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11:51 Shutupandfight: A week goes by and I finally feel like I can breathe again. My heart aches over Derek, but I know this is for the best. His last words are almost always on my mind, though. Fighting beside him. I know what he meant. But that's not me, is it? I'm not the villainous type. As much as I care for the man he is, I can't deny that his line of work sounds... grim. But I know he's still a man with a strong heart at his core. I can only hope he hangs on to that humanity.

After everything that has gone on lately, I decide I deserve a vacation. Just a short trip out of town to someplace quiet. I book myself a suite at a small lodge in the countryside. However, life decided it wasn't done punishing me. Just under an hour before I leave, there's a knock on my door. I open it to find two well-dressed individuals. I already don't like where this is going. When they introduce themselves as federal agents, I know I'm in trouble...
12:04 AgentDerekSteel: The two agents make their way up to the apartment. The higher ups were absolutely furious when they had to explain to the oversight committee how Derek Steel had managed to kill two of their top agents. The Word had come down from them that Steel was now at the top of the list. He was wanted, dead or alive.

Agent Armstrong and Jacobs had been given this case as their top priority. It had taken over a month of intense investigation, but they had finally managed to track Derek's location on the night before the death of the two agents to a small run down bar, right next door to the hotel room. When they had interviewed the barkeep, he had said that a man, Evan Riley, had left the bar with someone matching Derek's description. Finally, a break.

Agent Armstrong took the lead, and knocked on the door. He was ready as you answered him. He got right to the point, favoring the direct approach. "Mr. Riley, you were seen leaving the Outriders bar five weeks ago in the company of this man. Can you tell me who he is and how to find him?" Armstrong showed you a picture of Derek Steel. Older, and from a fair distance, but definitely him. Jacobs and Armstrong made a good team. Jacobs was skilled at interpreting all the subtle signs of a man who was lying, and would focus on reading the suspect while Armstrong took center stage with his intimidating size and gruff manner.
15:19 Shutupandfight: I go numb for a microsecond. During my month of misery, I played through this very scenario in my head every hour of every day. I considered every possibility. However, I finally let my mind rest over the last week and I was caught off guard.

I quickly put on my poker face. The same face I wear during intense negotiations with clients. I bring out my mental arsenal. Everything a marketing expert should know about manipulating people.

I chuckle in disbelief. "Damn. I knew hooking up with random guys at a shitty bar wasn't a great idea, but I think this is the first time it's resulted in government intervention." I play embarrassed and smile sheepishly at the agents. "I know the guy's name was Derek. He really got off on hearing me say his name." Dropping that bit of info to make the agents a little uncomfortable. "Shit. I wish I could help you gentlemen, but after we had our... escapade, I came home."
16:16 AgentDerekSteel: Agent Armstrong surreptitiously glanced over at Jacobs. His fellow agent reached up and scratched his nose. Damn. He didn't get that signal very often. It mean that Jacobs wasn't certain if Riley was being straight with them or not. These high powered executive types were nothing but trouble. Okay, time to bring out the big guns. The higher ups wanted Derek, and he and Jacobs were expected to produce results.

Armstrong went on, "Mr. Riley, Derek's proclivities are well known to us." He looked at you with a slight expression of disgust. "To be honest, whatever sick little games you like to play with hardened criminals to get your rocks off is not my business. Catching Derek IS my business. Let's cut to the chase. We found two dead agents in his hotel room the next day after you were seen leaving the bar with him. You help us catch the bastard, and we'll forget that interesting detail, the bit about you leaving the bar with him. You don't help us catch the bastard, and you find yourself behind bars in prison as an accomplice to murder, and I'm not talking the white-collar kind, but the other kind of prison where dudes like you end up with a loose ass. Why don't you take some time to consider your options? But don't take too long. We'll be in touch. Good day, Mr. Riley." Armstrong turned to leave followed by Jacob. He'd get Jacobs assessment of Riley later on. It was a long shot, it might be that Evan didn't have any way to help them catch Derek, but the heat was on from on high, and he didn't want to get burned. Of course, if everything backfired and Evan really didn't have a way to contact Derek, this whole thing could cost him and Jacobs their careers. First thing on his agenda when he got back to the office was to get a tap put on Evan's smartphone.

Time to make Evan sweat. Personally, Armstrong didn't really give a shit whether or not Evan was innocent or whether or not he could help them. The fucker had played some sick game with Derek, and that was enough to put him on Armstrong's shitlist all by itself. He planed on putting Evan through hell.
13:45 Shutupandfight:

The agents leave without letting me say another word. I'm left feeling annoyed. A month ago, this was my worst fear. Of course I am somewhat shaken right now, but it's overshadowed by irritation. The audacity of those two! Supposed agents of justice, harassing a private citizen on little more that hearsay from a barkeep at a fucking honky-tonk.

