot me or throw another knife. “Trevor tried to kill me just as much as I did him. He lost. Deal with it, bitch.” I growled as Seth’s ripped chest was exposed. The Aussie came at me quickly as I brought my arms up but the kick toward my ribs snuck in under my arm and pounded into my naked body. I grunted, breathing out hard as my abs formulated into steel bricks just as his boot impacted. Still, the pain radiated through my core, the force shifting me to the right slightly. He followed it up with the left toward my head but for that i got my right arm up and absorbed the punch. I felt the controlled rage in Seth as I responded with a left uppercut down the middle, looking to split his guard and rock him on the chin, continuing the motion and spinning right while moving left as I brought my right arm up and looked to connect a spinning elbow to the side of Seth’s head.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Fuck up his day I did, his left knee folding sideways at a sick angle, before he collapsed back onto the outback desert ground. I followed up on my advantage instantly, despite the throbbing pain in my left side, my obliques were badly bruised, and pain was shooting through my core. But pain was the name of this game, and I didn’t let it slow me down. In a fraction of a second, I assessed the situation, seeing my opponent sprawled out on his back. He was undoubtedly well trained, and that meant he knew how to use his legs to prevent me from mounting him, and he had a knife. The large rock that hidden us both from each other’s sight when we first ran into each other was right next to it. That was all needed.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My thighs coiled slightly, built up power, and then I leapt up, parkouring with the grace of an elite fighter off the side of the rock, allowing me to sail over the Sarge’s legs. The Sarge launched his knife at the same time I started my leap, but I was already committed to the move, and couldn’t adjust my trajectory. I grimly ignored the hurtling knife, since there was nothing I could do about it. It slammed into my left hip instead of my shoulder, just above my tactical belt, spearing through the flesh, stopped by the bone. There wasn’t a lot of muscle there, so the blade immediately fell out. There was a wound there now, and it was bleeding a lot, but despite the pain, it didn’t impede my combat capability significantly. I finished my parkour maneuver successfully, and my hard-muscled body smashed down towards the powerfully built SAS Sarge’s upper body in a cross body position, clear of his legs, and moving fast. I hoped my parkour maneuver, the speed of it, and the surprise factor would not give that Ozzy mother fucker enough time to respond.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My right kick smashed brutally into Brad’s core, doing tons of damage to my savage delight. But my left cross was expertly blocked by the deadly Syndicate agent. His own left shot in for an uppercut, but I was committed to that left cross, and with only one arm, I couldn’t effectively guard against that uppercut. I ate it… and ate it hard. Brad’s fist smashed under my jaw with brutal force, my head snapping back and up, a bit of blood spraying out of my mouth, and I was fucking rocked, staggering backwards. The only thing that saved me from that spinning elbow was the fact that my entire body had been rocked back by that uppercut. Pain lanced through my skull, and I knew I’d been hit hard. I was hurt. I fought to control my stance, to get my guard up. I needed to be ice cold, in control, and needed to be a killing machine.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: The knife cut through the air but this bastard moved like a cat and was already moving toward him as the knife grazed his hip. He was flying fast, using the rock to redirect himself as he cleared my legs and landed across the top of my body, flattening me down to the ground. His pec smothered my face as he slid a bit on top of me, giving me a full whiff of his man scent. I grimaced as i pulled my arm free and brought it down on top of the Syndicate bastard, then bridged with my left foot to try and flip him off of my chest and roll the two of us, him onto his back and me onto my stomach on top of him before he could solidify his position after the acrobatic attack, staying low and reaching for his eye, looking to drive my thumb into it and savagely take out his ability to see.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My fist crunched into Seth’s jaw and his head shot skyward, blood spattering as I felt more alive than I had in weeks of captivity. The elbow came up short as I had really hit Seth hard. I reset myself looking at him after the spinning elbow, bringing my arms up into a guard but then quickly lowering myself and driving forward, looking to wrap my thick arms around Seth’s torso, trying to lift him up and slam him down back first as Seth was close to the Bushmaster, hoping to land half of Seth’s body on the ground and the other half against the metal fender of the military vehicle.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad wasn’t about to give me time to recover, I wouldn’t have in his shoes. I wasn’t at all surprised when he charged in, attempting to secure a body lock on my hairy, muscled torso while I was still reeling from that devastating uppercut. But I wasn’t done yet, not anywhere close. As he charged in towards me, my combat instincts kicked into high gear. Almost without thought, despite the pain bouncing around in my skull, my knee shot up as Brad lowered himself to secure that body lock, driving directly towards his chin with every fucking ounce of muscle I was able to muster before he could lock his hands around my torso.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My thick, steel-cut, combat forged muscle smashed down on top of the Sarge like a ton of bricks. He was a tough one though, and it was clear he knew how to fight in every position and situation. He freed one arm, and immediately wrapped it around my back, as I was fighting to spread my legs and get a solid base. Connected to his body as I was, I felt the small tell as he tensed himself. I knew what was coming. And I wasn’t fucking having it. My right arm shot out as he tensed himself, and my fingers sunk down into the rip my knife tore in the lower part of his body armor, over his abs. My fingers stabbed down into that knife cut, digging into the muscle and flesh, gripping down hard as the tough, hard muscled Ozzy Sarge tried to throw me off.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: With my grip secured, the attempt to throw me off him failed, and I remained on top of him. His other hand shot up towards my face in an attempt to eye gouge me, thumb out. I twisted my head to avoid it, and caught that thumb in my mouth, then BIT FUCKING hard, doing my goddamn damndest to bite his fucking thumb off.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I rushed in on Seth, wanting to really punish this Aussie motherfucker and seeing my chance to do so. He was reeling back but as I got close, his balance seemed to stabilize and his knee flew up toward my jaw. I was already committed as it smashed into the underside of my chin, snapping my head and body upright, spit flying as I bit down on my lip, turning it red. My forward progress was nearly halted but not completely as I wrapped my arms around him, my head ringing, wanting to slow the fight down but knowing it would not be wise in the current situation. I threw my head forward, defensively and offensively, hoping to connect with Seth’s nose as we were locked together just a foot or two from the side of the truck.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: The Syndicate agent did a great job of balancing himself and securing position as he seemed to know instinctively where I would try to dismount him. As I moved my arms, he moved his and attacked the biting sting his knife had already inflicted, digging his nails into the bleeding flesh. I grunted loudly and bucked up wildly as the thrashing made it hard for him to keep his grip on that spot. Now I was on the attack, going after the bastard’s angular jaw, I felt the sweat on his face, groping for his eye. He twisted away, making it hard to pinpoint as i let it fall just slightly and then “ARRRGHHHHH” a searing pain shot through my thumb like i had slammed it into a car door. My scream broke the silence in the night air as my body bucked, feeling this Syndicate cunt dig deep down into the bone and joint. I ripped my arm away but that allowed his teeth to stick in my nail and rip it partially off as I grimaced again loudly. “CUNT!” I growled as I used my other hand to grab a 3” diameter rock off the dirt next to me and brought it swinging toward the Syndicate’s forehead from the opposite direction.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My knee smashed into Brad’s face, but his momentum carried him forward, and I was still dazed from that uppercut, unable to prevent him from securing that bodylock. Grunting, I slid my forearm up, shaking out the cobwebs, focusing through the pain. I wedged my forearm into Brad’s throat at the same time his head slammed forward bashing into my nose, blood started pouring out of it, but it wasn’t broken, though it was close. The shock of the impact caused my head to snap back, and I stumbled, but at the same time, I drove my forearm hard into his throat, trying to crush the fuck out of his adam’s apple. My other arm reached out, slightly behind us to grab ahold of the Bushmaster. Using that as a point of balance, I attempted to twist and heave, every muscle in my body suddenly flexing with a surge of strength, trying to smash him back first up against the vehicle.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My fingers tore into that knife wound across his hard muscled abs while I fucked his thumb up savagely. I had the fucking Ozzy bastard now. Time to dish out some punishment. His injured arm started groping in the dirt, and his other arm was holding onto my back, and that left the bastard’s face wide open. My left arm lifted up, my bicep flexed and bulged, then I smashed my left elbow down right into his fucking face. Then, at the same time my elbow smashed into his face, I finally found out what his other arm was up to when a rock smashed into my forehead. I saw stars, and blood started pouring down my forehead and face, as I rolled off him in a hurry, staggering up to my feet, trying to shake out the cobwebs and get my guard up. He was good. That only meant killing him would be more satisfying.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I felt Seth’s strong fingers grip around my throat as my neck and upper back muscles tensed instinctively, still throwing my headbutt forward and crunching the motherfucker’s nose. His blood spattered between us as i growled like a rabid animal, feeling the lock of his fingers crushing down into my neck. I bulled into him as he grabbed the back of the Bushmaster, holding me off just enough to then twist and use his power and my momentum to spin me and send my back into the Bushmaster with a loud thud, the vehicle shaking with the force. I nearly lost my feet, as the metal slammed into my back and sliced into the skin. I felt the searing heat from my right shoulder blade, fortunately able to protect my head from hitting the metal. His nails were digging hard into my neck as i looked into his cold eyes, seeing the anger as he sneered at me. I brought my left arm up and attacked his adams apple directly with two fingers, looking to jab him in the throat and push it in, trying to induce sudden pain and choking or at least force himself to defend the move and let go of my neck..

