In the Line of Fire

12:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Dammit, Mat," I mutter to myself, watching the manor from my position on the ridge, "why'd you gotta go and kick this anthill for?" A Marine buddy of mine, a guy I'd served two tours with and been on missions here and there with had been here four months ago on some joint US Marine / SAS mission. When he was telling me about it over beers, or least as much as he was allowed to tell, need to know an' all, it sounded like security wasn't that bad. Well, Mat must'a scared the pants off this here Chechnyan warlord, 'cause security looked pretty dang serious now.

12:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "What was you doing here, Mat?" I ain't bothered to ask him, since I got handed this mission... he told me all he was gonna tell me that night. Mat's a professional, takes his job serious. Kinda ironic, though... man, the official secrets I got from him! I chuckle to myself. But, whatever he was doing here, four months later and I'm securing and exfiltrating a pissant warlord ain't nobody never given two craps about before. Warlords are a dime a dozen 'round here. So.... ain't a coincidence, I'm thinking.

12:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My target's in his office, on the second floor... looks like only one man in the room with him. Electric fence, two sentries at each gate, four on the roof... I've seen three posted inside the house, but might be more. So, guess I gotta deal with that fence, first...

12:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I belly crawl back off the ridge, my forest camo uniform blending with the trees, then circle to where I noticed a blind spot in their surveillance; back by the pool, they let some bushes grow right up to the fence. Amateurs.

12:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Now, besides my P90 and 9 mil sidearm, I got me a leatherman. So I pull it out, and grin. Yeah, it's moments like this I love being a Hero. I take a breath and clip the first link.

12:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: AAAAWWWWWW yyyeeaaahhh... it freakin' hurts, that jolt, sears right through me and goes straight to my big hairy blond babymakers and my dick jumps. I clip the next link, another zap, another pulse through my junk. By the time I've clipped enough to get through, I'm dang near at full attention. I take a deep breath, grip the fence and pull it open enough to step through, which means I take the whole load, and for a couple seconds WOOF! I'm tough as shit but that's a freakin' test, buddy, and by the time I'm through I've broken out in a sweat and my little Marine is at full attention, all 9" thick and hard. I wait a few breaths to let it soften up, gonna need that blood here in a minute. Ok, Mason... time to go start takin' out bad guys…

13:03 AgentDerekSteel: I wouldn't normally have agreed to play nanny for one of the many warlords that infested Chechnya, but this was a special case. Apparently, a few months ago this particular Warlord had been raided by a two man team, a joint UK/US operation. He had lost quite a few guards, and he was scared shitless that he'd be targeted again.

13:03 AgentDerekSteel: He was paying extremely well, but that's not why I agreed. I was curious about what made him such an appealing target. Appealing enough for the US and UK to commit to a joint operation. Before I decided that I really didn't want to take orders anymore, I had been trained as a UK Royal Marine. I knew first hand that joint operations, especially involving special forces, were not common. I was in the area myself following up on the rumours that the US had begun to deploy a new kind of experimental soldier to the battlefield. There were whispers circulating amongst the local warlords of soldiers able to accomplish nearly inhuman feats. That's why I was in the area, and why I agreed to guard this piece of shit. Not for him. But because of what he might attract. I wanted to capture one of these super soldiers for myself. If the rumours were true, and somehow my gut instinct led me to believe they were true, then I needed to learn all I could about what was really going on.

13:03 AgentDerekSteel: I sat back in the chair in the warlord's upstairs office, listening to him drone on. I'd be tempted to kill him myself, just to make the bastard shut up. I sighed, I suppose killing your clients was bad for one's reputation. I looked out the window, over the pond that lay in the yard below. I'd upgraded the security considerably since I'd taken on the role of head security adviser. Both in obvious ways, and non-obvious ways.

13:03 AgentDerekSteel: The obvious ways were sentries, an electric fence, a surveillance system. The non obvious ways were pressure sensors. I'd surrounded the estate with pressure sensors buried under the ground. They were able to detect the vibrations caused by the footsteps of a grown man to a high degree of accuracy. Each of the guards and residents of the compound wore a device that showed up on the perimeter map as a green dot. Unidentified vibration sources were colored red.

13:03 AgentDerekSteel: I looked at my tablet computer, and smiled. I saw a red dot, just at the fence where the bushes caused a break in the surveillance system. Interesting. Whoever it was, he was good. My dick stiffened, turning hard. It looks like perhaps my patience would be rewarded. I didn't raise any kind of alert, quite deliberately so. I was incredibly curious to see how he performed against the guards. For now, I would just track him.

16:17 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As I let my little Marine settle, takin' a few breaths, I watch the sentries from this new angle and search for cameras I might not have seen from up the ridge. Both the gates are out of sight from here, and it looks like I'm only in line of sight of one roof sentry... if he's paying attention...

16:17 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Dammit. There's a camera. But I see almost immediately that it's on a gimbal, and it's panning slowly back and forth. After one full cycle, I can see that the line of approach between me and the near corner of the building is juuuust out of the cam's field when it's at the far end of its cycle. Call it half a second to cross the distance. Thirty feet in half a second. Lucky me, these monster quads ain't just for show.

16:17 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It takes patience... damn near twenty minutes, hidin' in a bush, near enough a sprint start posture I can launch, but not so tight I'm gonna cramp up while I'm waitin'. Finally, the guy on the roof looks away to talk to one of his buddies just when the camera is where I need it to be.