Well, they have no idea. I didn't spend this past month wallowing in despair without preparing for the worst case scenario. So, determined to still enjoy my well deserved vacation, I grab the burner phone I bought with cash and activated at a library an hour away. A device with no traceable connection to me. Never even turned on within 30 miles of my home. Phone and battery kept separate. Call it paranoia, but it's paying off right now.

After a pleasant drive through the country, I arrive at the lodge. It's a beautiful old log mansion tucked away among the trees. A lake sits just a short walk away. With a surface as smooth as glass. But I have all weekend to enjoy here. Right now, I have business to deal with. I check in and smile politely as the young man at reception obviously flirts with me, then I find my room. A quick check for anyone listening reveals no hidden ears in the area. Finally, I power on the cheap flip phone and dial the one number I saved on this phone. A contact simply labeled "D".
15:30 AgentDerekSteel: My phone rings, and I look at it curiously. I answer it, saying, "Derek Steel speaking." When I hear your voice, I feel a sense of warmth spread through me. It felt really good to hear your voice. After parting company with you a week ago, I was able to get through my days without that sense of bleak emptiness. I still felt a sense of sorrow, and I missed you, but it was all bearable somehow. You would be okay, and that was enough for me.

"Evan, what's up man?"
23:12 Shutupandfight: I smile at the sound of your voice. I feel safe with this man. "I'm alright. Just spending a weekend away to clear my head. Gonna take a nice hot bath in a bit." I say that last bit hoping you'll picture me naked. I shouldn't be teasing you, but I'm feeling playful.

"but I called because I have a problem. A couple of suits came by asking questions about what happened. I told them we fucked and then I went home. I think their names were Armstrong and Jacob's... Couple of dipshits with too much testosterone. What should I do now? I'm just starting to feel longer myself again, thanks to you, and now this. " I sigh deeply and wait
04:07 AgentDerekSteel: You tease me which does indeed get a chuckle out of me, and a rise. But then you turn a bit more serious. You explain your encounter with the two agents. I switch into 'business' mode, well at least partially, shoving my emotions aside and analyzing the situation. Then I give you my assessment. "They are trying to bluff you Evan. They are damn good guessers, but they don't have anything concrete on you. But..." I sigh, and hesitate for a moment. "...Evan, these guys are CIA, I've had run-ins with them before. The CIA don't follow the rule book, and they don't care about due process. And, well, Armstrong and I have a bit of a past. It turns out that he has extreme opinions about men who enjoy each other's company. It's one of the reasons he hates me, and I'll bet that his feelings include you as well. I'm betting they don't have any other leads right now. That means you are in serious danger. If you don't tell them what they want to hear, they will make your ass disappear. Then they will try to.." I hesitated, but you needed know the risks, "..persuade you to help them. Their methods of persuasion are not pleasant." I thought for a moment, then went on, switching back to a personal level for a bit. "Evan, I once told you what a brave, big-balled bastard you are, and you've just proven it to me again." I say it with warmth, affection, and love. "All right, now, let's discuss options. But before that, I want to give you a moment to take in what I've said. These man are dangerous, they have it in for you, and they are capable of making you disappear off the radar, where no lawyers, money, or friends can help you." Now, my voice turns intense, trembling with passion, "But I swear to you Evan I'm not gonna let those mother fuckers touch a hair on your head."
04:16 Shutupandfight: I take in what you're saying. Not only is the guy a prick, but a bigoted prick. But something about the way you want to defend me so passionately makes me feel warm. Fuck I'd love to kiss you right now.