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: Just as my rock-infused hand slammed into the bastard’s face, his elbow crushed down and caught me straight across the nose, turning my face to the side and bloodying my nose, droplets spattering onto the dirt and my combat shirt. I got the better of the exchange though, or at least it felt that way as the cunt retreated, bleeding from his forehead where the rock had impacted him. The site of his blood motivated me. It was time to kill this Syndicate bastard. I pushed up on the dirt, wincing as my thumb radiated pain down my arm but I squelched it and stood up, keeping the rock in my hand. “You’re looking a lot prettier now, boy!” i growled as i came at the Syndicate agent letting him see the rock still in my hand as i threw a jab with the left toward the right side of his face, but leaking it wide, wanting him to protect himself from the rock damage as i came across with a right hook toward his left eye, then sending a push kick toward his chest, looking to send him backward toward a cactus plant next to the large rock where we had both found each other.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I smashed that murdering Syndicate scumbag hard into the Bushmaster, pinning him in place with my hand on his throat. Without even a pause in the action, my combat training having kicked into maximum gear, I brought my knee up while I had the bastard pinned, aiming for his left hand ribs, still remembering the damage I had dished out to his core with my earlier kick in the same spot. My left hand had a tight grip on his throat, while my right shot forward in a brutal strike, aimed at his left eye, putting all my power behind that punch. But at the same time as I launched that knee and that fist for his eye, he struck out with his left towards my unguarded throat, savagely spiking me in the Adam's apple with his fingers. Everything happened at once, my knee, my fist, his spike to my throat. I felt a sick, sharp pain in my throat, gasping, fighting for breath, forcing me to back off, and drop back into a guard while I caught my breath, my ice cold eyes never leaving Brad’s face. I meant to kill that fucker before the night was over.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I fought hard, my disciplined mind cutting sharply through the mental fog and disorientation to keep my balance, to keep my guard, as blood dripped down my stone-cold face. There is one rule in any fight that makes the difference between victory or defeat. Never do what your enemy expects. The sensible thing would be for me to keep my guard tight and give myself time to recover. So that was the last thing I was planning on doing. I slipped that jab, forcing my dazed reflexes to circle my left, then dropped down low, changing levels beneath that incoming right hook. Then, I charged forward, shouldering aside that push kick, and slamming my shoulder like a MAC truck right into his wounded gut, right over the bleeding slash in his abs. My left hand scooped down and caught the back of his knee at the same time, my right hand catching his outstretched thigh, still out of place from that push kick attempt, while every muscle in my body flexed, my abs turned harder than steel, biceps flexed, back and lats engaged, while I tried to heave him up off his feet, intending to twist slightly, and slam him down brutally on top of a low boulder partially buried in the soil.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Seth Williams hadn’t lost any of his sharpness or speed. The hairy chested ASG warrior’s grip was powerful around my neck As he used tremendous speed and form to bring his knee up and slam into my left side abs. I grunted loudly, my body folding slightly up as spittle flew from my mouth onto him in such close quarters. I had sacrificed my body to protect my face as his punch toward my left eye was stuffed by my left arm and the tight guard I had created even as the blow to his Adams apple landed and clearly caused him discomfort. My core ached from the knee and even though I had been in captivity, I had been able to maintain my battle hardened body. I stepped off the Bushmaster, pursuing Seth as quickly as I could. I knew Seth was deadly on his feet and even more so on the ground so I stayed standing and moved in on him, circling and throwing a lead jab with my left toward his nose, trying to keep the focus up and then sent a hard right hook toward those glistening abs bricks.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I was settling into this fight now, having got that git off me and back to our feet. Now was the time to break this American bastard. But he was slippery still, slipping my jab as he played with different height levels and again my hook was off the mark. He was a slippery fuck for being as big as he was as my push kick caught his side but did not really slow him down with a direct hit. Then I felt his shoulder slam into my body, right where the bloody gash had opened as I grunted loudly in pain, my upper body arching backward a bit as I brought one hand down on his head. The pain coursed through my chest and down to my manhood as well, which was hard as a rock inside my camo pants. I brought another fist up and started to throw it when I lost my balance from his heave, and almost instantly I was falling as my back landed hard on the boulder. I braced in the air for the impact, my training telling me how to absorb this blow but nothing could prepare you for it in practice. My body was sprawled out on top of the boulder as I arched my back up from the impact, keeping my head close to my body knowing that if it hit, I’d likely not wake up again. The pain through my torso was significant but I knew I had to fight through it and stay focused. I brought my right leg up and sent my combat book straight for the bastard’s head, looking to fuck up the slight cocky grin I thought I saw on his face while also looking to get him back and off of me.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad was sharp, one of the best, and he blocked that fist trying to fuck up his eye, but he ate that hard knee to his ribs. I felt the shockwave rip through his muscled core, and knew I’d gotten the fucker good. But I had my own troubles, trying to get my breath back after that assault on my Adam's apple. I misjudged him, my focus and concentration still scattered from that assault on my throat. I was sure he was head hunting, and kept my guard tight, stuffing that jab, trying to protect my damaged chin and jaw, but he outsmarted me. His right hook slammed into my sweaty, hairy abs doing serious damage. I kept my flex, but it knocked some wind out of me, and sent a shockwave ripping through my tightly packed hard-muscled core that weakened it. I only let out a grunt, refusing to show him how much that had hurt. Focusing hard, I retaliate, dropping my levels, and sweeping out my right foot in a wide, low arc, seeking to knock his fucking legs out from under him. If I can get him on the ground, I will fucking rip his limbs off. I know I’m a better ground fighter than he is.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: As I slammed that Ozzy roo brutally into that boulder, he rained down a few hard fists to the back of my skull. I ate them. Enough of them would fuck me up, but I could weather a few. I heard the CRUNCHH as the Sarge’s back slammed into that boulder, and heard the grunt and saw the blood on my own shoulder when I rammed his gashed abs.
I stood up at once, reforming my guard, preparing to assault him and finish him off, when his boot suddenly kicked up, and smashed me in my chin. That fucking rocked me… I staggered backwards, blood flying out of my mouth, seeing stars and finding it hard to keep my balance. It had come out of nowhere. I should have been more careful. The Sarge was SAS, and they are not to be taken lightly.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My fist pounded into Seth’s thickly muscled ribcage, feeling it reverberate through him and hearing the grunt. I had dropped men with that punch but not Seth Williams. The tough motherfucker was built like an ox and conditioned for war. He came back at me quickly, looking for the leg sweep and knowing he was so competent on the ground, I was expecting it. I was smaller than Seth, not where it counted of course, but smaller and speedier nonetheless. As his leg flew out in front of him, I shifted to my right, and then jumped up and forward, pulling my legs up toward my body as his kick flew underneath me as I extended my knee and sent a flying knee toward his jaw, looking to rock the Aussie.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: My back radiated pain from being slammed hard against the boulder and luckily the kick toward the Syndicate bastard’s head connected to his chin to wipe the shit eating smirk he seemed to have permanently installed from his face. I grunted, my abs firing as I sat back up, the size of the boulder allowing me to get to my feet reasonably quickly. I staggered a step then charged forward, seeing this cunt struggle to keep his balance, driving my shoulder into him and wrapping my big arms around him in a bear hug, lifting and looking to slam him down on top of another boulder on the opposite side of the clearing, looking to land straight on his chest with my full weight.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I was stunned, stunned when Brad managed to avoid my leg sweep, and as I rose up, I was in no position to block that knee he launched into my face. There was a sickening crunch, and a huge spray of blood as the knee slammed into my face right when I was most vulnerable. My head snapped back, a tooth and a spray of blood erupting from my mouth as my chin took the brunt of that knee. I dropped like a pole axed ox, on the ground, hurt bad, that almost knocked me out. I’d already taken a savage uppercut, and now the knee. My ice cold zone was on the verge of collapsing, it was taking everything I had to stay in this fight. But there was no way in hell I was going to lose this. No fucking way in hell. Despite being downed, and downed hard, I pulled back my right boot, and smashed it up, aiming for Brad’s crotch. I needed to hurt the fucker, big time.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I was hurt, and stunned, but I was trained to an elite level. When that SAS warrior launched himself at me, before I could fully reform my guard, he drove his shoulder into my abs, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his muscles tense, and I knew he was going to try and throw me. Just before he tried to lift me, I snaked my right foot behind his left ankle, and yanked savagely, fucking up his balance, and stuffing his throw. While he stumbled, I twisted in his bearhug, my steel-hard core muscles turning harder than concrete, each ab popping hard, I grabbed his arm, shoved my hip under his, and with a surge of power, I looked to turn the tables on the tough as nails SAS Sarge, to hip toss him over my body and smash his spine across that other boulder. His back had already taken one hard blow, so let’s see if we can really fuck up his spine with another one.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The sickly crunch of that knee into Seth William’s jaw was almost as sweet as the surprised look on his face as he knew he was about to get rocked. How the fuck did this guy take me back in Brazil? I knew I was the better fighter and now I was proving it. Seth dropped backward onto his back, blood and a tooth spattering out. I landed on my feet and moved in quickly. This was not the time to give Seth a chance to recover. But my speed played straight into his hands as he brought his boot up just as I started to go for the mount. The thick sole slammed into my groin and pounded my balls straight up into my body, pinning my shaft against my thigh as I roared out in pain. A wave of nausea swept over me as a loud and pained grunt escaped my lips, doing all I could to suppress the revolting pain that radiated from the core of my manhood. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing anything more. I staggered back, gasping for air, doing everything I could to take a few steps and get clear of Seth’s grasp before my leg gave out and I fell down to one knee.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I had this cunt right where I wanted him. It would be seconds alone until I gut him like the stinking fish he was. My arms wrapped around his body and I started to lift just as I felt my balance start to shift. My foot gave way and instead of having the power to lift up, I stumbled hard. The two of us stagger danced. I didn’t feel him grab my arm but I felt the results of it, my body flying through the air and slamming again, back first onto the hard boulder. Pain exploded in my lumbar as my head hit the back of the rock this time, unprepared for the savagery of the hip toss. I was seeing spots, barely conscious as my body was draped over the boulder again. I couldn’t see anything but the sky, my fight instincts coming into play, yelling at me to get up and curl into a defensive position in the event the Syndicate bastard was there.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My boot buried itself deep in Brad’s crotch, and I could tell the bastard was fucking hurt, and hurt bad. My own jaw was savagely jacked, blood trickling in a constant stream out of my mouth, but that was pain. Pain for another time, after Brad was dead. My other leg snapped out as Brad started to stumble back, trying to hide the pain he was in from that nut shot, but not able to hide it from me. I hooked his knee with my boot, and yanked, looking to make him fall flat on his back, while with every ounce of determination and skill I could muster, I rolled over, twisted, trying not to let the dizziness get the better of me, and surged forward, towards Brad, trying to get into side control on the fucker, where I could pin his chest beneath mine and start fucking him up on the ground.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I won that contest of throw and counter throw, and smashed that hard-muscled SAS Sarge on the same boulder he had tried to throw me on. He landed hard. I didn’t hesitate, following up at once, my adrenaline surging, helping me cut through the fog in my brain from the assaults to my head I’d endured. I reached out, to grab his arm, and practically leapt up as I fought hard to pull that arm deep between my legs, and drape them over his chest before he could curl up. If I could pull off this fall away arm bar while the Sarge was stunned, I’d break his arm like a twig.