16:17 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My 32" quads explode with power and a heartbeat later I'm safe, up against the corner of the house. Of course, ain't really anywhere I can walk from here... all the first floor doors will put me right out for a sentry or camera to see. So, walking is out. Climbin' is in.

16:17 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Lucky me, this is one of them what they call "architectural" houses, designed with all manner of fiddly bits and sticky out "features." An easy climb, and I make it real quiet like. A few moments later, I'm hangin' just off the roof, in a shadowed corner... by my reckoning, two guys are on this section of roof, close. The other two rooftop guys shouldn't have line of sight to me from their posts.

16:17 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I close my eyes, listen... focus.... the moment the scuff of his footsteps and sound of his voice tells me the near guy is right above me and facing away, I rip myself upward. I'm strong enough to pull a muscle up with near my own body weight added, and I got my legs pushing to help me now so it's no work at all to clear the roofline by more than my own height, leaping up behind him... as my feet lightly touch the roof my big hands are already snapping up to grip his head and jaw and I snap his relaxed and unsuspecting neck clean through near 180 degrees. He don't make a sound as he dies, and I'm already closing the distance to his buddy, aiming to take him down with an outside leg sweep and end him quick. I'll be on him in a heartbeat... can't give him time to radio.

16:38 AgentDerekSteel: I watch your careful patience as you wait in the bushes for your opening, and am duly impressed by your power and speed as you seize your moment and sprint across the yard at a speed which would be Olympically competitive. I continue to track your progress as you climb up the outside of the estate, noting that such a feat requires a significant amount of strength. I'm duly impressed.

16:38 AgentDerekSteel: Then, suddenly I watch as you strike at one of the sentries on the roof. You aren't all that far from me and the warlord now, as the crow flies.

16:38 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly the other guard turns, sharply, suddenly uneasy. He was extremely well trained, with plenty of combat experience himself. He was tuned in to his environment, and his gut was trained to let him know when something was wrong. His conscious mind wasn't yet aware of it, but his battle-trained subconscious missed the sound of his companions footsteps.

16:38 AgentDerekSteel: He sees you charging straight at him, and one hand reaches for his radio while the other darts down for his Glock, holstered at his side, starting to draw it, trying to get a bead on you while he begins to lift the radio towards his mouth.

16:53 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I don't slow a step as I reach striking distance, coming at him full bore. Downright foolish of him to have both his hands busy when the enemy is so close. I smash a knife hand strike hard as I can into his larynx, using that connection to lever the outside sweep I'd come in for. As we hit the ground, him on his back and me kneeling next to his right shoulder, I pivot back into him, pinning his chest with my right knee and looking to take charge of that sidearm he was looking to draw when I dropped him.

17:09 AgentDerekSteel: The guard is stunned at the sight of you barrelling towards him, and desperate, unable to do anything else, he pulls his radio arm in to block the knife strike to his larynx, your knife hand smashes the radio out of his grip, but keeps the guard's throat from being crushed. Your leg sweep knocks his feet right out from under him, and he lands on the roof with a loud OOMMPPHHHH.

17:09 AgentDerekSteel: Your right knee pins his powerful chest hard to the ground, he gasps, and realizes that his sidearm is going to be yours unless he acts quickly, so he sends it skittering across the roof about five feet, then plants his right hand to the roof, reaches up with his left to grab your right wrist, and desperate, tries to push up and pivot with his right hand and foot while seeking to pull down on your right wrist to throw you off him.

17:33 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Dangit, this has already gotten too noisy for my liking... trying to keep an ear out for signs anyone's gotten interested in us, I feel the guy's direction of effort and give it to him, taking the pressure off my right knee and letting him start to come up. But as he does, I pivot again, putting all my weight on my left foot so I can slide my right leg across his chest and under his exposed left armpit. Gripping his left wrist with my left to keep it secure, I yank his face up into my crotch and complete the pivot, falling to my right side to finish locking up the triangle choke with my legs. My big ol' hamstrings flex up and SQUEEZE the space away, fast and hard as I can…

18:30 AgentDerekSteel: The guard catches your right wrist with his left successfully, and starts to pull down, while pushing up with his right ankle and planted right wrist, but he's clearly surprised when you slide your right boot across his chest and under his left armpit, putting your weight on your left foot temporarily. Already committed to the motion, there is little the guard can do to stop you as you start to roll. His left wrist is yanked off your right wrist as your left hand shoots over and grabs it, securing it tight.

18:30 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, the guard finds himself on top, but not in the way he wanted! The crook of your left leg swings up and locks down on your right boot thrust behind the guard's head, then your massive muscles tighten like a vise and SQUEEZE. The guard is no stranger to ground fighting, but the speed and power is incredible, he's never felt its like. He gasps, then tries one more desperate move, literally only seconds remain before he passes out, with the last of his strength he digs his boots into the roof and pushes, looking to drive your big, massive, muscled body across the loose gravel of the roof, and smash the top of your head with every ounce of force he can muster into the side of the parapet.

18:30 AgentDerekSteel: The other guards haven't heard the noise, so far.

18:40 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I suppress a snarl, but a low grunt still escapes my throat, as this tough sumbitch shoves me across the gravel like a freakin' weight sled. My uniform jacket tears up some on the gravel, and bits bounce up into the collar and get dragged across my back on the inside of my shirt. Dangit.

18:40 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: When a triangle is sunk good and your angle is good.... and when you got huge dang tree trunk legs... ain't necessary to pull the head in to squeeze off the arteries, so instead I bring my arms up and around my head, like a boxer's block but shielding the crown and back of my head, so my forearms smash into the parapet. Dude is still trying to crush me against the wall, he's tenacious, I'll give him that... I flex up enough to keep my posture against his pressure and just keep squuuueeeezzzin' his life away...