"That's what I like to hear, big guy." I reply with a bit of a flirtatious lilt in my voice. "So what can I do? What can we do? I just want this shit to go away. Should we just say fuck it and run? Disappear somewhere with new identities? Sounds pretty nice right now," I laugh.
04:31 AgentDerekSteel: The line goes silent for a while, and then I speak, my tone serious, "Evan... to be honest, that is the best way for me to keep you safe. I've got the money to make that option a real possibility. There are other options we could consider, but it's going to be extremely difficult to get the CIA off your tail in the long term. Whatever you ultimately decide, I'll help you." I go silent for a moment. "Evan, there is one sure way to end all this, one way to make sure you will never be fucked with by those CIA bastards ever again." I take a deep breath. "I could turn myself in. I'd do it, for you. You could give the CIA what they are asking for. Say the word, and it's done." I'm shocked at what I'm saying, but then, suddenly, I realize how deeply I feel about you. I would take a bullet for you, to keep you safe. And I would even give myself over to the CIA if that's what it took. I don't imagine I'd live long after that, considering what I've done, but I would at least die knowing you were safe.
12:59 Shutupandfight: "Absolutely not. I won't even consider the idea of you giving yourself up." The words are out of my mouth immediately. I sigh, "Derek, why are you willing to sacrifice yourself for me. We haven't known each other for very long and we barely know each other. I won't deny that I feel something. Something happened to us that night we met. But are you really certain I'm worth giving up your life for? "
13:22 AgentDerekSteel: I consider my words carefully, why was I willing to sacrifice myself for this man I had only met twice. It seemed insane on the surface. I try to figure out how to explain... "Evan, I'm a fighter, a warrior. It's who I am. But what is a fighter without something to fight for? At first, as a mercenary, I fought for the challenge, I fought to improve myself, to push myself harder. I fought the best, special forces, CIA, law enforcement. But... over the past few years, the zest, the challenge has faded. It wasn't enough anymore. Then I met you." I paused, gathering my focus and my thoughts. "Evan, you showed me something that I'd never experienced before. Being with you opened my eyes to a whole new way of looking at the world. What we shared.... that's worth fighting for, even dying for. I know it, deep in my gut. I'm not afraid of death, every mission I go on I accept that it might be my last." I pause again, the words are so hard to find, and they don't do justice to how I feel. "It doesn't matter if we are together, or separate. Just knowing that you are safe is enough." And then, suddenly, I burst out laughing over the phone, "Hell, that probably sounds bat-shit crazy Evan. But it's true. I'm in a dangerous business Evan, I'm a dangerous man who risks death on a daily basis. Why not risk it for something worthwhile? Why not risk it for someone who changed the way I look at the world?" I chuckle. "And, it doesn't hurt that you have a fucking amazing ass."
13:44 Shutupandfight: I chuckle at the compliment on my ass. "Your ass pretty great too." But I need to figure out my next steps. "Derek... I don't want to run. I don't want to leave behind my whole life. But I'm not letting you turn yourself in." I rub a hand over my face in exasperation. "It would look really suspicious if the two of them were to die so soon after talking to me. Do either of them have children you can kidnap? Negotiate their release in exchange for leaving me alone and letting you get away?

...

Don't actually do that. I was kidding!... Probably. "

I lay it out in my mind and tell it to you as I think out loud. What I want is to keep my life here, get the lawmen to leave me alone, and keep you from getting caught. What strings could we pull? What resources could we leverage to make that work, if any?

"Derek, you're the badass villain agent of a shadowy organization here. Anything useful come to mind?"
14:06 AgentDerekSteel: I think long and hard. "HMmmmmm... You aren't asking for much are you?" I chuckle. "I'm guessing you high-powered executive types are used to getting what you want. Who am I to say no?"

I think furiously. "They want Derek Steel, dead or alive... how about we give them Derek Steel, dead?" I explain my idea. It would be risky, but it would free both of us. The plan involved you going along with the CIA Agents, and telling them that you were in contact with me, and that I had agreed to meet you. I would prepare the meeting place well in advance, and I would arrive first. I know I'd be spotted, under surveillance, but before you arrive, not long after I enter, the entire building would be destroyed with pre-planted explosives. I had just the place in mind. It had a convenient escape hatch that would allow me to escape the building undetected, and I would make sure a body of the right size and shape would be planted before hand. If it works, they would think me dead, and I would be free, and so would you.
14:12 Shutupandfight: I begin to protest when the plan involves you being dead. That's the opposite of what I want. But I shut up and listen to your plan. It sounds crazy. Way too dangerous. But the payoff would be incredible.

"Derek..." I give myself one last chance to reconsider what I'm about to say... "That idea is absurd. I'm in."
14:17 AgentDerekSteel: I grin, "The plan has just one hole that I'll need a few days to fill. The CIA have to have a valid reason to explain why the building was rigged to explode in the first place. I have a plan, but I need some time to work out the details. I have a lot of enemies.. and if I can figure out how to give them enough clues implicating one of the other organizations that want me dead, then this whole setup will be water tight. Just a few days. Can you stall them that long?"
14:35 Shutupandfight: Hearing the smile in your voice makes my chest feel warm. I listen carefully. Stall the agents for a few days...