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The nut shot hurt like a motherfucker, more than most as it was nearly perfectly done to crush my balls against my body. I felt my leg stretch as his boot was able to hook my knee and it caused me to trip and fall awkwardly to the ground. I reached down and grabbed my nuts for a second, rolling onto my back and that’s why I saw Seth lunge toward me. He was trying to get a side guard but I was not going to have that. This motherfucker wanted to go low, let’s go low. As he came in on me and brought his weight in, I brought my right arm up, between his legs as I slammed my forearm up into his manhood, then pulled my hand back and looked to drive a fist straight into his groin with a double shot.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I started to curl into a defensive position when the Syndicate bastard pounced again on top of me, his heavy muscle slamming into my body and pressing me again into the rock. I grunted, looking to bring my hand up to his face to knock him away but he quickly grabbed my arm and then used gravity to slide down the boulder and before I knew it my arm was riding his manhood. I could feel it on my forearm as he bent it backward in the arm bar. The pain was immense as i arched my back, looking to roll into him to try and minimize the pain but the fucker had a great lock on me. My body squirmed under him as I let out a cry of pain, my arm bending unnaturally, veins bulging as I worked to resist him, my face screwing up as his leg came across my face, feeling his calf press against me. I opened my mouth and pressed it into his calf, biting down as hard as I could, suffering through the pain that was also making my jaw lock down that much harder through his combat trousers.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I surged forward towards Brad as I successfully tripped that murdering bastard, sending him to his back. I dropped down on his solid, hard muscled chest like a ton of bricks, but Brad was fast and smart, smashing his forearm up into my crotch as I dropped. I felt my balls start to ache in that special way every man dreads, my guts churning. He pulled his fist back for another blow for my nuts, but just cause he smashed my bollocks, gravity didn't stop, and my falling body stuffs his second nut shot, my hairy chest smashing into his steel-cut muscle like a ton of bricks. My balls are roiling, and my head is still pounding, like I’ve got two migraines at once, my chin and jaw is screaming murder at me. My abs were aching to boot. But I was in full on ice cold murder mode. A fierce surge of determination boils through me, as I keep myself focused on the job at hand. I’m grappling hard with your left hand, while trapping your right arm in between my legs, my quads crushing it tight, trying to keep it out of action while I strike viper fast, trying to lock your left arm in a key lock to wreck your shoulder.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: This tough, rock hard SAS Sarge was good, powerful, determined, trained to an elite level as a warrior and a soldier. But as good as he was, I was better. I slipped that fall away arm bar in before he managed to block it, while he was still brutally stunned from that second slam in a row to his back. My cock grew rock hard, while my battered face was impassive and ice cold. I fell back, down the side of the boulder, the power in my legs keeping his chest and back pinned to the top of the boulder, the angle adding to the destructive power of this arm bar. He was strong, I’ll give him that, his bicep bulged like the guns of a battleship, but it was futile. My entire steel-hard warrior-trained muscle against his one arm. The outcome was inevitable. I smashed the power of his flexed bicep, ripped that vascular, hard muscled arm back at a sickening angle, straining tendons. Then, the Ozzy did what I would have done in his position. He bit my calf, his bite, fueled by adrenaline and savage determination, cut through the heavy fabric of my combat trousers, and I could feel lightning bolts of agony shooting through my calf. But I wasn’t letting up. In a fight against an opponent trained to the standard of the SAS, there can be no retreat, and sacrifices must be made. I let out a scream, channeling that pain into my voice and my muscle, my entire body flexed rigidly, rock hard, and there was a loud CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK echoing through the desert as I broke his fucking arm, applying enough force to snap a 2x4, breaking it clean right at the elbow, causing that arm to unnaturally bend backwards against the elbow joint.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I released my grip, ripped my leg out of his mouth, feeling a savage, gory wound in my calf, the muscle torn and punctured, blood streaming down my leg. But even as I rolled backwards off him, I savagely kicked him in the side of his head with my good leg, my boot crunching powerfully into his jaw, before rolling backwards over my shoulder, and springing back up to my feet. My calf was in stabbing pain, but it could still take my weight. My guard was up. It was time to finish this Sarge. Time to end his life.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Seth fell onto me as I crushed his manhood. He had me in size and used it well to pin my right arm down between his legs. Gunshots rang out on the other side of the Bushmaster as his men and mine continued to try and assert their dominance as the two of us filled the air with grunts. The ASG agent looked to control my left arm, pushing it down and into an awkward position to put pressure on my shoulder joint. I tried to pull back and bring my right knee up looking to hit him in the head as I tore with my arm to try and release the grip he had on it, grunting with the effort as my dick was rock hard in my combat trousers, straining to release.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: My arm was on fire as this Syndicate bastard had it stretched to the brink. I tasted blood through the rough fabric of his combat trousers and heard him scream out. But that scream was a scream of dominance as I felt my arm give and then SNAAAAPPPPPPP. My scream cut through the air, guttural and deep as I could see my arm bent in a direction that was unnatural. I bucked wildly, pain coursing through the appendage as the scream continued for another second before I was able to tone it down. The pressure fell away as the American cunt released my arm and fell off my body. I pulled my dangling arm toward my body, rolling to the opposite side to protect it just as his kick slammed into my head and sent me rolling off the boulder and falling in a heap onto the ground, landing on the arm and causing me to let out another yelp of pain. I rolled onto my back, dazed to fuck from the kick which had also opened a cut on my forehead. My head was in fight or flight mode and I was no flier. I started to sit up, my abs clenching as I tried to protect my arm while trying to get in front of this Syndicate bastard to turn the tide of this fight.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I fought with all my skill and muscle to trap that arm. I had my key lock set up, and was just starting to apply pressure, when Brad’s knee shot up, aiming for my head. I felt his muscles tense, and I shifted slightly, taking the blow on my shoulder instead of my head. It was a hard shot all the same, and I had to scramble to keep my balance, to keep the fucker pinned beneath me. This gave Brad the opening he needed, enabling him to wrench his arm hard, and pull it free of my key lock before I had managed to do much damage to that shoulder. I still had control though, and grappled his left arm down with my left arm, biceps bulging, as I shifted slightly, my left knee digging into your right arm, pinning it hard to the desert floor, while I suddenly shot my right knee forward, to bury with brutal force into your ribs while at the same time, I drove my right elbow down into those bruised and battered left hand ribs that already absorbed several heavy blows. His thick, hard muscled body is like a nut in a nutcracker between my knee smashing his right hand ribs, and my elbow driving down like a sledgehammer into Brad’s left hand ribs.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Calmly, even while battle lust surged in my blood, my cock swollen with the same lust, I approached the injured Sarge. The pain from my own battle wounds throbbed, but it was all pushed into the background. My body was a machine, still ready for war, despite the battle damage this SAS fucker had inflicted on me. He was supposed to be good, as good as Seth, according to the reports I’d had. But a world class SAS trained fighter or not, he’d just met someone better. My boot had blasted the tough Sarge in the head, kicked that tough SAS warrior off the boulder, where he was just now trying to get up. I was coming at him from his right side, where his sadistically broken arm was being cradled. The right side of his tough, hard square jaw was a wide open, undefended target. I didn’t even let him get to his feet before I calmly pulled back my steel-toed right combat boot, and launched a kick right towards the Ozzy Sarge’s jaw as though I were going for that extra point in a football match.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I got my arm free as my knee connected solidly to Seth’s shoulder, feeling him adjust over the top of me. Seth’s battle hardened muscles were a match for mine but then his leverage put him over the top as he slowly pinned my arm to the dirt, a grimace escaping my lips as suddenly he shot forward and buried his knee into my ribs. I grunted loud, pain radiating from my right side, causing me to shift a little to my left and that landed right into his elbow slamming into my left side ribs. I felt something shift and a sharp jarring pain in my abdomen, letting out a shout of pain. “Motherfucker!” I growled, clearing my throat and spitting straight up into Seth’s right eye. I wasn’t beyond doing anything to beat this motherfucker. I used the distraction to again free my left arm and send a chop across the front side of his throat, then reached for his face and looked to drive my left thumb into his right eye, slicing my finger nail along the soft skin on the side of his face before driving it in.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: My vision started to clear but i still saw two of the Syndicate bastard as he approached. “Cuuunnn” i started to say but it was only for a second before the world went completely dark, the boot rocking my head as i tried to lift my arm to defend but it was broken. The kick shattered my jaw and removed two of my teeth, blood spattering all over the boulder as my body was turned in a spinning whiplash and slammed into it face first. My body slammed into it hard, then fell limp, collapsing onto my back with my feet extended off the boulder. Blood leaked out of my mouth as i took short, shallow breaths

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My double assault on Brad’s ribs pays huge dividends. I’m rewarded by a sweet, sweet feel of one of his ribs popping out of place as my elbow spears that hurt left side of his. I looked into his face, drinking in the pain and agony ripple across his hard, handsome features. But I should have known better. He spat up into my face, distracting me again, letting him once more wrench his left arm free. He drove a chop into my neck, I tried to turn my neck to avoid it, my adam’s apple was already fucked, and took it on my neck at an angle, barely missing the carotid. The blow was hard, precise, and packed with power, it might have knocked me out or crushed my adam’s apple if it had landed properly. As it was, it sent a lance of pain flaring out from the thick cords on my hard muscled neck.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: He reached then for my face, as I tried to recover from that stunning blow. Instinctively, I pulled my head back, to protect my eye, but his thumb caught my face just below the eye, cutting a deep furrow just below the eyelid, which started to gush with blood. I growled, finally getting enough of my senses back to counter. I grabbed his arm, breathing hard, using all my strength and power, focusing laser tight to keep my concentration through the battle-damage my own body had taken. I timed my next attempt to fuck him up with a savage knee strike into his right side, blasting those ribs that I’d already bashed once with my knee.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Using that burst of pain from the knee strike to weaken and distract him, I exploded into hard-muscled, precise, elite-trained high level ground fighting, locking up his left arm tight, balancing myself on his chest, and yanking up hard to raise his body partially up off the ground, driving that arm back behind him in a textbook perfect kimura hold. I was going to break this mother fucker’s steel-cabled, hard-muscled arm, rip it off him, and use it to beat this murdering Syndicate bastard to death.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Coldly, clinically, and with a great lust surging in my cock, I observed as my steel toed boot broke that tough as nail’s SAS Sarge’s jaw. No, not just broke. Shattered it. Teeth and blood flying everywhere. His head savagely whiplashed, taking his body with him, to smash into that same boulder I’d used to finish him on. Calmly, I walked over, staring down into his eyes while he stared up, his eyes open, but not really able to process what was happening. He was in shock. But I’ll give this to him, he was one fucking tough bastard. A lesser man would have been knocked out, or put into a coma.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I grabbed his one remaining good arm without any resistance, and twisted it savagely with my grip on his wrist, locking out the arm so the elbow faced up towards the sky. I lifted my boot, and stomped down hard on his elbow, cold-bloodedly shattering his one remaining good arm with that stomp, forcing it, like his other arm, to break clean at the elbow, bending backwards the wrong way. I reached over, and grabbed my discarded combat knife that had fallen to the ground in our fight, along with my Glock G7. I looked Sgt. James McDonnel in the eye, speaking calmly. “You were never even in my league. If you are the best the Australian SAS has to offer, then I don’t think the Syndicate has anything to fear from Australia. Once Brad kills Seth, you and your lot will be the laughing stock of intelligence agencies and special forces the world over. I wish I had time to rape you like you deserve, but I’ll have to settle for a trophy instead. And I’ll make sure you stay alive long enough to hear me as I shoot your men dead.”