18:57 AgentDerekSteel: The guard sees his last hope fade as you use your arms to protect your head from impacting with the parapet. He gives one half hearted attempt at stacking you, trying to roll you up to relieve the pressure, but he's too far gone, and suddenly he goes limp, a trickle of drool falling out of the corner of his mouth to drop down onto your uniform jacket.

20:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel him go limp, finally. As quietly as I can, I unlock the triangle and grip his head. With a quick, explosive torque, I snap his neck, and shift his body off me.

20:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Wincing, I strip my jacket and feel the gravel fall out. I strip my t-shirt... sure enough as soon as the air hits the skin of my back I can feel the cuts. I'm a bit tore up back there, but nothing serious, just scrapes and bruises. The sun feels good on my skin.

20:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Laying low, I take a look around... I didn't see any ladders on any side, so I'm sure the sentries have a way onto the roof that leads inside the building, but I couldn't see it from the ridge. I keep an ear out, hoping I haven't been noticed, but... if the roof hatch is on the other side by the other two sentries there's no way I'm getting to it unnoticed. If it's on this side, though...

04:54 AgentDerekSteel: The roof has many sections, with parts of the roof jutting off, so you don't have a direct line of sight to the entire roof top, parts are hidden behind the parapet.

04:54 AgentDerekSteel: The sentries on the far side of the roof are no longer visible. They seem to have disappeared. Suddenly, from the first sentry you killed, a crackling voice erupts from his radio, "Lookout Alpha, report."

04:54 AgentDerekSteel: There is a low muffled banging sound about 25 feet from you, it appears to be coming from one of the alcoved sections of roof, where you don't have a direct line of sight, from the section that juts out and away from the central roof area.

11:29 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I pick my P90 up, charge it, release the safety. Might be time to get loud. Keeping low, I head for the banging... if it's the sound of guys coming up the stairs, then that's the way down.

11:49 AgentDerekSteel: You have to cross the open area of the roof. There is a loud thump as an object smacks into the roof off to your side. If you turn to look at what caused the sound then you are met with a blinding wave of light and sound as a flashbang, thrown by one of the other two sentries who had crouched down into cover on the far side of the roof out of sight, goes off on the roof only a few feet from you. Clearly, having your big muscled ass pushed across the roof like a weight sled made enough noise to attract unwanted attention!

12:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Looks like the way down isn't over here... damn. Guess it's time to get loud. Just then I hear a quiet thump in the gravel. CRAP.

12:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I dive away and scrabble behind an air conditioning unit... then I hear it go. Just a flash bang, thankfully. Ears are ringin', but I didn't get the blast. Taking a heartbeat to check I'm not near enough the edge of the roof to be in line of sight of the guys on the ground, I pivot to the direction I know the others have to be coming from, and pop up. I see one of the two; well-trained muscle and enhanced hand-eye coordination snaps to and a moment later his chest erupts as the fast-firing P90 puts a dozen armor-piercing rounds through him. I drop back down and duck walk toward where I know this side of the roof connects to the other, clearing corners as I go and keeping an ear out for signs of the last roof sentry. But the clock is tickin', now... freakin' everybody heard that.

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: I'm in the office with the warlord, and the unmistakable sound of a flashbang echoes through the office. The warlord looks like he's going to piss himself with fear. I smile and sit back. I had seen enough to become convinced that whoever was conducting the raid was indeed some kind of supersoldier. The speed of his movements alone verified that. Incredible.

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: But, now the game was up, he'd stirred up the hornets' nest. Let's see how he dealt with a fight, not just an infiltration. I was eager to gather more information about his battlefield capabilities. The loss of a few guards, while intensely regrettable, was necessary. They were mercenaries, paid to risk their lives. I hated to lose men, though.

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: The remaining roof guard was not happy, His mate had just been wasted by a series of armour piercing rounds through the chest. So much for the fucking flashbang to stun him before wasting him. How the hell was he able to fire a gun only a moment after that?

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: He became convinced that this was one of those supersoldier guys the Americans were rumoured to be using. Well... he got paid to take risks, he wasn't a coward, and it seemed like it might be a good day to die. The alert had been sounded, and the reserve guards would be coming up through the hatch behind him any minute now. If he could just hold this fucker off.

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: He crouched down low behind the corner just opposite the hatch. The hatch was in a small offshoot of roof, surrounded on three sides by the parapet, open on the fourth, directly in the middle of the small offshoot of roof, about 12 foot square. He had his Glock in one hand, and his combat knife in the other. If he was going down, he'd go down fighting. Suddenly, the guard hears movement, he agonizes whether to take a shot now or wait until the enemy American is closer. He opts on stealth, but he's ready to pull the trigger as soon as anyone comes around that corner.

13:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I have to be getting close... runnin' outta roof. I pop up again, still no sign of him. He's here somewhere, and I'm dang sure running outta time. Screw it.

13:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I start moving quick, blind firing an arc around every corner to make sure he can't just sit there with a shot lined up. Move to corner, blind fire, clear, check targets, repeat.

13:15 AgentDerekSteel: The guard realizes that you must know he's hiding somewhere, as he hears gunshots getting closer and closer. The soldier is firing around each corner, not caring about the noise he's making.