"Okay. I think I can get us those few days. I'm not home now. I'm treating myself to a weekend away. Determined to relax a little despite this bullshit. That already gives us a couple days. If they call, I'll tell them that I don't know much, but I want to help them and I can meet them on Tuesday morning. I arrive at the meeting, clearly shaken. I tell them you contacted me late last night. The sick pervert wants to meet me again so he can have his way with me again. That wording should appeal to the bigot. I explain that I agreed to the meeting so they could follow and apprehend you. Just gotta know what day it should be."

I take a moment to breathe. That was a lot of thinking in a short time. But that quick thinking is why I'm the company's first choice for contract negotions.
14:42 AgentDerekSteel: I nod, I love the feeling of a plan as it comes together, I feel lighter all of a sudden. This is not only going to allow Evan to have his life back, but it will free me from my past, allowing me to start all over again.

I respond, "Excellent Evan, you are way too good at this!" I laugh. "I'll have all the details ready for you by Tuesday morning, never fear."
14:48 Shutupandfight: I can't help but smile at the sound of your voice. I can detect a change and I like it.

"thank you Derek. For everything." I feel drawn to you even through the phone. I'm praying that this works. That we can pull this off. No matter your past or my past. We all deserve a second chance.
08:36 AgentDerekSteel: ------------------------- Next Monday Evening -------------------------------
The last few days have been incredibly busy. The prospect of freedom for both me and Evan inspired me to new heights of creativity and industry. I had the perfect plan ready. One of the rival mercenary groups, "Black Holdings" had it in for me big time. This was well known by the CIA. Over the weekend, I'd managed a daring infiltration of the Black Holdings warehouse, and lifted enough C4 to blow Derek Steel and the building he was due to meet you at, sky high.

I took some serious risks, but in the end, managed it undetected.

Thanks to my contacts, I knew for a fact that the CIA had traced the serial number of this batch of C4 explosives. When they conducted the forensics of the explosion, there would enough traces for them to positively id the composition of the compounds used to the batch that was known to have been stolen by Black Holdings.

I carefully spent Monday morning wiring the building with C4, taken extra precautions to ensure that it would not be detected by the CIA Agents when the swept the place. They would certainly do that after you told them that I would be meeting you there. I'd even managed to raid the morgue and find the body of a man who was close enough to me to satisfy the CIA. Luckily, the bastards had never managed to get their hands on my bio metrics, so they would never be able to perform any dental or dna analysis.

I stowed the body in the building, again hiding it carefully. The key to this was to move fast, not give the CIA time to go through the building with a fine tooth comb, not give them time to wire the building with surveillance equipment. I decided that would mean you should meet the Agents on Tuesday morning, and tell them that I wanted to meet with you on Tuesday afternoon. They wouldn't have time to do anything more than a cursory sweep.

Everything was in place. I dialed your private, untraceable number and waited for you to pick up.
10:02 Shutupandfight: After leaving the lodge on Sunday morning, I decided it would be best to book myself into another motel that would take straight cash. Kind of a dump but better safe than sorry. When the burner phone rings, I feel a warmth bloom in my chest.

"Hello beautiful," I say with a grin as I answer. "I hope things have gone well on your end because they're going pretty well on mine. The agents called me as expected. They seemed pissed that I wasn't home, but they warmed up when I fed them my story. You'd been trying to contact me and I didn't feel safe so I went to stay in a hotel. I agreed to meet them on Tuesday morning. So if everything is good on your end my plan is to go in tomorrow morning, tell them you called me, and threatened me into meeting you again. "
10:10 AgentDerekSteel: I smile over the phone as you answer, I can tell you are just as excited I am at the prospect of pulling this off. "Everything is ready and in place, I've prepped the building. Let's set the meeting for 2pm tomorrow afternoon, that won't give them time to scout the building I've prepped. Not that they'd find my little surprises if they tried, but better safe and sorry." I pause then... I swallow hard, "If we pull this off, you realize that I'm going to be out of a job ... it will be as though I've been handed a blank slate." I let the enormity, and the possibilities of that sink in. I continue, in an admiring tone, "I once said what a brave, big-balled bastard you are. You've definitely done nothing to make me think my initial assessment was wrong. Okay, this should be our last contact, unless something goes tits up, I'll see you on the other side. " I pause, and swallow again, "Evan... be careful. These bastards are dangerous. I .... you... " I don't know how to say this, " you know how much you mean to me."
10:13 Shutupandfight: Your words leave me breathless. I know what you want you mean. I feel it too. "Let's make this happen. Then we can work on that blank slate of yours together. Whatever happens... I'm with you."
10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I swallow, then give you the address of the building I've prepared for my great escape, then hang up. Looking at my hand afterwards, my usual calm, cool objectivity is a bit shaken. My hand is trembling, and inside I'm feeling an impossible hope that was planted the day we met growing closer to reality.
----------------------- Tuesday Morning -----------------------------
Agent Armstrong and Agent Jacobs are waiting for you at the agreed upon meeting place Tuesday morning. The two are talking together, and Armstrong is sneering, "I knew that over-dressed, smooth talking piece of sick shit would crack once we put the screws to him. Perverts like him are all alike, they act tough and talk brave, but when the shit gets real they can't take the heat. He'll lead us right to Steel, and we'll finally have that bastard. Maybe we can arrange a little accident when we arrest him... the higher ups will be just as happy with a body." Jacobs nods, his eyes narrowing, the silent, taciturn Agent was just as eager to put that piece of shit Steel in the ground as Armstrong. Neither of the two agents realize that you were able to hear their conversation as you had stood quietly outside the door.
10:33 Shutupandfight: I've always hated people talking behind my back. If there wasn't a huge prize on the line, I'd beat both of their asses right now. But no, there's something precious at stake here. So I channel that anger into the energy I'll need to pull off this act of subterfuge. My face morphs into a mask of fear and tension, and I knock on the door.