12:25 Danijel_Novac: For safekeeping, I stab my combat knife into Sarge's wounded gut, where his vest was sliced open. The thrust is precise and powerful, piercing through his gut, his hard ab bricks, piercing his kidneys, and emerging from his back, the tip digging into the dirt, impaling the tough SAS man. I need both my hands as I work quickly to undo James’s crotch. I fish out his thick cock and balls. Nodding in appreciation. “Yes. These will make a good trophy.” I tease out the cock and balls, pulling them away from his body with my left hand. Then, with my right, I pull the blade out of his pierced abs, position it at the base of his cock and balls, and with just a few precise, powerful slices, I cut his cock and balls clean off. I look down into his eyes, I can see him already starting to go unconscious from the shock. Nope. Not going to let him take the easy way out. I reach into my medkit, where I keep a syringe full of battlefield adrenaline. Useful for a final burst of energy when your life depended on it. I injected it into his jugular vein on the side of his neck, to ensure the drug would hit him hard and fast. It would keep him awake, and let him feel every ounce of agony his broken body was in, and more importantly, it would keep him awake long enough to hear his men die. I like to keep my promises.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I stand up, holding his severed cock and balls, dripping blood, speaking to him one last time, “You can die knowing that you were a total fucking failure, Sgt. James McDonnell. You can die knowing that because of your failure, your men and Seth are as good as dead.” Then, I stood up, shoved his bloody cock and balls into a pouch on my tactical belt and turned my back on him.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: It was less than a minute when I had glided through the desert, coming up behind the position of the two remaining SAS Commandos still trying to hold off our forces. I held out my Glock, and in rapid succession, fired off two quick rounds. Each one precisely aimed. Each one delivered with my usual skill at marksmanship. Two bullets. Two hits in the backs of their heads. Two eruptions of brains, blood and bone. Two dead SAS Commandos. Job done. I scream out, “THAT WAS YOUR MEN SARGE.” He should bleed out any moment now. I yelled out again, for my men and Drew, “HOSTILES NULLIFIED. CEASE FIRE.” Then, I was drawn to the other Bushmaster. The sounds of battle echoed over, magnified in the sudden silence as the gun fire stopped.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: It may have been dark out but all I could see was white. Splotches of white as my head rang with sounds I had not experienced in a long time. My body shifted slightly on the ground, small moans escaping my lips as the shadow of my opponent came across my body, generated by the moonlight on this clear night. I didn’t bust out of the haze until I felt him grip my arm, and even then I didn’t know what was really going on. All I knew was pain, and that got worse as the Syndicate bastard picked my arm up. I growled out, my body tensing, looking to fight the move but as I tensed, pain radiated through me, my muscles flexing both voluntarily and involuntarily as he shifted my arm and then quickly broke my other arm with little to no resistance. My scream cut through the silence as my body bucked wildly as this cunt slammed my upper body upright against the side of the boulder, pulling me into a sitting position before he walked away

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “Did you hear that cocksucker? Your men are dying all around you,``I growled out with a comical undertone as McDonnell’s arm was broken, looking to continue to get into Seth’s head as my finger sliced across his face, just underneath his eye, bloodying him even more.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: The pain was immense but I started to get a hold of it as I rested against the rock. I was just hoping Seth would hear my scream and come. Or that one of my men would. I just needed to stay alive until then. But that wasn’t my opponent’s plan. The cocky bastard started rambling but I couldn’t hear much. I could barely see him but made out his form as he collected his knife and gun. Then he moved back toward me and squatted down and I got a good look at him as he finished his rant. I looked at him and spit in his face, blood and phlegm flying and spattering across his face. “You and your ruinous organization can go straight to hell, cunt!” i growled

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: I paid the price for my insolence as the Syndicate agent, still with relative ease, lowered himself toward me and drove the knife straight into my abdomen. Blood spittle flew from my mouth as the pain seared through my core like a knife through hot butter. I couldn’t even grab for the knife, pain overwhelming me as I started to experience delirium as the blood leaked out of me slowly as he didn’t pull the knife, leaving it to plug the blood inside me so it would take longer for me to die. Even in my intense agony there was a small part of my brain that appreciated this killer’s efficiency. My breathing started to get quicker as he worked fast, unbuckling my pants. I knew what was happening even if I couldn't see it. He had a firm grip on my body as it struggled, spasmed against him. He pulled my knife out then and used it to take the thing that defined me as an alpha man. When it happened, the scream was deafening. All the wounds I had sustained to this point were not nearly as painful as this as blood leaked from the stump that was left. As he pushed off, my body slumped over, my breathing continuing to get faster and shorter as my lifeblood continued to leak out onto the desert floor.

12:25 Master_Seargent_James_McDonnell: It seemed like an eternity as I took time to get used to the pain, trying to fight it off and just survive. My men would prevail. Seth would prevail. I just needed to focus on fighting the pain off. Then I coughed, choking on blood, the knife shifting inside me even more and with that I heard the roar of that cunt Syndicate bastard as he confirmed the death of my men. I coughed again hard, blood leaking out of my mouth. I couldn’t ….breathe….choking on my blood as my breathing got even faster and shallower. Seth, come on Seth…you will save us…And then the world went dark.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: The firefight had been intense. Three of us fired at two of them. One of our boys had his ear shot off and was bleeding badly, leaning against the rock. “At least it wasn’t your head,” I joked with him after he had sustained the bleeding. Bullets ricochet off the environment around us as I glanced over again at Brad. He looked OK still and I knew better than most that unless Sterling was going to die, we were not going to interfere. That was when I heard the sweet sound of my man’s voice. The deep bellow as he called out that his bullets, mixed in with all the others, had eliminated the enemy. His flanking has succeeded. I came out from behind the boulder to see him and he was worse for wear. He had a limp and was bleeding from a few spots on his face as I jogged toward him and pulled him in. “Are you alright?” I asked, running my hands up and down his combat armor, inspecting him.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I turned, my eyes on Drew. I inspected him, ensuring that he was alive and well. As always, that unseen knot of tension, that suppressed ball of worry of not knowing if he was all right during every battle finally dissipated. I grabbed his chin, my eyes staring into my Irish bastard's face. I kissed him once on the forehead, whispering in his ear, my answer to his question in my own way, all the cuts and bruises and my concussion were of no concern, “I’m going to fuck you so hard later on.”