13:15 AgentDerekSteel: The guard had moved himself away from the parapet, down a bit further, so he was still out of the line of sight of someone coming down the side of the parapet, and yet not close enough to the parapet to be instantly shot by someone blind firing around the corner. He crouched low, steadied his aim, and as you blind fire around the corner of his alcove, he pulls the trigger. He's aiming for the first thing he sees, his brain on autopilot, and he's a decent shot. There's a good chance his bullet will shoot your gun right out of your hand.

14:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Move, blind fire, clear. Move, blind-FUCK ME!

14:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Hissing at the near miss, yanking my P90 back around the corner and miffed that I gotta drop a dollar in the swear jar when I get home, I inspect the damage. My hand is nothing; a couple minor cuts where shards of the barrel grazed. But the P90 is good and busted. Dangit.

14:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I draw the M1911, charge, de-safety. Then I pop the P90 mag, chuck it, time it, call "frag out!" just as I know it's about to hit gravel and clear the corner, enhanced sight and coordination ready to lock a target as my finger holds the trigger a breath from firing.

15:23 AgentDerekSteel: The guard bursts into motion as soon as his bullet hits your P90. He's already crouched, ready for motion. He's a brave motherfucker, well trained, as most of my guards are, and he knows that staying put in the alcove isn't a survival strategy.

15:23 AgentDerekSteel: He sprints the three feet or so to the side of the parapet, staying crouched low, while you are popping out your P90 mag and readying your M1911. He doesn't know if you have another sidearm or not, but he's betting you do, and he's in a crap position for a shoot out. He figures ballsy surprise and speed are his only chance. If only his squad mates would get the fuck up here already!

15:23 AgentDerekSteel: He leaps into the air, his legs exploding with power like coiled springs, he's looking to leap over the parapet, over the space between the two corners, effectively cutting the corner, he takes a wild shot towards you as he's midair, but it's anyone's guess where the bullet is going to land. His hope is, if his wild shot doesn't connect, that he will crash into you and grapple you down before you can get a bead on him with your second sidearm. He hears you shout "frag out!" just as he fires off his wild shot in your direction, just as he's sailing over the corners of the parapet in his crazy ass leap.

15:52 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As I clear the corner I see the sentry, midair... crazy ass Hail Mary, but then again this was basically the notion I'd discarded... and it's worked. Such a drastic elevation change from my expectations, at close range... I fire from the hip and miss. I drop into a jiujitsu combat stance, which shifts me laterally enough that he lands next to me, instead of on me. I grapple his gun hand, he grapples mine... I'm plenty stronger then this fella, though he ain't exactly petite or puny... he's plenty strong enough to keep me from lining up my shot. I smash my head forward in a headbutt, and toss my sidearm, looking to free that hand and disarm him.

16:01 AgentDerekSteel: Both you and the guard miss with your shots. The guard manages to tuck his legs in as he sees you shift your stance, and lands next to you, absorbing the impact competently with his boots, landing in a combat stance. He's got some skills, clearly.

16:01 AgentDerekSteel: The guard goes for your gun hand, you go for his, and fuck... he feels the sheer incredible muscle power. His dick actually twitches a bit in the presence of such sheer masculine might. Your bare chest and abs are stacked and jacked, and he takes it in, though he has no time to think about anything except what the fuck he got himself into.

16:01 AgentDerekSteel: Both you and he drop your weapons at about the same time. He's about to be overpowered, and he knows it. He fires his knee up though, looking to drive it powerfully into your solar plexus if he can, at the same time you smash your head forward. Your headbutt lands, and a burst of blood sprays out of his nose. The guard yells at himself, in his head, KEEP IT TOGETHER SOLDIER, and he eats the pain, the stars in his eyes, and the bells in his head, hoping like hell his knee to your plexus will slow you down before his arms are overpowered.

16:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I "HURK!" out a grunt as his knee spears into my solar plexus... we're kneeling next to each other, so he can't get much power from the hip and the distance isn't much... taken way harder knees sparring with Mat. But, it's still a solid shot and sucks my breath away.

16:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel his hot blood on my pecs and face, see he's dropped his Glock... Keeping my wrist control on him with my left hand, I release his wrist as I drive forward over my knee like I'm shooting a low double leg and SMASH an overhand right at his already busted nose.

16:23 AgentDerekSteel: The guard is dripping blood, but the knee at least gives you pause, he grunts with effort. The second you start to shoot forward over your knee, his old wrestling instincts kick in, and he throws himself forward kicking his legs out behind him, as if he's trying to stuff a takedown. A takedown that never materializes, but his instincts moved his body and head forward enough so that your overhand right slams into the air behind his head. His bloody head ends up pressed against the right side of your face, cheek to cheek, in a strange moment of intimacy, and he's grunting with effort, trying to get traction in the gravel with his boots and push against you.

16:23 AgentDerekSteel: You still have his right hand, but his left hand is free. Desperate, he brings his left hand up and over your right shoulder, and tries to smash his left fist into the side of your neck, aiming for the carotid, hoping he might impact with enough force to stun your massive supersoldier ass.

16:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: This fella is no slouch; he fights through his pain and my fist sails past his awkward sprawl and now we're pressed up... speaking of fighting, my lungs are burning and I FREAKIN FORCE myself to inhale, get the ball rolling... I suck a ragged breath.

16:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: His short punch lands in my thick neck, but my body's in wrestling mode... my shoulders are pulled in, my bull neck strong... I take it on the meat of my trap and it pisses me off more than anything.

16:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: We're all gripped up, but he's extended. I back step my right foot, arcing it behind me, pivoting HARD in my combat stance, hips torquing to flip him onto his back... as I do my right arm shoots up under his left armpit, trapping the arm which just punched me against my chest, keeping it collected as in bring my right leg back and clamp it over his freshly flipped head and DRIVE my hips up to finish the armbar... no waiting for taps, I aim to go as far into the range of motion as I can, which will be well further than his arm can...

17:04 AgentDerekSteel: The guard should have known better!! His stance was shit, and he paid for it. Big time. You flip the guard over to his back, trapping his left arm with your right arm as you do, pinning it to your big fucking chest. You smoothly clamp your right leg over his head as you fall away to the side. Dazed from the blow to his nose, he has no time to react or even try to counter, no time to turn into the arm bar. You are too fucking strong, too fucking fast. He screams as his left arm breaks at the elbow. This is it... he knows it, he ain't gonna survive this. But even as the searing pain of his broken arm stabs into his brain, he's determined to go out fighting.

17:04 AgentDerekSteel: He reaches his right hand down to his tactical belt, grabs his combat knife and, his body shaking with searing pain and adrenaline, he pulls his right arm back, sliding it with his grip on the knife along the gravel, up to shoulder height, then grimly brings his knife-wielding hand up and over his head, trying with everything he has left, his body starting to succumb to shock, to stab you in your massive meaty right thigh as it's draped over his head.

17:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Aarrrggghhh!" I give a sharp bleat of pain as this tough as nails stud cuts deep on my right thigh... pure luck I was flexed up to clamp his head and he didn't get a dead on shot into my thigh with the point. The dense muscle caught the edge, and he cut me but good.

17:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Never count a man out until he's out. Dang stupid of you, Mason.

17:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I grip his wrist, smashing him in his busted nose with my other hand, and rip his knife away. Flipping it in my grip, I stab it into his throat, ending it.

17:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I'm bleedin' but good... taking a second I don't really have to examine the wound, I rip my pants off.. they're already cut to hanging and being a trip hazard by his strike... he didn't get any of the major veins, and no arteries. I won't bleed out. I rip a length of fabric off my pants, discarding the rest of the torn clothing, and bind the cut. My body has natural antiseptics, thanks Hero… and I do heal fast, but nothing like Wolverine or anything. A little faster than twice as fast as the average human, but this is still gonna be a serious inconvenience.

17:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I pick up my sidearm, his knife in the other hand, now in nothing but my boots and silkies, and make for the hatch. Today just got tougher.

19:17 AgentDerekSteel: The reinforcements arrive in the room below the hatch just as the sounds of fighting on the roof above suddenly stop. They aren't stupid. They don't intend to climb up the hatch into an uncertain situation. The commander of the four man squad sent to reinforce the roof sentries climbs up the ladder, and slides the steel bolt in place, locking the latch from the inside.

19:17 AgentDerekSteel: He climbs back down, then he gestures, and two of the guards head for two windows on either end of the room. The commander stays in the room, and covers the locked hatch with his Glock. The third guard rapidly rushes out of the door, and runs down the hall a ways, and out a window.

19:17 AgentDerekSteel: All three guards are fit and strong, and are able to scale up the heavily ornamented wall the short distance to the parapet. They all three arrive at about the same time. Then, with a loud pre-arranged shout, the three brave motherfuckers pull themselves up and over the edge of the parapet. Two of them pull themselves up over the walls of the same alcove as the hatch. The third pulls himself up over the parapet just a few feet down from where the dead guard, stabbed in the throat, is laid out.

19:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As I'm reaching the hatch, I hear the bolt slide into place. Awwww, crap. I set down my weapons, get a grip on the handle, settle into a deadlift posture, suck in a breath, squeeze my core tight for stability and let the monster muscles of my ass and thighs attack it... dang, that cut burns!

19:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can feel and hear the creak of the metal trying to resist me... but I can already tell, even if I weren't cut up, that I'd rip that handle clean off long before the bolt busted. Guess I'm climbing down...

19:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: That's when I hear the shout. Well, shouts... my hearing is 'bout as good as human hearing can get, thanks Hero... and I pinpoint all three fellas instantly. I snap up the pistol.

19:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The guy coming up nearest me takes a bullet between the eyes as he clears the roof. I pivot left trying to catch the next one... but I miss, tagging him in his right shoulder. No way I'm gonna make the turn to hit the third so I drop below the parapet and move as fast as I can, keeping low to go finish off the wounded man...

20:07 AgentDerekSteel: The second guard only has time to see his squad mate dropped with a bullet between the eyes by ... WTF!! A huge muscled stud running around in his combat boots and skivvies wielding a pistol??? It's not something you see every day. He just clears the parapet, when WHAMM a slug smashes into his right shoulder and he gets slammed hard back against the parapet, letting out a yell of pain. His right arm drops to his side, useless, blood dripping down his shirtsleeve.

20:07 AgentDerekSteel: He sees you moving towards him, crouched low at a savage rate of speed. He gasps, pain washing through him in waves. He leans back against the parapet, bracing with his left arm, keeping his right boot planted firmly, and snaps up his left boot with everything he has, trying to kick you in the face as you rush at him.

20:07 AgentDerekSteel: The third guard crouches low, and moves as fast as he can down below the parapet, his Glock out in front of him, he's about halfway to the corner leading to the alcove. The commander, hearing the shout, races back up the ladder and starts to throw the bolt, the shout his signal to try and burst out of the hatch and take you from behind.

20:22 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I'm moving in on the fella I tagged in the shoulder, when he kicks up at me... if my right hand weren't busy holding my pistol it woulda been easy to deflect, but as it is...