I walk in and take a seat. I avoid eye contact, trying my best to feel small and ashamed in their presence. I clear my voice and speak, "He called me. He wants me to meet him. He's threatening me."
10:40 AgentDerekSteel: Agent Armstrong stands up as you enter, suddenly plastering a syrupy sweet smile on his broad, handsome face. He gestures at the chair, and sits back. Just like last time, Jacobs stays silent, observing you. Armstrong listens to you carefully, seeming to be all sympathy. "Mr. Riley, you did the right thing. He's a dangerous criminal, twisted, sick, and a menance to every man, woman, and child he comes in contact with. But you don't have anything to worry about, myself and Jacobs are going to make sure that he can't threaten you anymore. All you have to do is tell us where and when he wants to meet you. You go to your meeting as planned, make sure he doesn't suspect a thing, and me and Jacobs here will see to it that he doesn't trouble ... anyone ever again. Can you do that for us?"
11:04 Shutupandfight: I tell them everything. The time, the place, what he threatened to do if I didn't show up. By the end of it I'm the very picture of a broken man. "I'm such a fucking idiot." I say with a wet sniffle.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm composing my acceptance speech for best actor in an act of deceit against the federal government.
11:12 AgentDerekSteel: When you finish, Armstrong looks to Jacobs, Jacobs frowns, and scratches his face. That's his signal that you seem to be telling the truth. Armstrong looks nervous, "This afternoon? Are you sure? Why didn't you tell us earlier?" He gets upset then, but not directly at you, he slams the table, "SHIT!! That doesn't give us anytime to sweep the building. Why the hell does he want to meet in that old warehouse?" He looks frustrated, his false sympathy cracking a bit, and he looks at you with disgust, "Don't tell me. He probably thinks it's ... hot .. or some kind of twisted shit like that to beat you up and fuck you in an abandoned warehouse. That would fit his MO." He looks at Jacobs and nods. "Okay, if we leave now, we'll have a few hours to get everything set up for the sting, and we'll instruct you in exactly what you need to do. You are sure he said he'll be there when you arrive? That means he's gonna arrive early. FUCK. How early?" He looks flustered, then looks at you, "Come on, Evan, we got no time to waste. You're coming with us, now." It wasn't a question. Apparently the stress of the situation was cracking his fake friendliness.
13:01 Shutupandfight: "Yes sir," I say obediently, and I follow them out. The feeling of genuine fear I have that this could go wrong makes it easier to act like I'm a frightened victim. When we arrive at the location, I do exactly as I'm told. Nerves twisting in my gut.
10:33 AgentDerekSteel: Armstrong and Jacobs arrive at the location, an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. I'm watching from the distance, concealed with my binoculars, about a half mile away. I smile, thinking, well done Evan.

Let's strike now, while the iron's hot, before they even have time to get set up properly. Keep them off balance. I put my binoculars away, and wearing my trademark black gear, combat boots, black jeans, and my tight black muscle hugging shirt, I get on my motorbike, and start it up. I rev it up, and navigate through the streets. It's show time. All my nervousness and anxiety fade away, and my senses heighten to combat readiness. I deliberately pull up my bike behind the warehouse, opposite the location where you and the agents are concealed. I don't want you hurt in any way or in any kind danger.