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My moment with Drew was interrupted by a shout from the intact Bushmaster, and I darted over, followed closely by the others, and came upon Captain Seth Williams, ASG, beating the shit out of Brad Sterling. Well, well, well. They were both naked from the waist up, and bloodied. But it looked like Seth was on the verge of breaking Brad’s arm. I said nothing. I knew better than to interfere. Brad wouldn’t like it. I knew I wouldn’t if I was in his place. The hatred between these two was personal. The rest of my men, and Drew watched in awe. I nodded at Drew, letting him give the orders that we both knew were necessary. I wanted to see if Brad was as good as he thought he was. Or were we going to witness Brad’s death? I could tell by the look on Seth’s face that someone was dying tonight.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: My focus on Danijel was interrupted as a shout was heard from the Bushmaster. We ran over as a group to find Seth and Brad locked in combat. I said what Danijel knew implicitly, even seeing that Brad was not in the dominant position. It had been clear to me when he saw Brad lose his shirt that he wanted Seth man to man and he would be furious with any interference. “Stand back boys. Let these two finish this. ASG vs Syndicate.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My core was on fire as Seth was starting to get ahead again with his ground game, re-securing his position and driving another vicious knee into my ribs. The thud was audible and caused a pained grunt as i closed my eyes, one or many of my ribs fucked up as a sharp pain cut through my torso. I closed my eyes for a brief second and paid for that too as Seth continued to work the side control, coming over my body and looking to apply a kimura on my arm. The men gathered around and I could see them holding back as Seth tried to secure the lock, the muscle fibers in my shoulder and back fighting tooth and nail. But Seth had leverage and slowly my arm was bent behind me, feeling the pressure continuing to build in my elbow as this fucker started to push me to a breaking point. My face screwed up in pain as my neck veins started to flare, my face turning red as I fought against the lock with all of my power while my cock was rock hard and pressing against my combat trousers visibly to the men watching.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I had him now. This was almost in the bag. I was this close to locking that kimura in past the breaking point. I could feel muscles tearing and tendons starting to strain and pull. But fuck… Brad was fighting me every goddamn inch of the way, twisting, writhing beneath me, using all his considerable muscle to hold me off, instinctively shifting position every time I was on the verge of locking that arm back. I hated him. Hated him with a passion that threatened to consume my brain. But I had to respect his ability. His raw power. His determination. But I was better. Stronger. More determined than him. Then, on the verge of locking that Kimura in, an ominous silence fell over the battlefield. The exchange of gunfire that became the background for our one on one combat had ceased. I felt a chill as I heard the voices of the Syndicate men shouting back and forth, and suddenly, my confidence faltered as the Syndicate troops surrounded us. I had heard that loud snap in the night, had heard Brad’s mocking tone commenting on it, but in the ice cold focus of my battle mode, I had zoned it out. But … where was James? He was every bit as good a fighter as I was, better in many ways. Where was he? What had happened to him and his commandos? A sick fear and fury began to churn in my guts. My concentration faltered, and I began to lose the ground I’d been making in locking Brad’s arm out.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I refused to believe that James was dead. Refused. He was the toughest son of a bitch I knew. If he had been facing off with Brad, Brad would already be dead. He’d be there, after the mission was over, and we’d go off to have our private time together, I’d fuck him, he’d fuck me. We’d celebrate Brad’s death together. Then I saw the eyes of the Syndicate men surrounding me. A manic fury started to build inside me. My eyes snapped red hot, full of towering hate, a towering rage. My ice cold core shattered, replaced by flames of primal hate. I screamed out, “I’LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU MOTHER FUCKING SYNDICATE COCK SUCKERS.” Then, I redoubled my efforts to shatter Brad’s arms. Fury lending my steel-hard combat-trained muscles new power. I couldn’t, wouldn’t accept that something had happened to James. He’d made a strategic retreat, gathered his men, was coming up with a new plan. He was a brilliant tactician. His men were the best. It was just a matter of time. They played the long game. All I had to do was hold the attention of these fuckers, and kill Brad. Yeah. That’s how it was.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: As I stood beside my Irish bastard, watching the ASG man battle Brad, I remembered my trophy. I’d gotten into the rather grisly habit of collecting them, for Drew. I fished in my pouch, and pulled out James’s severed cock and balls and nonchalantly dropped them into Drew’s hands.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Brad looked like he was in trouble. He had definitely hurt Seth but the bigger ASG agent had him on the ground and was breaking him down. These two hated each other, that much was clear. I had not expected Danijel to hand me the manhood of another man but I looked at him with a smirk. “You’ve been cheating on me!” I complained quietly. “Was he worthy?” I asked. I always liked to know the story behind the cock. Danijel could get carried away with his collection at times so it was important that they be worthy adversaries.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I kept adjusting my body, fighting off Seth’s ability to finish the move, using a combination of muscle and angles to make it hard for him to finish. He was getting frustrated and the arrival of the other Syndicate men had him flustered. Distracted in part, but also the fire in his eyes growing that much more. He wanted this bad. And so did I. He needed to lift up off the ground to get leverage on my arm and that allowed me to rip my other arm from the pin down that he had on it. “Arrrgghh” fuckin bitch!”I growled, feeling some my tendons start to slip, the ASG agent finally starting to make headway. I knew I needed to act fast. I kept my left foot planted and brought my right knee up to try and connect with his head, looking to destabilize just barely a second before my free left hand drove up into his groin, looking to jam his balls straight up into his body with a closed fist. Then I brought my left hand up toward his abs and flexed hard, roaring, trying to destabilize him entirely and push his lower half off my right side, using my feet to turn pivot on the ground and try to release pressure on the Kimora, just enough to throw another knee toward the back of his head.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I re-focused, trying to regain that ice cold center. Ruthless, cold, logical, precise, brutal. I would worry about those Syndicate bastards later. No doubt James was rallying the men right now, preparing a counter attack, but he couldn’t launch it while I was locked in combat with Brad for fear of killing me too. So all I had to do was kill Brad. That was my mission. I could feel his arm starting to give, I nearly had this locked in, when suddenly his knee rammed forward and smashed into the back of my head. I saw stars, and a shudder ran through my body. Fuck… But I didn’t lose my hold, then a moment later, his left hand smashed into my balls, and I nearly puked as my guts roiled and my balls sent out waves of ache. I felt my body twisting as the double blows weakened me, then a third knee smashed into my head again, and I saw flashes of white light blind me, before I felt myself thrown off the Syndicate agent, forced to release my hold. I rolled across the desert, blinking my eyes, stunned from those knees to the head. I had to focus hard to hold it together. I was already partially concussed from that uppercut to my chin.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I was fascinated by Brad’s maneuvering. I would have wagered money on Seth breaking his arm, but somehow he pulled out the escape. I turned to Drew with a non-chalant shrug. “He thought he was worthy. But, since he managed to mark me,” I pointed out the nasty slash on my forearm, and the brutal bruises on my face, “I gave him the benefit of the doubt.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I grabbed Dani’s arm and analyzed the slash. “What the fuck is this? A paper cut?” I teased. “You need to man up or I might man you up later,” I said winking and letting my hand gravitate to his crotch for a brief minute before pulling it away so nobody could really see, eyes gravitating back to Williams and Sterling, widening a bit as Brad punished the ASG agent with those knees and was able to get out of the lock on his arm. “Get up Sterling, take it to this aussie cunt!” i encouraged

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I got Seth off of me and fell to my back, rolling over onto my side as I grabbed at my shoulder, the whole joint feeling looser than it ever should be. Pain continued to emanate from my arm as I watched him roll across the desert floor, clearly hurt. I heard Drew’s encouragement and pushed up on one of my arms, then shifted slowly onto my knees, working my way back up to standing, breathing heavily. Seth was a great fighter but I was determined to take him this time. “You are all alone now Seth,” I said, letting a pained laugh out. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you to see your men soon,” I growled, moving toward the ASG agent, hunting him.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I struggled to get my feet under me, my head ringing from those three heavy blows, working my way up to my feet, forcing myself to focus through the fog on pure willpower. I catch sight of Brad working his way up, that shoulder clearly not moving right. If I’d only had a few more seconds, I’d have ripped that shoulder up. I heard the other Syndicate thugs shouting encouragement, but ignored that. Just as I ignored Brad’s taunts about me being alone. It was a lie. I dropped into my guard, replying back, “Afraid you won’t be sending me anywhere, Brad. Dead men don’t do much of anything except lay there and rot.” Brad moves towards me, but I’m grimly focused. I snap a high kick towards his right arm, knowing that the more damage I do to that weakened arm, the greater my chances of taking this fucker out. I’m still moving better, despite the blows to my head, than a man with broken ribs and a fucked up arm.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The two of us faced off as Williams put up his guard. I leaned a bit to my right, starting to lift up my guard when I felt the shooting pain in my core and had to pull back. It was noticeable and, if I were Seth, I’d be all over my right arm. That was exactly where he went. I threw my body to my left as his heavy boot caught my arm between my shoulder and elbow, my body staggering to the side as I swallowed a scream, pain flooding through my body as my dick flexed hard against my camo pants. I threw myself toward Seth as his leg returned to earth and fired a left hook toward his hairy ribcage, then let out a battle roar as my head whipped forward, looking to catch him with another headbutt, knowing i needed to stun him and stay close to have a chance at this point as my movement would be limited with the damage I’d taken.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I snapped my kick off, and though Brad tried to dodge, he wasn’t fast enough. I caught him hard in that fucked right arm. But Brad didn’t back off, charging me while I was resetting my guard, my right arm still out of position to secure my balance, allowing that left hook to smash with sickening force into my muscled ribs. The blow was brutal, digging in hard, blasting through my thick obliques and lats to deliver its force to my ribs. I’d have one helluva bruise there when this was all over. But other than a deep grunt, I didn’t show how much that blow had hurt, reforging my guard just in time to catch that headbutt directly between my forearms, forced to stagger back, but not wasting a moment, driving up with my right knee to target Brad’s bruised and ribs with a savage knee strike. Just a few more good shots and I’d fucking crater his ribs, and he’d be good as dead.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My fist pounded into Williams and I got a solid grunt from him. He was hurting but the fucker was good. He was tough. And he knew how to stay in control of his mental game. The headbutt got stymied just millimeters before impact as he staggered back and I staggered forward, the two of us staying together as I tried to push him toward the Bushmaster which was behind him. Then I felt his body pivoting to bring his knee up. I continued to push forward but spun right as his knee came up toward my body. I narrowly escaped as his knee flew up into the air, spinning 360 degrees (not elegantly, mind you) and bringing my left elbow up to send it toward his temple, trying to catch him flush and hard as we made our way toward the side of the heavy armored vehicle.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I had this mother fucking, cock sucking Syndicate piece of shit dead to rights, one more good shot to those ribs of his and this fight was over. Keeping my cool, ice cold, precise, lethal. But when that knee shot up, there was no one home. He had anticipated my knee strike, pivoting desperately to avoid it. I lost my balance when my knee hit nothing but dead air, breaking my guard just long enough to keep myself on my feet. That’s when Brad’s spinning elbow slammed into my temple. My entire head snapped savagely to the side, and a white hot lighting bolt of agony lit up my brain. I don’t know how, don’t even remember the intervening passage of time, but the next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the ground, my vision blurring, and my head was throbbing in savage agony. I had to think, but it wasn’t easy. I was badly concussed. My head had taken a tremendous pounding throughout this fight. Brad had been relentlessly head hunting me, and that final elbow to the temple came this close to knocking me out cold.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: But I was still in this fight. There was no fucking way I was going to lose. This was for Trevor. It was personal now. No fucking way was he getting away with Trevor’s murder. C’mon James… need that ambush about now. The ground was rolling, and there was no way I was going to try to get up. So with extreme concentration, I let myself drop and roll to my back, driving my boot hard towards Brad’s knee. I had to fuck him up big style, give myself time to recover. I felt blood dripping down the side of my face, realizing that the elbow strike had cut me wide open. I reached up to clear the blood out of my left eye. My body was screaming at me, sending me a dozen different emergency signals. But pain and injury were for later. Right now, I was all about ending Brad. He was going to die tonight. End of story.