20:22 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: He tags me pretty good, I can feel the cut open over my cheek bone and my bell's rung pretty good. Man, these guys are tenacious for mercs. At point blank range, even staggered as I am, it's hard to miss when I point my 9 mil dead at his head and put two rounds in him. I can hear shouts from below... I know number three is about to be right on me... I fire a couple rounds at the corner, make him think twice about clearing it... when my M1911 jams. MOTHERFUCKER.

20:22 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Taking a page from that roof sentry, I leap onto the parapet and then at the third guy, grappling him, trying to drive him back and put our weight over that hatch.

20:41 AgentDerekSteel: The third guard is about to turn the corner after hearing his mate die from two point blank rounds to his head. Then, he stops abruptly when a few rounds slam into the corner of the parapet. FUCK... He pauses, his Glock raised, when suddenly, he looks up and a half naked mountain of muscle is suddenly on him, pushing him backwards towards the hatch, grappling him hard, his Glock going flying as he needs both hands to hold you off.

20:41 AgentDerekSteel: Knowing he can't hope to win a strength contest with this crazy assed superstrong American, the guard suddenly stops resisting you. Gripping your triceps tight in his hands, he throws himself backwards towards the ground, he's trying to pull you down with him, pulling his knees up to his chest, and in the event he is successful at pulling you down with him, he is looking to drive his boots up into your abs, and throw you head over heels over his head.

20:41 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, the hatch bursts open and the commander of the four man squad leaps out!

21:07 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My Hail Mary is everything I'd hoped... the big fella drops his piece, and I plow into him.

21:07 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Well almost everything I'd hoped. My injured leg won't push as hard as I'd like and he's able to drop to his ass before I can get us to the hatch, and he expertly takes my momentum over himself; I'm sprawled on my back just as the hatch flies open and another merc runs up.

21:07 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: He's right at my feet; I use my abs and one planted foot to YANK my hips under him, which costs me some more gravel scraping on my broad back. But it's worth it as I drive my hips to the sky and snap him into reverse de la Riva guard... gripping his near ankle, FLEX my ass and hamstrings for all they're worth and dump us both into the hatch.

04:57 AgentDerekSteel: The final guard successfully manages to pull off his throw, and you smash to the roof, not far from the hatch. He starts to work his way to his feet, as the Commander of the four man (now a two man!) squad bursts out of the hatch. He's shocked when suddenly you hook your leg behind his knee and grab his ankle. He starts to bend forward, then you flex, and his eyes go wide as your grip on his ankle makes him lose his balance. He falls backwards, down the hatch, it's big and wide, and you are so tangled up with him you are dragged along!

04:57 AgentDerekSteel: As the two of you tumble down, you separate from each other, and both land about 3 feet apart on the floor at the base of the ladder with a loud crash. The commander looks dazed, battered, and bruised, even though he managed to break his fall somewhat as he landed, but he's a tough mother fucker, there's a reason he was a squad leader. I pay well, and my men are a cut above your average mercenary, as you are discovering. He fights to get up to his feet, in a battle stance.

04:57 AgentDerekSteel: The ladder room is not far from the office where I am waiting, guarding some idiot Warlord who I have little liking and even less respect for. He looks terrified at the loud thump, audible even here, as you and the squad commander land on the floor. I look interested.

13:07 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As we tip into the hatch I let my grips and hooks go, tucking my body in... I take the hit on my boulder shoulder and roll through, though it's still a jarring, bruising impact. But I get to my feet, and see this big, tough lookin' sumbitch squaring up.

13:07 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I close and throw an overhand right as a feint. Then, dipping my hips and powering into the follow through I smash a left hook to his body, aimin' square for that liver, coming off that momentum with a right hook to the body.

13:36 AgentDerekSteel: The squad commander checks you out as you come at him, his mind noting your massive, thick muscles, in your skivvies and combat boots, like you were carved from a fucking boulder. Then, you are on him, he has no time to draw weapons.

13:36 AgentDerekSteel: He eats the overhand right with his left arm, snapping up to take it on the crook of his elbow, it rocks him to the side. Even for a feint, that's some goddamn power. Your left hook comes driving in, and he sucks his gut in, bringing up his left knee and dropping down his right arm to stuff it. The blow still staggers him backwards. GODDAMN... Then, relentless, that right hook sails in and spears him right in the goddamn ribs. He just can't quite match your speed, and he's no slouch, but that fucking cracks a rib, and has him whistling in pain. He knows he's in over his head, but he won't back down.

13:36 AgentDerekSteel: He surges forward, every step sending stabs of pain through his body from the cracked rib, and throws a straight right down the pipe, straight towards your nose, tightening from his core, and unloading it with a snapping twist of his hips, throwing his body behind the blow. It ain't no feint, but a desperate attack.

13:36 AgentDerekSteel: He noticed right from the beginning though, your right leg, and that improvised bandage covering your meaty thigh. After he's fully committed to that straight right, he smashes up his left leg, angling it in towards your right thigh, trying to tag you with a huge knee right on top of that knife wound. He keeps his left hand back, for defense.

13:52 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I hit like a freakin' truck, so I gotta give this bastard some props for takin' my flurry. He comes on fast and hard and right up the middle, which makes it easy to slip outside of, and I close in...

13:52 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "FUCK!" I howl and my right leg gives out as it explodes with pain... it burns across my whole body and my vision swims... but I spent long, hard, terrible hours gettin' forged for this, made for this.