Armstrong and Jacobs here the bike, and Armstrong snarls to you and Jacobs, "FUCK!! He's just arrived. DAMN DAMN... Okay, let's see what he does." Jacobs whispers something into Armstrong's ear. Armstrong looks interested. "You could do it Jacobs.... you always were a steady shot. One quick bullet and our troubles are over. But if you miss... we'd lose our chance." Jacobs reaches for his gun, just as I walk around the corner. I knew this was the riskiest part of the whole operation. I felt naked, knowing that one of them might just put a bullet through me here and now.

I kept walking. I hadn't told Evan that this was a real possibility because there was no point. Because I didn't want to worry him. Besides, I didn't think Armstrong would risk it. I hoped I was right.

Armstrong hesitated, then as Jacobs started to raise his pistol, he put his hand on Jacob's arm. "No, let's not risk you missing. We've got the bastard now. Just a little more patience, and we'll have him risk free."

Now was the time, I opened the door to the warehouse, alive, no bullet between my eyes. Okay, now for the big show. I walked quickly down to a hatch in the floor, and pulled it open, I hurried down the stairs into the underground passage leading to an adjoining warehouse. I counted.... thinking.... good buy Derek Steel... nice knowing you.... the future awaits...

5 .. 4 .. 3 .. 2 .. 1

KABOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM

The C4 went off in response to my remote detonator in spectacular fashion, the entire building collapsing in gouts of concrete, sheet metal, timber and flame. Armstrong and Jacobs looked stunned. The shockwave blasted over the place of concealment, deafening everyone, shattering windows for hundreds of feet in all directions, the force knocking everyone back on their ass. I had covered my ears and crouched down in the underground tunnel when the explosion went off, thinking FINALLY... then... the ceiling overhead gave way... and I thought... FUCK ME
12:03 Shutupandfight: I get out of the car and stand behind while the two of them talk. I can't hear everything they're saying, but I see one take hold of his gun. My blood runs cold. I never considered the possibility. Fortunately, they don't take the shot. I silently thank whatever gods that are watching.

It's finally time. I could never prepare myself enough for what happens next. The explosion rips through the building. I duck behind the car and try to keep steady as the ground shakes. No need to act here. This is genuine shock. In this moment, I have no idea what happened. I don't know if you're okay. I don't know if everything was in place. I don't know if they'll believe the replacement body. Nothing is certain in this moment and i'm terrified.
12:41 AgentDerekSteel: The two agents look stunned. Then Armstrong looks around, "What the fuck?" Jacobs is shaking his head, trying to clear the sound out of his ears.

Suddenly, Armstrong is on the phone, talking in a fierce, tense voice, talking to someone, sounds like his superior, explaining what he just saw. "Yes sir.... no sir..... Yes, I need a forensics team here as soon as possible.... Tomorrow? .... Well if you say so sir... Is he dead? Yes, no way anyone is alive in there. There was no time for him to leave the building before the detonation.... Yes, I'll keep away the local police and fire department until the forensics team arrive, if you could call the chief of police and get it started from your end... Yes, thank you sir.... What do I think? I think we weren't the only ones who wanted that bastard dead sir... He had a lot of enemies." He hung up. He looked stunned, he turned to me, and said, "Evan, you're free to go. You'll have to call a cab or something, we've got no time to play taxi service for your ass. And Evan, if you say one word, JUST ONE GODDAMN word of any of this to ANYBODY, I swear I'll have your ass so deep in a prison cell they'll need to ship sunlight in." Then, he seems to dismiss you, he and Jacobs get into the car and start it up, driving off to intercept a flashing Police cruiser.