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My elbow smashed into this cocksucker’s head and I caught it snap hard out of the corner of my eye just as he staggered and fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. “FUCK THIS FEELS GOOD TO KILL YOU, BITCH!” I shouted out with a deep breath as I was starting to feel good about my position against this Australian douchebag. It hadn’t been a long time since I'd been wanting this rematch but it had felt like an eternity after all he had done to me. But I was a survivor, I was still here and I was going to kill this bastard if it was the last thing I did. He rolled onto his back as I staggered toward him, his kick coming up and taking my knee out, pain shooting into my joint and up and down my leg, forcing a pained grunt from my lip. But I was moving in for the mount anyway, and more specifically to grab his knife off the ground, the same one I had kicked away early in the fight. I landed hard on top of his body and reached for it, bringing my left arm up under his neck as I pushed up, trying to pin Seth to the ground, my sweat and blood dripping off my face onto his as i grabbed for the hilt with my right hand and then twisting it in my hand, I drove it straight down into this Aussie cunt’s left shoulder, a battle cry again escaping my lips and cutting through the night air.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My kick smashed his knee hard, taking it out, doing some savage damage, but he was on another level now, his momentum as he collapsed bringing him on top of me. The ringing in my head was seriously slowing down my reaction time, and I simply wasn’t fast enough to trap him in my guard as his thick muscled body smashed on top of me, driving the air out of my lungs, and causing me to see spots. I was in a daze, trying to fight for breath and clarity through the fog in my mind. I saw him reaching for something, and then I suddenly screamed in agony as my own blade plunged into my left shoulder, ripping through the tightly packed, thick, hard delt, tearing muscle and snapping tendons, blood spurting out of the wound. A shock of agonizing pain exploded in my shoulder, and numb, painful tingling shot up the length of my arm. I tried to move my hand, but I could barely twitch my fingers. With a roar, I planted my right hand on the ground, gathered in my strength, and bucked hard while twisting from my hips, my combat instincts on auto-pilot while my brain tried to process what had happened.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: As that knife sliced into Seth’s shoulder, the blood spurt out of the wound as I felt it hit the joint. My manhood leaked into my combat trousers as I heard the primal scream leave Seth’s mouth but I also felt the power in his body harness itself, in part intentionally and in part involuntary as the ASG agent exploded from his hips and bucked hard. I hadn’t secured myself and was thrown off of him with relative ease, leaving the knife embedded in the Aussie agent's muscled shoulder. I landed on Seth's side, the shock of the landing working through my broken rib and core as I groaned in pain, the heavy movement making me nauseous. I closed my eyes for a quick second and fought through it, using my hands to work my way up to my knees, dirt covering my sweaty chest as I looked for Seth.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My well-honed combat instincts probably saved my life, as I threw that fucking bastard off me. The pain was intense, sending lightning bolts of raw agony jolting down my arm, the wounded shoulder bleeding badly, throbbing in red-hot pain. My head was still fuzzy from the elbow to my temple, but none of that mattered. It could all wait. Had to wait. My abs crunched, the bricks turning steel-hard as I sat up, trying not to be sick from the sudden wash of pain-induced nausea. I rolled over, using my right hand to lever myself up to my knees, then while gritting my teeth, I reached over and grabbed the handle of my knife sticking out of my thick muscled delt. I screamed, a primal scream of animalistic pain and fury as I yanked the blade out of my savagely injured shoulder, the wound starting to bleed even more heavily. I was so dizzy, I didn’t even dare to try and stand.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Turning to face Brad, who was just getting up to his knees, I swung one knee out to plant my foot on the dirt, then pushed forward, driving that knee back to the dirt to build momentum while I plunged my blade in a deadly arcing thrust, looking to sink it into Brad’s left obliques, right over those broken ribs.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I looked up from my knees and watched as Seth Williams extracted the knife from his shoulder, screaming as blood ran down his hairy pecs and upper arm. I saw the effect on him but the man was a war machine. He faced me and then came at me! Respect was earned even as he lifted the blade in a deadly arc, looking to drive it into my obliques. I twisted my body as the knife blade slashed in front of me, the knife blade just knicking across my skin and leaving a slash across my chest. Blood leaked out slowly as I cried out in pain, my eyes squinting but not closing as I reached out and grabbed the wrist on his knife hand. I pulled as hard as I could on it, trying to bring his body toward me as I launched a straight jab for his nose, looking to stun him and hopefully weaken him enough to control his knife hand enough to knock the knife loose.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: That tough bastard managed to twist just enough for me to nick his pecs rather than plunge into his side. Dizzy, and off balance, my head and shoulder exploding with pain, I wasn’t able to re-posture fast enough, as he grabbed my right wrist, and yanked me forward. With my left shoulder fucked, I had no way to guard my face, and his fist smashed forward into my nose, there was a sickening crunch, and an explosion of blood. A shudder of weakness went through my body, and my hand lost its grip on the hilt of the blade despite all my efforts. The entire sky and desert started to spin. I fought grimly to keep my focus, marshaling every last bit of strength I could pull from my hatred for this murdering piece of shit. I wasn’t going to let him win. No fucking way. I had to hold out long enough for James to pull off whatever he was planning. Why was he taking so long? But it didn’t matter. Brad was dead. That was a rock solid certainty. I braced my boot for balance and stability, even while my head was spinning, and yanked back hard while Brad was gripping tight on my wrist, looking to pull him forward, and spear his broken left ribs on my planted knee.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Blood leaked down from my pecs. I was breathing hard and each breath hurt like a son of a bitch as my broken rib and severely weakened shoulder screamed at me that I needed help. But I refused to take help. Seth Williams had tortured me in ways that I could never forgive or forget. He was going to die today and I was going to kill him. My fist created an audible crunch as my jab connected to Seth’s nose, blood splattering from his swollen and rearranged face. His head snapped back hard, looking like he was very dazed as it came back forward, the two of us staying locked on each other as he brought his boot up to balance, keeping himself upright. He pulled hard on my arm and it forced a pain cry from my lips as my shoulder was torqued again, my body being dragged into and over his knee as I landed on my broken rib. I bucked wildly, a primal scream breaking the night air as my body slid off his knee and I rolled over into the dirt on my back, grabbing at my ribs, nearly passing out from the pain.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: The hatred between these two was obvious as neither was willing to give an inch to the other. It was really impressive, especially Brad who had been held in captivity for months. The young agent had been an inspiration to them both and seeing him in action was a bit startling just how good he was. I reached slowly toward Danijel’s crotch as he stood next to me, stroked slowly, whispering into Danijel’s ear as we watched Brad land the punch. “Brad is a fucking beast, kinda like you.” But then Seth pulled Brad in and tossed the Syndicate agent over his knee on those ribs and Brad’s scream cut through the air. He had broken a rule you never wanted to break - letting your opponent know just how hurt you were. “Oh shit! Williams could take this…” I said, almost excited like I was calling a K1 fight.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I watched clinically as the two men fought ruthlessly and brutally. Even now, after the ASG agent had been stabbed, he showed no sign of weakening. The sheer, raw brutality was more than a little arousing. I turned sharply, a rare smile on my face as I saw my Irish bastard’s hand caressing my stiff cock. I listened to Drew while watching the battle rage on. As hard as Brad fought, managing to injure the ASG man, it looked like Seth was going to take him. I replied to Drew, almost matter of factly, “I’ll show you what a beast I am when I fuck you later on.” I was so looking forward to that.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I caught the fucker off guard, despite the way the desert kept spinning, I’d pulled it off, pulled him into my knee, driving into those fucked ribs. The surge of triumph helped beat back the fatigue and pain. I swayed, but I had no time to recover. Brad was laid out on his back, screaming and holding those ribs. I reached down with my right hand to grab his left wrist, exerting a surge of muscle to yank it back and open up those fucked ribs. I could see them turning purple and black. With a heavy grunt, I cocked my knee, blood pouring down my face and from that wounded shoulder, had to hurry before blood loss took away strength, and slammed it forward, aiming to drive it right into those broken ribs. I was going to literally beat this fucking murdering Syndicate bastard to a pulp until he was dead.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My inside voice screamed at me to get it together but the pain searing through my core made me feel numb as I rolled on the ground, clutching my body. He was coming. I knew he was and I needed to get it together. This wasn’t fight or flight. This was do or die territory. I felt Seth grab my wrist and pull my body, pain shooting down my purpled side. He cocked his knee and as he did, I wrenched my body away just as he brought it forward, ripping my arm out of his grasp and rolling onto my stomach. I felt the cold steel of the knife that Seth had dropped touch my shoulder and as I rolled over it, I picked it up with my good arm, the lone asset I had to defend myself. I reversed directions and rolled back toward Seth’s body and whipped my arm out, looking to drive the knife straight into the Australian agent’s combat trousers, directly into his meaty thigh.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad wrenched his body away just before I drive that knee home, tearing his arm out of my grip, and causing me to stumble. I was bleeding heavily from my shoulder, my sense of balance totally fucked by all the blows to my head I’ve taken, and I fell forward, catching myself with my good arm, grimly pushing myself up, focusing with all my will and determination through the mental fog to get back to my knees, ignoring the screaming lance of pain as my wrecked shoulder was jolted. Just as I pushed myself up, Brad rolled back towards me, and before I could react, he drove my blade into my thickly muscled thigh. I screamed out in agony, taking another knife wound. The blade penetrated the heavy material, and drove into the thick muscle, sending fiery spears of pain lancing through my leg. My ice cold determination was starting to falter, it was taking more and more effort to fight off the pain and stay focused. But Brad was going to die tonight. That was the one certain truth I held onto. Snarling in rage, I cocked my right arm, and smashed my fist down hard, looking to drive my fist into that fucking Syndicate bastard’s face with every ounce of rage and pain-fueled desperation I could muster.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I felt the knife meet resistance as it cut through Seth’s thickly muscled quad, the scream following it as I was pleased to be hurting this motherfucker. Knife, fists, hell if i could hurt him with my tongue, I would. But he’d probably like that. I pulled the knife out of his leg to let yet another flesh wound start to bleed, knowing that his loss of blood would end this at some point if I could just hang on.The big fucker snarled as he let his weight fall down toward me and sent a brutal right fist straight across my jaw. My head snapped in the dirt as my jaw dislocated for half a second, then popped back into place. The scream that came from my mouth was full of agony as I rolled back in the direction that I had come from, grabbing for my face as another wash of pain covered my head. Numbness set in quickly and I nearly passed out but I refused to let it happen. This motherfucker would not take me. Not again. Not tonight in front of the other Syndicate warriors who had come to rescue their man. Their man was going to win this fight. I put my filthy hands down into the ground, leaving the knife next to my hand in case I needed it, and slowly pushed up onto my hands and knees, my arms shaking with the effort.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I felt a secondary blast of pain as the knife was ripped from my thigh, but my fist smashed into that fucker’s jaw, aided by the momentum of my falling weight. It fucked him, I felt the impact. I had nearly knocked him out. I landed in the dirt as my punch knocked him clear. Blood was leaking from my shoulder, my head, my right arm trembling slightly as I caught myself before I hit the dirt. My thigh was bleeding now as well. I was in bad shape. I had to finish this quickly before blood loss took me out of action. James … where the fuck are you? Now is a good time for whatever you and the boys are planning. Had to finish Brad. Finish him. Now. I crawled, dragged, through myself on top of Brad, my mind and will focused like a laser, all my concentration bent on cutting through the fog of pain and shock that threatened to cloud my mind. Every move I made cost me a huge bill of pain. But pain was my friend now. It’s when I stopped feeling it that I’d be in trouble.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I landed on Brad’s back while he was on his hands and knees, fumbling, fighting to force my legs to wrap up his body in a figure four body lock, knowing that if I can crush those broken ribs, I’ll kill him. Even with that savage wound in my quad, I know I had enough power in that leg to lock this in. Determination and willpower would carry me through. Had to. I saw the knife below him, beneath his good hand, and I reached down with my right hand to seize his right hand, while I lay draped across his back, needing to get his good hand under control so he couldn’t use that knife. I could see his left arm trembling, I’d wrecked his left shoulder good in that kimura attempt. I was only worried about his right arm. Needed to finish this. My willpower was cashing checks my body couldn’t cover. It would catch up to me soon.