13:52 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The agony is plenty over the threshold; it still hurts but also my body floods with endorphins, my hairy bull balls boil up and I can feel my big meat pop a full, leaky boner in my shorts.

13:52 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: We were already driving at each other, and slipping his straight punch put my right shoulder under his right armpit. So even though my right leg is trying to dump me on my ass I'm still pushing forward off my left and we slam together and I clamp my right arm up and around his neck, locking my grip like a head and arm choke. I let my body drop like it wants to, then, my momentum and our combined weight behind the blow as I follow though and smash the back of his skull down against a low rung of the metal ladder behind him.

14:01 AgentDerekSteel: The Commander, slowed by the cracked rib isn't quite fast enough to counter you, unable to draw his right arm back fast enough or use his left arm to fend off your right arm, unable to keep you from slipping your shoulder under his right arm or throwing your right arm over his left shoulder, despite the savage consequences of his knee strike to your wounded thigh.

14:01 AgentDerekSteel: Your right arm is thrown over his left shoulder, and grips your left hand coming up from under his right armpit. He tries desperately to drive his left fist down into your ribs in a savage punch even as your weight and position starts to topple him back. Regardless if it lands or not, it won't help him, as the back of his skull splits open on contact with the metal rung of the ladder.

14:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I grunt as his big fist hammers my ribs, takin' my breath away, but I hear the wet crack when he hits the ladder and I know he's done. I drop him and, gripping the ladder with my big left land, I rip a one-armed pullup, only getting my left foot in after the fact to boost up, reaching up with my right hand and slamming the bolt home, trapping the other guy on the roof.

14:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I drop, spinning as I do, trying to take most of my weight on my left foot but still it freakin' hurts, and I stumble. More men between me and the target, I'm busted up, and worst of all three dollars in the swear jar in a single day. Today sucks, for sure.

14:13 AgentDerekSteel: Outside the door, there are the sounds of boots pounding up the stairs, in the distance, on the other side of the building, as if another wave of reinforcements is on the way, but there doesn't seem to be the sound of running boots on the same floor as you. Yet.

14:51 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Taking a moment to grab the dead guy's sidearm... a dang Glock, not my favorite... I charge the first round and thumb the safety off. The bandage on my leg is pretty soaked, I can feel the blood running down my cheek from where I got booted, back scraped up, bruised...

14:51 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My man meat is throbbin' and drippin' somethin' fierce, my big, hairy blonde balls on a boil. I'm a whole dang army, unstoppable. Invulnerable.

14:51 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I throw the door, ready to draw down, but no targets in sight. I make the corner, listen close... either they're bein' so dang still that even my perfect hearing can't catch a stir of 'em, or they ain't up the stairs, yet. I turn the corner, and sprint for the door to the stairs. I can make this distance in a couple seconds and change, and if I can trap' 'em on the stairs my day'd get a whole lot easier...

15:04 AgentDerekSteel: As you run down the hall, you pass a T junction. At the end of the hall, the two sentries that are guarding the office see what looks like a blur of motion. They know about the intruder, hell everyone does now, and as you flash past one of them opens the office door and tells me, "Derek, sir, he's just been spotted running towards the stairs." I nod, "Back to your post." Shit was about to get real. I wasn't sure if I could pull this off, but if he actually made it to this office, after mowing through my highly trained mercs like a field of wheat, I would find out. I loved a challenge. Someday it was going to get me killed. Maybe that would be today. I cracked my knuckles and stood up. But then again, maybe not.

15:04 AgentDerekSteel: The warlord looked at me as if he was going to piss himself. I said disgustedly, "Just stay in the corner and let me do my job."

15:04 AgentDerekSteel: If you look around the corner leading to the stairway, you can just make out four heads racing up the stairs, beginning to come into view.

15:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I register the voices behind me as I pass the junction, but blessedly don't take a bullet. I'm committed to reaching those stairs, and I put the brakes on my sprint so I clear the corner, the fiery pain from my right leg defeated by adrenaline and willpower.

15:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can just see their heads, comin' up... can't see their weapons yet. I got me the high ground, literally and figuratively. And at this range, my perfect hand-eye coordination don't miss.

15:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I got 13 rounds in this piece of shit gangster gun and I start puttin' 'em in skulls, one after another.

15:20 AgentDerekSteel: Like shooting fish in a barrel, there are 4 rapid fire pops, and four heads suddenly explode one after the other. The other guards, the ones coming up behind that you haven't seen yet, immediately stop moving. Then suddenly, a grenade comes arcing up from the stairs, somewhere out of sight. These dudes are not playing around!

15:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: No idea if they've cooked it off, I take a desperate gamble and release my destiny to my finely tuned motor skills.

15:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I swat the grenade midair, sending it back downstairs, and flex my legs hugely as my boots touch the floor, looking to throw myself past the corner and back into the hall, wondering if this breath will be my last...

15:42 AgentDerekSteel: The grenade is indeed a frag grenade, the guards had realized that you had mowed down their mates, and they were looking to paint the walls with what was left of you, super soldier or not.

15:42 AgentDerekSteel: You swat the grenade midair like the bad-ass hero you are, and it rockets back down the stairs, then goes off in the midst of the group of guards. The explosion is deafening!! Suddenly, there is nothing but quiet coming from the stairwell.

16:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel the rush of heat on my back and legs, the thundering blast, the whole building vibrates... then quiet. Though that may just be the ringin' in my ears.

16:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I get up, look carefully past the corner to the stairs... awww, dangit. I dropped the Glock when I dove, was hoping to find it here... but the floor's been blasted out, it dropped down into the wreckage.

16:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ok... well... I dig into my memory. I heard two voices, sprinting past that junction. One inside the room, I think. So, at least one guy outside the door, if he's still there. And I'm unarmed. Need a distraction.

16:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I drop to a kneel real quick, unlacing and pulling my size 14 boot off. Barefoot's better'n socks for traction, so the sock goes, too. Then I pull the other boot and sock.

16:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Creeping up to the corner, I take a deep breath, clear it in a rush and chuck my boots one after the other down the hall at head height as I bull into a sprint.

16:12 AgentDerekSteel: There are in fact two sentries outside the office, they are shaking their heads out to clear their ears from the explosion. Who the fuck let off a goddamn frag grenade inside the mansion? Derek wasn't going to like that, intruder or no. He'd be liable for the damages to the building.

16:12 AgentDerekSteel: Then suddenly, as they flank the door on either side, two massive black shapes come hurtling towards them. What the fuck is that!! They crouch to get out of the way of the projectiles, and each one gets off one round but their aim is total crap, one shot burying itself in the floor nowhere near you, and the other slamming into the ceiling.

16:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel bits of plaster from the ceiling smacking into my back and shoulders as I commit my trajectory to the guy on the left. No idea if these merc dirtbags have any honor, likely not or they'd be serving a beautiful beacon of freedom and justice like the ol' USA. But maybe they give enough of a shit about each other to not start firing in close quarters when one of their own is tied up with the target.

16:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I smash into Lefty with a brutal shoulder tackle, my big right shoulder and my momentum slamming us into the corner. Gripping around his waist and crushing him into a bearhug, I pivot, putting his solid, muscular body between me and Righty while my training and reflexes come up with the next step in my "plan."

16:28 AgentDerekSteel: Lefty doesn't even have time to properly meet your charge, your speed is inhumanly fast. He can only try to tense his abs as he is blasted backwards into the corner with a savage crunch, knocking the wind out of him and bruising his ribs. He gasps, unable to breathe right away.

16:28 AgentDerekSteel: Righty has time to stand up and get himself in a stance as you use his partner as a human meat shield. No way is he going to fire at his mate to get at you. What he does do, though, is pull back his heavy combat boot, and throw a kick aimed at your right knee, hoping to break your goddamn knee cap and make you drop his mate.

16:33 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I bawl sharply as the boot connects... I feel the crunch of tortured connective tissue, and even though the familiar endorphin rush pumps through me my right leg refuses to take my weight.

16:33 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As I pitch forward to one knee and drop Lefty, I grip behind his left ankle, hugging his shin to my chest and turning my collapse into a low single leg, driving forward and hoping to dump him back into Righty.

16:36 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, Righty gets his wish, but not in the way he wanted!! His mate smashes into him, bowling him down to the floor, crushed beneath his mate's weight, landing in a jumble, struggling to get up. Lefty groans, trying to lift his hands, finally able to get some breath back, starting to stir, finding himself entangled with his mate.

16:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My right knee protests stridently as I scramble forward, putting my weight on the stacked and disoriented men. I rip Lefty's combat knife out of its sheath and slam it home into his femoral artery. As I yank it free, hot blood fountains from him.

16:47 AgentDerekSteel: Righty lets out a yell as he feels his mate bleed out on top of him. He struggles, heaving, twisting, managing to finally roll out from beneath the mess of bodies. On his back, he tries to twist rapidly on his hips, pulling back his boot, and kicking out, trying to kick the combat knife out of your hand as he screams in rage, "You mother fucking bastard!!!"

16:47 AgentDerekSteel: Inside the room, the warlord is whimpering in the corner. I'm flattened against the wall next to the door handle, calming myself, knowing that soon enough we'll see if today is the day I die. A part of me regrets taking this contract. I have a feeling that I've lost a lot of good men today. But if I can capture you, I'll make sure and take the blood price for every one of them out of your hide.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I roll off the stack of hardened warrior as Righty surges with strength and adrenaline... his boot connects and I feel the fingers of my right hand bruise and twist pretty good as the knife skitters away. Fallin' back to my ass as Righty finds his feet, I figure this is it... except my left hand lands on Lefty's dropped piece.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Instinct and training circumvent my thoughts as I bring it into line and put four rounds into Righty. Woulda been five, to make sure... but it jams.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Piece of crap Glock.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I toss it away, getting up... gingerly put weight on my right leg. That knee is gonna be sore as shit, can already feel some swelling and stiffness, but don't think nothin's torn or broke. I try a couple squats... good enough.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I go for Righty's own sidearm, but it got soaked in Lefty's blood. Useless.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I got a knife. And in there is a fresh, armed guard, plus my target, and whatever firepower they're packing between 'em.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: And here I stand, bruised, cut, feeling fair tired, wearing nothin' but bruises and mine and other men's blood and my precum-soaked silkies.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Here I stand, big and strong, 6'2" 245 rock-solid blond All-American pounds of near-naked muscle, lookin' like a dang superhero, having plowed through a good twenty buddies o' whomever's waitin' on the other side of that door.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ain't gonna go in there and win with a knife. Not in this condition. Only way to play this is act like my balls are bigger and tougher and hairier and more bull alpha than they already are.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I chamber my big left leg, kick out and my big, meaty, size 14 foot hammers into the door by the lock, blowing it open.

17:05 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "I'd be much obliged if you'd just lemme take what I came here for," I say from outside the room.

Published: 2020-06-16, viewed 113 times.