I wake up after a while, and there's a huge wooden beam pinning me down, with chunks of pavement and concrete all around me. I'm guessing the old tunnel couldn't take the shock of the C4 going off. I can see daylight above me, there is a hole in the pavement, other chunks of asphalt and dirt are half burying me. I strain, trying to move the wooden beam, but I nearly pass out from pain. I look down, and realize that my arm is broken. I'm not moving anything. Fuck me. My left arm is fine, but I can't shift the beam one handed. I take a deep breath, and check in with my body. I seem to have lucked out. Nothing else is broken, just badly banged up. What am I gonna do now? Any minute now this place will be swarming with police, firetrucks, and CIA... I reach down with my good arm, digging in the rubble for my pocket, and luck is with me... my cell phone is intact. I call your untracable phone....
12:49 Shutupandfight: I don't need to be told twice. As soon as I'm dismissed, I book it for the meeting place we agreed on. Fear still twists my insides. How could anyone survive that? I walk fast and work to keep my nausea in check when my phone rings. The call is coming from your phone. I duck into a quiet alley and answer. My voice low. "Hello?"
12:53 AgentDerekSteel: I cough, some dust sifting down from the aftereffects of the explosion... "Evan... listen carefully... I don't think we've got much time. If the authorities find me here.... The tunnel I was using to escape collapsed, and I'm trapped. I need your help. Look for a hole in the pavement, it won't be too far from the remains of the warehouse."
13:03 Shutupandfight: "fuck!" I whisper-shout. "Okay. I'm on my way. Just don't die and don't get caught." I start running through the back alleys. Desperately trying to stay out of sight. I take the long way around and arrive at the decimated remains of the warehouse on the opposite side. Through the wreckage, I can see the CIA agents talking to a police officer. Apparently their boss wasn't quick enough in keeping the local authorities from interfering.

I stay low to keep them from seeing me and I scan the surrounding pavement. Holes... holes... need to find a hole. Keeping one eye on the agents and police, I scout the area for the hole in the pavement. I find it when I nearly fall over it.

"Derek?"
13:07 AgentDerekSteel: I look up, and see you looking down. "Fuck me Evan... I've never been so glad to see your ugly face." You can see I'm half buried in rubble, beaten, scraped, and bleeding, a big wooden pin pinning me down over my stomach. My right arm is broken.

"We need to get out of here. I can swear I heard voices a while ago. You think you can manage it? I'd help.. but.." I grin, gesturing to my current predicament.
13:14 Shutupandfight: "Leave it to me, dickhead," I say with a grin. Taking one more glance at the agents to make sure they're not looking, I reach in and pull the large wooden beam off of you. Once you're free, I take your good arm and help you up out of the hole. I can't remember the last time I felt so happy. But we weren't done yet. I hurry us back into the alleys, away from the eyes of the authorities. It's a while before I feel like we've put enough space between us and the wreckage. Once I'm satisfied, I lead you into an abandoned building.

"Okay. What's our next step? Is my place safe? Should I take us to a motel? I need to go get my car first of all. Calling a cab with a dirty injured man would raise too many questions. You're the one with experience here. What should I do?" I finish out of breath. Talking too fast to think about breathing.

"Oh shit, right," I say. And I dive in to kiss you. "I just needed to do that."
08:10 AgentDerekSteel: You manage to get me free from the beam, and help me out of the hole. My face turns white from pain, but I've felt pain before. I can manage, and with your help, I do. I grit my teeth against the searing knifing agony from my right arm as we move quickly, clutching your arm to steady myself, as I follow you out of sight of the authorities.

We stop in an abandoned building, and despite the pain, I suddenly grin, overwhelmed by a sense of total elation. You fire off a rapid series of questions as I let myself finally accept the fact that we are both free, a fresh start, a new beginning. It's incredible... Then you kiss me, and I let you wrap me up tight, my hard, hairy muscle, battered and bruised, enfolded by your arms, exploring your taste and scent ... and wondering, a surge of feeling welling inside, ... that I can have this.. with you.

When we finally break off kissing. My eyes are wet, and hold you face in my good arm and rest my forehead against yours. "Get your car, and then I need to get this arm taken care of. I know a doctor I can trust who won't talk. Then, I think you should pack. What are your thoughts about taking a long holiday? Somewhere tropical? I've prepared a new identity for myself, so it will be a good chance to test it out! Let things cool off, let the CIA complete their investigation. Then, after they are satisfied, you .... " and I look uncertain for a moment, " ... we? could return home... "

I realize suddenly that although I've got enough money stashed away to live comfortably, hell even extravagantly, for the rest of my life, I hadn't really thought much about the future... but I hoped, dreamed that it might include you.
09:45 Shutupandfight: Excitement swells within me as you speak. Derek's happy, so I should be too. I embrace you, minding your broken arm, and kiss you once more. "I think a holiday sounds great. You sit tight here while I get my car. I'll be back in a half hour at most.

I dart out to the street and summon the nearest rideshare. The guy behind the wheel asks me if I heard about the explosion. I just smile and shake my head. "Shit's crazy man."

I get my car and make a beeline for the building where I left you. I can't help but kiss you once more when I retrieve you. Then I let you guide me to your doctor.
11:58 AgentDerekSteel: My arm is healing nicely in a cast, and my new identity worked liked a charm. It better have, it cost me enough. I fumble with the key to our beach side villa in an exclusive Mexican resort on the Yucatan peninsula. There is a huge suite with a picture window perfect for catching the sunrise, a massive bed perfectly situated for a window view. There is a broad balcony for drinks in the evening.