(Seth is trying for this move, except without the sleeper, and while draped across Brad’s back with Brad on all fours.)

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: The men watched as these two warriors were killing each other. It was a bit surreal to just let it happen but I understood it. Those of us who were fighters, not just shooters, understood this. The will and determination both were showing was more intense than anything I’d witnessed. “Get up Brad!” I growled as Seth started to crawl toward him. “Don’t let him mount you.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Sweat and blood caked my chest and head as I struggled to stay on my hands and knees but seeing Seth come toward me, I knew I needed to get out of this position. This whole exhaustive battle had been the war that I had wanted with Seth Williams. He was every bit the warrior I expected. But my determination and mental strength had kept me in when my body had been begging for it to end. I wasn’t ready to die. I was ready to kill. As Seth approached, I flexed my abs, my face grimacing in pain as my dirty, sweaty frame tried to lift off the ground. But it wouldn’t move, sharp pain radiating through my body as it failed me. Seth reached me and mounted my sweaty back as the men watched. I toppled sideways under his weight as he started to wrap his legs around my body, shocks of pain shooting through me as I cried out, closing my eyes, the harsh landing on my bad shoulder coupled with his legs starting to push my abs around. Spittle came to my lips as my body flexed, feeling his arms trying to come into position. But I also felt him put his head up next to mine. And I knew I had milliseconds to act, if that. Before he could secure my neck, I leaned it to the side and then slammed it back into his head, once, then twice, then a third time as I pushed with my leg to try and also make sure his head slammed into the dirt on the other side. I brought my good arm up and grabbed his before it could get a grip on my neck to stop me from the headbutts, then roared as I slowly used my remaining power to pull his arm away from my neck. With the headbutts trying to daze him, i growled again, trying to twist my slippery torso around inside his grip so that i could look down on Seth Williams before dropping my elbow straight down onto his nose, my dick rock hard in my combat trousers as it pressed hard into his body.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: So close now… I could taste the moment when I ended Brad’s life. My mind was so foggy, it was taking greater and greater efforts of will to stay focused. But I’d spent my life training to be the best. The best soldier, the best agent I could be. All of it culminated in this moment. For Trevor… I could see it now, visualize my goal, Brad’s body twitching, life leaving as James and the boys came up, finishing off the rest of the Syndicate squad while I finished Brad. I was starting to drift.. Focus, get that sleeper locked on. Then it came, a savage CRUNCH. A brutal spear of pain lancing the ruins of my shattered nose. No amount of determination or will could keep me focused now.. Everything started to spin, and pain erupted twice more in my face, I felt dirt on my cheek. The pain in my shoulder… my thigh, even my nose started to fade a bit. That’s good. I’m getting my second wind now. C’mon.. James… make that attack now.. I need you bro. I was laying on the ground, but that wasn’t right. I needed to kill Brad. That’s all that mattered. I focused.. Where was he… oh… there he was. Right above me. Good, easier for me to reach. With a colossal effort of will, I started to lift my head, determined to get up and keep fighting. That’s when his elbow speared down into my ruined nose. There was an absolutely brutal, gorey explosion of blood that spattered Brad and the onlookers. My nose fractured over and over again, my face practically caved in from that spearing elbow. For me though, I felt something like a sharp pin prick… then darkness.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I felt the pin prick even when Seth did not. I felt like my elbow actually penetrated his face, behind his nose and practically through his skull. The audible crack may have been sickening to those around me, blood spattering violently from Seth’s face but to me it was music to my ears. Along with the sound, was the reaction of this motherfucker’s warrior body. It went limp underneath me, his arms falling to the side as his blood caked torso relaxed in the dusty dirt of the desert. I was delirious, exhausted, could hear the ringing in my ears from this fight and some audible voices of the men around me. The pain was immense through most of my body but my focus was like a laser and my mission was still clear. The bastard wasn’t done yet, so neither was I. And in my current physical state, I knew I couldn't mess around. I needed to finish him, and do it quickly. I had lost battles to this man but I was going to win the war. I shifted up onto my knees over the top of Seth’s motionless body, breathing heavily as dirt and blood smeared my torso. Sharp pain came over me as I extended too far but I used that momentum to come back down on Seth with a brutal right cross to his already wrecked face, looking for his jaw one final time. The momentum took my body lower to the ground, over the top of Seth, as i took my good hand and wrapped it around his neck, lifting his head u, my bicep flexing as I lifted it, then my tricep flexing as i slammed it down into the hard desert floor, once, then twice, “DIE BITCH!” I screamed, my hoarse voice cutting through the desert air.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My eyes narrowed, as I watched the battle play out. Very rarely was a fight in doubt up until the very end. Without a doubt, these two juggernauts were about as evenly matched a pair of fighters as I had ever seen. The blood sprayed out as Brad drove his elbow into the ASG agent’s face, staining my tactical gear with even more blood. I turned to glance at Drew, then back at the victorious Brad. But when Brad moved into position to execute the now critically wounded ASG agent, I decided to intervene. In Brad’s current state, he wasn’t thinking analytically, but to me it was crystal clear that Seth alive was far, far more valuable to us then Seth dead. How often does the Syndicate get a chance to capture an intelligence agency's senior agent? This could be game changing. So, without a second thought I surged forward, my hand reaching out to seize Brad’s good arm by the wrist with a vise-like grip. I spoke up, my words cold and calculating, “Brad! Stop. Think. He’s worth far, far more to us alive than dead right now. You can always kill him later.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: As I lifted up to go for the punch, I felt a resistance that was impenetrable and unexpected. I looked up, surprise on my face as Danijel was standing there, holding my arm, preventing it from coming down. He was shouting at me, the ringing in my ears and the adrenaline in my body not letting me focus or listen to what he was saying…but it was of no surprise to my brain that Danijel fucking Novac was trying to stop me from my greatest battlefield kill. There was no way I was going to let this upstart Croatian cunt upstage my thorough and complete destruction of Seth Williams. “FUCK YOU!” I spit back in his face. “Later is NOW!” I try to yank my arm away from him, my muscles flexing and my body roaring with pain.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I could feel Brad’s power, even after a brutal fight and many injuries, the tough Syndicate agent nearly yanked his arm free of my vise like grip. My expression never changed as he turned his fury in my direction. The muscles in my arm and core tightened like steel cable, not moving despite the American’s attempt to break free. I ignored his enraged insults. We needed to move, and we needed Seth alive. I looked over at Drew, “Gather the men, get ready to leave. We’ll be there shortly.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order, and the tone of my voice made that crystal clear. We needed to move. The ASG would eventually come looking for their missing men, especially Seth, and we needed to be far away from here before then. But then, I had another thought… if there was a way to trick the ASG into thinking that Seth was dead, then that automatically increased the value of any information we extracted from the ASG’s senior agent. But first, before I think of how to accomplish that, I needed to talk Brad down. He was running on pure adrenaline, and there was only one way to deal with a man in that state. Without blinking an eye, my grip on his wrist turned steel-hard.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: With a savage yank, and a twist of my hips, I pulled Brad off of Seth’s quivering, spasming muscle, slamming the man we’d been sent to rescue on his back to the ground, mounting the wounded agent in the process, pinning his arms to the ground, my muscles rippling with power as I stared down into his eyes. I shouted back at him, “DON’T FUCK THIS UP BRAD. THINK. USE YOUR BRAIN. CAPTAIN SETH WILLIAMS IS THE ASG’S SENIOR FIELD AGENT. THINK OF HOW MUCH THE CONTENTS OF HIS BRAIN ARE WORTH TO THE SYNDICATE.” Breathing heavy, letting those words sink in, I spoke further, my voice dropping in volume. “After you make him talk, then you can kill him.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I nodded at the order, knowing how desperate Brad was to finish what he started but at the same time knowing that Danijel was right. The Syndicate could use this man and they would want him alive if we could bring him that way. As Danijel tackled Brad off of Seth, I walked up to Seth and looked down on him as two of the other men came in and grabbed him by his arms and legs, hoisting him off the ground as blood dripped off his body, leaving a small trail as they carried him away.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Daniel and I were locked in a stare down as I tried to pull my arm away but failed, the fresher fighter having clearly been in a fight of his own but in much better shape than I was, refusing to let go, his muscled bicep and torso flexing to counteract me. Then he pulled hard and lifted me up. I wasn’t prepared to resist it as the Croatian drove me straight into the ground on my back. My body was already in enough pain and his weight landing on me made me moan out in pain. My back arched but then got flattened as Daniel mounted me into a full on pin, staring down into my eyes and shouting. I was hearing his words, my arms pushing on him but unable to move the solid wall of muscle as he made it clear how this was going to go. Slowly I calmed down, knowing I was in no position to make a difference and that helplessness boiled up inside of me. Then the spit flew from my mouth toward Danijel’s face. I didn’t say anything for several seconds as I saw out of the corner of my eye Seth’s limp body being carried away by some of the men and in this moment I stopped my resistance. “Fuck you Novac,” was the only thing I said, then tried to push the Russian off of me.