I drop the luggage, and my face breaks out in a huge grin. I've been smiling a lot more lately these days. Life is good. I've been given a second chance.... an incredible man who changed my life. Yeah, life is good. I drop the luggage, and one handed pin you up against the wall, growling in your ear, "Remember when we first met ... when I pinned your ass up against the wall in that shittly little hotel room.. Well, here's some deja vu for you... But I promise, this time, no one's gonna interrupt us." I wrap my good arm around you from behind, my hand kneading the thick muscles of your back. God damn, you feel amazing, and I'm the luckiest bastard in the world. I kiss you, my heavy, muscled chest pinning you to the wall, the hairs poking out on the top of my breezy button up.
12:06 Shutupandfight: Everything in this moment is perfect. The beautiful villa, the gorgeous man with me, the feeling of freedom. I waste not time in stripping our shirts off. Our bags are left unpacked for now as I feel your solid muscle against mine. "This is a big step up in a lot of ways." I run my fingers through the hairs on your chest. You're solid, warm, powerful.

I take the lead and guide us onto the bed. The passionate kissing turns into something softer, more loving. I admire you for awhile. We still know so little about one another, but I just know that these feelings are right. I'm looking forward to getting to know who this man really is. I kiss you softly a few more times and then rest my forehead against yours.
12:19 AgentDerekSteel: Since the first day we met and fought in the alley, for the first time since you changed my entire life, I feel at home. I know so little about you and so much at the same time. But now we both have the space and freedom to explore the future, to explore each other. I lean back in the bed, with a deep, contented sigh, as we kiss gently. We've been through some rough times together, and now I was happy to hold you in my arms, eye to eye, man to man, and be.
12:41 Shutupandfight: We spend most of the day in bed, trying in vain to satisfy a deep sexual hunger. The villa bedroom becomes a den of sex and debauchery. In the late afternoon, you and I are laying there, basking in the afterglow of yet another powerful orgasm. I look over at you and smile. You look totally undone. Hair's a mess and a soft smile of satisfaction graces your lips as you lay there catching your breath. I gently turn your head to look at me. "I want to say something, but I want to know who I'm saying it to. Is your name still Derek?" I laugh a little. Somewhat nervous.
12:52 AgentDerekSteel: It's been an amazing day of incredible sex. The connection between us is deep and primal, tender and caring. After a nearly an entire day spent with an amazing string of orgasms and wild sex, I'm breathing heavy, having just cum again. I'm learning to appreciate the moments after the sexual need has been temporarily satiated most of all. There's a special tenderness in basking together after an orgasm. It's when I feel the closest to you. Then you ask me what my name is, that you want to tell me something. I laugh, realizing I never showed you my new passport. "I'm still Derek Steel. Even on my passport. My name is the same, but the identity of the man behind the name is entirely new. Actually easier that way. But you don't want to hear about that." I get lost in your eyes, and reach up, brushing your hair back, struck again by own incredibly beautiful you are. "Evan, you are absolutely stunning.. I could get lost in your eyes and count myself lucky if I never find my way back."
13:08 Shutupandfight: I gently touch your jaw and smile. My hand slides down to your chest and rests over your heart. We share one more kiss. No more stalling though. I break away and smile. "Well, Derek..." I take in everything in front of me. I never saw a cold-blooded killer when I looked at you. No matter how hard I tried at first, I never saw a monster. You let me be privy to that remaining spark of humanity. But I was never out to fix you. You accidentally pulled me into your world for a short time, but you moved heaven and earth to get me out. I knew that spark of humanity would never give way to total corruption. I drag my fingers through your hair. "Derek..." A deep, shaking breath. "I love you."
13:18 AgentDerekSteel: My face absolutely melts when I hear you say that. In some corner of my mind, a part of me still wasn't able to accept that I deserved you, or your love, or a second chance to build a new life. I was still afraid that this was maybe all just a holiday for you, and after, I'd be left to find my own way. I couldn't keep the tears out of my eyes as I heard you tell me that you loved me. I didn't even try. I lift my head up, I've been telling you how much I love you with my actions since we met, but I could never get the words out. My eyes shining, I look into your face, a strange wonder in my expression, the hard lines softening, "Evan... oh god, I love you so much... so very much."

Published: 2020-06-22, viewed 75 times.