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I waited there, my gaze emotionless, despite how loud I had shouted, as I pinned down the famous Brad Sterling, both of us spattered by Seth’s blood. I could feel him slowly start to calm down. Then, the bastard spat up in my face. I fucking hate being spat at. Fucking hate being disrespected. It’s one of my few sore points. I see white for a moment, my muscles start to tense as I nearly go off the handle, but I’m a professional, and reign in. I wasn’t being paid to kill Brad, I was being paid to save his fucking life. To rescue him. But I wasn’t the type of man to forget being disrespected like this. My face goes even stonier as the men drag Seth’s broken body away, towards the van. Then, Brad tries to push me off him, telling me to get fucked. Impassive, every muscle locked and flexed tighter and harder than steel, I don’t budge. Then, a few moments later, to make sure he knows that it was my decision to let him up, I suddenly spring up off him.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I stand back, looking down at Brad, then I speak again, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I respond to his comment, “Yeah Brad, you are fucking welcome. It’s fucking obvious how grateful you are for what we risked to save your sorry ass. As for keeping you from making one of the biggest mistakes of your career by killing Seth just then? Consider that a bonus.” I can see that since we last met, Brad has gotten fucking full of himself. He’s been letting his new position as the Syndicate’s golden boy go straight to his fucking head.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I knew what Danijel was doing the second he resisted my push. He hadn’t just been in an intense battle with one of the best fighters in the world yet the cocksucker was wanting to show he was in control. Then he mouthed off again about how I should be grateful for it. The whole thing was ridiculous. This was the difference between men who did the dirty work and men who only talked about doing it. He’d never understand, and I would never forget. But the one thing I knew, especially as a man who did the dirty work, I’d taken enough risks in this endeavor and was lucky to be alive. It was time to end it, walk away alive to fight another day. I lay in the dirt for a few more minutes, not in protest, but just in fatigue before finally sitting up, grimacing in pain as I grabbed the side of my bloody and dirt-covered chest.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: The boys had done what was asked of them as I slowly walked back across the area, making sure that we had collected everything. We had to do as much as possible to make it clear the Syndicate was not here. Walking through the ditches, making sure no spare equipment was left that could be tracked back to us, I noticed Brad sitting up in the dirt. I walked over to him slowly, expecting he wanted some space but knowing we needed to go. “That was incredible, Brad. Just wanted to say…it’s rare to be able to see two skilled fighters in combat like that in a real battlefield situation. You are every bit the legend I’ve heard about.” I said, holding out a hand for him to take. He was about to take it but then that was when we both heard the blood curdling scream.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I leave Brad behind, shaking my head. I used to like him, respect him at least, back when we worked together for the Mob. But it’s clear that the years had changed him. He was too full of himself, thinking only of getting the kill, acting like a brainless, big-dicked idiot, not even an ounce of gratitude for getting his ass saved from certain death. If we hadn’t signed a contract that paid some serious money to save the idiot, I’d have left him here. But I’ve spent too long building up our outfit’s reputation to risk it. I put Brad out of my mind, and head back to the van, following the trail of blood left by Seth’s broken body. I have to admit, that was a brutal job Brad did on the ASG man. Wasn’t sure he was going to do it.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I climb into the van, looking down at Captain Seth Williams, ASG’s top field agent. If we want to maintain the value of the intel in his brain, then we need the ASG to believe that Seth was dead, otherwise they will assume we have compromised the ASG and take steps. But if they think he is dead, then we’ll have the ASG by the balls. It will be a huge coup for the Syndicate, for me and my outfit, and unfortunately, also for Brad. I look at my men lining the van, nodding at each one. They’d done well, and I was proud of them. I toss one of the men my knife, “Heat that blade up. I need to make some … alterations … to our prisoner here.” He nods, his face impassive, rummaging through the kit and pulling out a small camp stove. Firing it up he slowly rotates my combat knife through the flames until the metal is red hot, glowing like a cherry.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Wordlessly, he hands me my blade back, and I grab Seth’s left arm, appreciating the thickness, the musculature, the sheer heft of that powerful limb. The knife wound in the defeated agent’s left delt leaked a steady stream of blood. His shoulder was ruined, might as well take it to the next logical step. Without a sign of emotion, I pull the agent’s left arm straight out from his body, and with surgical precision and brutal efficiency, saw that glowing hot blade through his shoulder, severing tendons, muscles, angling right through the joint. The searing sound and smell of flesh emanated from the point of contact, instantly cauterizing the wound as I cut his arm off, preventing him from bleeding out. It didn’t take long, and soon I was holding his arm, detached from his body. There was very little blood, thanks to the hot blade. Suddenly, the desert night was full of Seth’s tortured scream, the agony forcing him back to consciousness. I winced as the look of agony and terror on his confused face was accompanied by a scream that cut through the bone. I made a jerking motion with my hand, and one of my men acted instantly, drawing his pistol, and savagely snarled at Seth, “Shut the fuck up.” as he bashed the critically wounded ASG agent in the temple with the butt of his pistol, sending him back to sleep.

I nod at him, in approval for his quick reactions, handing him Seth’s severed arm. “Take this arm back to the area the Ozzies were trying to defend. Throw a few more grenades on the dead bodies there, to make sure they are well and properly ground up, then toss his arm on the edge of the blast zone.” My man jogs off quickly, and a minute later the sound of frag grenades detonating echoes through the small canyon. “All right, go find Brad and Drew, it’s time to move.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: As the scream faded, I grasped Brad’s hand as his eyes narrowed. He was thinking something, even if he wasn’t saying anything. “Let’s get back to the vans, we need to get out of here,” I said, breaking the silence. I helped the injured agent to his feet, feeling his body spasm as the pain roiled through him from moving. The end of a fight like that came with a huge adrenaline hit and it had to be sinking into him - fatigue, pain and even the emotional stress of everything else he had been through. He was back in the land of the free and that had to be a relief.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: We staggered quietly through the clear night and as we approached the vans, one of the men popped out of the back of one carrying the arm that was still dripping some blood onto the ground. I intentionally diverted Brad away, hoping I could protect his eyes from seeing, and thus jumping to conclusions as to what was happening. He didn’t resist but whether I was successful or not was unclear. I walked him to the front seat of the van and opened the door for him, pushing him up into the front seat. He sagged against the console, breathing heavily, the pain laced across his face but somehow he continued to stay conscious. “Hang in there buddy,'' I whispered, closing the door and walking around to the back.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: It was as I suspected. That arm was Seth’s and Danijel had taken it. I looked at him. “I’ve got Sterling in the front seat. Stay back here with Williams,"I said, making it sound like an order, not a suggestion. We needed to keep Danijel and Sterling apart and putting Sterling in the back with Williams could lead to a disaster. I knew what was happening with the arm - Danijel was staging Seth’s death so we could secure Williams. I looked at the wounded agent and saw the glint of metal around his neck. I leaned forward and ripped the dog tags off of him, then stepped back and closed the door to the van.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I jogged back out toward the scene as I heard the explosives go off in the quiet night whose sounds were filled only by the bugs and critters of the desert. I ran out toward the sounds and saw the final staging of the scene being completed, dropping the dog tags in plain sight to be found before turning back toward the van. We had to go, it had already been too long…The two of us returned and I moved to the driver's seat, opening the door and finding Brad slumped over and unconscious. I got up in the seat and closed the door, leaning over to look at him. He was asleep, and appeared stable. So I grabbed the gear lever and mashed the accelerator to get us out of there.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I take a few moments to simply be still, to breathe, to recover. I’ve learned to take these moments whenever I can. My men are trained to do likewise. Seth’s maimed body lies beside me. Suddenly, the quiet moment is shattered as Drew pops his head into the back, he speaks up, giving me what sounded like an order. Immediately, I felt a bit of rage boil inside me. Drew was always pushing the boundaries, sometimes without thinking about it. I knew that was part of what I loved about him, but there was a time and a place. Almost, almost, I got up and reacted to it, about to set things straight. But I was, if anything, logical to a fault. What he had said, whether it was couched as an order or not, made sense. I doubted Brad wanted to see me right now, and I didn’t really care to see him. This was for the best. But this was not over. Oh no. Drew was going to hear about this when the time was right.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: But I didn’t object. And I approved of him grabbing Seth’s tags. It was an important detail that I had overlooked. Drew was good. One of the best. He just needed a bit of discipline. I leaned back, letting the quiet moment return as the Van’s engine rumbled into life, and we began the trek to the safehouse we’d arranged, on the outskirts of Alice Springs. It was there that we would rest, heal, recover … and take on the job of breaking Captain Seth Williams. As much as I wanted that job, I knew that it was Brad’s by right.

Published: 2023-04-09, viewed 27 times.